God even has a crush on me

Chapter 319 This man, he loves it

Thinking of this, Han Zhaolong felt a strong sense of frustration, so he took a few more sips of red wine.

He himself was an alcoholic, but unlike his father, who was drunk and had no alcohol, he was different.Only when he was drunk would he let everything go in his head and close his eyes to rest.

Alcohol, finally sleepy, the bottle in his hand fell to the ground uncontrollably, and he closed his eyes, unconscious.

In a daze, his face seemed to be scratched by something, it was cool and itchy.

Han Zhaolong frowned displeasedly, raised his hand, and drove that thing away.

After a while, that thing came again, Han Zhaolong finally couldn't bear it anymore, and opened his eyes.

I saw Gu Lin holding a cotton swab in his hand, dipped it in the medicine, and gently tapped it on the bruise on his face. The medicine smell was a bit unpleasant, and he didn't like it.

"What are you doing?" Han Zhaolong said displeasedly, and quickly sat up with his body propped up.

Gu Lin raised his hand and continued to rub the medicine on him, saying, "Hu Xiaojun will never go to this island in the future, I swear."

Hearing this, Han Zhaolong stretched out his hand to hold his wrist to stop him from rubbing the medicine on himself, and said displeasedly, "Your surname is Gu, don't you make me sick?"

Gu Lin's eyes sank, he retracted his hand vigorously, looked down at his dark eyes full of melancholy, and said coldly: "It seems that your Chinese teacher didn't teach you the difference between disgust and concern."

"Get out!" Han Zhaolong cursed in a low voice, and stood up abruptly. Unfortunately, the alcohol was not over, and he immediately lost his balance when he got up, and he was about to fall down.

Gu Lin quickly reached out to help him, and said displeasedly, "How much did you drink?"

"None of your business." Han Zhaolong struggled to get out of his arms, but it was really difficult for his body to keep his balance, and he couldn't avoid it no matter how he pushed.

Seeing that he was becoming more and more restless, Gu Lin became more and more annoyed. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and pushed him down forcefully. Using both hands and feet, he locked his body tightly on the sofa.

too tired……

Han Zhaolong felt more and more tired and wanted to sleep.

Finally, fell into a deep sleep.

Not wanting to face this complicated and difficult world, not wanting to face those weird feelings, he was really tired.

Chained for 26 years, he's never been that restless.

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When Han Zhaolong woke up again, the place changed and he lay down on a big soft bed.

At his waist, there is a warm and strong arm, and there is a steady breathing sound next to his ear.

Han Zhaolong was stunned for a few seconds, and his head exploded instantly.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to his mind, and he thought of a terrible idea - uncle, he was bent!

Depend on!
@#%&@…

All the swear words he knew ran out of my mind, but I couldn't solve the confusion in my heart, what is this?
Losing a bottle of red wine, is it a wrong encounter, or the beginning of a bad relationship, or... a future that can be expected?

Does a person like him have a future?

"Facts have proved that I won, and you will be mine from now on." The people behind suddenly let out a cry of victory.

Han Zhaolong's face darkened, and he turned to face him suddenly. He was about to speak, but he suddenly lowered his head and bit his lip.

Gu Lin smiled at him, with cruelty in his smile, and asked him, "Are you happy?"

Han Zhaolong's heart ached for no reason at this moment, this feeling was not very good, it was very uncomfortable anyway.

"Aaron, accept me." He said again.

Han Zhaolong closed his eyes resignedly, he knew what this meant, and he also knew that he couldn't refute it, but it didn't mean that he had to accept it all.

"How long do you want to play?" Han Zhaolong suddenly opened his eyes, the melancholy in his eyes was gone, only the indifference that was more cruel than the winner's smile remained.

Gu Lin frowned, and suddenly his heart ached.

Seeing that he was silent, Han Zhaolong said again: "A week, a month, or a year?"

Gu Lin still didn't speak.

"Isn't it?" Han Zhaolong smiled, and met his cold black eyes openly, "When I get tired of playing with me, I will become the second Hu Xiaojun, and there will be a third Hu Xiaojun in the future." The first Hu Xiaojun, the fourth, the fifth... For you, the love of acting on the spot is the same for everyone, right?"

"Have you finished?" Gu Lin opened his mouth for a long time.

Han Zhaolong laughed cruelly, shook his head and said, "If you take my heart, throw it away when you don't want it. I never use things that others have used."

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly hugged him and hugged him tightly in his arms.

Han Zhaolong could feel his heart beating abnormally fast.

"What I believe will be used for a lifetime. I'm afraid that my life will not be as long as yours. If I go before you, pretend to be yourself, and I will ask you to get it in the next life."

"It's so fucking disgusting." A certain dragon complained mercilessly.

"Is it numb?" Gu Lin smiled coldly, "There are hotter ones, do you want to try them?"

"Go away, uncle!" Moulong yelled, and quickly got out of bed, away from this... man who drove him crazy.

(End of this chapter)