Xie Letian invited Song Ci to eat boxed lunch in the hospital restaurant.
Yan Dong stood alone behind Song Ci, aiming at the seven or eight attendants behind Xie Letian, covering his face with a bluff.
Xie Letian took off the chopsticks slowly and handed them to Song Ci, "I know Warden Song is busy, so I don't make special arrangements, let's have a light meal."
"Chairman Xie is always so considerate," Song Ci took the chopsticks, "it's impossible to refuse."
Xie Letian lowered his head and smiled, "Prisoner Song will save face."
I haven't seen Xie Letian for a while.
Song Ci was busy, thinking about it, but he didn't want to take the initiative to put down his body to contact Xie Letian. He knew that the other party deliberately manipulated him, so he couldn't do it anymore. It was too cheap, and it only took ten days and a half months, so he couldn't help it.
Song Ci poked the cabbage on the dinner plate with chopsticks, and said calmly: "Chairman Xie, how is your health recently?"
Xie Letian glanced at him with a half-smile, held the cane with both hands, and said softly: "Tofu, not bad."
Song Ci poked around with chopsticks in his hands, and his heart seemed to be a cabbage on a plate. It was messed up and stabbed into a mess. After holding back for a long time, he said in a muffled voice, "I'm looking for you tonight."
Xie Letian's complexion was white, calmly said: "Okay."
Song Ci felt happy and ashamed at the same time, put down his chopsticks, and said to Yan Dong who was staring behind him like a black-eyed chicken: "What are you looking at, don't hurry up."
Yan Dong's stern face became bitter, his bluff disappeared, and when he raised his head, he accidentally glanced at Xie Letian, Xie Letian met his gaze, nodded and smiled slightly, Yan Dong's expression suddenly changed for some reason. Shame, head and face are hot.
At 8 o'clock in the evening, Song Ci went to Xie's house.
The servant of Xie's house greeted him at the door, "Prisoner Song."
It was the first time Song Ci saw the good face of the servant in Xie's house, and his mood was very complicated.
"Director Song, do you want supper?" The servant asked him softly as he led him upstairs.
The more attentive they were to him, the more uncomfortable Song Ci felt, and this discomfort made him wonder if he had been made cheap by the entire Xie family, so he said indifferently: "Don't eat...have you, Chairman Xie, eaten? "
The servant pushed the door open, "The chairman has eaten early and is waiting for Warden Song to come to visit."
Song Ci entered the room with a strange mood, his eyes fixed on the ground, and deliberately bypassed the trap.
Xie Letian was leaning on the bed, wearing a silver satin nightgown as usual, with his head tilted to one side as if he had fallen asleep, a book fell on the quilt, and the bedside lamp dimly illuminated Xie Letian's white and flawless face. Face.
Song Ci slowed down his breathing, sat lightly on the edge of the bed, and raised his hand to caress Xie Letian's short hair hanging on his forehead, but his hand was already stretched out, and he wondered if he could not be so cheap, so he changed his hand, Gently pushed Xie Letian's shoulder.
"Hmm—" Xie Letian was woken up instantly, closed his eyes and hooked the corners of his lips, and said hoarsely, "You're coming?"
Song Ci held back his energy and let out an 'hmm'.
Xie Letian pulled back the quilt softly, and Song Ci looked over, and found that he was wearing nothing but a nightgown on top, and he was so clean and white that one wanted to take a bite.
An evil fire shot out from his chest, Song Ci rushed forward, Xie Letian laughed lightly, covered the quilt again, rubbed Song Ci's head through the quilt, and hummed softly: "Barbie—be gentle—"
What responded to him was a heavy suck, Xie Letian gasped with a smile.
Song Ci got out of the quilt with messy hair, took out a tissue, spit out his mouth full of bitterness, squinted and blushed Xie Letian, and said, "Chairman Xie, are you fucking looking for a prostitute?"
Xie Letian finally opened his eyes, the water was sparkling, his pink lips were slightly parted, and he only said three words weakly: "Go take a bath."
Song Ci thought to himself: Even if this person dies tonight, he will have to rape the corpse to be reconciled.
When Song Ci came out after washing, Xie Letian sat upright reading a book, moved a little, and patted the quilt without saying a word, Song Ci lifted the quilt and got in, just about to speak harshly, but Xie Letian He sank down, put the unfolded book on his belly, raised his head and said to Song Ci: "Director Song, don't worry."
The shadow cast by the writing covered Xie Letian's pale face, Song Ci was completely deprived of his sight, and the sensual touch became more prominent. The soft and cold hands gently stroked him, jerky and without teasing, and Song Ci only needed to think of Xie Letian Le Tian was so excited that it hurt to the point of hard pain.
"Honey, show some strength." Song Ci's face darkened when the other party's non-painful teasing, he stretched out his palm, no matter where he touched it, anyway, his palm was covered with cold and smooth skin.
"Don't worry..." Xie Letian's panting voice came, with a teasing smile, and afterward, Song Ci felt the soft tip of his tongue slip by, he snorted, and eagerly touched it with his palm, I almost felt a little hatred for Xie Letian.
If he had been in better health, would Song Ci have become like this
Xie Letian's energy was limited, and he touched and licked a little bit, tortured Song Ci to the point of going crazy, Song Ci couldn't bear it anymore, opened the book, and when the book fell down, Xie Letian rolled back under the bed and came out from the side. Nodding his head, his lips glistened with water stains, and smiled reservedly: "Director Song, this is not good."
"Damn it..." Song Ci gritted his teeth, "Come back."
Xie Letian shook his head, "Shame."
Song Ci hated: "When I ate you, why didn't I find it embarrassing?"
Xie Letian said slowly: "Covered, I can't see."
Song Ci laughed angrily, lifted the quilts of the two, pulled Xie Letian's calf and dragged them closer, "Look out."
Xie Letian grabbed Song Ci's short hair, bit his lip and raised his head while humming softly.
Song Ci was about to die from Xie Le's weather, and spit out the thin liquid in his mouth again, looking at Xie Letian with red eyes, "Give me a word."
"Director Song, I have a thin skin," Xie Letian leaned against Song Ci's arms, the buttons on his nightgown were already unbuttoned by Song Ci, and he patted Song Ci with one hand, "Don't look."
Song Ci rubbed his ears, then closed his eyes viciously, "Hurry up!"
Xie Letian looked up at Song Ci's tightly closed eyelashes, thick and curly, trembling slightly. Under his caress, such a ferocious beast behaved like a big cat, and his restrained expression made that handsome face slightly distorted.
The warm mouth seemed to be close to each other, as if it could only swallow a little bit because of its narrowness, Song Ci clenched his fists tightly, closed his eyes tightly, mobilized his whole body's willpower and tried not to move, fearing that he would accidentally let Xie Letian choke to death if he became too addicted.
When Xie Letian was out of breath, he would gently rub Song Ci with his tender cheeks, and Song Ci reached the peak in this out-of-control passivity.
Xie Letian fell to the side, muttering: "I'm exhausted..."
Song Ci opened his eyes, took Xie Letian who had lost his strength, pinched his face and kissed him, the kiss made Xie Letian tremble all over, Song Ci let go, stared at Xie Letian and said: "Are you a fairy? of?"
Xie Letian smiled with his eyes half closed, and said weakly, "Is there such a useless goblin as me?"
"It's useless?" Song Ci wiped the white foam off his face, "You're almost hooking your soul."
Xie Letian's lips curled up, "'Quick'?"
Song Ci lowered his head and smacked his mouth again, "Go harder."
Xie Letian shook his head vaguely, "It's boring."
Song Ci hugged him like he was hugging a warm jade carving, lingering on kissing him for a long time, and said unwillingly, "Try the back?"
Xie Letian had completely closed his eyes, curled up in Song Ci's arms, "Please forgive me."
Song Ci pinched his face, "Please forgive me."
Xie Letian smiled weakly, Song Ci carried him to scrub as usual, Xie Letian lay on Song Ci's body like a big doll and didn't care about anything, with his eyes closed and only a Buddha-like smile on his face, Song Ci suddenly fell asleep. Talking to himself: "It seems that I am really cheap."
Xie Letian raised his eyes, the eyes were as bright as Han Xing, "How do you say that?"
"Come here as soon as you call, and leave as soon as you wave, isn't it cheap?" Song Ci twisted the towel and carefully wiped Letian's face.
Xie Letian stopped laughing, and said softly: "This is not called cheap, Warden Song likes me."
Song Ci sneered, "If you like it, you're being cheap."
Xie Letian said softly, "Forgive me for disagreeing."
Song Ci wiped it clean, then bowed his head and kissed him heavily on the forehead, "Of course you don't agree, it's not you who did it because I was mean."
Xie Letian raised his hand and patted his arm lightly, "Come on, a humble person is invincible."
Song Ci was so angry that he choked, turned him over, bit his buttocks, left a deep tooth mark, patted him and said: "First stamp it, and choose a day to pick up your ass dog Life."
Xie Letian lay on his lap and laughed, "The future will be long, let it live for a few more days."
Song Ci said coldly: "If it didn't grow on your body, you would have died long ago without a place to bury you."
Xie Letian turned his face away, raised his flying eyes, his bright eyes contained all his vitality, "Then I will cut it off tomorrow and give it to someone else."
He said casually, Song Ci was the one who had personally experienced torture, and there was an image in his mind immediately, just that image was nothing, after seeing Xie Letian's pale and pitiful face, Song Ci trembled, and patted him again , "Forget it, I really don't care if it grows on someone else."
So Xie Letian smiled again, showing a little complacency. He purposely showed it to Song Ci, and Song Ci also saw it. On the one hand, he felt that he was cheap, and on the other hand, he felt that his cheapness was rewarded. He pushed Xie Letian's ass with the tip of his nose, " Little sick ghost, sooner or later you will be punished to death."
Song Ci spent the night at Xie Letian's house again, and while eating breakfast, Xie Letian said slowly, "Take two sets of clothes and put them here, lest you always rush to deliver them in the morning."
Sugar was suddenly added to the porridge in Song Ci's mouth, and he gave an 'hmm' without changing his face, and blinked his eyes several times to suppress his smile.
After returning, Song Ci called Yan Dong, "Leave the matter of Dongsan Hospital first."
Yan Dong knew that he had made a mistake, and immediately begged with a bitter face: "Director, give me another chance..."
Song Ci interrupted him directly, "Go and tie up He Yincheng."
Yan Dong stared, "Huh?"
"Ah what?" Song Ci said impatiently, "You can't do things in the hospital, have you forgotten the ability to eat?"
Of course Yan Dong didn't forget, "Okay, I'll do it."
Song Ci looked at him deeply, "Do it neatly, if you don't do well, you don't have to come back."
Yan Dong trembled, "Yes." He turned around tremblingly and went out to close the door.
Song Ci lit a cigarette, crossed his legs and smoked in the office, the pure haze on his face showed a little warmth when he saw the rose cane stuck in it, but the murderous aura was too heavy, the warmth was insignificant.
Yan Dong didn't lose his housekeeping skills, and quietly kidnapped He Yuancheng from the hospital without disturbing anyone. The wheelchair was turned into a stretcher, and the unconscious He Yuancheng was sent to the hospital without anyone noticing. Ambulance to the top.
When He Tiancheng woke up, he found that his hands and feet were tied with belts. He wanted to struggle, but his whole body was filled with a sense of powerlessness soaked in drugs. endlessly.
"I didn't wake up."
A sound seemed to be near and far away, and then a basin of cold water was poured on it. Excited, He Tiancheng struggled to open his eyes, and there was a man sitting in front of him, with half of his face sunk in the shadows, and a thin stalk dangling from the corner of his mouth. Long white smoke, "He Wushao, we meet again."