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Chapter 674 An Unforgettable Shameful Picture

Luo Xia didn't know, she just had a lot of fun, and her second brother Xia Qianhan didn't know whether to describe it as a tiger or crazy, in short... that was much wilder than her.

The upper floor of this bar, all the way to the seventh floor, is a luxury hotel.

Build the hotel above the bar, think about it and know what the purpose is and who they are.

Xia Qianhan admitted that he drank a little wine, but in fact he didn't drink much, and he wasn't very confused, but he did drag a wild man whose name he didn't even know to open a room.

Well, what the hell is a man, and he found someone taller than him, isn't this just waiting to be fucked?
This is the problem Xia Qianhan realized when he came out of the shower wrapped in a bathrobe.

In fact, he didn't pay much attention to these things, anyway, he was old and not young, and he lived in places like Japan all the year round, and some influences on these things also made Xia Qianhan more casual.

Anyway, I'm in a bad mood tonight and want to have a good time, just find someone who looks good, and looking at this person... it seems that the job is not bad?

Thinking about it, after the British man finished taking a shower, Xia Qianhan sat on the bed in a daze, watching the tall blond man walk up to him with hazy eyes.

"I'm Morie, baby." The man's body is very exotic. When he said this, his long arm was already stretched out on the bed sheet, very close to Xia Qianhan, and his other hand was about to untie the bathrobe. tape.

(English: Baby, my name is Mo Yan.)
When Xia Qianhan heard this, his eyes moved, and he lay back obediently, his slender fingers cooperatively tugging at the man's collar, so calm that he didn't look like a boy who ate meat for the first time.

Afterwards, Xia Qianhan looked at him, slightly hooked the corners of his lips, smiled provocatively, and asked ambiguously, "Are you British?"

(English: Are you British?)
And the man looked at him and smiled, then softly said: "German hybrids."

(English: German mixed race.)
In short, under this series of ambiguous questions in the foreword, Xia Qianhan also knows who this person is in front of him.

He is of English-German mixed race, he can be regarded as a rich man, and he also came out to have fun.

This is easy to handle, Xia Qianhan is afraid that when he gets up, he will be confused because of the identity of the other party.

Since they are all children from rich families who are idle and bored, it is most appropriate to find each other's interests.

So soon, silent words covered Xia Qianhan's body, and the two gradually approached, and the breath between their noses seemed to be filled together.

Although Xia Qianhan had never experienced such a thing, he was terribly calm and closed his eyes casually, intending to enjoy all of this peacefully.

But who knows, just when Mo Yan's kiss almost fell, Xia Qianhan's mind suddenly flashed the image of himself kissing for a moment.

Um?he kisses?Thinking of this, Xia Qianhan couldn't help frowning.

Later, he realized that the scene in his mind was not imagined by him, but a picture he recalled.

That's him and...

The moment he thought of that person, Xia Qianhan suddenly lost his composure, and opened his eyes wide. Without a word, he stretched out his hand to cover his face, and blocked the kiss that Mo Yan was about to fall.

At this moment, the ambiguous atmosphere created by the two of them instantly became awkward.

At this moment, Xia Qianhan stared directly at Mo Yan with his eyes wide open, and then his pupils trembled.

Damn, how can I still think of Xia Feiran's face at this moment...

What's going on inexplicably feeling guilty...

Xia Qianhan's thoughts were confused, he couldn't help blinking his eyes, finally swallowed, and said: "I...I maybe have something wrong..."

(English: I... I may have something to do...)
Hearing Xia Qianhan's unscrupulous words, Mo Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, raised his cheeks a little, raised his eyebrows and looked at Xia Qianhan: "Wrong?"

(English: things?)
Listen, Xia Qianhan really didn't want to look at Mo Yan, because when he saw this person's face, he couldn't help but think about the shameful images that he recalled in his mind just now.

shame, shame...

So, Xia Qianhan closed his eyes, and then helplessly pushed Mo Yan's shoulder.

Xia Qianhan was a boy, so naturally he wouldn't be in a situation like Luo Xia who was pinned down on the bed and couldn't get up, so he immediately pushed Mo Yan up.

Immediately, Xia Qianhan frowned in Mo Yan's slightly confused expression, and irritably brushed his hair that was still wet, and then said lightly: "I'm sorry, you can find someone else tonight."

(English: Sorry, you can find someone else tonight.)
After the words fell, Xia Qianhan turned his back to Mo Yan, and didn't care about those who had or didn't have it. He directly started to untie the belt of the bathrobe, and then revealed the beautiful white back with clear bones, took the clothes next to him and put it on casually up.

After all, it was the young master who lost my interest.

It's all because of Xia Feiran's stinky face, which has become a habit for so many years. Once it appears in Xia Qianhan's mind, it seems to be a warning that he can't drink, smoke, or have sex, and he can't do anything wrong.

How can I even think about eating meat?

Thinking about it, Xia Qianhan frowned and tied the belt impatiently.

Mo Yan behind him watched Xia Qianhan's back changing clothes from beginning to end, and then raised his eyebrows. He didn't react too much to Xia Qianhan's move, but just said casually: "Add a friend? I have wechat.”

(English: Add a friend? I have WeChat.)
Hearing this, Xia Qianhan had just put on his coat and turned around. In a blink of an eye, he saw this blond foreign man holding a mobile phone in front of him, and his tone was very casual when he spoke.

After all, he is a son of a rich family, so he really doesn't care about these small things, but it shouldn't be a big problem to add a friend, and he might not be able to make an appointment again in the future, after all, this person is not bad in all aspects.

Thinking about it, Xia Qianhan also raised his eyebrows, took out his phone and scanned Mo Yan's code, then added him as a friend, showed him the phone, then locked the screen and put it back in his pants pocket.

The next second, Xia Qianhan said "bye", then turned and walked out.

The silent words in place didn't care so much, and looked at Xia Qianhan's WeChat, and there were a few Chinese characters on it that he didn't quite recognize: Midsummer Night Your Dream.

But opening Xia Qianhan's circle of friends, Mo Yan seemed to have discovered a new world.

This person...is a player from the MW League?Japanese team?
Seeing this, Mo Yan glanced at the door, although he had already left, he couldn't help but still smiled.

It turned out to be a circle, this little brother is a bit interesting...

Thinking about it, Mo Yan curled the corner of his lower lip, and then went to the bathroom to take a cold shower.

……

At this time, Wen Xun received an anonymous text message, the content was very simple, just a picture.

That is, the picture of Rorschach taking the initiative to warm up and interpret under the lights of the bar.

(End of this chapter)