Zhou Wei looked back uneasy and said: Mr. Lu will not be in trouble, right?
He Songyang said coldly: Take care of yourself first!
Zhou Wei'an stopped talking immediately, the car was silent, and only the sound of the air conditioner was heard
The boy in the back row looked confused. He looked at the two people in the silent front row and said: Brother Songyang, I...
I'll take you back to the hotel He Songyang said
Eh? The boy widened his eyes and said a lot of language that Zhou Wei'an couldn't understand, but you promised my mother to take me to play!
He Songyang looked impatient and replied to him a string of foreign languages: I have something to do now, do you understand?
The boy fell in the back seat and made a tantrum: No, no! You said I'll live in your place tonight!
He jumped up from the back seat suddenly, and half of his body rushed to Zhou Wei'an's front seat, staring at Zhou Wei'an: Is it because of him?
Zhou Wei'an couldn't understand what the two of them said at all. He looked at the boy He Songyang pressed the boy's forehead and pushed him back to the back seat: Don't move around, it has nothing to do with him!
The boy kept nagging in foreign languages all the way, but He Songyang ignored him and stopped the car in front of the hotel, saying: The top floor is my permanent room, I will give you the door card, just go directly
Seeing that He Songyang had made up his mind, the boy could only snatch the door card unwillingly, and glared at Zhou Wei'an fiercely before getting off the car angrily.
Zhou Wei'an was inexplicably angry. After seeing He Songyang continue to move forward, he asked in a low voice: That's...
My mother's friend's son has been living in France. Not long after he became an adult, he yelled me to take him to see the SM circle... Before He Songyang could react, he still spoke a lot in French. Suddenly he saw Zhou Wei'an's confused eyes and thought to himself, why did I explain so much to him?
He said bluntly in Chinese: It's not your business, right?
Zhou Wei'an was stunned for a moment and didn't say anything. He looked out the window with his head tilted. He Songyang could only see half of his head in his back in his light.
He Songyang felt very angry. After the bad day, he did think of various ways to catch Zhou Wei'an back, but before he could even implement it, he was dragged to France by his mother because one of her childhood best friends was about to get married.
He Songyang was taken care of by that aunt since childhood. When he was a child, he often went to France with his mother. She really couldn't help but follow her reluctantly.
The aunt's ex-husband is also a big official in China. The two divorced for various reasons. The aunt took her son to immigrate to France to live
This younger brother Guy, who has no blood relationship with him, was influenced by French culture since he was a child and was full of curiosity about sex. Especially when he accidentally knew that He Songyang was a DM, he even shouted that he would come to China to see the world with He Songyang.
He Songyang stayed in France for more than two months and lived with his mother in the villa of the aunt. He finally waited until Guy spoke, and found a reason to return to China.
In order to get away with Guy, He Songyang took him to the SM club tonight and met Zhou Wei'an.
It's easy to get it
He Songyang was thinking about what to do with Zhou Wei'an, and one bad thought after another rolled through his mind.
He drove the car to Xishan and parked it in the garage. Zhou Wei'an did not react at all from beginning to end.
He Songyang touched Zhou Wei'an's shoulder and found that the other party was asleep
Damn it, are you so tired?
Can he fall asleep even if he stays with me?
He Songyang thought unhappily, got out of the car, walked around the co-pilot and carried Zhou Wei'an out.
He was surprised when he picked up Zhou Wei'an. It was only two months later, why did this guy get so much lighter?
Kicking open the door of the villa, He Songyang placed Zhou Wei on the sofa, turned on the desk lamp next to him, and then he looked at Zhou Wei'an's appearance carefully... He Songyang's eyebrows quickly frowned.
The bangs that had been hanging obediently before were carefully taken care of, and the beautiful eyebrows and eyes that had been covered were exposed, and people looked much more mature.
A button on the neckline of the shirt broke out, revealing a piece of snow-white neck, covered with some messy pink marks
He Songyang's eyes sank, and he stretched out his hand to pull off Zhou Wei'an's collar. Sure enough, his neck was covered with kiss marks.
He Songyang was so angry that his fingers were trembling. He pursed his lips tightly and pulled Zhou Wei'an's clothes. There was no trace of other parts of his body. He was thinner and his ribs were protruding. When he pulled out his pants, a card fell out of his pocket.
When He Songyang saw the card, he suddenly felt a black look in front of him. The card number starting with the character C is the card of Cheshirung!
What does this mean? Zhou Weian was touched by that bastard? Did they also make the kind of deal he and Zhou Weian had made before?
He Songyang took a deep breath and put the card in his pocket. He bent down and picked up Zhou Wei'an, and walked towards the bathroom step by step.
When Zhou Weian was sleeping in a daze, she felt herself soaked in warm water
He works more than ten hours a day and night, and is very tired. He has truly realized everything his mother has done to support him with hard work.
Warm water surrounds his body, and then suddenly there are big hands, stroking his body inch by inch. Every part of the body seems to have been touched by those hands, and those hands rub his flesh, as if they are going to rub something dirty off.
Then his legs were spread apart, and his private parts that had not been touched for several months were stuffed into a finger. Zhou Weian twisted uneasyly in the mist.
The place was expanded, enema, and carefully washed
Who... am I dreaming? Or... He Songyang...?
Zhou Wei'an opened his eyes vaguely
The bed is so soft, and the curtains reveal the dazzling sunlight during the day. Zhou Weian subconsciously rubbed the pillow, and suddenly was stunned. This was not his home.
He sat up, the quilt slipped down from his body, and realized that he was wearing nothing
Zhou Wei'an looked around and recognized that this was Xishan Villa and He Songyang's bedroom.
Why did he come here? By the way, he fell asleep in the car yesterday...
He Songyang pushed open the door and saw Zhou Wei'an sitting on the bed in a daze: Wake up?
Zhou Weian quietly pulled the quilt awkwardly to cover his body: Mr. He...
He Songyang stood in front of the bed and said: Do you have anything to say to me?
Zhou Wei'an was stunned: What, what?
He Songyang said: For example, explain what you have been doing in the past two months?
Zhou Wei'an lowered his eyes and said: This, all these have nothing to do with Mr. He...
He Songyang sneered: It doesn't matter? Then... what about this? He raised his hand, with a card between his fingers
When Zhou Wei'an saw the card, his pupils shrank, and his face soon flushed, and his voice was filled with anger: How can you, steal my things!
Stealing? He Songyang laughed, I'm not called stealing, but who is asleep in someone else's car?
Me, I... Zhou Wei'an couldn't speak, he reached out to grab the card, and you gave it back to me!
He Songyang slightly raised his hand and avoided Zhou Wei'an's hand. He looked down at Zhou Wei'an with a dark look: This card is from Cheshire Sheng, with 200,000 yuan in it. Should you explain why he gave you so much money?
Zhou Wei'an thought of being insulted by Chejun Sung last night, and couldn't help but tighten his body and his shoulders were trembling.
His appearance made He Songyang confirm his guess, and anger that had never been seen swept over him
He raised his voice and said: Are you so short of money? Ah? Did you do it with him? I bought myself for the sake of money? Zhou Wei'an, who was so noble and angry at me two months ago? Now in a blink of an eye, you are just trying to punish yourself!
Zhou Wei'an was confused by his sudden anger, and he shrank: I don't... However, He Songyang couldn't listen to him at all. He suddenly pressed Zhou Wei'an into the mattress and bit Zhou Wei'an's neck.
Ah!
Zhou Weian called out a short scream like a rabbit biting his neck by a wolf. He struggled, but he couldn't shake He Songyang at all.
A severe pain came from the neck, the flesh was bitten and blood was flowing out
Are you that cheap? Zhou Wei'an, can you do anything for money?
He Songyang licked Zhou Wei'an's blood. The salty and fishy smell made him want to be violent even more. He just wanted to penetrate the people under him and possess them...
It's better to imprison it, just him...
He Songyang's contemptuous sentence made Zhou Wei'an think of Lu Chen, and Chejun Sheng. The feeling of being insulted again made him feel broken. He gritted his teeth tightly, and tears burst out from his eyes.
He reached out to grab the card on He Songyang's hand, and he said: Yes, I am, it's so cheap... I want money, this money is me, I earn it, you give it to me...
He Songyang was even more angry when he saw him like that. He sneered: OK, OK, since you want it so much...
He grabbed the card with both hands, and faced Zhou Wei'an's wide eyes and slapped in half!
The blood on Zhou Wei'an's face suddenly faded away. He Songyang threw the broken card on the ground. Zhou Wei'an stared at the card tightly and couldn't help but reach out to touch it. He seemed that he couldn't believe that the card was destroyed.
Two hundred thousand...Mom's life-saving money...
He Songyang grabbed his hand and said angrily: Do you want that? I'll give you Ah! Ah? Sell you to me, I can give you so much money, or even more!
He reached out to touch Zhou Wei'an's chest and rubbed his pity nipples on his shriveled chest. He Songyang said with red eyes: I'll give it to you!
Zhou Wei'an bit his lips tightly, tears rolling out from his wide eyes
He grabbed He Songyang's hand and said in a trembling voice: All, you can... whatever you want... Please, I need it, money...
He Songyang's heart trembled, he pressed Zhou Wei'an's shoulder and pressed him down on the bed, blocking Zhou Wei'an's lips.
He Songyang said coldly: Take care of yourself first!
Zhou Wei'an stopped talking immediately, the car was silent, and only the sound of the air conditioner was heard
The boy in the back row looked confused. He looked at the two people in the silent front row and said: Brother Songyang, I...
I'll take you back to the hotel He Songyang said
Eh? The boy widened his eyes and said a lot of language that Zhou Wei'an couldn't understand, but you promised my mother to take me to play!
He Songyang looked impatient and replied to him a string of foreign languages: I have something to do now, do you understand?
The boy fell in the back seat and made a tantrum: No, no! You said I'll live in your place tonight!
He jumped up from the back seat suddenly, and half of his body rushed to Zhou Wei'an's front seat, staring at Zhou Wei'an: Is it because of him?
Zhou Wei'an couldn't understand what the two of them said at all. He looked at the boy He Songyang pressed the boy's forehead and pushed him back to the back seat: Don't move around, it has nothing to do with him!
The boy kept nagging in foreign languages all the way, but He Songyang ignored him and stopped the car in front of the hotel, saying: The top floor is my permanent room, I will give you the door card, just go directly
Seeing that He Songyang had made up his mind, the boy could only snatch the door card unwillingly, and glared at Zhou Wei'an fiercely before getting off the car angrily.
Zhou Wei'an was inexplicably angry. After seeing He Songyang continue to move forward, he asked in a low voice: That's...
My mother's friend's son has been living in France. Not long after he became an adult, he yelled me to take him to see the SM circle... Before He Songyang could react, he still spoke a lot in French. Suddenly he saw Zhou Wei'an's confused eyes and thought to himself, why did I explain so much to him?
He said bluntly in Chinese: It's not your business, right?
Zhou Wei'an was stunned for a moment and didn't say anything. He looked out the window with his head tilted. He Songyang could only see half of his head in his back in his light.
He Songyang felt very angry. After the bad day, he did think of various ways to catch Zhou Wei'an back, but before he could even implement it, he was dragged to France by his mother because one of her childhood best friends was about to get married.
He Songyang was taken care of by that aunt since childhood. When he was a child, he often went to France with his mother. She really couldn't help but follow her reluctantly.
The aunt's ex-husband is also a big official in China. The two divorced for various reasons. The aunt took her son to immigrate to France to live
This younger brother Guy, who has no blood relationship with him, was influenced by French culture since he was a child and was full of curiosity about sex. Especially when he accidentally knew that He Songyang was a DM, he even shouted that he would come to China to see the world with He Songyang.
He Songyang stayed in France for more than two months and lived with his mother in the villa of the aunt. He finally waited until Guy spoke, and found a reason to return to China.
In order to get away with Guy, He Songyang took him to the SM club tonight and met Zhou Wei'an.
It's easy to get it
He Songyang was thinking about what to do with Zhou Wei'an, and one bad thought after another rolled through his mind.
He drove the car to Xishan and parked it in the garage. Zhou Wei'an did not react at all from beginning to end.
He Songyang touched Zhou Wei'an's shoulder and found that the other party was asleep
Damn it, are you so tired?
Can he fall asleep even if he stays with me?
He Songyang thought unhappily, got out of the car, walked around the co-pilot and carried Zhou Wei'an out.
He was surprised when he picked up Zhou Wei'an. It was only two months later, why did this guy get so much lighter?
Kicking open the door of the villa, He Songyang placed Zhou Wei on the sofa, turned on the desk lamp next to him, and then he looked at Zhou Wei'an's appearance carefully... He Songyang's eyebrows quickly frowned.
The bangs that had been hanging obediently before were carefully taken care of, and the beautiful eyebrows and eyes that had been covered were exposed, and people looked much more mature.
A button on the neckline of the shirt broke out, revealing a piece of snow-white neck, covered with some messy pink marks
He Songyang's eyes sank, and he stretched out his hand to pull off Zhou Wei'an's collar. Sure enough, his neck was covered with kiss marks.
He Songyang was so angry that his fingers were trembling. He pursed his lips tightly and pulled Zhou Wei'an's clothes. There was no trace of other parts of his body. He was thinner and his ribs were protruding. When he pulled out his pants, a card fell out of his pocket.
When He Songyang saw the card, he suddenly felt a black look in front of him. The card number starting with the character C is the card of Cheshirung!
What does this mean? Zhou Weian was touched by that bastard? Did they also make the kind of deal he and Zhou Weian had made before?
He Songyang took a deep breath and put the card in his pocket. He bent down and picked up Zhou Wei'an, and walked towards the bathroom step by step.
When Zhou Weian was sleeping in a daze, she felt herself soaked in warm water
He works more than ten hours a day and night, and is very tired. He has truly realized everything his mother has done to support him with hard work.
Warm water surrounds his body, and then suddenly there are big hands, stroking his body inch by inch. Every part of the body seems to have been touched by those hands, and those hands rub his flesh, as if they are going to rub something dirty off.
Then his legs were spread apart, and his private parts that had not been touched for several months were stuffed into a finger. Zhou Weian twisted uneasyly in the mist.
The place was expanded, enema, and carefully washed
Who... am I dreaming? Or... He Songyang...?
Zhou Wei'an opened his eyes vaguely
The bed is so soft, and the curtains reveal the dazzling sunlight during the day. Zhou Weian subconsciously rubbed the pillow, and suddenly was stunned. This was not his home.
He sat up, the quilt slipped down from his body, and realized that he was wearing nothing
Zhou Wei'an looked around and recognized that this was Xishan Villa and He Songyang's bedroom.
Why did he come here? By the way, he fell asleep in the car yesterday...
He Songyang pushed open the door and saw Zhou Wei'an sitting on the bed in a daze: Wake up?
Zhou Weian quietly pulled the quilt awkwardly to cover his body: Mr. He...
He Songyang stood in front of the bed and said: Do you have anything to say to me?
Zhou Wei'an was stunned: What, what?
He Songyang said: For example, explain what you have been doing in the past two months?
Zhou Wei'an lowered his eyes and said: This, all these have nothing to do with Mr. He...
He Songyang sneered: It doesn't matter? Then... what about this? He raised his hand, with a card between his fingers
When Zhou Wei'an saw the card, his pupils shrank, and his face soon flushed, and his voice was filled with anger: How can you, steal my things!
Stealing? He Songyang laughed, I'm not called stealing, but who is asleep in someone else's car?
Me, I... Zhou Wei'an couldn't speak, he reached out to grab the card, and you gave it back to me!
He Songyang slightly raised his hand and avoided Zhou Wei'an's hand. He looked down at Zhou Wei'an with a dark look: This card is from Cheshire Sheng, with 200,000 yuan in it. Should you explain why he gave you so much money?
Zhou Wei'an thought of being insulted by Chejun Sung last night, and couldn't help but tighten his body and his shoulders were trembling.
His appearance made He Songyang confirm his guess, and anger that had never been seen swept over him
He raised his voice and said: Are you so short of money? Ah? Did you do it with him? I bought myself for the sake of money? Zhou Wei'an, who was so noble and angry at me two months ago? Now in a blink of an eye, you are just trying to punish yourself!
Zhou Wei'an was confused by his sudden anger, and he shrank: I don't... However, He Songyang couldn't listen to him at all. He suddenly pressed Zhou Wei'an into the mattress and bit Zhou Wei'an's neck.
Ah!
Zhou Weian called out a short scream like a rabbit biting his neck by a wolf. He struggled, but he couldn't shake He Songyang at all.
A severe pain came from the neck, the flesh was bitten and blood was flowing out
Are you that cheap? Zhou Wei'an, can you do anything for money?
He Songyang licked Zhou Wei'an's blood. The salty and fishy smell made him want to be violent even more. He just wanted to penetrate the people under him and possess them...
It's better to imprison it, just him...
He Songyang's contemptuous sentence made Zhou Wei'an think of Lu Chen, and Chejun Sheng. The feeling of being insulted again made him feel broken. He gritted his teeth tightly, and tears burst out from his eyes.
He reached out to grab the card on He Songyang's hand, and he said: Yes, I am, it's so cheap... I want money, this money is me, I earn it, you give it to me...
He Songyang was even more angry when he saw him like that. He sneered: OK, OK, since you want it so much...
He grabbed the card with both hands, and faced Zhou Wei'an's wide eyes and slapped in half!
The blood on Zhou Wei'an's face suddenly faded away. He Songyang threw the broken card on the ground. Zhou Wei'an stared at the card tightly and couldn't help but reach out to touch it. He seemed that he couldn't believe that the card was destroyed.
Two hundred thousand...Mom's life-saving money...
He Songyang grabbed his hand and said angrily: Do you want that? I'll give you Ah! Ah? Sell you to me, I can give you so much money, or even more!
He reached out to touch Zhou Wei'an's chest and rubbed his pity nipples on his shriveled chest. He Songyang said with red eyes: I'll give it to you!
Zhou Wei'an bit his lips tightly, tears rolling out from his wide eyes
He grabbed He Songyang's hand and said in a trembling voice: All, you can... whatever you want... Please, I need it, money...
He Songyang's heart trembled, he pressed Zhou Wei'an's shoulder and pressed him down on the bed, blocking Zhou Wei'an's lips.
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