Chapter 23 Chapter 23 The Zhang brothers, a sandwich...

Cheng Qiyong glanced at Cheng Yiliao who was standing beside him.

Cheng Yiliao was not good at acting, so his gaze and expression revealed his hunger, and his covetous thoughts were laid out on the table.

Just like a wild dog craving for a bone, it stood not far away, staring with drooling eyes, its tail hanging down and clamped between its legs, still moving restlessly unwillingly.

Cheng Qiyong withdrew his gaze and looked at He Songfeng again.

The next second——

Cheng Yiliao, who was standing aside, suddenly widened his eyes and clenched his hanging hands into fists.

There was an unprecedented earthquake in his pupils.

Even He Songfeng was not prepared, and he was kissed forcefully.

It doesn't matter?

He Songfeng, my dear, can't speak a word, but he knows what relationship means.

Since this was their second kiss, Cheng Qiyong was very familiar with his body. He knew that He Songfeng was a piece of rotten flesh and bones and would not resist, and he also knew where to touch to make He Songfeng feel comfortable.

He Songfeng's body fell down, but was lifted up by Cheng Qiyong again. His broad palms supported He Songfeng's flesh, and his fingertips pressed firmly into his bones.

He Songfeng's eyes moved away subconsciously, and he caught a glimpse of Cheng Yiliao in his peripheral vision. He was swallowing his saliva.

His cheeks were puffed up from gritting his teeth, his already sharp brows were twisted even more sharply, his eyes were wide open, until the whites of his eyes were surrounded by layers of dense, frightening red blood vessels.

Angry, jealous, but powerless.

The jealousy was surging in Cheng Yiliao's chest, making his heart beat fast and his solar plexus also throbbed restlessly.

The blood vessels expanded, the blood flowed faster, and the burning evil thoughts added fuel to the fire of this young and vigorous body, making the fire burn even more fiercely.

His entire body was red and turning purple, with veins bulging along his temples.

I was extremely angry and frustrated.

At this moment, Cheng Qiyong also turned his head to look, his profile pressed against He Songfeng's profile, and the two of them formed a full face.

Neither of them had any expression on their face. They looked at him for a few seconds and then stopped looking. They ignored Cheng Yiliao as if he were a puppy barking at their feet.

He Songfeng took this opportunity to take two more breaths, and the air he exhaled was steadily caught by Cheng Qiyong and swallowed.

Cheng Qiyong was unwilling to let He Songfeng go just like that, and continued after less than two seconds of intermission.

He Songfeng would not resist, so he let it continue. His lowered hands tightly grasped the hem of his clothes, and it was unclear whether he was willing or not.

Cheng Yiliao took a breath, stared, and laughed, his eyes sunk into the mud.

The only good thing about being brothers is that they look alike.

Cheng Yiliao stared at Cheng Qiyong as if looking in the mirror.

In a blink of an eye, He Songfeng was seen being kissed until he was dazed and unable to stand.

How could Cheng Yiliao not laugh?

He could easily put himself in Cheng Qiyong's position. When Cheng Qiyong kissed He Songfeng, it was him kissing He Songfeng.

He Songfeng's bones were softened by his kiss, and he only relied on his hands on his waist to prevent himself from kneeling on the ground.

He Songfeng did not reject him or laugh at him as a stupid dog.

He Songfeng was enjoying his forceful kiss.

"Hmm..."

He Songfeng snorted a polite refusal and tried to push his hand away, but it was taken as an invitation to hold hands tightly.

He closed his fingers to refuse, and the clasping of fingers during the kiss was too pure love. But He Songfeng didn't love him.

So he squeezed his fingers in through the narrow gap between his fingers without any hesitation, and his thick fingers filled the gap between He Songfeng's thin fingers.

The knuckles bent, locking the two people's joined hands.

The clasped knuckles were like the knots that dogs spit out during mating, locking the two parties together so that neither could easily break free.

He Songfeng had no chance to speak, nor the ability to push away.

He was really like a rag doll, silently enduring the other party's strong possessiveness and the aggressive sexual fantasies beside him.

All that was left of him were a pair of blurry, drooping eyes, with black moles replacing his trembling eyeballs. He looked at Cheng Yiliao for a while, then at Cheng Qiyong for a while, but he could not see himself.

It's okay.

Just bear with it and it will pass.

He Songfeng comforted himself, he was like a pale Madonna, he could do nothing except say bland words of comfort.

It also serves as a vessel for atonement and a confession room for others to vent and confess their sins.

"Uh-huh..."

Cheng Qiyong only held one of He Songfeng's hands because he wanted to use his other hand to hold He Songfeng's waist.

This gave Cheng Yiliao an opportunity. He quietly stepped forward, observing Cheng Qiyong's reaction while cautiously reaching out his hand. Whenever Cheng Qiyong breathed a little heavier, Cheng Yiliao would be frightened and lower his head, hunching his back and glancing to the side with a guilty look.

After going through hardships, Cheng Yiliao's hand was placed on He Songfeng's helpless falling palm.

Like a drowning man, He Songfeng subconsciously grabbed the sudden support point with his backhand the moment he touched the driftwood, using it as a force point for him to stand upright and survive.

Cheng Yiliao's eyes suddenly widened, and he stared at He Songfeng's profile in disbelief, his breathing becoming heavier.

Could it be that…could it be that——!!!

Cheng Qiyong glanced at Cheng Yiliao with disgust.

Cheng Yiliao's courage, which had been finally summoned, was instantly shattered. He felt guilty and nervous, and dared not breathe.

"call……"

He Songfeng's fingers were cramping, both hands, his thin finger bones trembling helplessly, asking the other party for a soothing sedative.

Cheng Qiyong's attention was diverted, and he tacitly allowed Cheng Yi to secretly enjoy a hand like a shackled mouse.

Seeing his silly brother's uncooperative look of satisfaction as if he was about to ejaculate just by pinching his hands, Cheng Qiyong's arrogance was even more satisfied.

Whether it was He Songfeng or Cheng Yiliao, everything submitted to him.

This is the seasoning pleasure he enjoys as the "head of the family".

He Songfeng's lowered palms were wrapped by Cheng Yiliao's hands. Cheng Yiliao was willing to squat down and half-kneel for him and kiss his hard-earned fingertips.

The hot lips burned He Songfeng's fingers. He tried to hide several times, but was forced to stay there in shackles.

Cheng Yiliao, in a low and humble posture, once again plucked up the courage to look up.

Kneeling on the dark ground, he put his disheveled self into the mediocre skin of Cheng Qi.

Kissing He Songfeng's fingertips is like kissing He Songfeng himself.

But this time, Cheng Qiyong did not tolerate Cheng Yiliao's substitution for too long.

In less than half a minute, He Songfeng was released.

The imaginary kiss broke.

Cheng Qiyong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb. That was not his wound, so he smeared the blood on He Songfeng's tender white neck, and pretended to strangle her just as his palm was open.

Cheng Qiyong asked half-threateningly, "Do you understand?"

He Songfeng raised his eyes and asked in a clear and innocent manner: "What do you know?"

The two people's eyes met, and they were at loggerheads.

He Songfeng smiled lightly.

Cheng Qiyong nodded nervously.

Both of them are smart people, and they can know what the other person is really thinking with just a glance.

Both of them stubbornly want to be the superior in the relationship. Whoever admits their relationship first will be the inferior who demands love, so neither of them is willing to give in.

The full version of their conversation should be:

Cheng Qiyong: You know clearly that our relationship is that of an unclean lover, don't even think about getting away with it.

He Songfeng: I know that there is nothing between you and me.

Cheng Qiyong let go of He Songfeng, turned to point at the young man beside him, and ordered in a cold voice: "Cheng Yiliao, call for help."

Cheng Yiliao immediately cooperated and called out:

"sister in law."

This process is done with pleasure.

Sister-in-law is sister-in-law, at least they are family, and he can always eat it when he has the chance.

He Songfeng did not respond, but walked around to the desk, pulled out two pieces of paper, and wiped each other with the tissues in his hands.

He took another piece of paper and wiped the blood from his bitten lip.

Cheng Qiyong continued to warn He Songfeng: "Do you understand your identity? Don't let me catch you cheating outside."

As he spoke, Cheng Qiyong's fingers tapped on the table, like the sound of a death knell, dull and dangerous.

He Songfeng seemed to be deaf, remaining silent and immersed in self-processing, stubbornly wiping the corners of his mouth that were bleeding.

The office was extremely quiet, but the wind was still blowing, pulling the air and making a muffled whirring sound.

It felt like sinking into water. The water pressure was heavy and suffocating, and there was a buzzing in my brain next to my ears.

Everyone feels the same way: dull, breathless, and dissatisfied.

"He Songfeng." Cheng Qiyong called out He Songfeng's full name, breaking through the turbid water.

He Songfeng then stopped wiping the blood, looked up at the person, and asked softly, "What's the matter?"

Cheng Qiyong knew that He Songfeng would not come over, so he could only walk up to He Songfeng and take the initiative to clip the silver feather on He Songfeng's collar.

"Remember what I just said."

Cheng Qiyong's tone was a warning, but his action was to bow and nod as he put on the tie clip for He Songfeng. It was like an emperor using a golden hoe to hoe the ground, with only the title of a superior in name only.

"I know you won't behave yourself, so it's best if I don't catch you."

Before leaving, Cheng Qiyong pinched He Songfeng's fragile eyelids and pulled them down, forcing He Songfeng to lower his head and look submissive before he left with satisfaction.

He Songfeng rested his thin, straight left hand on the table, and gently soothed the mole on his eye with his right hand.

When he looked up, he saw Cheng Yiliao, who was sitting across the table from him, staring at him intently.

He Songfeng glanced at the open office door, then slowly shifted his gaze back to Cheng Yiliao.

He raised his hand, pushed his palm inward, and motioned Cheng Yiliao to come over.

Cheng Yiliao didn't move, staring at He Songfeng vigilantly, not knowing what tricks he was going to play next.

He Songfeng exhaled a breath of hot air gently from his lips, and his pink fingertips moved the air, attracting Cheng Yiliao's eyes.

"Don't you want to try it? It's in your brother's office."

After hearing these words, Cheng Yiliao was stunned, as if he had been struck by lightning, and his heart and blood vessels were burned black and smelly.

For a moment he didn't know how to react.

He couldn't believe that He Songfeng would actually speak to him like that and tease him like that.

Cheng Qiyong had clearly warned He Songfeng not to flirt with other women not long ago, but as soon as he left, He Songfeng started to seduce him.

He Songfeng seemed like a sex addict who accepted everyone who came to him. He leaned calmly on the table, still fiddling with his fingertips with the shackles while doing the stroke.

That finger had just been licked by Cheng Yiliao in his mouth not long ago, inviting Cheng Yiliao to rekindle their old love.

Cheng Yiliao moved his feet, feeling both fearful and covetous.

Advance and retreat, endlessly entangled.

He Songfeng had just been called sister-in-law by him. If he rushed forward to do something at this time, it would be a complete betrayal of his brother.

Cheng Qiyong had already tacitly given him a hand, so how could he still be asking for more? How could he, as a younger brother, be so greedy?

But while Cheng Yiliao was muttering to himself and reflecting, his body had already very honestly squeezed forward, squeezing He Songfeng between himself and the table.

He lowered his head and stared at He Songfeng in fascination, sniffing the smell of soap on his body with his nose.

It smells very good, like the scent coming from blood and bones, not too sweet or greasy, just the right amount of sobriety.

By the time Cheng Yiliao reacted, he had already tentatively kissed He Songfeng's ear.

It feels soft, delicate, and cold.

I could still hear He Songfeng's faint breathing coming from his nose, which made my heart itchy and a wave of heat surge up again and again.

Cheng Yiliao's head buzzed. He thought - what if his brother knew about this? He would definitely skin him alive!

"You are my sister-in-law, how could you seduce me?"

So Cheng Yiliao pushed the blame onto He Songfeng, trying to alleviate his inner guilt.

When the sense of guilt is reduced, the excitement brought by infidelity and adultery immediately increases several times.

Cheng Yiliao's teeth were itching, and he really wanted to tear He Songfeng into pieces and swallow them.

A thought screamed in Cheng Yiliao's head: "Right here! Take your brother's place and kill him!"

He Songfeng frowned and asked coldly, "What did you call me?"

Cheng Yiliao restrained He Songfeng even more tightly, but stopped kissing him. Instead, he stared into He Songfeng's eyes and deliberately called him:

"sister in law."

"I'm not." He Songfeng immediately denied it.

Cheng Yiliao insisted: "You are my sister-in-law."

Then she continued to scold him: "My brother forbade you to go out and flirt with others, but you turned around and hugged me."

As he spoke, he deliberately tightened his arms and hugged He Songfeng even tighter, so tight that He Songfeng let out a breath-taking "uh" sound from his chest.

Cheng Yiliao and He Songfeng whispered to each other.

"He Songfeng, do you like the feeling of having an affair? It's so exciting, isn't it? No wonder your boyfriend called you that day and you allowed me to push you against the wall and squeeze you."

"Can't you live without a man? You just want men to spit in your mouth and fuck you until you're satisfied. No wonder you refused to buy condoms when I offered you money. It turns out you were just enjoying it yourself."

After hearing this, He Songfeng was not bothered at all and asked with a smile, "Did you enjoy it?"

Cheng Yiliao found that He Songfeng did not resist, so he became more aggressive. He sat down on Cheng Qiyong's office chair, leaned back casually, and put his arms around He Songfeng's waist to pull him closer.

He Songfeng staggered over and sat down.

Cheng Yiliao made an even more outrageous request: "I'll sit in my brother's seat, and you give me a blowjob, okay?"

He Songfeng said nothing, neither agreeing nor refusing, but just tilted his head listlessly, his eyes squinting out.

It seemed as if Cheng Yiliao only forced him and he would agree to acquiesce.

He Songfeng's gaze fell on the open door frame. Just as Cheng Yiliao was about to force him to look back,

Suddenly, He Songfeng patted Cheng Yiliao's hot and red face as a reminder, and looked over Cheng Yiliao's shoulder line to the open door.

He Songfeng asked softly:

"Cheng Qiyong, why are you back?"

Hearing He Songfeng's words, Cheng Yiliao's head felt like it was chopped off, buzzing and numb.

? !

Cheng Yiliao's bones were also pulled out, and his flesh and skin quickly collapsed, like a pool of mud clinging to the chair, falling down continuously.

If He Songfeng hadn't been pressing on Cheng Yiliao's legs, he would have slipped to the ground long ago.

Having an affair with my sister-in-law is no longer exciting, but terrifying and thrilling.

Cheng Yiliao couldn't bear to think about how Cheng Qiyong would treat him. Would he break the hand that had touched He Songfeng? Or break the leg that He Songfeng had sat on? Or would he break both of them and make him write a letter of guarantee with his severed hand, promising never to covet He Songfeng again.

What about He Songfeng? How will He Songfeng be treated?

Would Cheng Qiyong force himself to watch them make love? Would he force himself to call He Songfeng "sister-in-law" when they were in love?

…………

This kind of thing is not unacceptable, after all, we are all family.

Cheng Yiliao swallowed the heart that was hanging in his throat with difficulty, just like swallowing a stone.

"Brother, it was He...it was my sister-in-law who seduced me."

The air fell into an eerie silence.

Cheng Yiliao lowered his head and didn't even have the courage to see what was going on.

He only knew that He Songfeng had left him.

His burning hot body had no warm jade to calm it down. His restless blood vessels were about to burst, and his boiling blood was trying to rush out of his skin and escape from this miserable place of molten lava.

He Songfeng chuckled, accompanied by two slapping sounds of clothes.

"coward."

Footsteps tapped on the floor, getting farther and farther away.

When Cheng Yiliao mustered up the courage, he looked up from the bottom to see what was happening.

Nothing...

No one is here...

Cheng Qiyong never came back, and the open door was empty from beginning to end.

Cheng Yiliao was so guilty that he didn't even dare to look up to confirm.

In fact, from the very beginning when he waved at him, He Songfeng was just teasing him.

He Songfeng even guessed in advance that Cheng Yiliao was as timid as a mouse. Just the word "Cheng Qiyong" scared him so much that he wanted to dig a hole and bury himself in it.

He Songfeng's teasing was nonchalant, and he just treated Cheng Yiliao as a joke and left with a smile.

“Haha…”

The sense of crisis suddenly receded, but the empty body could not be filled with reason.

Cheng Yiliao finally knelt down.

He lowered his head, covered his face with his hands, took a deep breath, and greedily sucked the last bit of He Songfeng's soapy water into his nose and throat.

He Songfeng found a student passing by and asked the time quietly. He breathed a sigh of relief when he learned that there were still forty minutes left before lunch break.

You can also take a short break.

He walked towards the classroom, passing by the school gate on the way. The school was open to the public, and anyone could come in without making an appointment or filling out any information.

So when He Songfeng met Zhao Jieyi while standing on the main road of the school, he was not surprised.

When the other party saw He Songfeng, he was very surprised and his facial features puffed up.

It was like a vengeful spirit had found a scapegoat, and it rushed towards him with a terrifying force.

He kept repeating in his mouth: "Good boy, I finally waited for you."

"The ghost is still there."

"Are you talking about me?" Zhao Jie pointed at himself.

He Songfeng nodded.

"He Songfeng, this is not very fair of you." Zhao Jie rushed forward to grab the person.

He Songfeng frowned and dodged the stabbing hand, warning coldly: "Don't touch me."

Zhao Jieyi's eyes widened in disbelief and he shouted, "He Songfeng, what do you mean?!"

He Songfeng glanced at him and replied coldly:

"It's boring."

Zhao Jieyi is such a boring person, he is so persistent and lingers around.

He Songfeng didn't even want to waste his breath scolding him. Ignoring him was more maddening than hating him.

Zhao Jieyi grabbed He Songfeng's arm, not allowing him to leave, and cursed:

"Did I pay for you to go to this school? You found a new husband at school, and then broke up with me and unilaterally broke up with me. You're such an ungrateful bastard, aren't you?"

"Tell me yourself, without me, would you only be able to clean toilets in town? No, you wouldn't even live to clean toilets, you would have starved to death long ago."

All eyes were focused on him. Fortunately there weren't many people around, but there were still a few people watching.

Zhao Jie spoke in a loud voice again, as if he wanted to deliberately call He Songfeng his cousin in front of so many people.

"I threatened you over the phone that I would send the video, but I didn't send it. I know that once that thing is sent, there will be no future between you and me. I still love you, I have always loved you, and you can't drive me crazy."

"How could you just ignore my kindness to you? You are so heartless!"

"He Songfeng, you are where you are now because of me!"

He Songfeng said "Oh" calmly, and added: "Thank you then."

Zhao Jie stared at He Songfeng blankly, waiting for He Songfeng to continue speaking.

Ten seconds...

Thirty seconds...

One minute...

He Songfeng stood there, indifferent, obviously having nothing to say, and not intending to get entangled with Zhao Jie.

Zhao Jieyi asked in disbelief, "That's all? Just a thank you?"

He Songfeng frowned slightly and accused Zhao Jieyi of greed:

"I can thank you, but you are still not satisfied?"

“What are you talking about???”

He Songfeng retorted: "You are not satisfied."

He Songfeng opened his eyes, the black mole completely disappeared, leaving only a pair of eyes as black as glass, looking firmly at Zhao Jie.

He Songfeng was wearing a school uniform that was ironed without a single wrinkle. The silver feathers on his tie emitted colorful starlight under the reflection of the sunlight, making him look lifelike.

His tall and straight figure was in stark contrast to Zhao Jieyi, who looked haggard and like a homeless man.

The toad wants to eat the swan's flesh.

This is the unanimous evaluation of Zhao Jie by the onlookers around.

"He Songfeng is so pretty and smart, and he wants to take her away? How could he possibly look down on him?"

"Yes, he's both the school idol and the student representative. If nothing goes wrong, next year's government-sponsored study abroad spot will be his. When he comes back from his overseas gilding trip, He Songfeng will be a luxury that he will never be able to afford in his lifetime.

The people around him did not hide their disparagement of Zhao Jieyi, and did not even whisper in low voices, but humiliated him directly.

He Songfeng was about to leave, and Zhao Jie became anxious.

Zhao Jie grabbed He Songfeng's arm and held it tightly.

He Songfeng's arms were too thin and could be easily wrapped around him. He couldn't get away, so he simply stopped and waited for Zhao Jieyi to become hysterical.

"Aren't you curious? I'm not trying to fool you. I'm telling you straight up!"

"That's him, He! Song! Feng! A jinx with no parents, not a dime in his pocket. I've been supporting him, feeding him, feeding him, and supporting him through school. Now that he's in the big city, he's trying to distance himself from me."

Zhao Jie grabbed He Songfeng's tie clip, grabbed it, and held it up to show the people around him:

"Look at this guy, he's even wearing a Hermès tie clip, it must cost tens of thousands of dollars. And this guy is a poor student who needs to receive a school subsidy? He Songfeng, you're just a jerk who can be taken advantage of by anyone as long as they pay you!"

The noisy sound attracted more and more people to look over.

He Songfeng became the center of attention.

He Songfeng raised his eyes and stared at the snatched tie clip, his eyes lighting up.

What is Hermès? It costs tens of thousands of dollars.

Fortunately, it was not returned to Cheng Qiyong.