Pastel Colours

Day1505:08

The press conference is drawing to a close, and there are not many spectators leaving early. There are only twos and threes in the outdoor parking lot. Taking advantage of this gap, He Zhiyuan leaned on the hood and made a "spot check call" to Song Ran.

The other party quickly picked up, but didn't say a word after connecting, and didn't even say hello.

This is very different from He Zhiyuan's expectations.

He asked in surprise, "Songran, what's the matter?"

Songran remained silent, and there was only a long and moist breath in the earpiece. He Zhiyuan called him several times, but still didn't get a response, his heart was vaguely restless, his smile disappeared, and his expression became solemn.

Is he too optimistic?

He wanted to give Songran a surprise, so he deliberately concealed today's arrangements, but what if Songran didn't like too high-profile confession, and didn't want to be "comed out" in the public?

Then his trouble will be big.

"Song Ran, today's matter, I... I may be too self-assertive."

He Zhiyuan was a little flustered, not knowing how to express it properly. The eloquent elite got off the stage and faced his boyfriend, he was more nervous than 3,000 people: "I admit my mistake to you. If you feel unhappy, just scold me, I am willing to accept all your emotions, but never Don't stop talking, okay?"

The other side just didn't speak.

It took three minutes for two people to do this, and He Zhiyuan's mood became heavier and heavier. He was holding the cold hood, watching the number of pedestrians in the parking lot change from fewer to more, and his chest felt sore--he thought he would be excited, so he answered the phone and poured out his love to him incoherently. Wrong, ended up in different ways.

Probably it was really messed up this time.

At five o'clock in the morning, a faint ray of sunlight entered the living room, causing the furniture in the dark to show a hazy outline. With the laptop closed, she lay on the sofa and stared at the ceiling without saying a word, as if to stare out a hole out of thin air.

He is not hanging He Zhiyuan for no reason.

He was really angry.

After He Zhiyuan stepped down, Songran didn't listen much in the second half of the press conference. It took him a long time to withdraw from the excitement and begin to think about some issues, including an important detail-whether Mr. He and the male **** merged at the press conference, whether it was purely coincidental or was it a long-term plan.

It took him ten seconds to find the correct answer-of course, a long time ago.

Evidence presented to the court: Bobo.

He was kept in the dark by Bubumeng before, and he didn't even think about it carefully. Now he went back and peeled his cocoon. All of a sudden, he found that the child had said that he had leaked countless times. Fortunately, he responded quickly and made up for the leaks in time.

At the moment of thinking about the ins and outs, Songran was anxious and rushed into the bedroom to try to lift the little liar out of the hot bed-just think about it, really carrying it will still feel distressed. He was not angry, and ran outside to find a pen, and childishly drew an angry emoji on Bobo's face, pretending to have vented his anger, and came out again angrily.

Two scammers, one big and one small, backed him to cooperate. The little swindler was reluctant to beat him, so he had to beat the big swindler.

So Mr. He was aired.

When the call time accumulated to four minutes, He Zhiyuan finally couldn't stand it, stood up and said solemnly, "Songran, you speak!"

The tone is stern.

Songran was not bluffed by him, curled her lips, and smirked: "Mr. He, I regret it. After reading your press conference, I decided to take back the previous sentence-I prefer your sentence."

He Zhiyuan was anxious: "Songran, calm down, don't be arrogant, we haven't reached that point. We can talk about the press conference..."

"Don't talk, don't listen, don't calm down." Songran insists on the three no principles, "I just make trouble without reason, how about?"

He Zhiyuan held his forehead with his hands, holding a bitterness in his heart.

In the distance, the theater opened its doors, and the crowd filed out. Several reporters noticed him sharp-eyed and rushed over with long guns and short cannons, seemingly wanting to earn a private interview after the press conference. He waved his hand to indicate inconvenience, and quickly opened the car door and sat in.

joke.

I have made a big mistake and I am busy coaxing my wife.

The reporters seemed unwilling to give up, hovering ten meters away, looking at the posture because they wanted to wait until he finished the call. He Zhiyuan was attacked by the enemy. He immediately fastened his seat belt, started the car, controlled the steering wheel with one hand, and drove a few blocks in a very cunning route.

When he drove on, his face suddenly changed.

The interior of the car is extremely soundproofed and there is almost no noise. He clearly heard a section of heavy gasping from the phone-not the normal breathing sound, it is too sticky, the tail is lingering, and there is a small tremor My son leaked a little ambiguous moan from time to time, and the **** was too strong to hide.

He Zhiyuan frowned and asked in a cold voice, "Songran, what are you doing?!"

He laughed and gasped, and said intermittently: "I'm here, thinking about him... He is so good, stay in the painting, don't lie to me, where is you like you, he said he likes me, and he lied to me It's as hidden as...um...like a fool..."

boom!

The sports car pierced into the parking space obliquely, a sudden brake, and the tire directly hit the concrete parking pier.

He Zhiyuan clasped the steering wheel tightly, looking ahead, his pupils were as dark as ink.

"You like him, but don't like me?"

Songran chuckles: "Are you angry?"

He Zhiyuan: "Very angry."

"Then get angry, anyway, anyway, I only like him anyway, I only miss him when I do it, I don't want you...Ah!" He gasped in a low voice, as if he couldn't bear the intense pleasure. It took a while. After breathing a little, he said, "You stand aside, listen carefully, listen to how much I like him, breathe for him, cry for him... Go jealous, liar... uh uh... Scum, bastard!"

He Zhiyuan imagined the fragrant picture on the other end of the phone, slammed the steering wheel hard, and the green veins on the back of his hand burst out.

The crotch was hard fast, his erect **** was holding the cloth tightly, and roaring hungry in the jungle.

What can he do?

Songran almost masturbates while thinking about him in a provocative way, what can he do?

"Liar, scum, bastard..." Songran said these three words back and forth, breathing slowly, "You'll know it tomorrow morning, but you won't tell me, causing me to struggle alone... Are you bad? Are you bad?"

"Bad, I'm so bad, it's all my fault." He Zhiyuan quickly smoothed his hair and coaxed softly, "Baby, I apologize to you. Forgive me, OK?"

"not good."

Song Ran refused.

He was lying on the sofa, with his neck up, his legs bent, his right knee resting on the back of the sofa, and his left knee lying flat, opening a very unreserved angle. The **** have been taken off to the base of the legs, only worth half of their ass, and the vigorous **** organs are looming inside, showing a healthy and tender pink.

He put his hands into his underwear, the rhythm of masturbation was intense, and his stems frequently hit the fabric, constantly pushing out convex shapes.

Two buttons of the pajamas were scattered, and an undulating line continued from the Adam's apple to the collarbone. With the swallowing motion, the line slid and undulated like water waves, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on the white skin.

He gasped, and said to He Zhiyuan: "You don't even know how much I like him... I saw him at first sight and saw him reversing, and I felt like I'm going to be done. There is no way to save... I got stuck without knowing who he was... But, he won't belong to me! He is married, has a father, has a family, it is something I can never touch... Then , What should I do? I can’t put it down, I can’t touch it... I just thought, I'll look at him sneakily, so that he won’t notice... But his car, that Infiniti...what a broken car Ah, I have been searching for more than forty days, and I haven't even found the shadow!"

"..."

He Zhiyuan only felt suffocated in his chest and faintly aching in his heart-how could he have imagined that forty days ago, even the slightest impression left on him would disrupt Songran's life like this.

Songran slapped two more hard, feeling even more resentful: "Where is your car, has it been sold? Is it selling your car?"

He Zhiyuan was very embarrassed.

"I have three cars, two German cars, and one Japanese car. Infiniti doesn't drive very often and parks in the garage most of the time. The day you met me, the other two German cars should have been sent for maintenance..."

"Why don't you buy it? Are steel plates and tires very valuable!"

Song Ran slammed back viciously.

He is about to climax and his emotions are more sensitive than ever. The body is tense, and the whole person is like a hot pot of hot oil, crackling out to nourish the oil, and it will explode when touched.

The soft glans was rubbed and hurt by the cloth. He was very irritable, so he lifted his waist and pulled off a large section of his underwear. The **** of good shape and size popped out, the color was pink, and it was very green at first sight. After a big scene, I was particularly irritable. After only a few minutes, the top was already soaked, and the prostatic fluid flowed out of the small holes, which was sticky and thick.

Song Ran held herself tightly, her wrists swayed quickly, her breathing increasingly messy.

"You speak, speak..." His tone softened, and he begged, "Listen to your voice..."

He Zhiyuan asked: "What did you say?

Songran snorted with a strong nasal voice: "Just talk about that...you like me, love me, pet me, etc....should be shameless, the more shameless the better... hurry, hurry!"

He Zhiyuan smiled: "Okay."

This volatile young man jumped a gun at him for a while and asked him for sweets for a while. It was really unlovable.

He leaned back in his chair, holding his mobile phone, and slowly said: "Song Ran, I am the liar, scum, and **** who lives across from you. I'm sorry, on the day we should meet, I I looked elsewhere and couldn’t see you. Fortunately, you are not as stupid as I am. Thank you for not giving up on me. I have persisted to this day and found me a blind man who was lost and lost me to life Single. I promise that nothing similar will happen again in the future. I will always look at you, even if you are not looking at me..."

"Who wants...who wants to listen to this! What about those who love me and pet me...sweet...those?"

Songran couldn't bear He Zhiyuan's serious confession, and quickly interrupted him, biting his lips tightly, a moan drenched in **** leaked from his nose, his hands moved faster and faster, his waist slightly lifted, his calves were trembling, and he was obviously shooting quickly. Up.

He Zhiyuan obeyed his wishes and said in a deep and **** voice: "Baby, goodbye, I like you...I love you."

"what!"

Songran let out a panicked whimper, only to feel a strong electric current directly paralyzed from his ears to his lower abdomen, his waist straightened up instinctively, and his **** suddenly became sour and trembled uncontrollably. He didn't even give him a chance to endure it. Several puffs came out, and a pool of salty milky liquid spread on his belly, even his pajamas were not spared.

In the process of ejaculation, except for He Zhiyuan's "baby", his brain was blank.

too frightening.

Masturbation is more refreshing than ever before.

After the heartfelt shooting was finished, Songran slammed back on the sofa, breathing incessantly, like a thirsty fish in a dry land and a blazing sun.

Suddenly I wanted to cry.

He finally made a big deal unreasonably, working hard, working hard, catching Mr. He's little insignificant mistakes and making a fuss, forcing him to coax himself, and the man on the other end of the phone gently tolerated everything and was not angry. , Did not blame him.

It's great, you don't have to be a good boy all the time.

Just make trouble, make trouble, show him exaggerated trouble, it's okay-he understands, he understands.

After about ten seconds, Song Ran slowed down.

When the tide of **** ebbs, reason, integrity and shame are like an underwater beach, seeing the sun again. The **** hadn't completely softened, and he was holding it hot in his palm. There was a viscous liquid flowing between his fingers, dripping on his lower abdomen, and there was a strong smell of fish in the air.

Song Ran blinked slowly, his expression seemed to be amnesia.

Who will tell him that when he called Mr. He just now, he...what did he do?

Is his brain struck by lightning? !