Sunset Boulevard

Even though Chen Boqiao had explained it, Zhang Jue still cared about the phrase "Chen Boqiao smokes most". The bridge is not used to it.

In the afternoon, he was bored and uncomfortable waiting in Pei Shu's reception room. He saw an ashtray outside through the floor-to-ceiling windows, so he went to the car to get cigarettes and a lighter, and went outside to smoke.

His addiction to smoking was first contracted when he was in heat and had no medicine.At that time, as long as there was anything that could divert even the slightest attention, he would try it, and among the things he tried, only smoking was addictive.

However, Ai Jiaxi had a big opinion on Zhang Jue's smoking, so after finding a sedative inhibitor, Zhang Jue deliberately quit, and he would not think of smoking until special moments.

Standing in Pei Shu's villa today waiting for Chen Boqiao to go downstairs was one of Zhang Jue's special moments.

Chen Boqiao knocked on the car window, Zhang Jue glanced across Chen Boqiao and saw Pei Shu from the corner of his eye, he was in a daze for a moment, and then involuntarily recalled the evening when he confessed his love to Chen Boqiao.

In the locker room of the regatta.

Chen Boqiao skillfully said some euphemistic words and dismissed Zhang Jue, so Zhang Jue had no choice but to walk out in a daze.

When he passed another row of lockers, he exchanged a glance with Pei Shu who was leaning over to change his shoes.

Pei Shu's expression immediately became subtle, with a little surprise, he probably didn't expect that a withdrawn and out-of-group person like Zhang Jue would stammer and say some harsh words to Chen Boqiao.

Zhang Jue didn't stay long, he walked very fast, and when he was about to push open the door of the dressing room, he heard Pei Shu teasing Chen Boqiao relaxedly behind him.

Pei Shu said: "Isn't that Zhang Jue... You are very good. Bo Qiao."

Zhang Jue opened the door and went out, but did not hear Chen Boqiao's answer.

The short half-hour memory of being 17 often becomes the cause of Zhang Jue's inexplicable anxiety.Zhang Jue imagined Chen Boqiao's many expressions that he didn't see when he responded to Pei Shu in the locker room, helpless, slightly contemptuous, mocking, maybe Chen Boqiao had no expression at all.

Because Zhang Jue is nothing to Chen Boqiao.

Zhang Jue stood on the shore, watching the water in the swimming pool being blown by the wind, smoking cigarettes one after another.He wanted to go back to the reception room after smoking out the remaining half of the bag, but he didn't expect Chen Boqiao to go downstairs so quickly and catch him.

Pei Shu didn't pretend to have amnesia, and didn't hide his knowledge of Zhang Jue, saying that Zhang Jue didn't do enough homework.

Zhang Jue retorted in his heart, could it be that Chen Boqiao would not reject Zhang Jue if he had done enough homework and did not smoke or drink.But having said that, since Pei Shu said it, then Chen Boqiao might really be annoyed by other people smoking, at least he used to be annoyed.

After all, Pei Shu must know much more than Zhang Jue.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jue lowered the car window a little more.

"Zhang Jue," Chen Boqiao said suddenly, and he reminded Zhang Jue, "I haven't changed clothes, and the car windows are so wide open, I might be photographed."

Zhang Jue was taken aback, and immediately raised the car window, leaving only a small gap.

"You don't smell like cigarettes," Chen Boqiao seemed to understand Zhang Jue's confusion, he said, "Don't be so nervous, don't you know how unreliable Pei Shu's words are."

Zhang Jue said "Yes", and Chen Boqiao said again: "Close the car window too." Zhang Jue obediently closed the window tightly.

After driving for a short distance, Zhang Jue always felt that the smell of tobacco in the car was getting stronger, so he couldn't help asking Chen Boqiao, "Did you smell it?"

With a smile in his eyes, Chen Boqiao reiterated to Zhang Jue: "Zhang Jue, I really don't hate the smell of cigarettes so much."

"I won't smoke in the future." Zhang Jue made up his mind and said firmly.

They drove on the elevated road, passed a huge LED screen billboard, and took a picture of the nightly news overview. There was a photo of the President of the Asian Union, Zhao Kun, with a few lines of characters on the side, saying that Zhao Kun, President of the Asian Union, will be broadcast live at [-] o'clock tonight. give a speech.

Zhang Jue took a peek at Chen Boqiao, and found that Chen Boqiao was also looking at the billboard, so he asked Chen Boqiao, "Want to see it?"

Chen Boqiao turned his face away, looked at Zhang Jue for a while, and said with a smile, "Think about it."

So after returning to the safe room, Zhang Jue found a small projector in the room and nailed it to the ceiling.The bed in the bedroom was facing a white wall, which happened to be suitable for projection. Zhang Jue projected the live broadcast on the bedroom wall, and sat by the bed waiting for Chen Boqiao.

Not long after Chen Boqiao got out of the shower, the live broadcast started.

The chairman of the meeting came to the stage and said that according to the president's intention, before the president's speech, a military officer named Fang Hong should give a speech first.

Zhang Jue noticed that when he heard Fang Hong's name, Chen Boqiao was stunned for a moment, and then immediately returned to his natural state. When the major Fang Hong limped onto the stage, Chen Boqiao's expression didn't change anymore.

"The criminal Chen Boqiao is my comrade in arms." Fang Hong said.

He lowered his head to read the manuscript, clasping his hands on the desk of the lecture seat.Zhang Jue felt that his shoulders were shaking slightly for no reason, and subconsciously glanced at Chen Boqiao again. Chen Boqiao noticed it, smiled at Zhang Jue, and introduced: "It's my old subordinate."

Fang Hong spoke steadily, but in a low voice. He said that in his opinion, Chen Boqiao was a self-willed and lawless chief who only wanted to increase his rank and never cared about the safety of his subordinates.

For example, when the breakout in the battle zone was deadlocked, Chen Boqiao proposed to ask a group of young soldiers to attract firepower, and the main force bypassed from the flanks. It was only under the persuasion of Fang Hong and his comrades that the plan did not take shape.

Fang Hong didn't look up, and read the manuscript with his head down.Zhang Jue felt uncomfortable after listening to half of it, and wanted to turn off the live broadcast, but Chen Boqiao pressed his hand.

"It's nothing to listen to." Zhang Jue advised Chen Boqiao.

Chen Boqiao grabbed Zhang Jue's hand and didn't use much strength, as if he knew that Zhang Jue would never resist.

"It's been a long time since I saw Lao Fang." Chen Boqiao looked at the picture projected on the white wall and shrugged nonchalantly. "You can watch it on TV."

Immediately afterwards, Hong continued to read word by word at the top of the screen: "I think the success of the team's breakout is due to the hard work of the frontline soldiers and a little bit of luck. It has nothing to do with the criminal Chen Boqiao's leadership ability."

The sound came from the speaker Zhang Jue placed in the corner, with a little distortion.

Chen Boqiao didn't laugh anymore, he didn't look at Zhang Jue, but let Zhang Jue suffer a lot.

Zhang Jue's eyes were fixed on Chen Boqiao's gentle side face, and he remembered the memorial services he had seen repeatedly that Chen Boqiao attended.

Thinking back to when I was [-] years old, I saw the news that Chen Boqiao was injured while saving hostages for the first time. I tried my best to get from the newly independent country to the Asian Union. Visitors' cars came and went, but never got close.

Zhang never paid attention to what Fang Hong said again. He thought that Chen Boqiao was not a naive idealist, although Chen Boqiao would never admit it; and he was not qualified to meet Chen Boqiao. Unfamiliar old classmates.

Even if he will never meet, never chat, and never be remembered, Zhang Jue hopes that Chen Boqiao will have a good life.

Chen Boqiao finally shifted his gaze from the wall to Zhang Jue's face, he still had a smile on his face, and said to Zhang Jue, "Why do you put on such a face, I'm still alive."

Zhang never spoke, and Chen Boqiao said again: "Fang Hong's wife works in the central bank of the alliance and has three children."

As if explaining something for the old subordinates, but also explaining why he didn't care.

Zhang Jue still looked at Chen Boqiao without saying a word, and Chen Boqiao called him: "Zhang Jue."

"Come here." Chen Boqiao grabbed Zhang Jue's wrist and pulled Zhang Jue into his arms.

Zhang Jue half-lyed against Chen Boqiao stiffly. The sound from the picture entered Zhang Jue's eyes and ears, but not his brain. The pheromone temperature of Chen Boqiao wrapped him up. It was the aroma of sea salt and pine wood, which stimulated Zhang Jue's alpha The glands made him feel slightly uncomfortable, and secretly eroded his consciousness, making his heart flutter.

With Zhang Jue's forehead pressed against Chen Boqiao's chin, he watched Fang Hong bow and step down from the stage in the live broadcast. After a while, Zhao Kun, the president of the Asian League, came up.

The president's speech was as intense and dramatic as ever. He denounced Chen Boqiao, describing him as a heinous murderer and short-sighted traitor.

After a while, Chen Boqiao moved, he raised his hand to pinch Zhang Jue's shoulder, and said, "Zhang Jue, you are so nervous watching TV."

Chen Boqiao put his hands around Zhang Jue's chest, as if embracing Zhang Jue, and looked down at Zhang Jue with a teasing look on his face, as usual.

But Zhang Jue felt that Chen Boqiao was actually absent-minded.

They looked at each other, unable to tell who approached first, Zhang Jue thought 90.00% that it should be him.

Chen Boqiao should have given Zhang Jue a chance, so Zhang Jue seized it. Zhang Jue raised his head and lightly touched Chen Boqiao's cheek, chin, and corners of his lips with his lips. He knew that he was trembling indistinctly. Have you noticed that Chen Boqiao let him get close to him in a crappy and poor way.

Zhang Jue couldn't know whether he liked it or endured it, so finally he slowly rubbed against Chen Boqiao's lips.

Chen Boqiao is like a person who needs to vent, so there is no one who refuses to be comforted. He is Zhang Jue's dream. If he can make Chen Boqiao feel better, no matter how difficult or difficult it is, Zhang Jue is willing to try it first.

Kissing Chen Boqiao, Zhang Jue's other gland gradually showed a tendency to suppress, not as delirious as when he was in heat, but it was also difficult to restrain.

He moistened Chen Boqiao's lips, and Chen Boqiao pressed his arm like silent encouragement.

When Zhang Jue straddled Chen Boqiao, Chen Boqiao lowered the volume of the live broadcast and asked Zhang Jue, "Is the estrus not over yet?"

Chen Boqiao's question was not sincere.Zhang Jue felt that Chen Boqiao knew that he was not in heat, but he still said what Chen Boqiao wanted to hear: "It seems to be."

Zhang Jue opened Chen Boqiao's bathrobe a little, kissed Chen Boqiao's Adam's apple, passed through his chest and firm abdominal muscles, and came to the semi-protruding part.He raised his hand and pulled down the edge of Chen Boqiao's underwear, and opened his mouth to hold it.

Chen Boqiao is very big, even if he is half-soft, Zhang Jue is very reluctant.

The smell of pheromones hit Zhang Jue's face, Zhang Jue closed his eyes, opened his mouth hard, swallowed and sucked, slowly, the thing in Zhang Jue's mouth became harder and bigger, squeezed his tongue, and pressed against him deep in the throat.

Zhang Jue felt Chen Boqiao's hand gently caressing his cheek and hair, and then pinching his chin.

I don't know if it was Zhang Jue's illusion, Chen Boqiao became less polite, he pinched Zhang Jue's jaw casually, and pressed himself deep.The corners of Zhang Jue's mouth hurt. He half-opened his eyes and looked at Chen Boqiao, trying to make his expression look enjoyable, but he knew that he was acting badly.

Chen Boqiao also lowered his head to stare at Zhang Jue, pushed aside the hair sticking to Zhang Jue's face, and the knuckles of his fingers slid up and down gently and slowly on Zhang Jue's cheeks, as if Zhang Jue's patience and patience were actually pleasing him. Same pain.

But soon, he let go of his hand, pressed Zhang Jue's shoulder, and withdrew from Zhang Jue's mouth.

"I'm sorry," Chen Boqiao said, "It's too deep for you to feel uncomfortable."

His tone sounded apologetic, but he took Zhang Jue's arm and pulled it up. Chen Boqiao took off Zhang Jue's clothes and let Zhang Jue sit on him again.

Before entering, Chen Boqiao hesitated briefly.Chen Boqiao leaned against Zhang Jue, and suddenly asked Zhang Jue, "Do you have a condom?"

Zhang Jue was stunned for a moment, and stared blankly at Chen Boqiao.Chen Boqiao pressed Zhang Jue's thighs with his hands, and the joints touched together, but Zhang Jue found that Chen Boqiao's expression was still very rational.

"Put it in the hotel," Zhang Jue said slowly, "I didn't get it back."

"En." Chen Boqiao didn't move.

Zhang Jue waited for a while, then he was at a loss. He looked at Chen Boqiao and stammered, "Otherwise, I'll use my mouth..."

Chen Boqiao interrupted Zhang Jue, and said in a very low voice: "Forget it." In almost a second, he squeezed into Zhang Jue's body.

The second time Zhang Jue had sex with Chen Boqiao, it was still not very intense.He felt that maybe Chen Boqiao didn't want to knock his genital cavity open, so the range of movement was not very large, but it was a bit too long. On the bed, Chen Boqiao changed a few positions according to Zhang Jue, and then put Zhang Jue on his back. Get up and lean against the wall.

Zhang Jue's legs wrapped around Chen Boqiao's waist and hips, body fluids dripped down his buttocks, and no one listened to what the Asian League's live broadcast was saying anymore.

Chen Boqiao kept pecking and kissing Zhang Jue, but when Zhang Jue slightly raised his head to deepen the kiss, Chen Boqiao turned his face away unfriendly, and then looked at Zhang Jue's dazed face.Like a very ruthless owner, teasing the least favored pet in the house.A few seconds later, when Zhang Jue realized that he felt a little uncomfortable, Chen Boqiao pressed Zhang Jue's chin and kissed him deeply.

Before ejaculating, Chen Boqiao withdrew.

Zhang Jue knelt and leaned over, but Chen Boqiao rejected Zhang Jue's proposal to give him oral sex again, and just touched Zhang Jue's lips lightly with the tip of Zhang Jue and his own bodily fluids, grabbed Zhang Jue's hand and shook it. After a few shots, he finally shot Zhang Jue in the face.Zhang Jue closed his eyes reflexively.

Chen Boqiao didn't knot, but he also ejaculated a lot. The warm semen carried a strong pheromone smell belonging to Chen Boqiao in the light fishy smell, and slid along Zhang Jue's face to the corner of his mouth, and then to his chin, dripping It landed on his knees and thighs where he was kneeling, and dripped down the sides of his legs.

Chen Boqiao wiped away some of the semen under Zhang Jue's eyes with his fingers, and said, "Open your eyes."

Zhang Jue opened his eyes. Chen Boqiao looked at him, pulled him up a little, kissed Zhang Jue's lips like a reward, and said, "I made progress today, so I didn't cry."

Zhang Jue felt that his face was very hot, and he said he wanted to take a bath.Chen Boqiao let him go.

The bathroom is very small, there is no shower room, only a shower head and a thin layer of shower curtain. Zhang Jue washed his body and turned off the water with weak legs, but he heard the sound of the door being opened behind him. Zhang Jue did not look back, and the shower curtain was closed Pulled away a little, and pressed Zhang Jue's waist with one hand.