Chapter 14 Chapter 14 Video Not only did you record it, you also sent it to others...

The only flaw is that the person in the photo raised his hand to cover his eyes, which are the most important part.

But one has to admit that this slender and thin body is very similar to He Songfeng, except for the two faint moles on the eyelids.

"Like, so much like, it's exactly him."

He was even ready to rush to He Songfeng with the video and shout, "You don't want others to know that you're doing this kind of thing outside, do you?"

Cheng Yiliao's breathing was hot. He repeated He Songfeng's name and cursed him. He quickly pressed the play button and watched anxiously.

The video is two hours long.

A dim light shone on the phone screen.

Two thin, short men with yellow skin, like malnourished skeleton soldiers, sat by the bed, chattering in a language that Cheng Yiliao could not understand.

Every step was extremely awkward.

There was no emotion at all. Although they tried their best to act, the traces of performance were too strong and what came out was still unfamiliar.

Cheng Yiliao was completely confused.

I went back to the cover several times to check and finally realized that I had been deceived.

“Tsk—”

The gun barrel exploded, and Cheng Yiliao was extremely annoyed.

I called the seller, but I didn't expect that he would actually answer the phone.

"You still dare to answer the phone?"

"What's the matter?" The other party didn't care.

"Is this the complete version you mentioned?"

"yes."

"Can the cover and the content be the same person?!"

Cheng Yiliao roared out. He was neither hard nor soft now. A ball of fire was burning the organs in his stomach, and the blood vessels under his skin were burned open.

The rotten meat and hot blood are mixed together to make a bowl of porridge that can be eaten as soon as the lid is opened.

The man on the other end of the phone laughed and sighed, "Oh!", and hummed with a playful smile: "I didn't say that I was selling the video of the person on the cover. I just told you that I'm selling high-definition and uncensored videos.

Without giving Cheng Yiliao any time to refute, the man immediately asked in a louder voice:

"Just tell me if it's high-definition and uncensored! Do I have everything I told you?"

“…………”

Cheng Yiliao was speechless. People might even laugh out loud when they are speechless.

“Haha, hahahahahaha——”

Zhao Jieyi also laughed and hung up the phone directly.

"You want me to watch the whole thing for just 2,000 yuan? That's too good to be true. You deserve to be ripped off."

When Cheng Yiliao wanted to call again, he had already been blocked.

Zhao Jieyi has learned a better way to make money these days, which is to sell He Songfeng's truncated pornographic photos and short videos, while at the same time creating a second account to deceive people online by saying that he has the complete version.

With money coming from both sides, he soon managed to save enough for the down payment on a Mercedes-Benz. He was so proud that he even walked with his head shaking.

He still had some conscience left and did not post the video of He Songfeng's face when he was comforting himself.

But his inflated greed had already made him prepare a micro camera, waiting for the next time He Songfeng came back from vacation, so that he could fuck him in various ways.

Not only do it, but also record it.

After recording, she used these videos to threaten He Songfeng, saying that if he dared to break up, she would post the videos online.

With He Songfeng's personality of being too concerned with face to endure suffering, there is no way she will leave him in this life.

Zhao Jie knew that He Songfeng was not worthy of him, and he had to use some means to keep him.

Cheng Yiliao wasn't so happy. He paced back and forth in the room, his hands on his hips, looking irritable.

He lit a cigarette, bit it between his lips, and a bold decision emerged in his mind.

Without any hesitation, he rushed into He Songfeng's room.

There was no one in the room. At this time, He Songfeng had finished his morning self-study class and was having breakfast in the cafeteria.

Cheng Yiliao stood by the door, smoking and staring at the single bed against the wall.

Although all the marks on the bed had been smoothed out by its owner's hands and the quilt had been folded neatly on the pillow, it still couldn't cover up the slight dent in the mattress where someone had slept there.

Cheng Yiliao looked at the slightly sunken human-shaped traces, and thought of He Songfeng who was wearing thin cotton silk pajamas and standing under the light source the night before, almost...

He bit the cigarette and took two deep puffs, but still didn't feel satisfied.

Then a bolder and more exciting idea began to emerge in his mind.

He opened He Songfeng's cabinet without permission, and searched through it over and over again. Finally, he found another pair of pajamas of He Songfeng. When he rubbed the pajamas in his palm, he could feel some residual warmth.

The clothes thief did not rush to escape from the crime scene. Instead, he looked at the time again and confirmed several times that He Songfeng would not come back at this time before locking the door.

He kneaded the clothes and rubbed them in his palms.

He put it on his nose again and sniffed hard.

"The smell of soapy water? It's so low."

Cheng Yiliao frowned with an expression of disgust.

It’s not that he dislikes He Songfeng, but that he dislikes himself for being so vulgar at this moment.

Cheng Yiliao sat beside He Songfeng's bed, lay down along the human-shaped depression, covered his head with his clothes, and sucked hard for half a minute.

While indulging in He Songfeng's aura, Cheng Yiliao did not forget to make amends for himself:

"Isn't leaving the door unlocked a sign of seduction? You knew I was interested in him, but why didn't you pay more attention?"

"He was lucky that I was the one he met. If it was someone else, they might have been hiding in a closet or under the bed waiting for him to come back and would have killed him."

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Cheng Yiliao sat up and his clothes slipped down.

"You dare to wear pajamas like this? You deserve to be targeted by me."

Cheng Yiliao cursed He Songfeng while exerting all his strength.

Lying on the bed, he blurted out:

"How boring! I really want to kiss He Songfeng."

Cheng Yiliao was startled and quickly threw the clothes on the ground in disgust, cursing.

He put on his pants, straightened his clothes and walked out. After walking a few steps, he turned back calmly as if nothing had happened, picked up the clothes on the ground, folded them in his hands and put them away.

There was no one in the room or dormitory except Cheng Yiliao.

He pretended to be calm but tiptoeed around like a thief in order to deceive himself.

He lied to him and said that he didn't steal, he just saw the clothes dropped on the ground and picked them up.

It’s all He Songfeng’s fault. He didn’t lock the door when he went out and didn’t put his clothes away properly.

He saw it and kindly picked it up.

That night, He Songfeng returned to his room after evening self-study. The dormitory was still empty, with only the lights in the living room on.

He sat down in his room, spread out his books on the table, and reviewed his homework for tomorrow.

Suddenly a gust of hot wind rushed into the room. He stopped writing, turned his head and stared quietly at the window, then at the closed door.

He stood up, locked the door and closed the window.

At this time, he discovered that there were some fine cigarette ashes scattered on the window sill.

He understood that someone had come in.

It was not until he took a shower and changed his clothes at night that he slowly realized that not only had someone come, but also stole his clothes.

The next day, He Songfeng locked the door before leaving.

He went to class early in the day and returned to the dormitory at night when the other young masters were having fun. As soon as he got back to the dormitory, he started talking about the strange rules of Jialin City International Private High School.

Rule One: No matter what happens outside your door, don't respond.

Rule 2: The room is safe, but not absolutely.

Rule three: Don’t open the door or go out before the alarm rings.

He Songfeng adhered to these three rules and successfully avoided the three men.

During this time, Zhao Jieyi called him and wanted to invite him to the rental house to do it. He Songfeng refused because he was very busy.

After half a month of peaceful days, He Songfeng got the first place in the grade in the monthly exam and received the second certificate of outstanding student in his life.

He put the certificate on the wall, so every time he looked up when studying, he could see the medal.

He thought he was one step closer to his wish.

Another peaceful day.

The school was on half-day holiday this afternoon, but He Songfeng went to the classroom from the dormitory as usual.

When he was walking across the flat ground, he suddenly felt that someone or something was looking at him from behind, and it was a look with bad intentions.

He turned around and looked, but didn't catch the man.

I turned around again, but there was still no one there.

A man who looked 50% similar to Cheng Yiliao, but was more stable and mature, was leaning against the railing of the corridor on the fifth floor of the teaching building, secretly staring at the tiny He Songfeng lying on the ground.

"Looks familiar."

Cheng Qiyong muttered to himself.

"He's a popular guy in school, who doesn't know him?"

"no."

Cheng Qiyong didn't know him at school, but——

He Songfeng stopped.

In the weather of 38 or 39 degrees Celsius, He Songfeng wrapped himself tightly, leaving only a pair of snow-white hands that were almost red and a straight, slender neck exposed.

He Songfeng's hair had grown a little longer to the collarbone, and he tied it into a small bun at the back of his head, like a short fluffy tail.

He was carrying a heavy old schoolbag, and the front of his shirt was stained thinly with sweat, which was stuck in a delicate position, revealing the flesh color that was too tempting to imagine.

He Songfeng was unaware of this. He was walking towards the teaching building with a serious look on his face, taking every step with great determination.

His phone vibrated; there was a new message. He held the phone clumsily with an unskilled hand, his fingers tapping the screen awkwardly.

Such a wet, unconsciously charming, yet serious and clumsy contrast is hard not to be attractive.

Cheng Yiliao was fascinated by what he saw.

Cheng Qiyong looked at He Songfeng's back as he left, and then glanced at his stupid brother who was looking at him eagerly.

"Cheng Yiliao, he is not worthy of you."

Cheng Yiliao rolled his eyes and subconsciously retorted:

"He's not worthy of me? Does he deserve you?"

Cheng Qiyong stared at his stupid brother expressionlessly.

Not angry, not anxious, just watch indifferently.

Although they are brothers, Cheng Qiyong was trained by the Cheng family as the successor, so Cheng Yiliao naturally did not dare to go against the future head of the family.

Being stared at by his brother made his hair stand on end, and he could only lower his head and mutter guiltily: "I'm just playing around, is it okay for me to play around?"

"Who can you beat? Stupid dog."

Cheng Yiliao held his breath and was about to make a weak rebuttal, but unexpectedly, He Songfeng below discovered the two people who were peeping.

Cheng Yiliao's eyes flew away with guilt, and Cheng Qiyong leaned calmly against the railing, looking down at him with condescending contempt.

When He Songfeng called Zhao Jie back, he accidentally discovered the person who was peeping, or rather, the person who was peeping did not hide his gaze at all and deliberately let him discover it.

He Songfeng's brows were getting more and more furrowed, and cold sweat dripped down, hitting the fair body on the screen.

An unfamiliar number, no text, just a six-second video.

A heavy threat was revealed in silence.

"Darling, what's wrong?"

"Did you not only record the last video call but also send it to others?"

The veins on the back of He Songfeng's hands were bulging, and the thin layer of skin could hardly cover the bones.

It's hard to tell whether it's the sun that makes people dizzy, or the video that scares them and causes tinnitus and dazzle.

Who could have sent it? What did he want to do?

He Songfeng had some difficulty breathing.

My throat felt like it was clogged with broken bones, and when I breathed it felt like it was being pricked by needles, causing a constant stinging pain.

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