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The man squinted at him: "yes, I escaped."

Han Shaocheng felt that all the people who had gone through the war were pitiful. He ran over his shoulder and said, "it's OK. This is the zone of peace. I'll cover you later. My family is your family. I promise you won't have to run away any more."

The rags on the man's body were flapped by him. They flew into his nostrils and made him cough.

When the movie ended and went out, Han Shaocheng found that it was already three o'clock in the morning. No wonder Henderson dressed like a ghost could get in.

Han Shaocheng enthusiastically takes Henderson home. The bar has just been cleaned up and is ready to close.

Rihe Chunguang asked: "boss, this is...

" this is a friend of mine. " Han Shaocheng's forthright introduction.

Rihe Chunguang was very alert: "boss, how can you take strangers home? It's too dangerous. "

"Fart!" Han Shaocheng has nothing to ask for now. He seems to be the most unsuccessful man in the world. He finally did a heroic thing. There is no doubt that he took Henderson into his bedroom.

Han Shaocheng was shocked when he took off Henderson's strange coat: "I'll go! brother! I can't see it. Tut Tut, heroes in the field are in good shape! "

Han Shaocheng looks at the two pectoral muscles, eight abdominal muscles in front of others, and the mermaid line behind him. He envies what he doesn't want. He's almost drooling. Unlike Asians, European and American people are more suitable for this kind of body shape. Han Shaocheng can't wait to see how clean he looks.

When Henderson finished washing, he also rubbed the bathroom in other people's bedrooms, and pulled them to compete in front of the mirror: "not bad, you're so beautiful."

Henderson's cold eyes seemed to be looking at a fan of his own.

"The beard on his face is too bold and unconstrained." Han Shaocheng felt his smooth chin: "don't you have this kind of razor?" He opened his razor and raised it to Henderson with a slight buzz. "Don't be afraid. I just want to shave your beard."

Henderson stepped back again and again. He didn't want to beat him. He was just afraid that he would hurt the fool.

Han Shaocheng pressed step by step, and finally grasped the other people's beard.

But Henderson hid himself, hissed, and his beard was taken off.

Han Shao was shocked. The razor in his other hand fell to the ground with a bang, and his eyes blinked stiffly: "you...

Henderson's eyes narrowed, revealing a dangerous smell. If the man recognized himself, he would knock him out.

Han Shaocheng, who has just recovered from concussion, can't bear his knock. Fortunately, he doesn't know Henderson. He just thinks it's funny: "you're a performance artist. You're such a classic sharp guy. Next time you bring me one, I'm tired of being handsome. It's time to change my style."

Henderson looked around, wondering if he was acting.

Han Shaocheng threw his beard and fell on the bed: "you can sleep with me. When they left, they locked the door and there was no room left for you."

Henderson hesitated, picked up Han Shaocheng's mobile phone and handed it to him.

Han Shaocheng knew that he had something to say, so he took the phone lying on his side and opened the fingerprint lock and the language recognition software: "here, you can say anything."

Henderson picked up his cell phone and said, "aren't you afraid I'm a bad guy, killing you and robbing your property?"

When Han Shaocheng took back his mobile phone, his expression suddenly became very sad: "kill me. Anyway, I can't live any longer. I even lost my beloved woman. What's the point of taking some money? Take whatever you want! "

Then he threw his cell phone back to Henderson. Henderson was staring at every detail of his expression without blinking, distinguishing whether he was lying or not.

Finally, he settled down and lay on the side of the bed.

I have to say, this is the first time that I have been sleeping in the same bed with an adult non relative man.

Han Shaocheng is, so is Henderson.

Turn off the light, you can hear the breathing of people around you, and you can't sleep for a while.

Han Shaocheng said in his heart: "I can't marry her. I used to think that as long as I came to the United States and Wall Street, there would be more than 80% chance of winning. But I never thought that there would be no Chengdu, no Chengdu at all."

"She's going to marry into a rich family. I don't know whether she still loves me or not. I don't know whether I should entangle the past that can prove that she loved me. I lost my memory a few days ago, but it's not thorough enough."

"If you're not really a good person, just kill me while I'm asleep. It's OK. I don't mind. Good night, Henderson

Han Shaocheng closed his eyes and lied to himself that he was asleep. He didn't open his eyes or talk. It's like someone who's lying to himself that he's dead. Hold your breath and pretend that he's dead.The brain was short of oxygen and dizzy. He was about to suffocate himself. Suddenly, his mouth was pinched open. Han Shaocheng opened his eyes and was startled: "what are you doing, Henderson! Let go of me

Henderson heard the people around him breathing a little bit shallower. He thought he was asleep, but gradually, there was no sound at all. Looking back, the child's face was black and red. In a hurry, he fell on Han Shaocheng's body and opened his jaw to give him artificial respiration.

"I thought you were dead." Henderson speaks English, not Arabic.

Han Shaocheng was surprised: "can you speak English?" Push him off and take a few breaths of fresh air.

"Can you understand the Chinese I just said?"

Henderson replied in Chinese: "a little bit. Chinese, I only know a little bit. It's really hard. I've been learning it for four years, but I'm still stupid. "

Arabic! English! chinese! Learning so many languages, it's strange not to be confused!

Han Shaocheng turned on the light at the head of the bed and sat up solemnly: "what else did you cheat me?"

Henderson sat on the other side of the bed like him, but he was bigger than Han Shaocheng, and he seemed to be the master: "no more."

"I don't believe it!" Han Shaocheng turned on the flash on the back of his mobile phone and went to take a picture of Henderson's huge face: "say it! who are you! Where are you from! What do you do? "

Henderson thinks that if he can't hide it, or if he keeps it, he will be driven out. Once he goes out, he will be taken back by his family and marry the Chinese woman.

Henderson honestly made up a lie similar to the fact: "I am actually an Arab prince, but you know, the king has many princes, so in order to fight for the throne, I was expelled by my brothers."

"..." your Qing Dynasty is dead! Han Shaocheng wanted to tell him that, but he held back. Then he turned on his mobile phone to check the current situation of the kingdom of Saudi Arabia, which was basically consistent with what he said, and he believed.

"Well, don't lie to me any more." Of course, the main reason for being able to forgive him is that Han Shaocheng knows that he saved himself just now. People who can save themselves can tolerate even if they cheat themselves.

After a confrontation, I found it embarrassing. Because Henderson's figure is bigger than Han Shaocheng's, he didn't wear pajamas. He was naked.

Han Shaocheng takes back his mobile phone, turns off the flash light behind him and lies down awkwardly: "go to sleep."

Henderson, aware of the change in his expression, moved slowly to the other side of the bed, sat on the head of the bed for a while, and murmured, "why do you want to die?"

"I don't want to die now, I just want to sleep." Han Shaocheng didn't want to talk with a new acquaintance so soon, so he closed his eyes.

Henderson was much more energetic, and then asked, "I just heard what you said, for a woman?"

"Tut!" Han Shaocheng turned over and said, "ask again! If you ask me again, I'll throw you out! "

Looking at the way he showed his teeth, he must have guessed something from the intermittent words.

Henderson looked into his eyes, not very big, small, crooked, angry, like a little girl.

But apart from those eyes, other organs don't look like women.

Henderson's eyes ran from top to bottom through his collar, chest and thighs.

"What are you looking at?" Han Shaocheng's voice trembled. Did he lead the wolf into the house.

"Look at you." "If it's not a homosexual, it must be a woman. Is the woman you like very strong?" Henderson sneered at him

"I don't want to tell you!" Han Shaocheng, who has seen through his mind, is ashamed and indignant. He pulls the quilt and covers his head.

Henderson shook his head with a sigh, slid down, turned his back to him, and finally fell asleep.

Wu Zi stuffs himself for a long time, until his head is sweating a lot, but his back is cold. Han Shaocheng takes down the quilt, throws it back, covers both of them, and mutters: "what prince, he doesn't speak in a proper way. If he doesn't want to mention anything, he has to ask something. If he talks more, he will throw you out."

Then he fell down and couldn't stand the double suffering of physical and mental fatigue any more. He fell asleep the next morning.

When he woke up, Han Shaocheng felt the soles of his feet cool, as if something had touched him. Sitting up, I found that except for the feet exposed to the quilt, I was thoroughly beaten by cold sweat.

Han Shaocheng wiped the sweat on his forehead and back with his pajamas. He looked at the empty bed. Maybe the prince had left.

Han Shaocheng did not care to lie back, decided to sleep for a while, but heard someone knock on the door a few times.

"Come in." Han Shaocheng shouts coldly, his eyes are as cool as his heart.