This Quick Transmigration Experience Is a Bit Sweet

In view of Zhuang Feiyu's driving speed, even if they were the first batch of cars, they became the last batch when they arrived at the destination.

Tables were set up in the hall, and the three of them naturally entered the private room. Guan Haoyu followed them and was pulled away by one person before sitting down on the bench.

The person who took him away hated iron and steel, "Will it depend on the timing? You have to know not to be a light bulb when someone is in love!"

The table in the private room is a big round table, and all the people sitting on it are leaders. Zhuang Feiyu naturally took the main seat, and the group of people tacitly left only one seat next to him. The young master Guan was forced to be pulled by others like this. To the corner position.

Zong Yuan naturally sat next to Zhuang Feiyu. Zhuang Feiyu glanced at him blindly, but still didn't say anything, and sat inside to make room for him.

Everyone at the table would say that they would play, but they knew that Zhuang Feiyu didn't like to drink, so they all focused on Zong Yuan's body, one cup after another, holding his attention to get him drunk.

Zong Yuan never refused to come. He seemed to be in a good mood. When others offered him a cup, he retorted and went back. After a lap, he didn't notice the slightest drunkenness.

Zhuang Feiyu's thin lips tightened.

When a department manager was going to come forward to have fun with a glass of wine, he suddenly felt a chill. He turned his head and looked at him, horrified, "!!!" Fuck! Why does the boss want to stew me up!

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Zhuang Feiyu retracted his frightening gaze, raised his hand to catch Zong Yuan's wrist, and said coldly: "Don't drink."

Zong Yuan put down the wine glass in a smooth flow, "Listen to you."

He backhand held Zhuang Feiyu's hand, Zhuang Feiyu struggled as he wanted, and then stopped struggling, and showed a rare smile with a spring breeze on his face.

People who accidentally see it can't wait to poke themselves!

Love can make a perverted boss like this? !

Damn it!

Zong Yuan and Zhuang Feiyu's hands were shaking with sweat. Zong Yuan suddenly let go and got up, "I'll go to the bathroom."

Zhuang Feiyu looked at his empty hands and was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly felt a little empty in his heart. He walked out in a deep voice, "I'll go out."

Zong Yuan just pulled up the zippers of his pants, and a man in waiter clothes next to him blew his whistle, "Handsome guy, make a friend?"

Zong Yuan washed his hands, "I'm sorry this gentleman, I'm not interested in you."

"Don't do this," the man next to him smiled happily, "I can always exchange the phone numbers first."

This man looks good. He just saw this handsome man go to the bathroom in the hallway. After following him, he seemed to have an appetite for him, "Man, are you not company yet?"

Zhuang Feiyu heard these words as soon as he arrived at the bathroom door, raging raging, and he sneered, "Who said he was not company?"

He walked in with his long legs, pulled Zong Yuan behind him, his eyes hidden the iceberg and anger, "Go away."

This violent mood was too scary, and the waiter bowed his head and walked out in fear.

Zhuang Feiyu closed the door fiercely, then twisted the door lock, "Zong Yuan, wherever there are people like you, are you very happy?"

Such a tone!

Zong Yuan was stared at by Zhuang Feiyu's eyes, and he answered the question, "What do you want to do when you close the door?"

Zhuang Feiyu threw away his hand, angrily turned back and smiled, "Change the subject?"

"..." Zong Yuan stepped forward and hugged him, Zhuang Feiyu relentlessly moved an elbow behind him, "A careless person, don't **** want to hug Lao Tzu!"

He thought that Zong Yuan would hide, so he was merciless with this blow, but to his surprise, this time it really hit Zong Yuan, and he could still hear Zong Yuan's muffled hum.

Zhuang Feiyu panicked all of a sudden, he turned around in a hurry, his hands at a loss, not knowing where he was hitting, "How are you?"

"It hurts, it hurts," Zong Yuan said with a bitter face, leaning on Zhuang Feiyu's body, "Baby, do you want to murder your husband?"

"Nonsense!" A flustered expression flashed across Zhuang Feiyu's face. He barely calmed down and put Zong Yuan's arm on his shoulder, "Stop talking, I'll take you to the hospital!"

Zong Yuan's feet are steady as rocks, his breath is getting weaker and weaker, and his voice is getting lower and lower, "Baby, Feiyu, don't you like me?"

The aggrieved tone made Zhuang Feiyu red eyes. He never expected that his blow could be so severe. He was so unsure for the first time in 35 years when he was scared by Zong Yuan's performance. He held Zong Yuan and buried him. The neck is holding back the sourness that is about to be uncontrollable, "I like you, like you very much, don't hate you, you will be fine."

A mess, incoherent.

Zong Yuan felt a little guilty while he was happy. He didn't expect that a shrewd and capable lover would easily believe in his clumsy acting skills. He patted Zhuang Feiyu's hair and said softly, "Feiyu, I'm fine. ."

Zhuang Feiyu was taken aback and looked up at him blankly, "Are you alright?"

Zong Yuan exaggeratedly exclaimed, "Yes, seeing Fei Yu is so sad that suddenly there is no pain in his body."

Zhuang Feiyu pursed his lips, grabbed the hem of Zong Yuan's shirt with both hands, and said stubbornly, "Let me see where I hit him."

Zong Yuan took his hand up to lift up his clothes, tightly light. The bare skin was exposed inch by inch, Zong Yuan brought Zhuang Feiyu's hand to his abdomen, "Feiyu, I am fine."

Nothing can be seen from this angle, and the clothes are tightly covered. Zhuang Feiyu thought to himself, could it be that he was hitting hard? Zong Yuan was just to prevent him from being guilty?

The more he thought about it, the more he gritted his teeth, pushed Zong Yuan to the sink, walked to Zong Yuan himself, squatted down, and pushed his clothes up with both hands, for fear of missing a bit of bruise.

This posture is too ambiguous.

Zhuang Feiyu's head was very close to Zong Yuan's lower abdomen. He saw nothing on this piece of skin, frowning and raising his head, "Is it this piece?"

He didn't wait for Zong Yuan's answer, and moved his hands from his clothes to the left, right, left and right. Zong Yuan suddenly snorted, "Don't move."

Zhuang Feiyu thought he had found the wound and was about to teach Zong Yuan's dishonesty, but he felt that something was poking his chin, what, what?

There were some thoughts in Zhuang Feiyu's mind, he slowly looked down, his face instantly flushed.

Zhuang Feiyu stood up suddenly and forced his composure, "Since you are all right, then go out."

Zong Yuan pointed to his unbelievable big brother, "You want me to go out like this?"

"What, then..." Zhuang Feiyu said very quickly, "I won't help you anyway."

Day, the lover of this world, so honest?

Zong Yuan was in a complex mood, lost and gratified. He washed his face with cold water, "It's okay, it will be fine in a while."

Then Zhuang Feiyu just stood looking at him like this, Zong Yuan tried to divert his attention to chat with him, and when the conversation reached seven or eighty eight, Zhuang Feiyu suddenly said, "It hasn't gone down yet..."

It's almost there baby.

……Ok? Are you paying attention to it?

Zhuang Feiyu turned his face, his profile looks handsome and reliable, he asked, "Do you need me to help you?"

"..." Zong Yuan tentatively replied: "Of course you can if you want."

Zhuang Feiyu's face was sullen, and he was beeping as he walked over, "I'm just worried that others will misunderstand me after being out for too long."

Absolutely, absolutely not because of my own thoughts!

Zhuang Feiyu maintained his personal settings, and he stretched out a hand coldly, "Is one hand enough?"

Zong Yuan hugged him into his arms and kissed him on the forehead, then the eyebrows, the eyes, and the bridge of the nose. "What do you think, baby?"

Then he kissed the lips that Xiao had been thinking about for a long time.

As soon as the secretary was half full, the phone began to buzz and vibrate. Zhuang Feiyu sent her a message: "After dinner, take them to sing. I will be reimbursed when we come back. Zong Yuan and I will leave first."

The two go first? Didn't they all go to the bathroom? Could it be...

Okay, I really want to know what happened...

Zhuang Feiyu was sitting honestly in the co-pilot's seat at this time. Zong Yuan drove the car out of the speed of the car. Zhuang Feiyu frowned, "Go slower."

Zong Yuan gritted his teeth, "Honey, as long as you take your hand away, I won't be so anxious."

Zhuang Feiyu didn't speak anymore, he touched Xiao Yuanyuan in his hand, and looked at Zong Yuanhou's anxiety with satisfaction and joy.

For what's coming... He is so old, young people always put him in a comfortable position, right?

He just checked it, rest assured, he will play the role of "husband" well.

Period, expectation.

Guan Haoyu drinks a drunk man, "Send me home, hiccup."

Shaking off to my little staff member, "Okay, Mr. Guan, where is your home?"

The secretary passing by said lightly, "Take him to your house for one night, he has nowhere to stay tonight."

"Ah, ah, oh... well..."

Secretary: Hidden merit and fame.

Early the next morning, the villa door bell kept ringing, and Guan Haoyu pitifully shouted outside the door, "Brother Zhuang!!! Zhuang——Brother!"

So poor QAQ.

Zhuang Feiyu lay on the bed and pushed Zong Yuan, his voice hoarse and full of lust, "Go open the door..."

Zong Yuan got out of bed, "Damn, who came here early in the morning?"

The two of them didn't go to bed until nearly five o'clock last night, Zong Yuan had to go to bed later, he had to change the sheets and quilts, and he had to clean up with Zhuang Feiyu... Well, he only slept for over an hour.

Guan Haoyu complained when the door opened, "Brother Zhuang! You don't hurt me anymore! Hey, Doctor Zong?"

Zong Yuan opened the door and walked to the room, not forgetting Guan Haoyu, "Did Yu hurt you?"

"Don't think you're handsome, just call me! Ah! Wait, you, you went to the wrong bedroom, that's Brother Zhuang's room!"

Zong Yuan opened the door of Zhuang Feiyu's room and snapped the door tightly before Guan Haoyu looked inside.

A gust of wind from the door exposed a lot of things, this kind of smell as long as men must know...Fuck! ! ! Guan Haoyu was reddened by his own brain.

Brain burst!

He took out his phone and sent a circle of friends: shocked! The 35-year-old brother broke with a man last night! What to do if you are swollen!

He was still digesting the news blushingly, and the phone vibrated.

I saw a solitary comment below this circle of friends.

Uncle Zhuang: Oh, I see.

ORZ.

Brother Zhuang, I'm sorry for your TAT.

The author has something to say: Hahaha, parents are coming! In addition, there will be no righteous acceptance, there will not be, there will not be...

This is a pure chapter! A chapter with nothing!

This world is almost over~