Chapter 80 Greedy 23 Sugar daddy is also considered...

Kong Yanze has never done such a thing. Now that he thinks about it, he is indeed not a qualified bed partner.

However, Zhou Baiqiao grabbed his hand, stopped his movements, and pulled him up.

“No dissatisfaction.”

Zhou Baiqiao went around in circles, pushing him further and further away, and the more he calculated, the less he got.

"I have selfish motives, but I also want to make you happy." Zhou Baiqiao completely compromised and returned to his original position.

"Not again."

Kong Yanze looked at his red eyes, leaned over and kissed the small mole on his eyelid folds, and unbuttoned his collar without saying a word. He had many buttons on his vest and shirt, but he was more patient than Zhou Baiqiao in this regard.

Zhou Baiqiao tilted his head to cooperate, gently holding his narrow waist. They were always like this, talking and talking would always lead to a dead end, it would be better to be naked facing each other.

They are also used to ending like this.

Kong Yanze was casually wearing a bathrobe and kneeling down with his belt untied. Under Zhou Baiqiao's gaze, he had no scruples and no shame at all.

Zhou Baiqiao sat against the head of the bed, hugging him silently. Kong Yanze was also silent. He just lowered his head, frowned, and bit his lower lip.

Outside the window, the autumn wind rustles the leaves, covering up the private, tiny, sticky sounds of water and shallow breathing in the room.

Kong Yanze was sweating in the autumn night, leaning on the chest of the person behind him, staring blankly at the lamp above his head. Zhou Baiqiao lowered his head and supported his waist from behind, and the sweat on his cheeks stuck to his back and shoulders.

His body was very hot, and Kong Yanze could feel his breath and the force of his hands. Kong Yanze grabbed his arm, and the green jade beads poked him.

"Let me rest for a while."

Zhou Baiqiao hummed in a low voice and agreed. Kong Yanze relaxed, but the next second he retched as if he had nausea.

The light was broken and shaking, his black hair was sticky to his cheeks, and his lips were trembling as he repeatedly uttered short, breathless sounds.

He reached out for the cigarette, frowned and put it in his mouth, his hands were shaking and he couldn't light it. Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind and took the lighter.

There was a clear metallic crackling sound, and the flame was lit. Kong Yanze trembled and lit it several times before it worked. Zhou Baiqiao threw it aside after using it, and bent down to kiss his cheek.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

Zhou Baiqiao asked, forcing him to turn around and look at him. Kong Yanze turned his face away in annoyance, but couldn't avoid it so he bit his lips.

He touched his belly soothingly, with his eyes downcast, not knowing what he was thinking.

Kong Yanze had a hunch that it was not a good thing, but he was too lazy to ask him. Every time Zhou Baiqiao came over for a kiss, he would hold the cigarette in his mouth and look at him provocatively.

Zhou Baiqiao finally revealed his true face, holding down his wrist and forcibly extinguishing the fire, and pinching the back of his neck.

“Bad habits.”

The next morning, Zhou Baiyang didn't see Kong Yanze again. He heard some of the noise of the window breaking last night. He looked at Zhou Baiqiao who was sitting calmly in the main seat drinking coffee, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

"Brother, did you have a fight last night?"

After Zhou Baiyang finished speaking, he thought his brother would not answer, but Zhou Baiqiao actually hummed.

"How long does she let you stay here?"

Zhou Boyang was not surprised that his brother knew he was there voluntarily, but now he wanted to stay and watch.

"I don't know. She asked me to come and see what happened to you."

"Don't you understand everything?"

"It's not that clear...you two..."

Zhou Baiqiao glanced up at him and announced calmly, "We will get married this year."

Zhou Boyang was not optimistic, but he couldn't say it so obviously. "Then we have to propose and order the ring. It's too late."

Zhou Baiqiao didn't answer him. Zhou Baiyang felt that if this continued, Kong Yanze would be fine, but his brother seemed to be going crazy.

They were still arguing last night, and this morning they unilaterally announced that they were going to get married.

Given Zhou Baiqiao's net worth, getting married is not a simple matter. There are too many trusts, funds, and assets involved.

With their background, most people see marriage as a partnership or a means of achieving their goals. He does not need a marriage alliance and can choose his own marriage partner, but that does not mean he can handle the matter casually.

"Brother, why do you want to get married suddenly?"

Zhou Baiqiao smiled, as if joking. "Because I really want him to give me a legitimate status."

Zhou Boyang sighed, he knew his brother never joked.

"If you don't plan to leave, take him out to play more often in the next few days."

His brother was controlled by Kong Yanze. No one had dared to think that Zhou Baiqiao could give in step by step before.

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"Well, you see, we are friends now."

Kong Yanze slept until noon and looked impatient until Zhou Boyang said he would take him out to play, then he became a little more cheerful.

"What do you want to ask?"

Kong Yanze was wearing sunglasses, and his hair was blown by the wind, revealing his fair and plump forehead. His tone was very impatient, and Zhou Boyang wisely shut up.

In the city at dusk, a rosy sky appeared between the tall buildings, and the colorful lights of the city gradually lit up, but Kong Yanze was still uninterested.

Until I went to the bar he mentioned, I found that the consumption here was not low and it was open during the day, but of course they were two different situations.

As soon as Kong Yanze came in, he attracted almost everyone's attention. Zhou Boyang expected this, but he still felt guilty. Kong Yanze sat down at the bar, and a bartender came over immediately.

Before Zhou Baiyang had time to say a few more words, two people came over from a distance and greeted him. Zhou Baiyang raised his eyebrows and chatted with them for a few words.

They spoke in French, one sentence after another, but Kong Yanze's expression remained unchanged, as if he neither saw nor heard them.

"Can I drink?"

The bartender was a tall blond man with a smile that didn't sound frivolous at all. He didn't rush to take his order but asked this question first.

Kong Yanze supported his face, looked at him and smiled.

"What if I can drink it? What if I can't drink it?" He spoke fluent English, which surprised the bartender.

The bartender stared at him with a smile, tossed out a transparent glass and flicked it with his fingers.

"If you can drink, I'll buy you a drink. If you can't drink, I'll give you a special drink."

Kong Yanze smiled and raised his chin: "Then buy me a drink."

Zhou Boyang stood not far away, blocking him intentionally or unintentionally. One by one, they all came to say hello, but where were their eyes? Did they think he was blind?

Since they were all friends, Zhou Boyang couldn't get angry and was dragged by them to have a few drinks.

"Margarita"

Kong Yanze held up his face and watched him mixing drinks, and the blond bartender couldn't take his eyes off him. Unconsciously, many people gathered here, men and women, all of whom were interested in talking to him.

Kong Yanze ignored him and just watched the bartender make fancy cocktails.

The base liquor was tequila, and the color was beautiful and gorgeous. There was a white salt rim around the rim of the glass, and a slice of lemon. Kong Yanze turned the glass around to look at it, and then got close to smell it.

The bartender wiped his hands and looked at him with a smile. "Try it?"

Kong Yanze took a sip and found it sour and sweet, a wonderful taste, and smiled.

"This wine has a history, do you want to hear it?"

"It's a very boring story. Do you want to continue listening to his nonsense?"

Kong Yanze raised his eyebrows in surprise. It was a girl, and she spoke Chinese.

The bartender didn't understand Chinese, but he was unhappy with this kind of interception. Before he could say anything, the girl threw out two more big bills.

"This drink is on me."

She has short dark red hair, a black and red choker around her neck, leather jacket and pants of the same color, and smoky makeup on her face, but it doesn't look weird at all, instead it complements each other and is very cool.

Kong Yanze said nothing. The girl sat next to him in a familiar manner and stretched out her hand.

"Make friends?"

Kong Yanze propped up his head and smiled, pretending not to understand. The girl also raised her eyebrows and smiled, exposing him directly.

"You understand. You don't have to do this if you want to reject me, right?"

The next second, Kong Yanze reached out and shook her hand, and unexpectedly felt a lot of calluses and rough fingers.

"I knew you were Chinese right away. I am Chinese too. This is the first time I've met a fellow countryman in this place."

The girl spoke gracefully and appropriately, and there was no obvious desire or purpose in her eyes. Instead, it seemed like she was just looking for a fellow villager to have a casual chat.

"The bartender was trying to flirt with you. He was drooling, but you still went along with him."

Kong Yanze subconsciously glanced at the bartender, who didn't understand Chinese but smiled what he thought was a charming smile. Kong Yanze was so happy that he asked her again.

"How do you know I didn't enjoy it?"

The girl winked at him, smiled and lowered her voice: "Intuition. Women's intuition is scary."

"Really? Then what else did you see?"

"I can see that you need to add my contact information."

Kong Yanze spread his hands: "I don't have a cell phone."

"What a poor way to say no."

Kong Yanze shook his head: "Then your intuition is not always right."

The girl did not insist on not believing it. She actually frowned for a moment, and a dark emotion flashed in her eyes.

"Hi, excuse me."

Kong Yanze looked over subconsciously and recognized the two people who had just greeted Zhou Baiyang.

"Zhou Boyang asked me to call you over."

Kong Yanze turned around to say goodbye, but found that the girl had left long ago. Kong Yanze nodded slightly and followed them inside.

"What a beautiful girl, with a nice butt. She's definitely not Zhou Boyang's girl, is she?"

"He said he was a friend. If they were really related, he wouldn't deny it. Norton has already sent a message to come over to play. What are you afraid of?"

They spoke French, and taking advantage of the fact that Kong Yanze couldn't understand it, they spoke in front of him with a fake smile on their faces.

Kong Yanze looked at them with a smile, asked their names in English, and continued to follow them.

Inside, this group of playboys are all the same, domestic and foreign, except that there are private rooms. Kong Yanze looked around here and didn't see Zhou Baiyang.

He looked back and saw that the door was indeed closed.

Kong Yanze scanned them one by one. Including these two, there were six people in total. They all looked like rich young masters. The background that Zhou Baiyang greeted them could not be simple.

"Two drinks?"

The person sitting in the middle should be the so-called Norton. Kong Yanze walked to the middle calmly.

“I can’t drink it.”

Norton smiled and patted his thigh. "Come here and I'll teach you?"

Kong Yanze smiled. "What? You want to tease me? Don't you want to know where I came from first?"

Norton stood up and became interested. "Why, Zhou Boyang is your friend?"

He spoke in a sarcastic tone, and everyone around him laughed. Kong Yanze smiled, picked up the empty bottle on the table and smashed it at him without hesitation.

Norton stretched out his hand to touch him but instead fell down with his head in his hands. Kong Yanze's action was so natural that no one expected him to dare to do so.

Kong Yanze picked up his collar from the ground, with the broken bottle facing him, but he was still smiling.

"You shouldn't ask me what my relationship is with Zhou Boyang, you should ask me what my relationship is with Zhou Boqiao."

The people around him were all tall and strong. Some hesitated, but most of them thought he was trying to trick them.

Kong Yanze threw the bottle away. Norton covered the blood on his head and fainted on the ground. He turned around and waved at them, smiling and asked, "One-on-one or together?"

Zhou Boyang returned to the hall and didn't see Kong Yanze. After asking the bartender, he broke out in a cold sweat. It was over. If Kong Yanze got hurt, his brother would skin him alive.

He quickly found the person in charge and rushed back.

"Fuck..."

Zhou Baiyang looked at Kong Yanze who was sitting at the table holding a bottle of wine, and the words "Are you okay?" were stuck in his mouth.

He must be fine, and he is not the one in trouble.

There were several people lying in front of him, and a few others were squatting on the side with their heads in their hands. Kong Yanze was asking them their names one by one.

"Well, I'm glad you're okay."

Kong Yanze took the time to look at him, stepping on the head of that Norton. He recovered, cursed loudly, and did not forget to threaten him back and forth.

"Don't think that they won't dare to touch you just because you rob the Zhou family. Zhou Boyang can't protect you."

Zhou Boyang felt embarrassed for him. He thought that the words were too polite. How could he dare to protect his sister-in-law? It was not his turn yet.

"You're right. I think I should ask Zhou Baiqiao to deal with you." Kong Yanze had some blood on his hands and his cheeks were bruised.

"Zhou Baiqiao is your father? Why does he..."

Kong Yanze smiled and said, "It's true. Sugar daddy is also a daddy."

Zhou Boyang was in mixed feelings. He didn't know yet that his sugar daddy was planning to ask him for status in the morning.

Kong Yanze asked him for a cigarette, and left with Zhou Boyang holding it in his mouth. As soon as he walked out, he saw the housekeeper standing at the door with a smile, and respectfully opened the car door.

"The gentleman is waiting for you at home, you'd better go back quickly."

Zhou Baiyang's legs went limp. Kong Yanze didn't say anything, just frowned.

"My brother is going to beat me up, can you stop him?"

Kong Yanze spread his hands and said, "It doesn't mean he won't beat me."