Possessed Bending

From the moment Zhang San came out, Jian Wei felt that he was looking at him strangely, so he didn't ask any questions at the moment. When he walked around to a wide and empty place, Jian Wei stopped and looked at him seriously, "Did he make things difficult for you?"

Zhang San shook his head, not sure what kind of medicine the father and son were selling in the gourd.

"Why didn't you tell me that he is your father?"

Seeing that Zhang San didn't seem to be lying, Jianwei returned to normal expression, "Let me tell you in advance, there's no guarantee you won't be nervous."

"Then let him tell me himself, so I won't be nervous?" What kind of logic is this?

What Zhang San dislikes the most is when others presumptuously say "I'm doing this for your own good" to him, or say something similar, because these people often don't know what the real needs of the parties are, and they only push the results they take for granted. To the person concerned, he still feels that he has done a great thing, which is simply inexplicable.

Jianwei looked at Zhang San after hearing the sound, and his expression became serious again, "Maybe, but...you won't be nervous when you are forced to the beam."

Zhang San was speechless, he thought for a while, and he was indeed like this.

According to the usual situation, facing a person who is about the same level as Boss Qi, no matter how gentle the other party is, I will feel nervous and cramped, and the more gentle the other party is, the more I can't let go. If you say this... Zhang San couldn't help but look at Jian Wei again, why does this guy know more than myself.

"Do you think I know too much?" Jianwei's expression was very relaxed, but he looked relaxed, but the corners of his mouth were not obvious, and he couldn't find it unless he looked closely. If it wasn't for his appearance, Engraved in Zhang San's mind, I'm afraid he won't even notice the change in Jian Wei's face.

"Yeah, I really want to keep my mouth shut." Zhang San rolled his eyes cooperatively, but felt even more helpless in his heart. A person with status and status, who is impeccable in mental defense, how can he make a move?

And the other party seems to have no interest in him at all, what should he do?give up?Or find a day when the wind is high and the night is dark, find a rope to tie it back, and cook raw rice...

Zhang San sighed slightly, and thought to himself, the two men are both raw rice, no matter how much they rub together, they can only produce rice noodles in the end... I can't make mature rice in this life.

Sure enough, "four people walk together, and the big one sleeps together" or something, I still think too much.

"Go back, do you know the way? Do you want me to pick you up tomorrow?"

"it is good."

In the car, Zhang San sat in the co-pilot. According to his usual practice, he simply got in first, but this is not a woman. If the other party has no idea about him, should he be hard on the other party?And then go up by yourself...fuck...

"Seat belt." Jian Wei reminded, seeing Zhang San looking out the window in a daze, he let go of his own first, leaned over, and pulled out the seat belt by Zhang San's ear.

Seeing the black shadow suddenly approaching in front of him, Zhang San reacted immediately, his heart pounded against his chest, almost jumping out, making him short of breath instantly.

The distance between the two is so close that Jian Wei can directly feel the other party's reaction. He is secretly happy, but he also knows that this state will not stay for too long, even though he has slowed down his movements as much as possible.

Zhang San's zodiac sign is Sagittarius. For a long time, he is a person who acts first and thinks later, especially after his ability is enough to deal with the troubles he caused. The stranger just started to shrink back and forth, and at this moment, his body followed his heart, and he couldn't help but stick to him, kissing the long-awaited side face.

The warm lips were burning on the skin next to the ears, causing Jane Vila's seat belt hand to loosen half a bit, and most of the pulled out seat belt retracted abruptly, and the beat composed of two people's heartbeats sounded in the car .

Zhang San forced himself to stop, wanting to calm down, and slightly opened the distance between the two of them. At this time, Jian Wei also turned his head.

Calm down, he's your brother, he's your man's brother, he's straight, he's not gay...

Zhang San stared straight at the face he had longed for for a long time, and the fire in his heart was not cooled by his self-hypnotic words. In the end, those words turned into a sentence in his mind... Go-you M!

Zhang San hugged Jianwei's neck and gnawed on it, thinking in his heart that if the opponent resisted, he should remove his arm, otherwise, it would be very difficult to succeed according to the opponent's skill.

Jian Wei passively accepted Zhang San's kiss, and quickly lowered the seat with his hands, so that Zhang San could step over from the co-pilot so that he could catch him completely.

"Someone will come here in a while, let's... go to another place." Jian Wei hugged Zhang San in his arms, moved his hands down irregularly, and dragged behind the tight buttocks, there was nothing at all It meant to move away again, holding the steering wheel with one hand, and rushed out with a kick of oil. Zhang San sat on that strong thigh, feeling the swelling between his crotch, and he couldn't react at all. Could it be that he Gay?When did it happen?Why don't you know?Is he really that who?Fuck...

A bunch of thoughts flashed through Zhang San's mind, but this did not prevent him from pestering Jian Wei, and quickly unzipped the zipper. Zhang San grabbed their things and slapped them hard.

Jianwei couldn't bear the refreshing taste, so he hugged Zhang San tightly, "Don't make trouble."

Zhang Sancai didn't pay attention to his words, he was having a good time playing with his hands, playing panting and seduction, while rubbing ear to ear, the direct impact on Jianwei was that his driving skills were quickly upgraded from a private car driver to a performance driver.

The external manifestation is that in a rich area that has always been known for being low-key, a luxury car rushed out in a snake-like manner, causing all the low-key rich people on the road to show their true colors.

"Fuck! Nima, go kill me!"

"Drag racing TM to the Fourth Ring Road, my sister!"

"FUCK YOU!"

By the way, there are countless middle fingers.

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