In the dark night, a light suddenly lit up in the bed.
Song Xingzhi held his breath unconsciously, and at the same time squeezed the phone in his palm. It looks like a video is playing on the phone screen. Song Zhengzhi was slightly absorbed, his palms sweated and wet the back of the phone, and he didn't even notice.
As time went by, Song Zhengzhi's breathing gradually became heavier.
After a while, Song Quanzhi slammed the phone to his chest, he gasped for a while, and felt his heart beating like a drum in his chest.
After a while, Song Puzhi raised his eyes and glanced at the ceiling blankly. He couldn't help but shouted in a low voice, "...Bian Yu."
When he was young, he only thought this name was horrible and disgusting, but now... He thinks these two words are so wonderful, he can't wait to shout it over and over hundreds of times.
He felt that even calling it the last time made him tremble with excitement.
If men can love men too...
Then he just likes Bian Yu.
It's the kind of love that deeply wants to possess each other.
He put down his phone, sneaked into the bathroom to take a shower, and changed his underwear. He is an adult, Bian Yu said that he can have his own independent things, so he has a separate bedroom. Fortunately, it is no longer in the same room as Jin Jue.
After taking a shower, he still felt a little excited and couldn't fall asleep. He couldn't help but open the website on his mobile phone, and suddenly a push popped into his eyes - "A Peerless Beauty Reveals in Jingshi Art Exhibition"
Another boring gimmick.
Just as he was about to turn it off, he suddenly noticed a picture with a small box next to the message. He recognized it at a glance... It was Bian Yu!
The man's appearance had already been deeply embedded in his mind, and even if he saw a vague silhouette, he could still recognize whether it was Bian Yu.
Song Puzhi unconsciously squeezed the phone tightly.
An extremely small click sounded, and the back of the phone was cracked.
Resisting jealousy and anger, he clicked on the push.
Painting exhibition, Jin Jue, the peerless beauty in the painting.
The news was full of remarks boasting about Jin Jue's painting, followed by speculation about the identity of the person in the painting. He knew that Bian Yu was beautiful, and no one in the world could compare to him. But when these people followed and praised Bian Yu, Song Puzhi couldn't help but feel jealous.
He repeatedly forced himself to stare at the painting.
Is it the one that Jin Jue planned to show to Bian Jue
Song Xunzhi grabbed the phone abruptly, and because of excessive force, the phone screen cracked on the sink.
Song Puzhi put away the phone nonchalantly and lay back on the bed, but the expression on his face was a little dark.
…
When getting up in the morning, Hang Qing sat on the sofa and watched the messages on the screen of his mobile phone slowly.
After all, he wasn't like a real Bian Yu, and he didn't ask about external affairs. What's more, because he didn't go to the art exhibition, Hang Qing paid more attention to the news related to the art exhibition. So when the news came over, he saw it at a glance.
Hang Qing automatically filtered the full screen of boasting, and finally his eyes fell on the photo of the painting.
Hang Qing unexpectedly felt that Jin Jue was extraordinarily talented in painting. The first time you saw that painting, it was easy to be brought into the painting. Painters try their best to convey what they convey through their brushes... Of course, Hang Qing also thinks that he is really beautiful in this painting. It's not the kind of beauty that is cut straight in front of you, but a mysterious beauty.
It seems that Jin Jue's choice of this line is not a mistake.
It should be this painting that Jin Jue planned to show him last time, right? Too bad he couldn't be there.
Thinking of this, Hang Qing also made a phone call and asked. It was the gallery staff who answered the phone. Because the exhibition is really busy, even though there are many people who come to help the Bian family's face, there are still many things that need to be done by Jin Jue himself. I don't have time to go home anymore, and I slept in the gallery for several days.
"I haven't woken up yet." The staff said over there.
"Then let him rest." Hang Qing hung up the phone.
Jin Jue slept until the afternoon before getting up.
The exhibition ended successfully, and the Bian family took a lot of credit. Without the Bian family, Jin Jue's exhibition would never have been as large as it is now, and it would have been successful in the end.
Jin Jue got up and stared blankly for a while.
In fact, he didn't dare to go back. When he wanted to show the painting to a man that day, it was a rare courage for him.
If Bian Yu knew that he had secretly painted him, would he be angry
At this time, the staff pushed the door and came in and whispered, "Mr. Bian called just now."
Jin Jue shook involuntarily: "What did Mr. Bian say?"
"He asked about your situation."
Jin Jue breathed a sigh of relief, then he was not angry, and he even called to care about him. He was afraid of receiving a call from Bian Yu before, but he was extremely looking forward to receiving a call from Bian Yu until this moment... The fear disappeared, and countless joys poured out of his heart.
"Pack up and go back." Jin Jue suddenly regained his courage, "Also, take the painting."
"Okay!"
When Jin Jue came home, Hang Qingzheng and Song Quanzhi were sitting at the dining table for dinner.
Three servings of cutlery.
When Jin Jue walked over, he couldn't help but be taken aback: "This..."
"You have grown up too, and you should be qualified to own your own tableware." Hang Qing said lightly.
But when Jin Jue sat down at the dining table, he felt at a loss for a while, he couldn't help but look at Song Puzhi, who didn't move his chopsticks for a long time. Hang Qing took this scene into his eyes and didn't say anything to urge them. The process should get used to it quickly.
Sure enough, when Hang Qing was about to finish his meal, Jin Jiu grabbed his chopsticks. Only Song Puzhi was still staring at the food on the table, wondering what he was thinking.
Hang Qing was soon full. He put down his chopsticks and asked the maid to take away the cutlery. After wiping his mouth and cleaning his hands, he went upstairs. Who knows, as soon as he entered the door on his front foot, Song Puzhi followed him on his back foot. Hang Qing had to stop and turn his head to look: "don't you eat?"
Song Xingzhi lowered his head and did not speak.
Hang Qing felt that something was wrong with his state. He had to walk up to Song Zhengzhi, stretched out his hand and raised Song Zhengzhi's chin: "You still pose as a child when you are an adult? Haven't grown up for so many years? Huh?"
Song Zhengzhi's face was forced to rise.
Beneath the broken hair on his forehead are his reddish eyes, the corners of his mouth pursed tightly, as if with a hint of stubbornness.
This kind of expression... shouldn't it be a special expression pack for the protagonist
Why do you have to be so strong and forbear as a villain
Hang Qing felt a little headache.
He withdrew his hand and said coldly: "If you have something to say, if you can only make such an expression, then get out."
Song Zhengzhi's shoulders twitched twice, and he moved closer to Hang Qing: "I'm sad, I'm going crazy..." He suddenly grabbed Hang Qing's hand and dragged Hang Qing to touch his Chest: "It's so uncomfortable here, it's like a lot of things are stuck there." Song Quanzhi said while gasping for breath, as if a person's emotions were extremely emotional.
Song Zhengzhi's face was flushed with excitement, and his eyes were even more red.
Hang Qing's heart skipped a beat: "what's going on?"
"Close, close the door." Song Puzhi said sobbing.
Hang Qing looked at the maid outside the door, who wisely closed the door for them. At the same time, Song Puzhi plunged into Hang Qing's arms without hesitation. Hang Qing held his waist in one hand... He was taller than him, and he was still in his arms? ?
"You, are you going to kill me?" Song Puzhi suddenly asked.
Hang Qing's face became cold again: "what the hell is it, Song Puzhi, straightened his tongue, and figured it out. I don't want to hear these logically confusing words again." How old is Song Puzhi? Did you start killing people at this age
Song Zhengzhi hugged his waist tightly and rubbed it hard twice.
Hang Qing: …
Tears and snot on him
Song Puzhi raised his head again: "I... I had a dream."
... It turned out to be just a dream.
Before Hang Qing could feel relieved, he suddenly heard Song Quanyi say vigorously: "I dreamed of you, I dreamed that I slept in the same bed with you, I dreamed that you were not wearing clothes..."
no wait...
Hang Qing was stunned for a moment.
What is Song Zhizhi talking about
Hang Qing had the feeling that he was reading Xiao Huangwen to himself.
"I-I also know that I'm too bad, I actually did something unforgivable to you in my dream." Song Zhengzhi's face was already red, he choked and said, "Will you kill me? ? I shot at you in a dream."
Hang Qing: …
What more can he say
"you… "
Song Quanzhi grabbed his wrist and led his wrist to squeeze his own neck: "I actually have such a dirty mind for you..." Song Quanzhi's eyes were full of red blood, and it looked like On the verge of collapse: "If you want to kill me, then strangle me."
In the end, it was the child he watched who grew up. Even if Hang Qing usually behaved as cold and unfeeling, it was not the case in essence. He was concerned about Song Jiuzhi and Jin Jue. He thought that he and Song Xunzhi would also be able to fill up their favorability by relying on the relationship of raising them. But now Song Puzhi is still going astray...
Seeing Song Qingzhi crying and about to collapse, Hang Qing couldn't bear it anymore.
Song Puzhi and Jin Jue were kept in the villa and never had contact with girls from the outside world. Presumably a lack of proper puberty education? So there is such a distorted idea? Hang Qing felt that he had found the right disease, so he raised his hand and touched Song Puzhi's head. Probably because he was too nervous, and the temperature also increased while crying, Hang Qing found that his hair was slightly wet.
"Let go first." Hang Qing patted him.
"no no… "
"Let go first, I won't kill you."
Song Zhengzhi still refused to let go. He looked up at Hang Qing obsessively, with tears in his eyes, looking very pitiful. But in Hang Qing's eyes, Song Kunzhi was still a child, and now Hang Qing was a little embarrassed by his eyes.
The posture was maintained for a while, and the door was suddenly knocked: "Are you there?" It was Jin Jue's voice.
Only then did Song Puzhi put away his arms and wiped away his tears.
Hang Qing also breathed a sigh of relief: "well, come in."
Jin Jue pushed open the door and walked in, followed by two people, carrying a painting in their hands.
Song Puzhi's eyes flashed, and a hint of coldness was inadvertently revealed in his eyes.
Jin Jue vaguely noticed that the atmosphere in the room was not right, but he didn't see what was wrong. He raised his head uneasily and smiled at Hang Qing: "I wanted to show you the painting that day, but I kept going. No chance, are you free now?"
"Bring it here." The coldness on Hang Qing's face receded: "this exhibition went well. Congratulations, you are one step closer to success."
Jin Jue blushed, then turned around and pulled down the cloth covering the painting with his own hands. The cloth fell, revealing the mysterious and beautiful figure inside.
Song Zhengzhi was immediately attracted to his attention. He stood up straight and fixedly looked at the painting. His eyes gradually showed a little frenzy, but no one was looking at him at the moment, so he was just too excited. Didn't notice this scene.
Jin Jue asked in a low voice, "...What do you think?" His voice trembled slightly with nervousness.
"Very good, you are outstanding. You didn't let me down. " Hang Qing said lightly.
It was a compliment. In the past, he couldn't help but get excited, but now... Jin Jiu always felt that something was missing, and the reaction he had been looking forward to seeing was not like this.
Jin Zhuo pursed his lips, his eyes darkened.
Hang Qing noticed that something was wrong with his look. If it were a normal day, Hang Qing might not have noticed it. It was because Song Puzhi behaved too intensely just now, so Hang Qing would pay special attention to whether there was a problem with the mental health of these two people.
"What else is difficult?" Hang Qing asked.
Jin Jue shook his head, cheered up and said with a smile: "It's okay." He suddenly thought of an idea, and his eyes lit up: "I'll give you the painting! Just keep it in the house?"
"Okay, let it go."
Only then did Jin Jue feel a little excited: "I will send you paintings in the future, okay?"
Hang Qing nodded.
Jin Jue had already quickly planned what to draw next in his mind.
Painting... Paint yourself and give it to him, right
Jin Jue blushed at the thought of this.
"You go out first." Hang Qing told Song Puzhi.
Song Zhengzhi bit his lip: "I..."
"Go out." Hang Qing's voice was cold and hard.
Song Puzhi could only exit the bedroom first. And the person who carried the painting behind Jin Jue also retreated obediently. For a while, Hang Qing and Jin Jue were left in the house.
Jin Jue suddenly became tense, and even his breathing was lighter.
"Have you thought about moving out?" Hang Qing asked.
Jin Jue was startled and looked at Hang Qing almost in a panic: "excuse me, what did I do wrong?"
"no."
"Then why...why do you mention moving out so suddenly?"
"Isn't this what you want? You have your own gallery, you can support yourself, you have knowledge and skills, even if the gallery no longer exists, you can still live well. You and Song Puzhi The hukou and ID card have already been perfected, and your educational background is not low. You don't need to rely on me anymore."
Jin Jue didn't feel excited at all, his mind was buzzing, as if someone had hit a sap all of a sudden, that feeling was really uncomfortable.
Jin Jue even felt his limbs go weak, and he unconsciously wanted to kneel down. What are you doing on your knees? Like when you were young, kneeling and crawling at his feet, leaning on his knees and begging him
Hang Qing frowned.
Jin Jue's face was extremely white.
He nodded at the seat in front of him: "Come here and sit down."
Jin Jue nodded blankly, walked over and sat on the carpet in front of Hang Qing. Hang Qing also sat down on the chair: "your face is pale, what's the matter? Are you sick?"
"No, no..." Jin Jue finally regained his senses. He took a deep breath and asked in a low voice, "Why are you so sudden? Is it because... Is it because Song Zhengzhi and I are too boring? Is there a place that pleases you?"
"No. It's enough to please." Hang Qing said lightly, "I've enjoyed the process of supporting you to grow up and become stronger. I think it's interesting enough."
"But, but I'm not enough..." Jin Jue gritted his teeth and said in a low voice.
Hang Qing didn't hear it clearly for a while, so he couldn't help but ask, "what?"
Jin Jue bit the tip of his tongue, and seemed to draw a lot of courage from it: "I'm not enough!" He raised his voice: "I want to stay by your side, I don't want to leave here! You let me stay... Yes You can leave it to me to do anything."
"… "
Song Puzhi and Jin Jue's postures are too strange.
Could it really be possible to teach two loyal dogs in just seven years
"But you've grown up." Hang Qing had to remind him again: "you stayed at the side house before, and you haven't been exposed to the outside world. You have met a lot of people in this exhibition. How do you feel?"
"It feels like… they're not as nice to you. I could stay with you for the rest of my life and give up dealing with them."
Hang Qing: "..." So is staying home contagious
"Don't you want to fall in love, get married and have children like normal people?"
Jin Jue blushed: "I, I'm not married. It's enough to be with you."
From these words, Hang Qing finally understood what Jin Jue was thinking. It's probably because they have almost never been in contact with the outside world, regardless of whether they are in the outside world or in the villa, there are too few people who can look as good-looking as Bian Yu... So Song Puzhi and Jin Jue are in their puberty, when they are young and admiring When I was in Ai, there was a deviation between aesthetics and the object of admiration.
Hang Qing thinks that it should not be his narcissism.
After all, Song Puzhi has already shown it clearly enough, and although Jin Jue is introverted, it is precisely because of his introverted character that the emotions he expresses are even stronger.
They seemed to have a slightly distorted view of him.
Some serious, but not enough to be a headache.
When they were young, their views on love were completely different. They just didn't get out of it for a while.
Hang Qing whispered: "I don't need anyone's company. Well, you and Song Puzhi probably need a serious relationship. "
Jin Jue's heart skipped a beat: "You, do you feel my heart? I... I don't mean anything else, I just... I just like you and admire you... "
A person like Jin Jue can say anything when he is sincere.
Hang Qing looked at him lightly: "even if I like men, it shouldn't be me."
Jin Jue's face flushed again: "Are you trying to scold me for being a beast? Yes, you are equivalent to me and Song Zhengzhi's adoptive father, but you are not really. I, I admire you, is it wrong?"
Hang Qing didn't talk to him any more.
In heat, oh no, puberty kids are so hard to deal with.
Hang Qing picked up his mobile phone and made a call. The call process was very short, and Hang Qing hung up after a while. Then he looked at Jin Jiu and said, "you and Song Puzhi will go to a class tomorrow. The one you lack the most. class."
Youth enlightenment education class! ! !
"You can go, go out and close the door. Tell Song Puzhi that if you don't eat, you will starve to death. It's a waste of my support for so many years. " Hang Qing's face turned cold.
Jin Jue nodded and walked out.
Hang Qing didn't see them again for the next two days.
He felt that he was mostly just the object of their sexual fantasies, after all, for them, there was no one else to fantasize about. Now I have to rely on the teacher to guide me correctly, it's better if he doesn't show up.
Song Puzhi and Jin Jue met their sexual enlightenment teacher in a daze.
Hang Qing packed up and asked the driver to drive to the police station.
He can't take Guan Yong cheaply.
The car stopped outside the police station, and the news of Bian Yu's arrival soon reached the police station.
Gong Chengbei strode out: "You are here... I also know about Guan Yong, he has been suspended."
Hang Qing just nodded coldly, showing two points of alienation.
Gong Chengbei was slightly stunned. He didn't know why the other party suddenly became so indifferent. Is it because of Guan Yong's matter, so he hated the entire police station? Gong Chengbei swallowed slightly nervously.
Hang Qing didn't look at him, and strode in directly.
At this time, Gong Tian also came out. He held a glass of warm water in his hand and handed it straight to Hang Qing.
Hang Qing didn't make any reaction to the smile on his face, he just asked lightly: "I have already sued him in court, I don't care whether he is suspended now or not. What about Bian Zheng?"
"Temporarily detained at the police station..."
"Did you ask for the result?"
"no."
"Then please give me the edge."
Gong Tian also noticed the indifference in Hang Qing's tone, and he felt a little prickly at the time. He smiled and said, "Sit down first, I'll tell you about Guan Yong, and someone will bring Bian Zheng over in a while. already."
Hang Qing nodded and followed Gong Tian to sit down. Of course he came to ask Guan Yong, but if he didn't take the initiative first, how could Gong Tian obediently say a lot of secrets
Hang Qing felt that he was becoming more and more like a villain.
The two sat down in Gong Tian's office.
As soon as Gong Chengbei caught up from behind, he watched helplessly as the office door closed in front of him. Gong Chengbei sighed and went back and forth in his mind twice about the painting he saw at the art exhibition, which made him feel a lot more comfortable.
"After Guan Yong was suspended, he said a lot." Gong Tian whispered: "He said that his eldest brother's daughter was killed by the Bian family. That girl knew many secrets of the Bian family and told them to the family. People... so after he was transferred to Jingshi to be the captain, he stared at you for a long time." When he said the latter half of the sentence, Gong Tian seemed to be displeased, and his tone was obviously a lot deeper.
"So that's the case." Hang Qing paused and said, "do you believe it?"
Gong Tian sarcastically said: "Guan Yong can forge a search warrant, but what else can't be forged? I've already asked people to continue to investigate."
"Can I ask what the girl he was talking about was called?"
"My name is Effie, or Effie..."
Hang Qing raised his eyebrows: "he lied." Ai Fei'er and Ai Yu are a pair of sisters. If Ai Fei'er is mentioned, he must know Ai Yu. Since he said it was the daughter of the eldest brother, how could he not know how many daughters the eldest brother had? Guan Yong is lying. But he may have actually come into contact with Eiffel in private. At least Eiffel died too early, and Ai Yu was also in prison. Now it's hard to figure out what's involved.
Gong Tian also said here: "He is lying."
Hang Qing couldn't help but glance at Gong Tian, he thought this man was amazing, and he didn't doubt himself at all.
"What else did he say?" Hang Qing asked.
"Accused you of many unnecessary crimes..." Gong Tian's tone was more serious.
Hang Qing didn't know what to say for a while. Guan Yong was too stupid. If he was smarter, maybe he could really arouse Gong Tian's suspicion, but now he has completely pushed Gong Tian to his side. So no matter what Guan Yong said, it would be difficult to convince others.
Seeing that Hang Qing didn't speak, Gong Tian suddenly changed the conversation and said in a low voice, "Are you angry with me? Guan Yong made such a fuss that day, I'm sorry, I witnessed something I shouldn't have witnessed... "
"Bian Zheng, do you have to take him back? In fact, if he were to be placed in the police station..." Gong Tian paused, then said unexpectedly, "I can keep him in the detention center for the rest of his life."
Hang Qing: "..." Isn't it bad to abuse privileges like this? Don't you represent decent people? "No, it's useful for me to take him back."
Gong Tian also felt a little regretful: "I can't do anything for you."
"There's nothing to do."
"Are you free tonight?" Gong Tian suddenly asked, "I'll treat you to a meal."
"No, I have something to do."
Gong Tian seemed a little anxious. He looked at Hang Qing and said in a low voice, "I also have something to tell you."
"Then say it here." Hang Qing was a little puzzled. Is there anything to say when he invites you to dinner? Could it be that Gong Tian really defected to help him
Gong Tian smiled helplessly: "Let's talk about it here... I just don't think the atmosphere is enough."
Atmosphere? What's with the atmosphere? Hang Qing felt even more confused.
"Bian Yu, I don't want to wake up one day without a trace of you like I did seven years ago. I can only keep trying to call your mobile phone, but I don't know where I want to go. Now that we are goodbye, I will I don't want you to disappear from my eyes again. If anything happens in the future, you can call me at any time." Gong Tian paused: "I hope to be your backing for the rest of my life."
There is no problem with other words, but when the word "lifetime" is suddenly mentioned, Hang Qing suddenly feels that his meaning has changed.
He could barely hide the change in expression on his face.
Gong Tian whispered: "I'm gay. I don't have any other relationship now, and I've already come out of the closet and have taken care of everything. Bian Yu, would you like to think about it?"
Now it's more clear.
Hang Qing is almost petrified.
I teased the real attack on his father? ?
Since he came to this world, because of his status, although there are many people who adore and worship him, no one has ever dared to express his admiration to him so generously. And just after he turned 30 years old, he actually encountered confessions one after another within half a month.
"Sorry." Hang Qing stood up neatly.
If Gong Tian was not from the police, he might really think about it. Age is right after all.
If Song Quanzhi was as old as Gong Tian, he might also consider it. After all, both sides are in the right position.
But the current situation is very embarrassing, Song Puzhi is a child, Gong Tian is a hostile force.
Hang Qing felt that he was still single until he died. Anyway, Libian's downfall should be imminent.
"You don't need to say sorry, I'll send you out." Gong Tian whispered, "I can still pursue you after all, right?"
Hang Qing couldn't bear it anymore. He stopped and looked back at Gong Tian: "you will regret what you said today."
"No." Gong Tian's tone was firm: "They are all from my true feelings, why should I regret it in the future? If I delay it any longer, suddenly one day I find that you have disappeared, and I have nothing to you. I know, I don't even know where to look for you, I can only hold my memories and keep tracing the first time I saw you in my heart... Wouldn't that make me regret it even more?"
Hang Qing opened his mouth, but he couldn't find anything to persuade Gong Tian, so he could only look cold, opened the door and strode out.
The little policeman outside has brought Bianzheng out.
"Please send him to my car."
The little police officer nodded with a blushing face, and hurriedly escorted Bian Zheng out.
Bian Zheng's face was pale and haggard, and it seemed that he had had a very bad time at the police station these days. Hang Qing even wondered if Gong Tian had done something behind his back. After all, judging from the tone of Gong Tian's conversation with him today, it is very possible that Gong Tian will feel sorry for him because of his maintenance, and the other side is secretly attacking him.
Hang Qing got these thoughts out of his mind.
None of this matters.
He quickly walked out of the police station, and Bianzheng was already in the car. Two of his subordinates, one sitting, surrounded Bianzheng in the middle. When Bian Zheng left the police station, he didn't look frightened. Instead, he showed an angry expression. Probably in his opinion, Bian Yu was his son no matter what, how could Bian Yu treat him like this
Hang Qing sneered in his heart.
How can you do this to him
It's still light.
Hang Qing hated Bian Zheng, and he also hated Bian's mother, but her mother died early. Then he will only have to punish him.
Under normal circumstances, Hang Qing thinks it's good to use legal means, but to deal with scum like Bian Zheng, this can't be done. Hang Qing went through the plan several times in his mind. For some reason, there was a deep sense of joy in his heart.
Does that belong to Bian Yu
Soon, they returned to the side home.
Song Puzhi and Jin Jue also came back from class. Hang Qing thought that the effect should be almost the same, so he glanced at it and didn't look at it again.
"Do you need my help?" Song Puzhi suddenly asked.
Hang Qing didn't speak, and instructed his subordinates to take Bian Zheng to the secret room.
That secret room was where the Bian family murdered and executed, and it was extremely secretive.
Hang Qing went upstairs to get some things, and then went over there.
Song Jingzhi followed him reluctantly. When Hang Qing opened the door and went in, Song Jingzhi rushed up and looked at Hang Qing eagerly: "take me with you too, you will need me!"
Only then did Hang Qing realize that Song Puzhi still didn't seem to have changed.
The eyes he looked at himself were still full of deep admiration and obsession, and even... with a little bit of explicit eroticism. Hang Qing's heart was stunned, and he felt that the class this time seemed to be a bad thing.
That teacher should be teaching them to recognize women correctly, right
But why is Song Zhengzhi still looking at him with a lusty look
Song Zhengzhi seemed to have noticed his gaze, smiled, leaned into his ear, and said in a low voice, "That teacher taught me and Jin Jue a lot of things, I, I think I want more..."
Hang Qing: "… "
Song Zhengzhi seemed to want to say something, but Bian Zheng suddenly burst into a loud scolding. Obviously, after he was brought into the secret room, he recognized that this was the place where the murder was executed, and he panicked immediately, naturally he couldn't help it yelled.
Hang Qing walked in, Song Puzhi followed closely, and then quickly helped to close the door. When Hang Qing went to see him, he looked at Hang Qing with a smile on his face, "I'm very caring".
When Bian Zheng saw Hang Qing coming in, he scolded even more vigorously: "Damn! Damn you! That's what you did to your father? Bian Yu, are you crazy? Are you as crazy as your mother? "
Song Quanzhi's face suddenly turned gloomy. Before Hang Qing could speak, he had already taken out the knife he was carrying with him, strode forward, grabbed Bianzheng's hair with one hand, and the blade was attached to Bianzheng. mouth: "Who allowed you to insult him like this?"
Bian Zheng sneered and scolded: "Pervert! Is this the male pet you raised? Oh, he likes you? Haha... Why do you see me like this? Are you not a pervert like me?"
Song Zhengzhi's eyes were all red, he stared at Bianzheng, his hand moved uncontrollably, and it looked like it was shaking slightly.
Bian Zheng suddenly screamed.
Half of his lip was cut off.
Hang Qing was taken aback, he didn't expect Song Zheng's hands to be so neat.
"I'm much nobler than you." Hang Qing stepped forward, snatched the knife from Song Quanzhi's hand gently, and stabbed it gently.
Bian Zheng screamed again.
After all, it was chopped on the roots of the descendants.