How to Deal with a Tsundere Gong

Xu Jinchuan's wrist was about to be pinched off by Tang Jin. He flicked it hard instead of shaking. Instead, Tang Jin pulled it hard into his arms. The other hand pressed from behind, hugging him hard.

Tang Jin asked: "Have you kissed him? Or ..." The pressure on his wrists was a little bit heavy, and his voice seemed to surge up from the back of his throat, resonating with his chest, terribly depressed: "Has he ever been to bed? "

After he finished speaking, there was no room for Xu Baichuan to explain, and he pushed Xu Baichuan to the sofa in a restrained posture without saying a word, pressing it up and blocking Xu Baichuan's lips.

The last kiss was more than a month ago. Xu Baichuan liked Tang Jin's kiss, but not under such circumstances.

Tang Jin already has Song Yanyu, and he has no interest in kissing Song Songyu indirectly.

Xu Baichuan squeezed his lips tightly and put an elbow in front of Tang Jin's chest. Tang Jin only moaned, his action was more crazy, and he repeatedly kissed Xu Baichuan's lips. He squeezed Xu Baichuan's chin with one hand, forcing him to open his mouth and squeezing his tongue into the entanglement. At the same time, one hand lifted Xu Baichuan's hem and stroked it along the thin waistline.

"You **** ... 唔 ——" Shanbi strength, Xu Baichuan is not Tang Jin's opponent, and he is not willing to let him kiss deeply, arms Tang Jin open a little, arched his knees and slammed upward to Tang Near belly.

He used ten percent of his strength, and Tang Jin had to let go of him to cover his stomach, and was immediately thrown on the sofa.

Xu Baichuan came out from under pressure and wiped his mouth panting.

Tang Jin looked up at him from the bottom up, with resentment, consternation, and anger appearing in succession, as if he was poisoned, his face changed several times, and his eyes were locked on Xu Baichuan's face, and he could not wait to lock him in Never let go of your eyes.

Xu Baichuan was so angry that he said, "Get out."

He can tolerate Tang Jin's many embarrassments, but he can't stand Tang Jin's feelings for Song Yuyu. What does Tang Jin think of him? Is there a tool for venting anytime, anywhere?

Xu Baichuan's expression was cold, and in just three words, there was no room to turn around. Tang Jin has never been so embarrassed. He clenched his fists, slammed the sofa with a bang, and stood slightly bowed, and said ruthlessly, "You will regret it."

Xu Baichuan avoided him like a scorpion, and did not want to take a look at it, in return: "don't worry if you don't work."

"Oh." Tang Jin smiled inexplicably, bumped Xu Baichuan on his shoulder, and walked away without looking back.

Footsteps were getting farther and farther in the corridor, and the lights at the door were on and off until no sound was heard. Xu Baichuan quickly walked to the door and closed the door, sitting on the floor with his back against the door, relieved— Tang Jin is quite proud and loves his face. He was driven away like this and will never come again.

It started with him and ended with Tang Jin. Since then he has his new world, and Tang Jin also has his own Baiyueguang. It could not be better.

Xu Baichuan only hoped that Tang Jin and Song Yiyu would grow old with their heads and be defeated by such a relationship, and those seven years would not be too unbearable. He got up and took a shower. He found a movie with a very high tear point on the Internet, watched it calmly from beginning to end, and went to see some tear film reviews. He couldn't cry, and angrily gave the movie a Samsung.

While full of emotions, he coded a chapter update on the computer and put it on the Internet. He rolled into the bedroom pestle and held the mobile phone on the pillow and watched the variety show. At ten o'clock in the evening, he thought that he would report to the club tomorrow. Quickly turn off the phone. It didn't take long for my head to rest on the pillow, and drowsiness swept through. As he fell asleep, he thought: it's not different today.

The driver of the Tang family received Tang Jin at the airport and handed over a coat. In October, the clothes worn in city H were a bit thinner in city B. Evening wind blew through and a goosebump on the arm. Tang Jin took the jacket and put it on in his car in silence. The car started and left the airport.

The driver glanced at the poor-looking man from the rear-view mirror and reminded, "Mr. Song said, let me get you a call."

Tang Jin leaned on the back of his chair, rubbing his fingers lightly on his lips, and said unpleasantly, "When is my whereabouts to be reported to him?"

The driver immediately said nothing, and said in his heart: OK, you are all grandpas.

The black body reflected the light of the street lights, all the way to the door of the villa, Tang got out of the car, shook the door, looked up, the second floor was dark, and the lights that rarely extinguished in seven years had not been turned on for a long time. The room blended into the surroundings. Among the black and blue, only the clear glory of the moon was reflected on the glass.

It seemed as if a month ago, Tang Jin stood at the door for a while, blowing a bit of wind, and walking towards it.

Late at night, some people have already fallen into Monternet, some people have tossed on the other side, it is difficult to tell the heart.

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President Tang: I am worried and not happy

Xiao Xu: I am happy and not worried

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