Mr. Yan's face cooled down with the young man word by word, he looked at the young man after he finished speaking, he seemed to be a little tired, turned around and walked towards the sofa in the room, with his movements, the exposed ankles were faint, as if stepping on his heart.

Then I saw the boy sitting down, leaning back against the sofa, seemingly satisfied with the softness of the sofa, and the whole person was smiling, lazy like a cat.

After getting along for the past few months, Mr. Yan also has a little clear about the young man's temper, this person! Eat soft, not hard.

In the final analysis, I was too anxious.

Yan always felt that he couldn't quarrel with the teenager, and he would push the teenager farther and farther.

This is a squinting of his eyes, watching the man get up from the chair, watching him walk in his direction step by step, his eyes narrowed a little more.

What is this, what are you going to do?

Fight?

He's not afraid.

"Look, who is this man?" Mr. Yan handed over his mobile phone, raised his eyebrows and glanced at the young man, motioning for him to look.

So, he glanced at the man and took the phone.

Looking closely, it feels a little familiar.

Also, the phone screen went dark. I didn't think much about it, so I pressed the power button.

The man sitting on the sofa next to him saw the screen darken, and he didn't know if it was because he was happy, and his tight lips actually outlined an arc.

Poor Analyse didn't notice that he was dying in the man's set.

Ha ha..

The phone's one is lit up again, and the lock screen is a picture. When I took a closer look, I was so scared that I lost my phone.

The man next to him seemed to anticipate the boy's movements, and rescued the phone at the moment when it was about to make contact with the floor.

I looked at the lock screen and was a little amused.

"Er Shao, didn't this mobile phone offend you?"

"What is this?"

He didn't answer the man's question, and he had a bad premonition.

"That's what you say?"

The man seemed to be happy, and laughed with an indescribable temptation.

I saw him spread out the mobile phone in his hand, pressed the power button again, and the same photo appeared.

If you look closely, there are two more men in the photo, one is wearing a white T-shirt, young age, seems to be a little unconscious, squinting, and sitting next to him is a man, wearing a shirt, very mature.

If you look at these two people's faces, you will complain about God's unfairness.

But the more exciting information is that the young man's white hand is around the man's neck, and the distance between the two is too close. The man's hand was a little embarrassed and didn't touch the boy.

The most important thing is that the lips of the two are entangled and inseparable.

This is a photo that is enough to arouse the excitement of the rotten girl, and it is full of emotion.

Take a closer look, who is the young man in a shirt and not the analysis in front of him, and who is the man in the shirt who is not the president in front of him?

I haven't calmed down yet, TMD, what the hell is this?

"This one! It's a picture of someone kissing me when they're drunk. The key is that someone doesn't remember it at all after waking up, and he gave me flowers and grass, does Er Shao also think that this person is quite excessive? ”

I never thought that the famous Yan would always be such a scoundrel. It simply refreshed his three views.

The backlash always says that I don't remember someone at all, but the key is that the person in this photo is indeed himself.

He felt that the man in front of him wouldn't be boring enough to lie to him with a fake photo.

Therefore, I lost my first kiss yesterday inexplicably, and the man said that he was quite excessive.

Mr. Yan: You are wrong, this is not the first kiss!

Oh my God, it's a mess of drinking!

I don't know when someone found out about my identity!

But the most important thing right now is how to solve this problem!

……

The horror of the family is that there is no lock on the door, but you dare not push the door out, you can only roar and accept all the arrangements of love, until you finally drown in it, or be separated by time.

——- Wu Qi's poem "Silent Confession"