Extra 2 Cold

After this shocking concert, Song Juhan and He Gu thanked Ren Yi and returned to the nanny's car.

The car doors isolate all the noise and are wrapped in limited space, which makes people feel a little safe.

"Brother Han, where are you going?" the driver asked.

Song Juhan didn't think about whether to visit his parents at dawn. This decided whether to live in the city or return to the villa in Xiangshan. He said, "Download first." No matter where he went, he just wanted to stay away from this ghost place now.

Why was he trapped in a chair, looking out the window silently without saying a word? He was obviously 1.8 meters tall, but at this time he seemed to be trying his best to embed himself into the backrest, and his body was a little hunched, so he seemed a little thin.

The front row of the seven-seater business car is two independent luxury seats. Song Juhan couldn't hold him, so he could only hold his hand: "Why?"

Why is his hands as cold as ice cubes and trembling slightly?

Song Juhan felt nervous: "Why, come here."

Why did he turn his face? The cold moonlight seemed to have a layer of hazy silver frost on his face, making his face pale and his eyes a little confused.

“Sit here.”

“…It’s too crowded.”

"Not crowded, the chair is very wide."

Why did they look at the driver and Komatsu in the cab? The two of them didn't understand each other well. One was driving and the other was playing with their mobile phones, as if they didn't hear it at all.

"I'm over?" Song Juhan's tone was a little threatening.

He had no choice but to get up and sit on Song Juhan's lap. Song Juhan adjusted the backrest to about 120°, hugged He Gu and lay on himself, patted his back lightly, and asked him in a low voice, "Baby, are you scared?"

Why did you say "um" softly?

Fear, how could he not be afraid? He and Song Juhan may die here today. Not only them, but also tens of thousands of fans and staff, together with the gymnasium he had worked hard to build, were cruelly destroyed in the New Year's bell. When he thought of that possible picture, he was afraid that his heart would fall. In particular, the ultimate goal of the gangster was - Song Juhan.

If they hadn't removed the bomb, he wouldn't dare to imagine the consequences.

"I'm afraid too." Seeing He Gu being taken away by the police, thinking that everyone's fate might be in the hands of a few people. While worrying about He Gu, you also pretend to be nothing to sing. That night, Song Juhan was also suffering. He gently stroked He Gu's back, hoping to warm his body and embrace him to make his beloved calm. "But I did not directly participate in solving the case, and there was no such intuitive feeling. You are different. All the urgency, worry, anger, and fear. You feel it on the front line. This may be something we will never encounter in our lifetime. All your emotions are normal now. As long as you know, everything has passed, we are safe."

"I know." Why did he hug Song Juhan's neck? He has always disliked being intimate in front of others, which would cause embarrassment for both parties, but at this moment he really needed to hug Song Juhan tightly, feel the other party's body temperature, heartbeat, pulse, and feel the fact that the other party is safe and sound.

Song Juhan said softly: "Why tell me how my baby helped the police solve the case?"

"Speak quietly." Why lower your voice and complained, "I said don't call me that in front of others." He is a man in his thirties, and he can't even be afraid of anyone calling him like this in public. However, in private, he enjoys this sweetness.

Song Juhan smiled discontently.

Why take a deep breath: "The whole process is like shooting a movie, and I still don't feel like it's true."

"Okay, the company invests in movies every year. Isn't this a ready-made subject?"

Why did he lie in Song Juhan's arms and tell him how he and Ren Yi, Gong Yingxian and others used the elimination method to find bombs in the huge gymnasium and found the suspects who placed the bombs. These memories were as fresh as steaming. He even remembered the torment of every minute and every second in less than an hour, so it was particularly vivid, and Song Juhan was very nervous when he heard it.

"I have never done this kind of thinking under such a high pressure. Of course, I am very tired and stressful when doing projects. And I will never have enough time, but there is not enough for not even an hour." He sighed, "When they came to me, I was very resistant. It was not that I was unwilling to help them, but that I was afraid that I could not bear such a great responsibility, so many lives, including you... But I also know that I must do it. Even if I am not the best candidate, I am the only candidate."

"You are the best candidate." Song Juhan kissed He Qiu's hair, "You are the chief engineer of Honglin Gymnasium. You are smart, calm, and courageous. If you were not for you, the consequences today would be unimaginable. You are so amazing, you saved me and everyone." He was extremely proud in his heart. Such an excellent person is what he loved, the person he recognized in this life, and his treasure. He Qiu.

He was a little red in his eyes, and he seemed to be aware of it. No, maybe it was because of the extreme tension of nerves that had experienced the reputation from numbness to awakening. He only now realized that he might have just lost Song Juhan, and he might have lost the person he loved the most in this world. He grabbed Song Juhan's clothes tightly and his voice trembled slightly: "I am really scared, if I fail..."

Song Juhan lowered his head and took He Gu's lips, sucked and kissed him gently. He held He Gu's hand with his five fingers, and used a little force so that He Gu could feel the breath of his existence from his lips and tongue, and the power of his support from his palm. He rarely saw He Gu's appearance as fragile. Most of the time, this man was tolerant and calm, and used to hiding his thoughts in his heart. Obviously, this incident really left a big shadow on He Gu.

Song Juhan felt heartbroken: "It's okay, you succeeded, we are all fine now, everyone is fine, no longer afraid, be good, I'm here, I've been there all the time."

He was embarrassed and coughed lightly: "You rub your lipstick, you rubbed it." He reached out to wipe it, but Song Juhan stroked his lips with his thumb first, leaving a thick dark purple red on the corner of his lips. The charming color applied to Song Juhan's lips. It was a vampire that controlled the blood, but it appeared on He Juhan's handsome and upright face. It was obvious that the charming red stained the pure white, making Song Juhan's eyes darken.

Song Juhan came up and wanted to kiss him, but why did he dodge him? While wiping his mouth clean, he wanted to get up and return to his seat. He still couldn't accept this in front of others. However, Song Juhan hugged him tightly, making him unable to greed, and said to the driver: "Go to Dijingyuan."

"Ju Han, let me get up." He said in a low voice.

"No, I'll hold you, just pretend they don't exist."

"I'm not tired of you? Your legs should be numb."

Song Juhan smiled softly: "I always suppress you, and occasionally I let you suppress you..."

Why did he cover Song Juhan's mouth and glar at him?

Song Juhan's eyes were even more smiling, and his deep eyes were full of jokes and affection. He even stuck out his tongue and licked the palm of his hand.

He trembled his hands, but he didn't dare to let go, for fear that Song Juhan would say something that would make him even more embarrassed.

Song Juhan pinched the waist of Hei's waist, pressed his head against his shoulder, and gently ordered: "Stay a break."

Why did he hesitate for a moment before letting go of his hand, lay obediently in Song Juhan's arms, and closed his eyes.

Di Jingyuan is a community where two people live in the West Third Ring Road. This 320-square-meter floor is specially designed by Song Juhan for making work and the name written by Why is it easy to buy at work. He doesn't like to buy a house randomly - if you invest, you don't count. If you really live in a house, you need to buy a set of music equipment. You also need to consider space, sound insulation, environment and other factors. Often, due to subtle differences, the things you make here will be a little different when putting them elsewhere. Many people may not be able to hear it, but he is picky about music and will spend extra energy to adjust because of this difference.

However, in order to have more time with why, these are not important.

When the two arrived home, it was already past two o'clock and were exhausted. Why did they change into slippers and ask casually: "Juhan, are you hungry? Do you want me to cook something for you?"

However, Song Juhan suddenly turned him over and pressed him against the wall, protecting the back of his head with one hand, capturing his wrist with the other, and kissing him hard.

The kiss was rough and anxious, so why was it caught off guard and almost couldn't breathe when kissed? He whined twice, but Song Juhan swept his mouth with his tongue and swept the air away.

Why was he kissed so much that he was almost lacking in oxygen? When Song Juhan let him go, his lips were in a mess, and his lipstick rubbed off the edge of his lips, making He Yu's face look whiter.

Why did he say helplessly: "You have to rub your lipstick on my mouth, right? Are you young or not?"

"I didn't expect you to look so good with lipstick." Song Juhan caressed the red and swollen lips that were kissed. The cleaner it was, the more people wanted to mess up.

Why are you afraid that he would have some strange thoughts again: "Don't bother, aren't you tired, aren't you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry, I'm a little tired. I've sweated a lot on the stage and want to take a bath."

"Then you go and remove your makeup first, I'll let you water."

Song Juhan nodded, but did not let go. He whispered: "Are you better?"

He Xiaoxiao: "It's much better, but I feel that the whole thing is too dramatic. Now my mind is a little messy, and I might just have a sleep."

"I'm not afraid?"

He caressed Heru's thick black and curly hair, the hair was soft and elastic, and was wrapped around his fingertips, with a great feel: "I am at home now, you are by my side. This is the safest place in the world and the safest state, and I am not afraid."

Song Juhan kissed him again: "I will always be by your side."

Why stared at Song Juhan with a loving look, and said without any doubt: "I know."

"I love you."

"I know, I love you too."

“Wash together.”

"...I'm tired, go to bed early." Why did you pretend not to hear it?

"You just loved me." Song Juhan hugged him dissatisfiedly, "Isn't it worth celebrating after the disaster?"

Song Juhan agreed no matter why he agreed. There is a saying that chicken soup is good - he spent every day as the last day, and today is almost their last day. If the end of the world is over, he only wants to spend every minute and every second he has left.

He decided to make it tonight as his last night...here, I've been there.

The same goes for the rest of your life.

Song Juhan pressed He Gu against the wall and kissed him for a while before he was rushed to take off his makeup. He Gu went to the bathroom of the master bedroom. While putting water on the bathtub, he also washed his face with cold water for a few handfuls before washing off the lipstick marks on his lips.

What cannot be washed off is the breath and residual warmth that belonged to Song Juhan, which lingers all over his body, so why is his face a little hot?

It’s not that he doesn’t like having sex, but he just often can’t accept Song Juhan’s uncontrollability.

The night before yesterday, he had just tossed him for half a night on the grounds that he had not been on stage to sing for a long time. Before leaving for the venue, he said that he was nervous and needed to relax. The concert of 100,000 people had been held. How could Song Juhan take such a small scene seriously? Why did he have no choice but to see him playing tricks, but his legs were still weak. He was really afraid that he would not be able to walk, so he had to help him ejaculate once with his mouth.

The two of them had just experienced a life-and-death disaster, and they were obviously exhausted physically and mentally. They should have a good rest. No, today they must not let Song Juhan act willfully.

Why did he just made up his mind and the bathroom door was pushed open. Song Juhan walked in, with undry water stains on his face, and his evil stage makeup was removed. His facial features were still as deep as a knife. I don’t know if it was because of the kissing too hard or the makeup removal too hard, his lips were full and slightly raised, and it was red and dripping - a lips that seemed to be asking for kisses at any time.

"Why haven't you taken off your clothes?" Song Juhan said as he started taking off his clothes on his own.

Why was my throat tighter: "Set the water for you, take a shower and go to bed." He said as he wanted to leave.

Song Juhan blocked the door and refused to let him go. Instead, he approached step by step. At the same time, he took off his thin sweater, revealing his strong upper body. His shoulders were very wide, his limbs were slender, his chest muscles were swollen, and the gullies of the eight-pack abs were clearly distinguished. Two deep chiseled mermaid lines were neatly inserted into his pants, which made people think endlessly: "I promised to wash together."

"Who told you?"

"I don't care, I'll just say it." Song Juhan took off his underwear and his pants, naked all over, naked.

Song Juhan walked towards Why without shame? Although he was only one quarter of his white blood, the size of that thing could be amazing to any human race. At this time, it hung between two long legs that were against the sky, and shook with his movements...

Why didn't I know how many "learning" I learned from this thing? It was still a little difficult to look directly at it. Just as I was about to say something, I was trapped between my body and the bathroom by Song Juhan. He could feel the sudden piece of it being pressed against him.

Song Juhan held the marble countertop with his arms, smiled and bullied him. Why: "It's an old husband and wife, and it's still so easy to be shy."

"How can you tell that I'm shy?" Why did you look as usual?

"Your face is indeed very calm most of the time. Most people really can't see through what you are thinking, but I can just tell." Song Juhan kissed the tip of his nose, "What are you thinking? Do you think about the night before yesterday or yesterday afternoon?"

“…”

Song Juhan made a silence: "Oh, I want to be now." He pressed forward again so that He could clearly feel the changes in his lower body.

"you……"

Song Juhan picked up why, and threw the person into the big double massage bathtub amid his protest.
To be continued...