Pretend to die

Su Zheng's hand on the table moved forward slowly, and gradually, it was only a knuckle away from Fu Bingying's hand.But he didn't continue to move closer, but stretched out his index finger and tapped Fu Bingying's fingertips one by one, like playing the piano.

His nails have also been carefully maintained, round in shape, moderate in length and clean, without a trace of dead skin on the edges.

His fingertips and palms are soft, not as calloused as the hands of Fu Bingying, a son of an official family. His palms are fleshy, like a cat's scratching mat, and when he rolls them up, he looks like a high-end airplane beige.

Fu Bingying still remembered that he complained to himself that his fingers were not slender enough, probably because of his short stature. Su Zheng's hands and feet were not big, and Fu Bingying's hand had more than one knuckle compared to his.

"Almost half an hour." Su Zheng said.

Fu Bingying snorted lazily, wanting to see what tricks he was going to do again.

"Since you don't like coffee, let me treat you to dinner."

"No time to."

"Don't," Su Zheng held the back of his hand, his eyes watery: "Give me a little time."

His accent seems to be on the word 'squeeze', trying to imply something, and it seems that he is thinking too much.

Fu Bingying's heart suddenly ignited with anger. Although he knew that Su Zheng was a sao, but when he thought of how many men he had practiced these little tricks, he felt extremely irritable.

Sure enough, he should be killed.Leaving him in the world is simply harmful.

"Okay." Fu Bingying gritted his teeth and said, "Listen to you."

Su Zheng took him to eat at a private restaurant, his ambition was undisguised, and he ordered white wine to cheer him up.

Fu Bingying is not afraid of him, anyway, how many drinks you drink and how many drinks I drink, they are evenly matched.

After the meal was not satisfying, Su Zheng proposed to go to the bar again.Fu Bingying knew that the main event was coming.

They took a taxi to a gay bar, and before entering the door, they saw monsters of all colors standing outside wearing fishnet outfits and short skirts smoking.

They bought tickets, stamped their wrists and went in.

It was past eight o'clock, and the fun show hadn't started yet, but there were already a lot of people.

In a crowded environment, Su Zheng took Fu Bingying's hand consciously. He chose the interlocking method of fingers very sticky, with his palms touching his palms, as if he was kissing each other.

They ordered drinks at the bar and chatted about what they had.

After a few glasses, the mixture of white wine and foreign wine made Su Zheng bolder.He approached Fu Bingying, with the fishy-sweet smell of vodka on his body, he almost stuck to Fu Bingying's body:

"I guess you like navel oranges," he mumbled, and then he giggled, half amused by himself, half ashamed.

Fu Bingying grabbed his waist and pulled him closer to prevent him from rubbing against others.

"Wrong, I like backwards."

"*Dogs are latecomers."

"Wrong, *you."

Under the crazily rotating lights, for a second, Su Zheng's face was brightly visible, and Fu Bingying saw a mass of red covering his cheeks, looking quite cute, but Fu Bingying knew that he was just drunk.

The two of them staggered towards the bathroom—there were quite a lot of people on this road, and Su Zheng was in a daze. Suddenly, a burst of excited screams came from the stage, and then the boiling sound swept through the wine like waves.

People writhed in a ball, chest to chest and back to back with strangers, sweating and releasing pressure while rocking.

The pole dance in the middle of the stage attracted a large number of people to come forward, Fu Bingying was inattentive, and Su Zheng was pushed away by the wave of people.

The chaotic and flickering bar had poor visibility, green, blue, red, and silver lights swirled and drifted, illuminating every face as ghosts and ghosts.

Fu Bingying couldn't find Su Zheng at all.

Not only that, but he was also surrounded by several young men who were scantily dressed and acted boldly.They stuck to Fu Bingying's body enthusiastically and excitedly, pushing their hips, twitching their buttocks, doing whatever they wanted.

Fu Bingying received an elite education since he was a child, and even in this kind of situation, he can't let go completely, not to mention that what he is most worried about now is Su Zheng-this drunk is insane, who knows if he will run to tease wild men-he has no Mind to deal with these puberty ** children.

He wanted to squeeze out of the encirclement, but there were too many people, denser than the subway during rush hour, and he couldn't move at all.

Fu Bingying didn't know that Su Zheng was watching him not far away.He not only looked at him, but also took a picture of him with his mobile phone, the pictures were clear and the angle was particular.

Judging from the screen alone, Fu Bingying, an elite closet, is a playful young man who is gay and dances close to him.

Su Zheng couldn't help but marvel at his wit.He has been in the gay circle for many years, and his alcohol capacity has long been practiced, but he tends to blush when he drinks too much. He thought it was quite embarrassing at first, but then he realized the deceptive nature of this physiological phenomenon, and since then he has used it to deceive There are a lot of young gays who went to the bar for the first time.

Several men were about to squeeze on him, Su Zheng took a look at his appearance through the dim light, felt very unappetizing, and quickly patted them away.

In terms of face, Fu Bingying has to be the prettiest, but it's a pity that this is a poisonous rose, it's enough to just take a look at it, I can't stand it.

So far everything went well, and Fu Bingying was hooked unexpectedly easily. Su Zheng reckoned that this was caused by the restlessness of the old and deep cabinet, but it didn't matter. According to this progress, he went to bed in two days and fell in love in three days. Can survive!

Yes.He didn't intend to have sex with Fu Bingying today.Don't forget, his mission is to make Fu Bingying fall in love with him with all his heart. Friends with benefits are nothing but love.

He is well aware of the nature of men, the more challenging the goal, the more they can arouse their interest.

Su Zheng squeezed out of the bar, took a deep breath of exhaust gas in the brightly lit commercial street, and immediately felt comfortable physically and mentally.

When the phone rang, it turned out that Fu Bingying had sent him a text message, which said, "Wait for me at the door."

Su Zheng smiled like a successful Garfield, and he replied, "Okay."

Fu Bingying narrowed his eyes, and the photos on the screen seemed to be synthetic.

"There's still a video," Su Zheng said, "but I won't show you this one for now."

Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, Fu Bingying reflected on himself, he really underestimated the enemy, even if this guy was drunk, he deserved to be raped by women, and he was worried about his personal safety like a fool, it was so good that the scars forgot the pain, Too proud.

"You don't think this thing can affect the verdict."

"Ha," Su Zheng said with a smile, "Yes, I hope you can get a divorce because I want to date you."

Fu Bingying knew that he had fallen into a trap, and now it was Su Zheng who took the initiative.He was faintly unwilling, but more, it was a desire to conquer the other party that wanted to completely suppress it.

Su Zheng, you really have kindness.

"Divorce is impossible," Fu Bingying pinched Su Zheng's chin, the smell of alcohol was hot and humid, making the latter's lips rosy: "It's okay to play with you."

Play as long as you want, Su Zheng thought, interaction is the first step in depth.

He immediately started to formulate a plan and absorbed the experience of the previous world. He no longer easily tried fields that he had not practiced, but decided to use traditional routines to impress people.

Traditional is classic.

According to Ji Lan's questionnaire, he knew that Fu Bingying had stomach perforation due to fatigue and irregular diet, and now he often suffers from stomach pains.This is a sub-question. Su Zheng taught thousands of men and women to fall in love. The solution to this problem has long been familiar.

Without further ado, he hired a nanny who was a particularly good cook from the Internet.

Aunt Wang, a Cantonese, cooks soup is a unique skill. Every morning, she goes to Su Zheng's house to wash the materials and cook soup, and sends him to the law firm in the afternoon. She doesn't have to do anything else.Then, Su Zheng would take the bucket of heart-warming stomach-warming soup to the front desk of Fu Bingying's company, and put a small note on it, saying that he was still a novice in making soup, so he hoped he would never let it go.

He thought, as long as Fu Bingying is not a fool, he will be able to drink the soup with all the thought and effort, and there is a high probability that he will be grateful when the time comes.

But what he thought was really beautiful. Fu Bingying had been with him for more than a year before his death, and he already knew that he couldn't cook. Throw, in short, there are countless shortcomings.

So when Fu Bingying received the soup, instead of being moved, he sneered and gave it to the exhausted IT department every day without drinking it.

Su Zheng's strategy is comprehensive, coordinated and sustainable. He not only cooks soup, but also sends greeting text messages every day. He wants Fu Bingying to get used to his existence all the time. Not only does he send text messages, but he also makes a dating plan that perfectly fits Fu Bingying's hobbies— God bless, Fu Bingying's hobbies have not changed from the original world.

I like concerts, stage plays, art exhibitions, things that can make Su Zheng fall asleep just hearing the name.

Before his death, he specially signed up for a crash course in taste to pursue Fu Bingying to learn these elegant things, so as not to appear ignorant when chatting with Fu Bingying. Now he still has some foundations in the things he learned in the cram school, laying the foundation for his success in the near future. base.

He bought tickets for the concert and texted Fu Bingying to invite him to join him.

The other party replied five hours later.

Su Zheng knew that he was putting on airs, after all, he was a modern person, who could not look at his phone for five hours.

But that's okay, man, it's all like that.

He sent a message of anticipation in a more clingy manner, followed by a kissing emoji.This is his brilliance, you are indifferent to me and I am still warm to you, so my enthusiasm doubles invisibly, when you are warm to me, I ignore you, you have a big gap, easily Got stuck.

Fu Bingying is the kind of true lover who can hear where an actor has missed a section or played a wrong section at a concert, not the type of Su Zheng who just works there with a face full of intoxication and applauds when he is done. False connoisseur.

He used to take Su Zheng to the concert, and his fingers would always tap on the back of his hand to follow the rhythm. At that time, Su Zheng felt that he was elegant and pretentious, with good looks and good temperament, so elegance was more important than pretense.

But now, he has been chased and killed by Fu Bingying's fierce ghost, and it is impossible to treat him as the little prince before.Seeing Fu Bingying's fingers tapping now, he just wanted to yawn.

Fortunately, he held back, his eyes turned red, and he didn't lose his share.

After it was over, Su Zhengru recovered his energy immediately after finishing his math class, and Fu Bingying looked very good, obviously enjoying himself.

The two ate together in a good mood, you came and I went, there was harmony.