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After the plane landed smoothly, Song Sifan moved his numb shoulders, Lei Meng opened his eyes in a daze, and asked hoarsely, "Are you there?"

"Yeah." Song Sifan put away the blanket calmly and returned it to the stewardess, "Do you want some water?"

"Thank you." Lei Meng took the thermos from Song Sifan and finished drinking it.Returning the cup and opening the sun visor, he was refreshed by the familiar scenery, "Haha, I, Hu Hansan, am back again!"

After getting off the plane, Lei Meng took Song Sifan to take a taxi, and instructed the driver to drive to the hotel familiarly all the way.

Raymond's knowledge of the roads made the taxi driver very surprised, "Boy, are you a local?"

"No, I studied in University C, and then stayed and worked in City C for several years, and only left recently." Raymond answered him in the local dialect of City C.

"No wonder you know City C so well! Our City C is pretty good, why are you leaving?"

"My father is not in good health, so I had to go back, otherwise I wouldn't give up my job here." Raymond scratched his head, "Hey, what's the saying?"

Sitting in the back row and keeping his eyes closed, Song Sifan lightly opened his thin lips, "My parents are here, so I won't travel far."

Raymond clapped his hands, "That's right! This is it!"

"Oh, that's true. I can't tell you're quite filial." The taxi driver chatted with him about the customs and customs of City C, which Lei Meng had already known by heart, taking into account that Song Sifan was the first This time, so I pretended to be excited to talk to the driver.

While dealing with the driver, he turned his head to look at Song Sifan, "Hey Mr. Song, what do you think of City C? Are you interested in staying for a few days longer after Tenglong collects the money?"

Unexpectedly, Song Sifan didn't appreciate his kindness at all. He opened his eyes and looked back at him and asked, "I found that you are doing quite well in sales. Why do you focus on project management?"

"Hey, well... I actually like selling this business, and I was quite happy selling insurance back then, but unfortunately I was born with poor hardware." Speaking of this, Lei Meng spread his hands helplessly, "The patriarch refused to reward this I had no choice but to find another way out.”

"What hardware conditions?" Song Sifan searched in his mind and asked doubtfully.

"Well, let me tell you a secret, I really can't drink."

Song Sifan thought of what the bartender asked Raymond in "Old Times", "So you only drink soda when you go to the bar?"

"Yes, I have explained it countless times..." Raymond sighed with frustration on his face, "It's a pity that no one believes me, and Killy even laughed at me and said it was an excuse to stop drinking."

"Then what about your dinner with Tenglong tonight?"

Lei Meng made an exaggerated gesture, "Then I have no choice but to risk my life to accompany the gentleman."

"Is it important?" Song Sifan asked worriedly, he didn't want any mistakes in the evening meal.

"It's okay." Raymond waved his hand, "I have my own discretion, you should make good contact with the operation director of Tenglong, and leave me alone."

Song Sifan thought that he really came with a mission today. He didn't know what was going on with Lei Meng, so he had to tell him, "Then you should be careful, and don't go to the hospital again."

"Don't worry! My mother warned me the same before I went out. My mother will probably kill me if I drink too much." Lei Meng made a grimace, turned to the driver and said, "Master, just pull over Ah. How much? Give me an invoice."

Lei Meng and Song Sifan entered the hotel lobby with a suitcase each. Song Sifan stopped reservedly and pointed to the service desk with his chin, "Go and check in."

"Didn't you book everything online? Why do you want me to go?" Lei Meng was puzzled, isn't it whoever made the reservation who will handle it?

"I use your name."

"Why use my name..." Raymond muttered and took out his ID card, "Where's your ID card?"

"Use what you have."

"Mine can only open one room, and only two rooms can be opened if two people are needed."

Song Sifan smiled lightly, "I just booked a room."

Raymond: "..."

Song Sifan dragged his suitcase and sat down on the sofa in the hotel lobby, and greeted Lei Meng's incredible gaze with a calm face.

Although he has accepted that Song Sifan is different from other sissies psychologically, Lei Meng still finds it unacceptable when he thinks of living with a GAY.

"Why only book one room! You can live in a deluxe single room at the director level! And you are so rich! No, even if you are no longer so rich, you are richer than me anyway! Why do you want Squeeze a room with me! Why! What! What!" Regardless of maintaining his demeanor in public, he roared to vent his dissatisfaction.

Song Sifan shrugged and said casually, "I don't have a Ciguo ID card."

"Ah?" Lei Meng thought that when he boarded the plane to check the ticket, what Song Sifan took out seemed to be a small notebook, not the same ID card as him.

So Song Sifan is still a crooked nut?

Lei Meng blinked, and his attitude towards international friends eased a little, and he said aggrievedly, "The passport can also open a room!"

"There was only one room left when I booked."

"Can't you change to a hotel?"

"This one is the closest and most convenient to Tenglong."

"Then you can't either..."

Song Sifan frowned slightly, and stood up impatiently, "Are you going or not?"

Raymond lost his composure, and immediately became timid. He walked towards the service desk with his head drooping, "Hi, I reserved a room before. By the way, please give me two room cards."

"Hello, you have reserved a double room, here is your room card, please take it well." The front desk lady quickly completed the registration and handed over two room cards.

Wait, what did she just say?

Big……

bed……

house……

Lei Meng took the room card tremblingly, and after confirming that the room card said double bed room, his eyes darkened, and he turned around to see Song Sifan smiling and waving at him.

—Raymond chooses to die.

However, how could Song Sifan let him die easily? Lei Meng opened the door of the guest room with a tragic expression of "the wind is rustling, the water is cold, and the strong man will never return".

As the last remaining room, the room type is definitely not very good. The whole room is a rectangle, but the bathroom and shower room are separated by transparent glass at one corner of the room. If the curtain is not drawn, the scene inside will be seen Be clear.Raymond has seen this kind of decoration before, and the anti-fog glass that has been deliberately processed is said to increase the interest of couples' accommodation.

Two big men need a girl's interest... Lei Meng pretended to be nonchalant and peeked at Song Sifan from the corner of his eyes. The latter sat on the bed unconsciously, opened the suitcase, and began to organize supplies.

The whole room didn't even have windows, the frozen air blocked Raymond's nasal passages, and the big white bed blinded Raymond's titanium alloy dog ​​eyes.Lei Meng didn't want to stay here any longer, he put the suitcase beside the bed, took only his wallet and mobile phone, and said to Song Sifan who was packing up his clothes, "I haven't been back to City C for a long time, I'm going out for a stroll first! I'll be back an hour before the Tenglong dinner."

"Well, remember to check the time." Song Sifan handed him one of the room cards, "Take it, I might go out too."

Finally escaped from the hotel, Lei Meng walked slowly along the streets full of plane trees.It was late autumn, and the golden sycamore leaves swirled and fell down, spreading them into a thick layer on the ground, and the leather shoes creaked when stepped on.

The autumn wind cooled his feverish head slightly, and Lei Meng stood in the yellow leaves all over the sky, calming down his flustered heart little by little.

So what if you live with a GAY for one night, a rich person like Song Sifan only likes to be a starlet, and it's impossible for him to fall in love with an ordinary person like himself.

Wait, why is it impossible for him to fancy himself?I won't fall in love with him, okay!

Lei Meng angrily crushed the sycamore leaves under his feet, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was too spineless to run away.

The more I avoid it, the more guilty I will appear?

I'm an open-minded straight man who walks upright and sits upright, so I have nothing to be afraid of!

Raymond has done enough psychological construction, put himself on the moral high ground, turned around and went back to the hotel to show his broad mind like the ocean.

Isn't he just a GAY?Uncle Lei is upright and unyielding, so he won't change his mind easily just because he slept with GAY for one night!

With full confidence, Raymond walked towards the room.After getting out of the elevator, his mood was like an hourglass being turned upside down. The self-confidence that had been piled up after so much effort was dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was a short distance from the elevator to the room, and Raymond walked with difficulty.

Walking to the door, Lei Meng stepped lightly, struggling to find excuses for himself.If Song Sifan is here... I'd better go out for a couple of laps before coming back.

Raymond put his ear to the door and listened. There seemed to be no sound in the room. He knocked twice symbolically, but no one answered.

Maybe Song Sifan really went out?

Raymond let out a long sigh of relief, took out his room card and swiped the door to enter.

There was no one where Song Sifan was sitting, so Lei Meng threw himself on the big bed happily, and closed his eyes comfortably.

Huh?It seems that something is being pressed... Raymond reached out his hand to dig it out, and held it up to his eyes to identify it carefully.

——It's a pair of CK tight briefs, the size doesn't look like my own.

As if picking up a piece of hot potato, Lei Meng quickly tossed the underwear aside, turned his head in embarrassment, trying to ignore the existence of the underwear, but happened to see the view of the bathroom.

The shower is steamy, but the anti-fog glass faithfully presents the interior.There was a man standing on his back, with flaxen hair scattered on his broad shoulders, and the muscles of his arms arched in a beautiful arc.The shoulder blades were like a butterfly spreading its wings, swaying with his movements.There is no trace of fat on the waist, and the water flows along the deep line of the back straight into the tight buttocks, and the hair hanging between the legs can be vaguely seen...

Raymond suffocated for breath, and his blood was instantly ignited to the point of boiling, scrambling to rush to his lower body.

Sensing his own physical reaction, Raymond turned pale with fright and struggled to escape from the room.

Blown by the cold wind outside, the throbbing heat subsided slightly. Just as Lei Meng was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the suppressed restlessness in his body went retrograde and found the exit again.

Before Raymond could stop it, two lines of nosebleeds just flowed down.

The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

For such a high-energy chapter, I believe that everyone must have a lot of questions to ask, so we specially interviewed Mr. Song.

Nian Gao: Hello Mr. Song, Mr. Xu has already used this despicable method of booking only one room for two people. Are you imitating him?

Mr. Song: According to the chronological order, Lei Meng and I were on a business trip first, and Xu Yao and Xu Weichen were on a business trip after. He should imitate me.Besides, does he dare to book a double bed room? [pick nose]

Nian Gao: Indeed, at that time, Mr. Xu gave up in front of the double bed room and finally booked the standard room...Then the question is, when you made the reservation, was there really only one big bed room left?

President Song: [Evil smile] Guess what?