Quick Transmigration: Straight Man Fails Again

Gao smiled and changed his best clothes. Before he set out, he sprayed fresh perfume on his clothes to make sure that his hair from his feet to his hair was exquisite.

He and Zhang Liangcheng agreed that the time was 11 o'clock in the evening, which was very late. Gao Xiaohan was physically tired, but he was in good spirits.

Even if Zhang Liangcheng asked him out at 3 or 4 a.m., he would arrive on time.

Zhang Liangcheng is in a box of the bar. He is a celebrity. When he goes out, he must be fully armed. When it is dark at night, there will be a lot less people to recognize.

"Where have you been? Shall I go out to pick you up Seeing that the appointed time was about to arrive, Zhang Liangcheng, who stayed in the box, pinched a little and made a phone call to the other party.

Gao Xiaohan is now in a taxi. When he goes out, he only wears a mask. Now he shows his face on TV very few times, and his fame is not very big. No passer-by will notice him and recognize him as a star.

But Zhang Liangcheng is not the same, he is the film emperor, his face thousands of audiences all know. Gao Xiaohan is warm because of his words. His voice is sweet, "no, I'll be there soon. I won't be late."

The man on the other side of the phone chuckled, half seriously and half jokingly, "Xiaohan, you are so cute."

Gao Xiaohan listened to the steady male voice, and his body was half soft. He liked every part of the male god's body.

Going on, Gao Xiaohan is worried that his feelings for men will be exposed. Zhang Liangcheng has never said in front of the media that he likes men. He is a straight man with heterosexuality.

Thinking of this, Gao Xiaohan's hand holding the mobile phone is tight. It's hard to bend a straight man. Besides, Zhang Liangcheng is still a public figure.

To the bar, Gao Xiaohan paid the driver the money, according to the box number given by Zhang Liangcheng to find the past.

There were all dancing men and women downstairs. Everyone had a good time.

Only the second floor is the box. Gao Xiaohan went up the stairs, found the room number and pushed it away.

Zhang Liangcheng is sitting on the sofa with a lazy posture. What he is wearing today is his own private clothes, a wine red shirt, and several buttons have been untied, revealing his wheat skin. He looks special and has a strong mature taste.

Gao Xiaohan's line of sight was firmly caught, he looked at Zhang Liangcheng, the expression on his face was almost silly.

"Xiao Han, come and sit down. Don't stand there." Zhang Liangcheng put his expression into his eyes without any trace. He stood up and walked over with his long legs. Naturally, he held Gao Xiaohan's hand.

What is the experience of being held by the God? Gao Xiaohan himself is almost delirious. He seems greedy when he gets some benefits and wants more.

Zhang Liangcheng led him to the sofa and sat down. With a good-looking hand, he pulled the pull ring of the beer, and then handed it to Gao Xiaohan.

"Can I drink? It shouldn't matter if you drink a little Zhang Liangcheng's face with a decent smile, the media's evaluation of him has been staying in the words of gentleman.

Gao Xiaohan slightly nodded his head. He took the beer in Zhang Liangcheng's hand and whispered, "I can do it."

Zhang Liangcheng looked at him gently, "that's good."