Chapter 49 Chapter 49 He Songfeng, who was raised in wealth

The apartment's entrance, living room and kitchen share an L-shaped space. In order to make the living room spacious and comfortable, the space of the entrance and kitchen is compressed against the walls on both sides.

A long and wide beige-brown sofa lies lazily in the middle of the room. An LCD TV stretches straight up from the floor skirting to the ceiling, domineeringly occupying the entire wall from left to right.

It’s more like a movie screen than a TV.

A stack of reference books were scattered on the table, and hot cocoa in a pure white mug was emitting rich steam.

The evening breeze blew in from the balcony on the south side of the living room, mixed with the scent of various perfumes, the foam of laundry detergent, and the astringent smell of white people's rice.

These smells are not pleasant, but they are a special mark unique to this city, just like no matter how much perfume He Songfeng sprays on himself, it will eventually turn into the fragrance of soapy water.

He Songfeng has been in this city for a year. He has gone from being a test-taker in a small Asian town to becoming the lover of a rich second-generation man as he wished.

Samuel does not live in this apartment all the time, and their relationship is not that of lovers. It is more like Samuel comes to He Songfeng to seek Angel's doting when he is lacking love, and to indulge in Angel's soft body.

But He Songfeng didn't care. He just wanted to return home after graduation.

He Songfeng was wearing a brown thin blanket printed with LV patterns and leaning cross-legged in a corner of the sofa.

He Songfeng wears a Hublot crystal Big Bang series watch on his left hand, which is limited to 500 pieces worldwide.

The pure white dial and strap, and the sapphire crystal case are additionally inlaid with fourteen diamonds. It sits quietly on the wrist and does not attract the eye at all, but once you notice it, you cannot ignore its luxury.

This is the gift Samuel gave to He Songfeng during the New Year.

As He Songfeng took a sip of the hot cocoa in front of him, his frown suddenly relaxed. He seemed to have thought of something. His fingertips hovered over the aluminum-white keyboard of his MacBook Pro and firmly typed out a line of text, adding a new touch to his keynote report.

But this is not the end. He Songfeng's hands typed quickly, and the single letters quickly formed formal sentences, adding icing on the cake to the already excellent report.

He recited these words silently, imagining that he was giving a speech on the stage. Then more and more inspirations burst out in his mind, and the words he output became more and more fluent and beautiful.

"Text polishing" is a marathon with no end. The author can only rely on deleting and revising every word and sentence to try his best to achieve perfection.

The phone suddenly rang.

He Songfeng pulled himself out of his thoughts, picked up the hot cocoa and took a quick sip, his brow furrowed again. Because the hot cocoa was already warm, the taste was a little strange.

In the past, He Songfeng could accept it as if nothing had happened, but after being pampered for a year, he could no longer accept food with even the slightest change in taste.

"Angel, is there anything we can help you with on your group project? WHAT?! You've already finished it. Oh my god, I'm going to give you a big kiss when we meet at school tomorrow."

The female voice on the phone spoke with the standard accent of a rich second-generation California girl. There was always a deliberate sweetness between the words, but the good thing was that she always spoke slowly and her pronunciation was extremely standard.

Another voice came in from the other end of the line, lowering its voice and pretending to be nervous, "OMG! Angel, I'm going to tell you a secret."

He Songfeng said, "Hmm?"

"Arya prepared a gift for you. We all know it's Kadi..."

From the other end of the line came a quick, laughing voice: "Hey! Bitch!"

The people near the phone immediately burst into amused giggles, and after laughing, they quickly said to He Songfeng: "Shhhhhhh - Arya ising! We'll hang up first. See you at school tomorrow."

These people were He Songfeng's new semester group members. Ever since He Songfeng sat in Samuel's passenger seat, the bullying and isolation he had experienced before had suddenly turned into flattery.

The world of decadence and extravagance is so simple: whoever looks richer can be the leader.

The team members stood out from the fierce competition and went through great pains to be selected as members of He Songfeng's team.

They treated He Songfeng like a queen bee and held her high.

He Songfeng's unpleasant loneliness and silence turned into a huge halo, which was euphemistically called the flower of the high mountain.

He Songfeng put down his phone and focused his attention on the computer again.

But just as he was about to type the first letter, an extremely harsh noise came from outside the apartment door, interrupting He Songfeng's thoughts again.

He Songfeng waited for two minutes, and there was silence outside the house for two minutes.

When He Songfeng started typing on the keyboard again, the noisy pounding sounds rang out tacitly, as if intentional.

He Songfeng decided not to endure it any longer and put the mug heavily on the table, making a hard thud.

He stood up, pinched both sides of the LV thin blanket with his hands, wrapped it tightly, then put on slippers and hurried to the door.

Slippers slid down his back, and He Songfeng angrily opened the door and started to scold him harshly without caring about anything:

"I don't care what you're doing, but your actions have seriously disturbed me and affected my normal work and life. Please stop everything immediately, return to your room quietly, and maintain this quietness until you die!"

After the sharp curse, He Songfeng pushed the door open completely to see what was going on outside.

The man outside the house came up from the lower floor carrying a tall easel in both hands. He placed the easel in the corridor and walked towards He Songfeng, panting, to sincerely apologize:

"Sorry, I can't prevent these easels and painting materials from making noise. Is there anything I can do to compensate you?"

The man had the curly black hair of an Italian, olive skin, and Nordic eyes, as blue as the sea He Songfeng had ever seen, and his slender eyelashes were like a flock of gulls parked on the shore.

His deep and melancholy eyes were buried under his towering bones. When he looked at He Songfeng, his apology was so sincere, without a trace of frivolity.

"Please forgive me, this is unavoidable. Is there anything I can do for you? I am willing to make up for it."

The man took He Songfeng's hand and placed a lingering kiss on the back of it. This was just a friendly gesture from the Italian.

But He Songfeng didn't buy it, because he had been with too many handsome guys, and even He Songfeng himself was unable to take his eyes off the man in front of him because of his beauty.

He just felt that Italians were indeed so frivolous.

He Songfeng withdrew his hand and neatly offered the simplest solution: "Leave it outside. You are only allowed to move it when I go to class tomorrow."

The other person hesitated and turned to look outside the apartment. When neither of them made any sound, the sound of rain became particularly obvious.

The man said in an embarrassed whisper, "It's raining outside, and these drawing boards and easels are all made of pure wood."

He Songfeng pointed at him, then at the easels and drawing boards on the ground, and ordered sharply:

"That's your business."

He Songfeng closed the door, glanced at the cold cocoa milk on the table, and poured it down the drain without thinking.

One problem after another arose, and He Songfeng could never calm down and finish his homework properly.

Before He Songfeng could sit back on the sofa, his phone rang loudly.

Seeing the name "Samuel" on the screen, He Songfeng had to pour a glass of cold water. After taking a sip to calm down, he calmly answered the phone and greeted softly, "Good evening, Mr. Samuel."

"I missed you, Angel~"

Samuel's voice was drunken. There was not only Samuel's voice on the phone, but also the manic drum beats in the nightclub.

He Songfeng put the cup of water on the table and said, "Give me the address and I'll come to find you." The thin blanket on his shoulders fell to the ground while he was talking. He Songfeng didn't even look at it, but walked over and turned into the open cloakroom in the bedroom.

Samuel refused. He leaned lazily in his seat, glanced at the men present, and randomly pointed at the one who looked the most honest.

"I've sent someone to pick you up, Angel."

"See you later, Mr. Samuel."

He Songfeng kissed the phone affectionately. When the call was hung up, He Songfeng's expression was like a DVD being pulled out of a videotape. The picture disappeared in an instant, leaving only an expressionless dark face.

He Songfeng stood in front of a full-length mirror, slowly took off his pajamas and put them under his feet. When he turned sideways, his eyes did not leave himself, and turned to the other side.

After looking at them all, I walked into the rainforest made of clothing racks with satisfaction and chose my own clothes.

Samuel likes simple, beautiful and shy beauties, so He Songfeng also dresses simply.

The latest autumn baby blue pullover knitted sweater from a niche brand has wide sleeves that are rolled up several times at the wrists and tied around the forearms, creating cute and pure puff sleeves.

She wore simple beige satin wide-leg pants with a dark brown leather belt around her waist. She picked up a floral headband to tie up her back-length hair. She twisted her fingers around a thin bunch of hair and flexibly rolled it into a loose but neat bun, which she fixed behind her ear with a clip.

The black hair behind the ears and the dark brown leather belt around the waist, the perfect dark color suppresses the overall light and pale color, making He Songfeng's outfit more eye-catching.

After doing all this, He Songfeng was not in a hurry to go out. Instead, she leaned in front of the dressing mirror with one hand, took out a light-colored lip balm, applied it thinly around, and gave the first kiss of the day to the handsome man in the mirror.

The translucent kiss mark left on the beauty's cheek in the mirror is the most unwavering proof of He Songfeng's loyalty to his lover.

The man in the mirror lowered his eyes shyly, but soon opened his eyes and responded to He Songfeng's love with a smile.

"You are very beautiful tonight."

He Songfeng's Chinese syntax had deteriorated somewhat, but he still tried his best to say to his lover in Chinese: "I love you, bye~ See you later."

"Yeah." The beautiful person in the mirror nodded slightly.

After getting a definite answer, He Songfeng took out his computer bag, put his notebook in it, and took an umbrella from the umbrella stand at the entrance. After slowly preparing everything, he pushed the door open and walked out.

After walking down three steps, He Songfeng saw the drawing boards and easels placed on the steps and the road. He turned around and knocked on the door of the man opposite.

The man's hurried footsteps sounded through the door, and he pushed the door open and walked out.

"Hello, what's up?"

The man was stuck in the middle of his words when he saw He Songfeng. He swallowed several times in a row, and since he had no saliva, he swallowed dryly with his Adam's apple choking on it.

His eyes began to panic, but he was reluctant to move away from He Songfeng.

The man coughed twice and said nervously, "Sir, I'm not moving my things. May I ask how else I've disturbed you?"

He Songfeng pinched the umbrella handle, tapped it twice on the ground, and said lightly: "I'm going out now. You can continue to move your things."

Without waiting for the man's reply, He Songfeng turned around and walked away, step by step into the rain.

Before the driver sent by Samuel arrived at the apartment building, He Songfeng hid under the eaves to avoid the rain.

"Meow…"

He Songfeng was puzzled and subconsciously looked towards his feet.

A kitten was also hiding from the rain, but compared to the bright and beautiful He Songfeng, it looked particularly dirty and messy. Its fur was washed into clumps by the heavy rain, making it look bald.

He Songfeng's arms were already very thin, but when placed next to the kitten, the kitten was only half the width of He Songfeng's arm.

It seemed that if no one helped it, it would not survive this rainy night.

"Meow……"

The kitten curled up half a meter away from He Songfeng. It cautiously asked for help but did not dare to get close to He Songfeng.

At this time, a supercar that was so carbon black that it almost did not reflect any light but had an extremely eye-catching shape, with a humming engine, slowly stopped on the road in front of He Songfeng.

This car is Samuel's Lamborghini Aventador. This man doesn't have a normal car. He likes all dazzling, rare and eye-catching beautiful things, including He Songfeng.

The sound of the sports car's engine scared the kitten. The ugly kitten became more and more dying. It even had difficulty calling for help. It lay on the ground with only its abdomen giving a faint sign of life.

"Angel, e here."

The man in the sports car rolled down the window and gave orders to He Songfeng.

He Songfeng glared at the man and signaled him not to rush him.

The man turned off the engine and sighed helplessly: "Fine, I'm just waiting here, but don't you think that cat is too dirty?"

Even the lowest-ranking men around Samuel were still from wealthy families in the country. They didn't show much respect to He Songfeng, but for Samuel's sake, they wouldn't be embarrassed.

He Songfeng squatted carefully beside the kitten that was as ugly as a goblin. He opened the umbrella and placed it next to the kitten, but the wind and rain were still roaring and taking away the kitten's body temperature.

He Songfeng thought about it and happened to have a YSL tote bag with him, which was made of genuine leather, waterproof and windproof.

He muttered "fortunately" twice to himself, quickly took out the notebook from the bag and put it on the ground aside, then turned the bag upside down, shook the opening downwards twice, and emptied the bag roughly and directly.

He carefully lifted up the kitten's body, frowning anxiously. The kitten's body temperature was even lower than that of his palm, and it was already at the level of hypothermia.

He Songfeng quickly put the kitten into his bag and covered the bag with an umbrella as a second line of defense.

He Songfeng carefully stroked the kitten through the thick outer cover of the bag.

He whispered to the kitten:

"Kitty, if I come back later and succeed in getting the money from that idiot's wallet, and you are still here, you will be my Angel~"

Just as He Songfeng was about to get up, an umbrella appeared above his head.

It turned out to be the man in the car with an impatient look on his face.

Although he had a grumpy expression on his face and was always impatiently urging He Songfeng to get in the car, he was always watching He Songfeng's every move.

After he saw He Songfeng give the umbrella to Xiaomao, he got out of the car with the umbrella, held it over He Songfeng's head, and escorted him until He Songfeng got into the car and was sheltered from the wind and rain. Then he turned around and helped He Songfeng pick up the notebook, keys, lip balm, a hot water thermos and other miscellaneous items on the ground.

After doing all this, he folded his parachute and returned to the driver's seat.

He Songfeng cursed in Chinese: "Dog eunuch."

The other party looked curious, wanting to know what He Songfeng said.

He Songfeng smiled softly and explained softly: "It means that you are really considerate."

"Thank you."

When you're driving in a sports car during a downpour, it feels like the whole world is in slow motion.

Raindrops the size of soybeans hit the high-tech car body heavily, and then turned into a silver-white light wheel, flying rapidly to the rear along the outline.

Everything outside the window becomes the show for this car, firmly supporting the Lamborghini Aventadorz to show off.

The sports car drove through several blocks and gradually entered the wealthy villa area on the top of the mountain in the suburbs. There were often private parties here that lasted all night long, and only wealthy people who were invited were allowed to enter.

To them, He Songfeng was just an ornament, much like the large jewel necklace around his neck.

Led by the man driving the car, He Songfeng walked through a group of men and women in revealing clothes who were indulging in sexual activities, and passed by the drunkards, and came to the top floor of the villa where Samuel was.

There were cigarettes and alcohol on the table, and not far away was a group of young and beautiful people in swimsuits, standing by the pool, laughing and playing.

For those who play in the world, the downpour is nothing more than a special catalyst of passion and desire. They enjoy the suffocating feeling of every raindrop covering their cheeks.

Samuel sat under a parasol, and the people around him were basically in groups, in twos and threes, hugging each other.

Samuel was alone, and after meeting He Songfeng, he looked down on other people.

Samuel waved to He Songfeng, his arms were empty, and he urgently needed a warm body to fill the emptiness and loneliness.

He Songfeng immediately understood that this was a silver party——

Although he had known for a long time that Samuel was a playboy, before that, He Songfeng had always accompanied him to upper-class banquets, at least maintaining a thin layer of decency.

Her face immediately darkened, and she was obviously unhappy sitting in Samuel's arms.

Samuel's fingers gently stroked He Songfeng's cheek, and he tilted his head to leave a kiss on his ear: "Why are you unhappy?"

He Songfeng asked sharply, "Besides me, who else has sat here?"

Samuel answered truthfully, “No one.”

His face, which looked affectionate even to a dog, was now looking at He Songfeng affectionately. The satisfied smile grew deeper as he looked at her. He couldn't help but use his hands to touch He Songfeng's scattered hair, trying to help him fix it.

He Songfeng grabbed Samuel's hand, biting his lower lip resentfully, and asked excitedly: "What about the past? What about your past?!!"

Samuel did not rush to explain. Instead, he took a deep breath, kissed He Songfeng's ear, and then exhaled the hot air into He Songfeng's eardrum, which made He Songfeng tremble all over and throw more complaints at him.

He really enjoyed He Songfeng's jealousy, and he enjoyed He Songfeng's attention to him even more.

Before He Songfeng came, he was nervously making a bet with his companions. He said:

"My Angel would be angry because I showed up in a place like this. He's pure and conservative, a very traditional East Asian. He only loves me and can't accept the existence of other lovers around me."

Samuel won his bet.

Although the people around Samuel kept reminding and hinting to him that He Songfeng was by no means a simple little white rabbit.

But Samuel won in the end. He Songfeng was the simple, poor little angel he wanted, so innocent and clean that he seemed not to belong to this world.

"My past?"

Samuel bit He Songfeng's lips, pressed his forehead against his, and laughed.

At this time, the man sitting next to him shouted jokingly, interrupting He Songfeng's resentment.

"Angel~ Don't you know? He only received his first living allowance from the family trust fund the year he met you, hahahaha! Before that, no one looked down on a poor boy like him!"

This is not false. The year Samuel met He Songfeng, he was driving a sports car, but it only cost one million.

He Songfeng's expression froze and he stood there in a daze.

He was still angry, lowered his head and stopped talking.

Samuel put his arm around his waist and said many sweet words, and built steps under He Songfeng's feet.

But He Songfeng's eyelids drooped slightly, revealing only a pair of dark moles, and he looked at him expressionlessly.

"Angel, don't be angry anymore. I swear to God that you are my only lover and my Dick has only entered your hole."

He Songfeng blushed when he heard this, and quickly glared at Samuel to warn him, and his cold hands anxiously covered Samuel's lips.

"Angel, didn't you bring your bag with you today? Don't you usually take your Mac out of your backpack and do your homework while we drink? Did you finally finish your homework?"

"You're so interested in Angel? Have you applied to Samuel?"

Samuel looked at the man who was responsible for driving to pick up He Songfeng, and a questioning look swept over him. The other party immediately replied: "Angel used his bag and umbrella to carry the cat."

Samuel continued, "Where's the cat?"

The man replied, “On the side of the road.”

"Angel, I don't like pets."

Samuel warned He Songfeng, but at the same time he pinched He Songfeng's delicate hand and said:

"I'll have a new handbag delivered to you tomorrow and I'll tidy up your room as well."

It would be more accurate to say that I was counting my belongings rather than tidying up the room.

He Songfeng thought that if he tried to cash out, Samuel would probably tie him up with chains and torture him three thousand times.

Samuel never gave He Songfeng any cash, not even a pound.

This is also the reason why He Songfeng did not dare to make any unfaithful moves during this year. He could not find a more powerful buyer than Samuel. At the same time, the luxury goods on his body completely tied He Songfeng to Samuel.

Want to leave? First, think about whether you are willing to leave.

"Hahahaha - Angel is so beautiful, look at everyone over there paying attention to him! Of course I can't help but pay attention to him too."

Samuel glanced over and found that everyone was looking at He Songfeng in his arms.

An extremely beautiful, unfamiliar and rare Asian face is destined to become the focus wherever it appears.

Samuel finally decided to put the kitten's matter behind him.

He hugged He Songfeng tightly, and in the envious eyes of everyone on the top floor of the villa, he pinched He Songfeng's lips, and his thumb roughly stroked his lower lip, wiping off a layer of fragrance and applying it to his own lips.

"Kiss me, Angel."

A kiss, touching Samuel's cheek, ended hastily.

Samuel looked at He Songfeng in confusion.

He Songfeng blushed, and both hands clenched the corners of Samuel's clothes. He buried his head in the depths of his arms and pleaded in a low voice: "I can't do it. There are so many people here...

The men around all looked at him with laughter, joking that He Songfeng was a good pet.

Samuel took off his coat and covered He Songfeng's head with it. He lowered his head and got under the coat together, and ordered again: "KISS ME."

He Songfeng changed his hands to pinching the two corners of the hem of his coat above his head, pressing them down firmly, and then he leaned forward and gave her a soft kiss.

Before the kiss reached the other's lips, He Songfeng closed his eyes and trembled shyly.

The kiss went crooked, and Samuel had to help He Songfeng correct the position.

When the kiss reached the depths of passion, He Songfeng's hands dropped weakly to the sides of his body, and he hummed softly through his nose, begging for mercy.

When Samuel took off his coat, the kiss was not completely over. He Songfeng's pink tongue tip was still sticking out of his lips. A silver thread slowly fell from the tip of his tongue, like catkins, to his chin.

Samuel helped He Songfeng put the tip of his tongue back into his lips, pointed his finger at his chin and pushed it upwards, and at the same time helped him close his lips, not allowing He Songfeng to keep his mouth open as if to seduce others to enter.

He Songfeng exhaled a long, tired breath, hid in his coat again, and under the pretext of shyness, lay in Samuel's arms, his cheek resting on his chest.

He was surprised to find that the rhythm of his heartbeat was the same as the DJ's.

He Songfeng felt that Samuel's heart was so noisy that it made his cheeks numb when it beat.

He capriciously pinched Samuel's hand and put it on his cheek, then placed it on Samuel's heart, and the drumbeats became softer.

However, Samuel only had one hand left to drink. Being ridiculed by his friends for being overly indulgent, Samuel smiled and only sighed:

"My, Angel."

Samuel raised his glass with one hand, pointed it at the coat in his arms, and toasted, then continued to chat with his friends about recent events.

From the entertainment industry to the business world and finally to the political world, he has his say in everything.

When the young rich second generation talk about things, they always act like they are the best in the world and are full of energy.

He Songfeng felt his blood circulation blocked after hearing this. Hiding under his dark coat, he secretly hated the rich, and his nails deliberately pinched Samuel's palm to make a crescent-shaped mark that penetrated into the flesh.

Samuel thought it was some strange play, so he opened his palms and let He Songfeng pinch them. The more he pinched, the more pleasurable it felt, and his palms became hotter and hotter.

He Songfeng became even more hostile to the rich.

There are so many rich people, what’s wrong with having one more person!

The most hateful thing is that Samuel is so rich that he doesn’t know how to spend it, but he is unwilling to give even a cent to He Songfeng.

"I hate rich people!"

He Songfeng read out this sentence directly and openly. After all, Samuel didn't understand Chinese, and when he called him a lunatic in bed before, He Songfeng twisted it into "I like you" with sweet words.

Samuel took off his coat and asked curiously, "What's wrong with you?"

He Songfeng trembled violently when he saw the light. He subconsciously hugged Samuel's arm tightly, shivering like a helpless little mouse. He barely calmed down after being comforted by Samuel.

He Songfeng raised his head and cast an innocent look at Samuel for help: "Mr. Samuel, my Mac fell on the car and I haven't finished my homework. I want to get it."

Samuel had no doubt that He Songfeng was a workaholic, and the others acted as if they were used to it, some even starting to shout:

"That's right! This is the normal procedure! Angel should be doing his homework here!"

Samuel waved to the man driving the car and ordered, "Take him to get the computer."

He Songfeng pushed Samuel complainingly, blaming him for not doing it himself.

Samuel dipped his little finger in the wine and smeared it under He Songfeng's lips.

“Cute.”

It took He Songfeng fifteen minutes to go and come back quickly.

But Samuel was not sitting at his seat, but the main seat was not one that He Songfeng could sit in casually. The others hurriedly explained that Samuel had gone to the bathroom to urinate, and took the opportunity to invite He Songfeng to sit next to them and wait.

It was the man driving who patted He Songfeng on the shoulder and motioned him to sit in his seat. Only then did He Songfeng find a place to rest amid the whistles and teasing.

But the targeting of He Songfeng is far from over.

There was a glass of port wine in front of He Songfeng. It was only a one shot and could be finished in one sip.

The color is a silky crimson, the nose is sweet with berries, and it looks like a low-alcohol drink.

"One glass of wine, one hundred dollars." Someone slapped a bill on the table and the money was placed under the bottle of port.

He Songfeng pretended not to hear, his hands resting stiffly on his legs, his fingers tapping nervously.

"Then I'll add another hundred."

"I'll join in too."

"What are you playing? What are you betting on? I'll join in too!"

"How could Angel possibly care about a hundred? I'll give you a thousand."

Soon the chips piled up to three thousand US dollars.

The condition for getting the three thousand dollars is very simple, just take a sip of the wine in front of you.

He Songfeng looked at the group of people in front of him in confusion. Under the malicious gaze of this group of jackals, tigers and leopards who kept approaching, He Songfeng clenched his fists and wrapped them around each other, raised them to the center of his chest, closed his eyes uneasily, and uttered an uneasy request with trembling lips:

"Please don't hurt me like this, I'm scared."

Poor angel with broken wings, praying in vain.

They called He Songfeng an angel, but they were doing things that defiled the angel everywhere.

At this moment, He Songfeng was like a rabbit trapped in the fangs of jackals, tigers and leopards. His eyes were red with panic and fear. It seemed that if the men in front of him took another step forward, he would burst into tears immediately.

So the men did so, and squeezed closer to He Songfeng. The shadows cast by their huge bodies were like bloody mouths that swallowed He Songfeng.

He Songfeng began to subconsciously murmur the name "Samuel" from his lips, treating Samuel as his archangel and longing for him.

But Samuel did not show up for a long time, and the fangs of the men almost bit into He Songfeng's flesh, pinching He Songfeng's arms and waist so painfully.

He Songfeng glanced at the men in front of him with a confused look, and asked helplessly:

"Is it... that if I drink it, you will let me go?"

He Songfeng got a positive answer: "Not only will I let you go, but the money will also be yours."

Under everyone's gaze, He Songfeng raised his wine glass, bit the rim of the glass and took a very tiny sip. He just tasted the wine with his tongue and quickly stopped drinking.

He Songfeng once again clasped his hands to his chest, as if praying, praying that these men who coveted him would let him go.

Far more than three thousand US dollars in bills were scattered in front of He Songfeng.

He Songfeng freed one hand and waved it slightly to refuse, but soon returned to praying anxiously, pleading in a low voice with grievance:

"I don't want money, I just want Mr. Samuel. Please tell me where he is."

In fact, Samuel had been standing behind He Songfeng all the time, silently and looking down at everything that happened to He Songfeng.

Every gesture, every expression, every tone of voice.

Both prayers reached Samuel's heart.

But how could He Songfeng, such a sensitive person, not be aware of the particularly sharp scrutiny behind him?

When Samuel put his hand on He Songfeng's shoulder from behind, He Songfeng's tears immediately fell. She threw herself into Samuel's arms without hesitation, crying so hard that even the hairband behind her ear was messy and scattered.

"Angel, don't be afraid, let's go home."

Samuel put his hands around He Songfeng's neck, neatly grasped He Songfeng's scattered hair, pinched the hairband into his wrist, and fluently tied the hairband back behind He Songfeng's head.

But he didn't know how to tie his hair, so he could only use his hands to hold up his long hair that was flowing like water and wait for He Songfeng to tie it up himself.

Samuel liked to see He Songfeng with her hair tied up, her baby blue sleeves hanging loosely to her elbows, revealing an innocent and slender arm, and her jade-like fingers moving flexibly around her hair.

Samuel would mimic this move in bed, buckling in and twisting it around.

After He Songfeng tied up her hair, her eyes wandered around, and then she hugged Samuel's arms tightly like a frightened little rabbit, and threw herself into his arms and snuggled up to him.

"Everyone...is looking at me."

Samuel was enjoying it so much that even his breathing became heavy. Without thinking, he held the umbrella with one hand, hugged the person with the other, and quickly took Angel away from here.

Samuel got into the car, hooked his arm around He Songfeng's neck and lowered him towards him.

He Songfeng remained indifferent.

The space inside the sports car was already too small, so small that there was only enough space for He Songfeng to reach over the center console to give Samuel a mouth.

As He Songfeng curled up in his seat, he looked even smaller.

"Mr. Samuel, I'm so scared."

As He Songfeng spoke, he slowly looked up at Samuel, his tears streaming down in unison with the rain that was now pouring down the car window.

The rain came down with such force that it seemed as if a hole had been torn in the clouds. The rain roared, drowning out the sound of the entire world.

He Songfeng cried so hard, his timidity tore through the sadness, which came violently.

He Songfeng asked bluntly, "Why? Why did Mr. Samuel let them do this to me?"

Obviously, He Songfeng did not intend to let Samuel's temptation end so easily.

Everything has a price.

Whatever money He Songfeng couldn't get, he had to get back from Samuel in multiples.

"Without your permission, they won't touch me, let alone embarrass me like this."

He Songfeng's body lightly crossed the center console, and he carefully stretched out his arms, hugged Samuel affectionately, and cried fragilely.

"Sir, what did I do wrong?"

His soft body, as thin as a snake, twisted in the narrow cab of the sports car. The coldness of his tears was like the fangs of a poisonous snake, injecting more restless desire into Samuel's subcutaneous blood.

But if you want the antidote, you must first deal with He Songfeng's tears.

"Sir, Angel was willing to be stripped of her name by you, why did you hurt me like this..."

He Songfeng is never called He Songfeng here.

He was named Angel, which wasn't even his official name.

He had no name, only a pet codename given to him by Samuel.

"Sir, I haven't asked you for a penny. If you don't like me, I'll get out of the car now..."

After saying this, He Songfeng began to retract his arms towards himself.

A tear fell heavily on Samuel's palm.

Also smashed down was He Songfeng's broken heart.

"Mr. Samuel, we have no relationship anymore."

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The author has something to say: We never talk about money, but we talk about money everywhere [Rainbow fart]