The Actor Wants to Divorce

Chapter 338: Teruyuki Hayashi 6

Lin Zhaozhi was about to go to bed when he received his WeChat.

He stared at the short words for a while.

The phone rang again, and it was from Ji'an.

[I'm bored, let's talk. 】

Lin Zhaozhi frowned slightly, then turned off the phone and stuffed it under the pillow.

He didn't plan to get along with Ji An, and Ji An was not his ideal type. Since he didn't have this idea from the beginning, he still tried his best...Don't give him the illusion of misunderstanding.

Ji An was lying on the bed, clutching his mobile phone and waiting for him to fall asleep.

He woke up from the cold the next day, a shivering man sat up from the bed and looked down at the phone.

It was nine o'clock in the morning, and Lin Zhaozhi still did not reply to his message.

Ji An is angry: "Tsk, the shelf is really big!"

"I don't care about answering me now, I will tell you that you can't afford it!"

Ji An fiercely clicked Lin Zhaozhi's WeChat to surrender, and pressed "Delete Friend" without hesitation.

After the deletion, Ji An felt much better. He got out of bed and threw the dumplings that Ji Rulang had sent last night into the pot, went to wash himself, and then played with his mobile phone while eating the dumplings.

At the beginning of the new year, the circle of friends was very lively. This photo of the New Year’s Eve food was posted, and the other photo of the reunion with the family members setting off firecrackers.

Ji An looked at the dumplings in the bowl and sighed softly after a long time.

"Hey……"

He clicked on the contact on the phone, picked one casually and dialed out.

"Hey?"

A young voice came from the phone, "Brother Ji An, it's a good Chinese New Year."

Ji An: "Are you out for a drink?"

"I can't do it. I have to go to visit my relatives today, and I have to accompany my parents to the tomb sweep. I have to be busy until the fifteenth year. When I have time, I will ask you to drink again..."

Ji An hung up angrily.

Go to the group again and ask who is free.

The group of more than two hundred people was quiet, and no one paid attention to Ji'an.

Ji An was depressed, the more crowded around him, the more uncomfortable he felt, as if he was pinched in his heart with one hand, and he could hardly breathe.

He bowed his head and ate the dumplings in a hurry, then changed his clothes and went out.

Perhaps every household spends the New Year at home, and the lively streets on weekdays seem extremely calm.

Several bars that he frequented were also closed. Ji An looked at the iron rope on the door and kicked the door angrily with his foot.

"Well, I'm sick. Isn't it just a business for the Chinese New Year? It will close down soon!"

Next door is a small shop selling Chinese New Year goods, and the boss heard the movement and walked out of it.

"Little brother, the bars on this street are closed."

Ji Anzhen pulled his head: "I know, I saw it."

Boss: "There is another one with the door open."

Ji An's eyes lit up: "Where is it."

Boss: "But that's gay."

Ji An frowned: "Gay...... right?"

Boss: "Yes, what activities do they do during the Chinese New Year every year? You know, some **** families can't accept homosexuality, so those gays are not willing to go home for the New Year, so they just get together and lively... If you mind, just treat it as if I didn't say it."

─As the cold wind blew, the boss shrank his neck and turned back to the shop.

Ji An rubbed his hands, took a cigarette out of his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth, and then decided to take a look.

He followed the direction pointed by the boss and found that **** soon.

The name was a string of English, and Ji'an High School didn't finish it, and he didn't know what it meant. He jumped on the steps of the wine glass and immediately heard the drumbeat and restlessness of the music coming from inside.

Ji An opened the door and walked in.

Say it's gay, in fact, it's not much different from ordinary bars, nor does it have the kind of erosive scenes of men and men hugging and kissing like Ji An thought.

Although sometimes the employer is always a man to take over the job, there is still a difference between playing homosexuality and being homosexual. If he really sees a man kissing a man together, Ji An guesses that he will be at a loss.

He sat down at the bar and ordered himself a glass of vodka.

The bartender dyed his chestnut hair and stared at Ji An with a smile: "Is this my first time here?"

Ji An: "Huh?"

He handed a glass of wine to Ji An, and cast a charming wink over: "I have this glass."

Ji An: "Fuck... free?"

The bartender looked at Ji An with a smile: "Well, it's free, if you want, I will pack all your drinks today."

Ji An has been out to mix for so many years, he almost immediately felt that the bartender was interesting to him.

Maybe I want to soak myself.

He drew a bill from his wallet and patted it on the bar.

"No, I brought the money."

The bartender's expression was a little lost for a moment.

Ji An himself didn't realize how dangerous his fine skin and tender flesh, pure and soft, cute and easily overwhelming appearance is in the **** bar.

As long as he sits here and drank a glass of wine, five or six people have come to him for contact information.

In the end, a little white face in his early twenties invited him over to play Truth or Dare.

Ji An likes to be lively and readily agrees.

Seven or eight people gathered around a table.

That little boy lost in the first round.

"I'm here to ask, I'll ask!" Someone was eager to try, and said first: "How often do you fold?"

People around "haha" laughed, and others whistled.

Ji An's eyes widened: "Fuck..."

Is the scale that big?

This group of gays are so shameless!

Ji An regretted a bit.

What if he loses...

Worry about what comes, the second sentence, Ji An lost.

Still the little white face, smiling: "This brother is a new friend, everyone should be gentle with him, don't bully him."

Ji An squeezed the cup and laughed nervously.

"Let me ask." A man wearing glasses gently put his hand on Ji An's neck: "How old were you in your first night?"

"Huh?" Ji An was dumbfounded.

The man laughed "pouching one by one" with a face full of disbelief: "No way, little brother, looking at your expression, is it just a baby?

Ji An's eyes were messy, and he squatted: "Uh...I..."

"I'm going, it's really a baby." He suddenly bent down, facing Ji An's ear, in a low voice: "Or, you open the door to a new world."

Ji An shook his hand away, "It's the young child, your whole family is the young child! I am not a young child at the age of eighteen!"

"Yo-yo-yo, I'm still eighteen years old."

Ji An is irritable: "I'm bored, stop playing, I'm going back."

"Don't, let's play another round."

Ji An was dragged back.

Can only bite the bullet and continue to play, who expected Ji An to lose again in the next game.

Ji Ansheng was afraid that these people would not be able to spit out any ivory, and his neck was horizontal: "I choose a big adventure."

"Okay, my little brother is so courageous."

"Then you drink all these wines, even if you turn them off."

Ji An glanced at the table, seven or eight bottles of vodka, this **** drink, don't let him die.

"What's wrong, little brother, are you scared?"

"Afraid of your grandma's legs."

Ji An grabbed the bottle and blew it into his mouth.

There was a burst of applause and a burst of applause.

Lin Zhaozhi has not returned to China for a long time, and came here today to meet a friend.

When he left, he was attracted by the noise in the bar, and when he turned his head, his brows were instantly twisted.

Ji An?

The boy was standing on the coffee table with a bottle of wine in his hand. He was drunk and his eyes were red; "I will tell you, today, who

Don't leave! Give me all drinks! "

He stood swaying from such a high place, and Lin Zhaozhi was a little frightened when he was watching.

I'm not afraid of falling...

As soon as this thought flashed through his head, he saw Ji An "Puffing" down.

─There was a burst of exclamation.

Try with brother tonight? package

About three seconds later, Ji An's heart-piercing cry came.

Lin Zhaozhi wanted to lift his foot and leave, but somehow, he suddenly wanted to take a look.

Ji An was surrounded by people, his forehead hit the corner of the coffee table, a big blush, and his head was bloodied.

Just like that, the bottle in his hand hasn't been spilled yet.

"What should I do? I have to take it to the hospital, right?"

"It's all bleeding."

"Things, whoever, go outside and call for a car."

─A Huang Mao asked Ying to help the drunk Ji An from the ground, "I'll take him to the hospital."

His hand touched Ji An's **** accidentally.

Lin Zhaoyi grabbed the Huang Mao's hand, his eyes were cold, "Take care of your hand."

He was wearing a mask, but Huang Mao didn't recognize him, "Who are you?"

Lin Zhaozhi: "His brother."

Huang Mao's complexion changed transiently, and he hurriedly released Ji An and ran away.

Others saw that Lin Zhaozhi's arrival was unkind, and Ji An was bloodied and afraid of being responsible, they all ran away.

Ji An sat on the ground and smirked at Lin Zhaozhi: "Brother, why are you here."

"You stupid." Lin Zhaozhi frowned and framed Ji An, "I won't come, you don't know if you were picked up."

Ji An huffed into Lin Zhaozhi's arms: "Brother, I have a headache... it hurts..."

Lin Zhaozhi grabbed his hands and frowned; "Don't move, let me see."

He carefully inspected Ji An's injury, and breathed a sigh of relief: "It should just be a little broken, and you can just go back and wipe some medicine."

Ji An sniffed: "Why am I so unlucky."

"Deserve it, aren't you a straight man? Why did you go crazy here?"

"Why can't straight guys come gay?" Ji An muttered, "I...I'm a straight guy, haven't I slept with men too?

Lin Zhaozhi froze for a moment and frowned; "Don't come up with this kind of thing."

Ji An: "You carry me, brother."

"walk on my own?."

"You carry me! carry me!"

Ji An refused to leave.

Lin Zhaozhi really regretted not leaving at that time.

Ji An, who was completely rolling around with Nazarpur, had no way.

"The back is fine, but if you drip on my clothes, I will kill you.

After Lin Zhaozhi warned him, he squatted down with his back to Ji An.