Director, I know your secret

Except for the intermittent calls of a few crickets, the surroundings are quiet. The emerald green bamboo leaves on both sides of the path sway gently with the breeze, and unknown flowers are planted in the yard, exuding a rich fragrance.

Peng Yan sat in the car in a daze, staring directly at An Zhenyuan with dilated pupils, surrounded by the other party's smell of alcohol, desire, and affection.All words are not as impactful as this kiss.

"Do you remember?" An Zhenyuan rubbed his lips, his voice was a little soft, for fear that the decibel would be too high, as if scaring the people in front of him, "You kissed me like this when you were young."

Peng Yan's throat moved, and he didn't know how to respond to An Zhenyuan for a while. He hated this person, admired this person, appreciated this person, and felt sorry for this person. At this moment, he was a little afraid of this person because of such a kiss. .

It was a feeling of falling, of being buried by some kind of deep affection like sea water, that kind of breathless feeling.

"Did you remember it?!" An Zhenyuan lost his patience, and frantically squeezed Peng Yan's face with the help of wine.

Peng Yan was still silent, or he was shocked. He didn't know how to answer this person. He hadn't observed An Zhenyuan carefully. He generally knew that this person liked to wear blue shirts, black trousers, spotless leather shoes, clean hair, and good facial features. Smile lightly, don't like to show your teeth when you smile, and the corners of your eyes will be slightly raised.He searched for such a person in his mind, but found a blank, but felt that this person had been here on a scorching afternoon.

His throat moved, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He felt that it was not a wise move to discuss and recall some bits and pieces of the past with an alcoholic, and it was too unreliable.He put his hand on the car door and was about to get out of the car. Seeing his movement, An Zhenyuan grabbed his wrist and shouted loudly, "Don't go!"

After finishing speaking, An Zhenyuan stood up and knelt down on the seat with one leg, quickly pulled Peng Yan over and pressed him on the seat, without any explanation, his lips came together again, and kissed it vigorously, as if pouring all his thoughts and love into it .

"Hmm... An, Zhenyuan, you..." Peng Yan was so kissed that he couldn't utter a single word. He pushed An Zhenyuan away with all his strength, but the opponent did use all his strength to shackle Peng Yan under him.

Peng Yan turned his head to avoid his kiss, but An Zhenyuan fixed his head and was attacked even more crazily.

An Zhenyuan stuck his tongue in, swept across his white teeth, and sucked his wet tongue.The two competed, the sweat on the foreheads of both sides mixed together, the messy hair was tangled together, the alcohol smell from An Zhenyuan's mouth spread into Peng Yan's mouth, and the heavy breath reached the other's ears, after a while , each other's lips were wet with saliva.

An Zhenyuan was like an uncontrollable wild beast. He was disappointed, sad, biting Peng Yan punitively and vindictively, but he couldn't stop trying harder.

Peng Yan has never felt so cowardly before. He let the opponent's mouth attack the city and let the opponent's tongue drive straight in. He had many opportunities to bite the opponent's tongue to stop his behavior and make the opponent retreat completely, but he never did it once. .

Reluctant? !

When he realized that this might be the case, he clenched his fists and wanted to attack An Zhenyuan's stomach. At that moment, he suddenly remembered that in the bathroom, An Zhenyuan was so angry because he blocked the wine for himself...

An Zhenyuan found that the reaction of the person under him was not so intense, so he relaxed his movements, and finally hugged him tightly.

"Bastard, you actually forgot about me!!"

"How come you don't remember me?"

"Why forget?"

"Why did you forget?"

"You were seven years old at that time, you should have a memory, why did you forget?"

"Why did you forget?"

……

Gradually, An Zhenyuan's voice became smaller and smaller, like talking to himself, slowly murmured, there were grievances, sadness, complaints, anger, and a little bit of bewilderment and unwillingness.

Peng Yan didn't struggle any more, and let An Zhenyuan hug him until the other person stopped talking and making movements. Hearing the other person's even breathing, he felt that An Zhenyuan seemed...

day!An Zhenyuan actually fell asleep.

what is this?Peng Yan tilted his head back, kowtowed on the seat, thinking, how well does this buddy sing?Wouldn't it be nice not to have fun with it?After whoring, I still know that after a while, I will kiss after the fact. Bah, what a metaphor!

He pushed An Zhenyuan's waist, "Hey, wake up, go home and sleep."

An Zhenyuan muttered a few words in dissatisfaction, but Peng Yan didn't understand what he said, and still lay on his body without moving.

"An Zhenyuan," Peng Yan shouted his name, "Don't pretend, I'm not your poop!!"

"Dong dong dong." Someone knocked on the car window, and Peng Yan turned his head to look at the person outside the window. It was very dark and he couldn't see the face of the person who came, but he should be a man.

At this moment, the car door opened, and the man said, "Is Xiao Yuan drunk?"

"Ah?" Peng Yan was startled, "You are?"

The man smiled, looked very kind, and had a nice voice, "My surname is Yuan, and I am Xiaoyuan's father."

"Oh, hello, Uncle Yuan." Peng Yan pointed to An Zhenyuan, "Can you get him out?"

Yuan Qing was a little embarrassed, patted An Zhenyuan lightly, and called his name in his ear, it was really effective, and he went back to his passenger seat obediently.

Taking advantage of the moon pass, Peng Yan found that Yuan Qing's face was a little pale and his figure was relatively thin, so the good man carried An Zhenyuan to his own room after all.

An Zhenyuan's bedroom is very tidy, with everything neatly arranged, which is very in line with his obsessive-compulsive personality. Peng Yan looked around and found a little yellow duck on the computer desk, which was incompatible with the style of the house.

There were a few lightly smudged ballpoint pen marks on the duckling, and the color of the duck's beak and eyes had already faded away. Peng Yan walked over to pick it up and looked at it for a long time.

At this time, Yuan Qing came in with a basin of water, and Peng Yan quickly took it after seeing his sickly appearance.

"Thank you," Yuan Qing smiled shyly, "I'm not in good health."

"It's okay, uncle," Peng Yan wrung out the towel, "Will you wipe him off?"

"Well, otherwise he will be unwell tomorrow."

Peng Yan pouted in his heart, thinking: An Zhenyuan, you are good enough, you are so embarrassed to let your father serve you like this!So when he wiped his face, he deliberately applied force, and An Zhenyuan's delicate and tender face turned even redder.

An Zhenyuan hummed in pain, and refused Peng Yan's wiping with his hands.

"Is it... too hard?"

"It's okay, Uncle, it's a massage with a little force, and he will be very comfortable tomorrow." Peng Yan smiled harmlessly, but he couldn't stop his naughty revenge.

"Oh, that's it." Yuan Qing smiled and said, "You two have a very good relationship."

"Well," Peng Yan replied casually, and later realized that something was wrong, so he turned to look at Yuan Qing, "What?"

"Xiao Yuan is too gentle, you can't be like this when you're drunk," Yuan Qing shook his head reproachfully and said, "I have medicine there, come to the living room later, although the corner of the mouth is a small wound, it is easy to get infected oh."

It was as if Peng Yan had been struck by lightning, his whole body was in a bad state. Seeing Yuan Qing go out, he immediately ran to the mirror and saw his own lips that had been ravaged by An Zhenyuan. He could speak for McDonald's. Thinking of Yuan Qing's words just now, he turned into a red light at the intersection.

Come on! !

Peng Yan looked fiercely at the master-like instigator on the bed, stepped forward angrily, regardless of whether this person was a drunkard or not, he clenched his hands into fists and was about to beat him up.

At this time, An Zhenyuan muttered, "It's so hot, it's so hot." He opened his shirt with his hands, revealing his rosy white chest.

An ivory Buddha's head was worn on an old red rope, lying quietly on An Zhenyuan's chest.

Peng Yan slowly put down his hand, approached An Zhenyuan and gently pinched the Buddha's head. He turned it over and saw the two words newly engraved on it——

Mo Yan! !