Han Yue came back from Qingdao very quickly. He flew back to Beijing almost in the afternoon after finishing his work in the morning, which made the reception party amazed.
These days, people from above are equivalent to visiting an ancestor, and they must be received respectfully and well. If the people who come here are extravagant and enjoy themselves, even a layer of blood from the receiving party is considered minor.
Before Han Yue came to Qingdao, the reception staff knew that he was a princeling among the princelings, and he was notoriously not easy to mess with, so everything was prepared according to the highest standards, and a series of things such as food, drink, housing and transportation were all prepared. The arrangement is kept perfect, and only strives for two words: high-end.
Who knows that Han Yue is a person who is used to life in the army. He goes to bed on time at night and gets up on time during the day. He is neither short of money, nor short of power, at most, he will be given some souvenirs. He specially prepared Meijiaoba for him, but he didn't accept it. It is said that there is an old friend with deep affection in Beijing, and the relationship is too deep, so Han Er Shao decided to guard himself.
The receptionist almost stared out of the window. He only heard that Han Ershao has a bad temper and a bad personality, but he didn't hear that he is also a seed of infatuation!
After Han Yue finished his work, he couldn't wait for a second to rush to Beijing. As soon as he got off the plane, he was sent directly to the Military Commission. Various data reports and confidential inspections lasted for three days, and he came out three days later when he heard that Zhao Ting had an accident.
Pei Zhi called him to tell him the news, and Han Yue listened, and when he heard that Han Qiang went to the hospital to scold people for this matter, he suddenly exploded: "Fuck, the boss thinks it's not enough. How much? Just to put pressure on the Public Security Bureau for the sake of Zhao Ting, why doesn't he just parade around the streets wearing a hat of the second-generation ancestor who is an idiot?"
"Are you going back to Han's house now?" Pei Zhi asked on the phone.
"I was stupid to go."
There was silence on the phone for a while, "Did Commander Han call you?"
"Called me just now. Damn it, which flattering bastard ran to inform the old man? Anyway, I pretended I didn't receive it."
Pei Zhi laughed: "To Chu Gong's house?"
Han Yue looked at the flat road in front of the car window, and suddenly felt happy, as if a warm current flowed through his heart, making every pore and every cell stretch out, and his voice couldn't help but carry Some joy: "It's on the way, it will be there soon."
"...Old Ren said that Chugong's gastric ulcer is quite serious, and he can't get angry when he's tired. It's best not to get emotional and rest." Pei Zhi paused, and said, "You can figure it out."
Before Han Yue could answer, Pei Zhi hung up.
It was almost time for dinner when Han Yue arrived, the sky was as red as blood, and the twilight merged. The streets are full of children after school and adults who are off work, and the smell of food wafts from the small restaurant downstairs, which makes people feel warm when they see it.
Han Yue opened the door with the key, unexpectedly the living room was very dark, and none of the lights in the house were turned on. Han Yue thought that Chu Ci dared not go home after get off work, so he searched every room in turn, and finally found Chu Ci sleeping soundly in the study.
He was wearing only a thick household pajamas, and sat in a large armchair, with his head resting on the table and buried in his arms. The loose skirt of the pajamas slid down one shoulder, and the white and firm skin seemed to have a thin shimmer in the dim light of the room, making it impossible to move one's eyes away.
His eyes were tightly closed, and his face in sleep was very calm and serene, completely devoid of his usual indifferent and alienated appearance. The line from the neck to the shoulders is thin and graceful, and the muscles are tight and restrained wrapped around the slender bones.
Han Yue leaned over to look at him, and watched for a long time without moving, then slowly stretched out his hand to touch his slender neck. The skin was soft and warm, as if it could melt Han Yue's fingers into it, so he couldn't help but want to rub it hard, want to press it into his arms and kiss it hard...
Chu Ci woke up suddenly when he felt light in his body. He hadn't realized it when he opened his eyes. He stared blankly at Han Yue for several seconds before he suddenly started to struggle: "What are you doing? Put me down!"
Han Yue hugged Chu Ci horizontally with both hands, kicked the bedroom door backwards, and threw him on the big bed, then pressed the whole body on it, and said with a low smile, "Fuck you."
Chu Ci froze, and then raised his hand to slap Han Yue, but before the slap fell on Han Yue's face, he was grabbed. Han Yue didn't care that he wanted to hit him, so he kissed the back of Chu Ci's hand in this posture, and coaxed vaguely: "My dear, let me make one, it's really suffocating me for more than a month..."
"Get out and find someone else to do it!"
"No, I just like you." Han Yue kissed along the back of Chu Ci's hand, panting with a low smile, "I just like you."
The open-breasted pajamas can be fully opened with a light pull on the belt, and Han Yue pressed Chu Ci's waist to prevent him from struggling, while kissing him indiscriminately. Just as Chu Ci couldn't help yelling, Han Yue lowered his head and rubbed the motionless organs between his legs affectionately, and asked, "Honey, do you miss me here?"
Chu Ci's face was so red that it was about to bleed when someone rubbed her vitals so unabashedly: "...disgusting!"
Han Yue didn't take it seriously: "What's so disgusting, I like you, I just want to have sex with you, physical desire is the most instinctive need of human beings, there is nothing to hide."
Chu Ci was so angry at his rascal behavior that he was speechless, and just about to tell him to get out, suddenly the organs under his body were swallowed by Han Yue, and the word "roll" changed before he could say it.
"You... what are you doing!..."
"I'll make you feel comfortable too." Han Yue shamelessly swallowed Chu Ci's desire, and teased and drew circles with his tongue, stimulating the two balls with his hands from time to time, and soon the organs in his mouth began to congest and erect. No one can resist the pleasure of having his penis in his mouth. Chu Ci wanted to push Han Yue away at first, but he lost all his strength when he raised his hand. The bursts of pleasure stimulated his bone marrow like an electric current, and his whole body The waist of the person softened into a puddle of water.
The moisture in the eyes slowly flowed down the cheeks and into the hair. Chu Ci only felt hot on his face, wanted to speak but couldn't speak, moaned and sobbed unconsciously in his mouth, and the suppressed sobbing was like an aphrodisiac, driving Han Yue even more mad. He wanted to reach out to push Han Yue's head away, but his fingers trembled and became weak, and finally slid down Han Yue's cheek, as if he was stroking Han Yue's face.
Han Yue became agitated all of a sudden, grabbed his hand and turned his back hard, and made Chu Ci ejaculate painfully after a heavy deep throat. He didn't even spit out his desire when Chu Ci climaxed, so that all the cum shot into his mouth and almost choked him.
Han Yue swallowed all the semen, spat out the remaining bit in two mouthfuls, then turned Chu Ci over, and thrust his pain-hard desire into it impatiently.
When he entered, Chu Ci was still trembling with orgasm, and he had no strength to resist at all. He didn't even feel the usual severe pain. After Han Yue inserted it, he felt surrounded by the hot and humid tunnel, which made him want to sigh. It feels as if every cell in the whole body is immersed in joy and excitement, which is simply inexplicable.
Chu Ci buried her face in the pillow, and let out a suppressed and trembling gasp. Han Yue leaned down in a connected posture, forced his face back, and kissed the tears in the corners of his eyes with a low smile, and said, "Why are you crying? What's so embarrassing? You look so good too... "
Chu Ci had no way to answer, he felt ashamed, but he couldn't control his reaction, he couldn't resist the burning desire and over-stimulated pleasure deep in his body. He had never felt like this before, what he got most of the things on the bed was pain and humiliation, even if he occasionally got physical pleasure, it was accompanied by strong humiliation and psychological resistance, which made him resentful afterwards. For the first time, that anxiety and desire overwhelmed the shame, making him completely immersed in the electric stimulation and unable to extricate himself.
Han Yue was able to tease Chu Ci intimately at first, but then the thrusting became more and more violent, even he himself had no time to tease Chu Ci with words. The never-before-seen cooperation gave him the illusion of being in harmony with each other, and the pleasure was obtained more smoothly, and the orgasm came more violently than ever. When spraying, he even felt a kind of overwhelming excitement, and he sprayed for more than ten seconds deep in Chu Ci's body before completely venting. That huge sense of satisfaction made him unable to recover, and he had been buried deep in Chu Ci's body for a long time without pulling it out.
It wasn't until the panting gradually subsided that Han Yue propped up his upper body, kissed Chu Ci's face intimately, and asked, "Are you enjoying it, baby?"
Chu Ci closed her eyes, the blush on her face hadn't completely dissipated, but her face was expressionless.
Han Yue didn't care, smiled and kissed the sweat on his forehead, and sighed contentedly: "I miss you..."
At this moment, the mobile phone that Han Yue threw on the bedside table rang, and the number turned out to be from the Han family. Han Yue just finished his work, and he was in a relatively good mood. He picked it up after cursing, and asked lazily, "Hello? Who is it?"
Old Commander Han's majestic voice sounded: "Why didn't you answer my call?! Come back quickly!"
"Old man, this is not very convenient for me now." Han Yue said, turning around, holding Chu Ci in his arms with the quilt in his arms, "People say that a little farewell is better than a newlywed, I just came back today, and I am newly married I'm going..."
"Settle down that engineer of yours and come right back!"
Han Yue paused, and asked a little impatiently: "What happened? First Hou Hongchang and then Zhao Ting. Who happened this time?"
"—This time it's you." Old Commander Han ordered sharply on the phone: "I don't care if you are newly married or not, just go home immediately!"
Han Yue kept greeting his father on the way home when he drove home. He left him in Beijing for eight years without paying attention to him when he was a child. Later, when he returned home from the army for vacation, his father went abroad to visit, and later he was in the army. It's been a lot of hard work, but his father pretends not to recognize his son... In the end, he finally slept with the cold old friend, but his father beat the mandarin ducks cruelly.
If Old Commander Han didn't order him to go home within an hour, he could definitely do it again. Thinking of Chu Ci, who usually couldn't even touch a small hand, who was pressed under him moaning and panting with a flushed face full of spring water, Han Yue felt that all the cells in his body were swollen with excitement...
All the way from the third ring road to Han's house, Han Yue maintained a lewd expression, until the car stopped in front of the house, he coughed, straightened his collar, and jumped out of the car briskly.
As a result, he felt something was wrong as soon as he entered the house.
There was no nanny in the living room, the wife of the commander and his sister-in-law were sitting on the sofa, their eyes were red. Han Qiang sat on the side and softly comforted the two women. Mrs. Commander held the eldest son in her arms and wiped her eyes with a silk handkerchief from time to time.
Han Yue was taken aback, and thought that even if something happened to me, you don't have to do this. I was almost killed by a bomb that exploded in the military base back then, and you didn't do that.
"Mom, you are..."
The commander's wife seemed to have just seen him, and hurriedly wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, interrupting Han Yue's question: "—Go, your father is waiting for you in the study."
Han Yue went upstairs to the study room full of doubts, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Old Commander Han sitting on the armchair with his back straight and serious.
The last time Han Yue saw him like this was when Han Qiang killed two people in a car accident, but this time he couldn't help being surprised: "Dad, what's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me? You made me angry!" Old Commander Han cursed heavily, seeing Han Yue's bewildered expression, his heart softened again. This son has never let his parents worry about him since he was a child, and other people's pampered children are not willing to send him to the army. Only he ran to join the army as soon as he turned eighteen. Seeing that he has worked hard in the army for more than ten years, suffered all kinds of hardships and suffered all kinds of crimes, and never brought home things to make his parents worry about it, but he quickly became the pillar of the family.
Old Commander Han couldn't continue cursing, he sighed and asked, "Han Yue, where were you just now?"
Confused, Han Yue spread his hands and said, "Do you still need to ask? Of course it's in my good friend's house... Dad, I know it's a bit difficult for you to accept, but it's okay, I will wait for you to accept it slowly."
"Fart!" Old Commander Han slapped the table, tried to calm down, and asked, "When did you go to Qingdao?"
"Last Monday."
"I heard that before you went to Qingdao, Zhao Ting held a birthday party for you, but because your engineer said a few words to others, you warned Zhao Ting in public that you were going to kill him? Later And beat that engineer until he had stomach bleeding and sent him to the hospital for emergency treatment?"
Han Yue's face was embarrassed for a moment: "I'm not emotional for a while..."
"When you get emotional, you can kill whoever you want? Do you still have Wang Fa in your eyes?" Old Commander Han's voice changed, his eyes stared at Han Yue like lightning, and he paused every word. Question: "Han Yue, tell me the truth. Was Zhao Ting's hand chopped off this time, did you do it?"
Han Yue was reaching for the tea on the table to drink, when Old Commander Han just finished speaking, he spit out: "Dad, are you kidding me! I was in Qingdao when Zhao Ting had an accident! That night I was busy guarding over a dozen equivalent measuring instruments You old man don’t think that your son has the ability to clone himself and create a clone to kill people in Beijing in the middle of the night, right?”
"Do you think I don't know how many friends you have in Beijing? Hundreds of people can prove that you want to kill Zhao Ting. What is this? This is the motive for committing the crime!"
"If you have a motive for committing a crime, you have to have time to commit the crime." Han Yue looked at the expression of Old Commander Han, and said quickly: "Okay, okay, even if I ordered my cronies to do it, then I wouldn't let someone cut off my arm Just go. Zhao Ting really pissed me off, but if I don’t move him according to my temper, I won’t move him. If I move, I will let everyone know that I did it. Just like in the army that year I beat Zhang’s great-grandson in my hometown, and three days before I did it, I told the whole army that I was going to deal with him... Okay Dad, do you think about your son, I am the kind of person who dare not admit that I have done it?”
Old Commander Han stared at him coldly without speaking.
"Cough, besides, I must have done this kind of thing myself. If I get jealous and get angry, how can I entrust a friend to do it? If I definitely take Zhao Ting to the vegetable market and beat him up. Cut off one of his arms ? I can either beat him up and let him go, or just stab him in with a knife and finish the job, what's the point of cutting off an arm?"
Han Yue thought for a while, and then said: "I know your old man is worried that I will make mistakes because of my beauty, but I am not young, and I already know the seriousness. Last time, I was sober when I was beaten and sent to the hospital with stomach bleeding. When I was in Qingdao, I kept thinking about it, and felt that I couldn’t go on like this in the future. I planned to let Zhao Ting go. If I clean him up, don’t you think I’m admitting that I’m wearing a green hat? Are you strong? That's not only embarrassing myself, but also embarrassing my girlfriend."
Old Commander Han stared at him for a long while, then nodded and said, "... I also thought that it wasn't you who did it."
"Damn it! Then why did you call me here in such a hurry, old man?"
"Because someone pointed out that you did it." Old Commander Han paused, then sneered: "Do you know who it is?"
Han Yue shook his head: "Who?"
"-Long, Ji, Wei." Old Commander Han said word by word.