Brother, do you like me today?

The exchange study team from Germany is here.

Wang Xiu was so busy that he couldn't touch the ground, and Mo Jiming was panting from exhaustion.In short, hurry up, everything was arranged, and at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, the inspection team arrived at the downstairs of the Bailou in three Mercedes-Benz cars.

Wang Xiu was accompanied by a student majoring in German hired by an outer school, and he was a little excited at the thought of having a conversation with a foreign friend.

As a result, the car door opened, and a handsome Apha with black hair and black eyes came down. He was obviously a compatriot from the motherland.

Wang Xiu took the initiative to extend his hand, and the man stretched out his hand to shake it back. He introduced himself: "Hello, I am Cen Ran. The captain of the German exchange and investigation team."

Wang Xiu was taken aback: "My compatriots! I, I thought it was a German friend."

Cen Ran let go of his hands, hanging on the edge of his trousers, with a gentle smile: "No, I am German of Chinese descent, but I have lived in China for 3 years, so I can speak Chinese fairly well."

Wang Xiu immediately complimented: "Okay, that's great! My German translator is for nothing."

Wang Xiu pointed it out to Cen Ran: "This is a student from our laboratory. Teacher Wu is on a business trip for a meeting, and he won't be back until tomorrow."

Cen Ran greeted everyone with a smile, and suddenly, he took two steps forward, stood in front of the quiet Feng Qiu, stretched out his hand, and said with an earnest smile, "Hello."

Feng Qiu was stunned, what is this called?

To show friendliness, Feng Qiu stretched out his hand and shook it vaguely.

Cen Ran's dignified and peaceful appearance just now disappeared, and his eyes were eager and active, like a peacock courting: "What's your name, you are so beautiful, as beautiful as a rose in the snow."

Feng Qiu took two steps back and shrank behind Shen Ping: "I'm sorry, I don't want to date."

Everyone in the hospital knew that the head of the study group from Germany fell in love with the second researcher Omega Fengqiu at first sight, and immediately made love to him.

Feng Qiu was so anxious that he opened WeChat, and the group was full of jokes about Xiao Qiu's boundless charm.

Feng Qiu acted first, clicked on Wang Bozhou's dialog box, and typed: [Xiao Qiu doesn't know, Xiao Qiu is very troubled. 】

But there is no return.

Feng Qiu had invited some classmates to play tennis before, but he was not interested anymore.

Mo Jiming and Shen Ping tried to comfort him, and bought ice milk tea and curry chicken, finally coaxing him well.

Feng Qiu pulled himself together, changed his clothes, put on his tennis bag and went to the tennis court to find someone to spar.

After Feng Qiu played for a while, a figure in a black sportswear suddenly appeared on the field. Feng Qiu had a severe headache and turned around to run. Before he ran a few steps, Cen Ran had already caught up with a bright smile: "Xiao Qiu, I can Call you Xiaoqiu? I heard they call you that? Can I fight with you for a while?"

Feng Qiu glared: "Aren't you ashamed to fight against a weak Omega like me, an Alpha?"

Cen Ran looked at Fengqiu's 1.8m three Alpha beat, "I won't use force. Let's just play one round, shall we?"

Feng Qiu puffed up his cheeks annoyed: "Shouldn't you be busy visiting our laboratory?"

Cen Ran was unmoved: "I also want to inspect the living and learning environment here when I come here."

Feng Qiu rubbed his hair: "This way, I will play a game with you, and I win, so don't pester me."

"What if you lose?"

Feng Qiu became embarrassed, he couldn't lose himself to him, could he?

Cen Ran thoughtfully said: "If you lose, give me your beat, okay?"

Feng Qiu thought to himself, it's just a beat, so he readily agreed.

As soon as the whistle sounded, Feng Qiu served the ball with a beautiful swing.

Cen Ran is indeed a very good opponent, he tends to be technical, and his strength and speed are also quite good, but he seems to be concerned about Feng Qiu's face, and soon made two artificial low-level mistakes, losing points to Feng Qiu.

But after that, Cen Ran became difficult to deal with, he swung his racket neatly, and took quick steps, making him impeccable.

Feng Qiu was out of breath, and wanted to try his best, but before serving, he suddenly saw a figure in a suit outside the court, and made a serve error.

Feng Qiu's heart was beating violently, and he served the ball again, but the landing point was not beautiful enough, and he lost in two or three hits.

Cen Ran enjoyed it, he felt that the process of playing with Feng Qiu was like the process of slowly conquering the prey while hunting.

Feng Qiu's snow-white calves when running, the arc of his arms when he swung his bat, and the flush on his beautiful cheeks all made his heart beat faster.

"I won't fight anymore, I admit defeat."

Feng Qiu suddenly walked to the net, threw the racket to him, bent down to pick up the tennis bag and ran out of the court.

He ran outside the stadium surrounded by green vines, and saw Wang Bozhou standing by the car. He was still wearing a shirt and trousers on a hot day, with a pair of gold-rimmed eyes on his straight nose that he only wore when he was working, with a cold expression. , with a lit cigarette in his finger.

When he saw Feng Qiu, he didn't speak, he lowered his head and took a puff of cigarette, exhaled slowly, like a diffused mist.

Fengqiu's legs were weak, and he had never seen Wang Bozhou's expression, nor had he seen him smoking a cigarette. Although he felt confusing, it was a bit scary.

Feng Qiu called softly: "Senior brother."

Wang Bozhou looked down at him, hooking his slender fingers on his tennis bag.

Today Fengqiu wore a white tennis shirt and black tennis pants. The simple black and white two colors made his skin whiter than snow, and his temperament was pure, like jade in the sparkling waves in the northwest valley.

He wears a headband on his forehead, and the headband binds the bangs in front of his forehead. Below is a pair of clear and beautiful almond eyes that always have a sweet smile.

He fits the headband so well, clean, youthful, slightly flushed from sweat.

Wang Bozhou extinguished his cigarette on the trash can with one hand, smiled as if there was nothing there, dragged Fengqiu past him, and walked to the locker room half hugged and half dragged.

Feng Qiu was dragged into the locker room, and Wang Bozhou threw the tennis bag on the ground. The suit in Wang Bozhou's arms covered the tennis bag. Pressed against the locker in the locker room.

Feng Qiu couldn't stand still, and slipped down against the cold cabinet with his back, sobbed softly, and was immediately fixed by Wang Bozhou's waist.

Wang Bozhou's knees squeezed into his nipples, and Feng Qiu's sweatpants slid up against friction, revealing the white and smooth skin of his thighs, and his two legs were frightened to close together, just pinching Wang Bozhou's knee.

Feng Qiu looked into Wang Bozhou's eyes. In the image, these deep dark gray pupils were always cold and emotionless, but now, his pupils flickered violently, as if he was experiencing painful struggle.

Feng Qiu was stunned for a moment, and he didn't care about being afraid, and murmured: "Brother."

The sound of "brother" was immediately submerged in Wang Bozhou's sudden kiss with his head bowed.

Feng Qiu opened his eyes wide, his heartbeat almost stopped, his ears were full of thumping sounds, as if the surroundings were raining waterfall rainforest, and he couldn't hear anything clearly.

Only Wang Bozhou's lips smelled of smoke, and his sniff was hot and humid.

He subconsciously cooperated with Wang Bozhou, pressed his soft lips against his lips, and slowly pecked and kissed in response. Wang Bozhou froze for a moment, and the hand holding his waist tightened more and more, wishing to pinch him into his own. Body.

Feng Qiu opened his teeth, trying to lick his lips with his wet red soft tongue.

Once, twice.

Wang Bozhou opened his lips, slowly and torturously bit his tongue gently, and slowly entangled with his own tongue.

This process is too slow.The clear tactile sensation of both tongues intertwined was prolonged and magnified, as if there was no end to it, the tailbone and Tianling Gai were so excited that there was a sweet and ambiguous gasp in his throat, and he fell limply into Wang Bozhou's arms.

Feng Qiu didn't know how long it had passed, and he didn't care about the time. He was completely immersed in the kiss, using his lips and tongue to echo and please Wang Bozhou again and again, and felt Wang Bozhou's unprecedented warm response. .

It was Wang Bozhou who let go first, and the two wet red lips parted, bringing up some ambiguous water stains and silver lines.

Wang Bozhou looked at Feng Qiu's confused red eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Little bastard."

Fengqiu felt wronged, felt that he was so kissed that he had no energy left, but instead received this scolding, he grabbed the button of Wang Bozhou's shirt with both hands, and gently pushed it out.

Wang Bozhou took a breath and kissed his eyes restrainedly: "Stop crying."

Feng Qiu limply threw himself into Wang Bozhou's arms, and then came to his senses: "Brother, I was wrong."

Wang Bozhou was stunned for a moment, and immediately said: "Xiaoqiu is very good. There is nothing wrong."

Fengqiu thought, Wang Bozhou kissed him, and kissed away the obvious anger just now.

All the ruthlessness was in the fighting of lips and tongues.