Chapter 66 Chapter 66 Dog training is as easy as breathing...

"ah--!"

He Songfeng was shocked all over, and he stumbled back several times, his back hitting Dou Mingxu's arms hard.

The wisteria flowers swayed violently back and forth in He Songfeng's hands, like a feather fan, scratching the back of his hands, making them itchy and red.

"If I hadn't come today, would you have gone to his bed?"

Dou Mingxu asked straight to the point.

He Songfeng breathed. The wisteria flowers he held in his hands grew still, a few pitiful petals falling to the ground with regret.

During the breathing process, He Songfeng couldn't lower his head. Dou Mingxu's large and powerful palms were like clamps, clamped on his cervical vertebrae, from the mandibular angle to the clavicle, fitting tightly, and forcibly propping up He Songfeng's lowered body.

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Silent.

He Songfeng did not answer. He turned his back to Dou Mingxu, without trembling or fear, and was as calm as a dead fish.

This made Dou Mingxu more eager to know what expression He Songfeng would have at this moment.

Is it a mockery? Or is it fear that has made your soul fly away?

"answer the questions."

Dou Mingxu emphasized his tone and his palms became warmer.

He Songfeng's throat was covered, making it difficult for him to breathe. He Songfeng, who was used to the cold air, could not adapt to the hot air that was heated again.

He Songfeng is best at cold violence. His indifference and alienation can turn a hot-blooded man into a erupting volcano.

Dou Mingxu will not be an exception.

He Songfeng was forced to turn around in Dou Mingxu's palm, from facing away to facing him directly.

Forehead to forehead, no matter how you turn your eyes, you can't escape the jealous eyes in your peripheral vision that are about to be corroded into a pool of molten lava.

He Songfeng's lips touched the man lightly, and the man held his breath, fearing that his hot temper would blow away the fragile wind in front of him.

"Yes."

He Songfeng replied.

His answer to Dou Mingxu was simple, clear, and direct, leaving no room for turning back on the matter.

Anyone can sleep in He Songfeng's arms, as long as that person has what He Songfeng wants, he will not refuse them.

It doesn't matter if you're called a Whore, that's just the truth.

He Songfeng's values ​​have long been distorted by his long-term misfortune, which is actually a kind of luck. At least he will get one of money and love.

Dou Mingxu's thumb pressed against the corner of He Songfeng's jaw, causing He Songfeng to frown slightly and a sore feeling rising from his gums.

Dou Mingxu commented: "You really won't give up until you achieve your goal."

He Songfeng snorted softly from his nose, smiling: "I am such a disgusting person, aren't you very clear about it?"

Dou Mingxu remembered very clearly that a month ago, he called He Songfeng disgusting, which made He Songfeng avoid him for a full thirty days.

I haven't said a word until today.

Dou Mingxu released the force that was pressing on He Songfeng's jaw and smiled at He Songfeng: "You hold a grudge."

"Yeah." He Songfeng nodded and did not deny it.

He Songfeng still maintained the posture of holding the petals in both hands, with his fingers curled inward, carefully protecting the wisteria flowers.

The next second, Dou Mingxu's big hand covered him.

He Songfeng did not resist. He spread out his palms and let Dou Mingxu take the wisteria flowers away rudely as if he was snatching them away.

He knew that Dou Mingxu was not satisfied with his answer, not satisfied with any of his answers.

The current He Songfeng matches Dou Mingxu's sexual orientation except for his appearance, but everything else does not match him, including his temper, conversation and attitude, which are all extremely bad.

"I remember that the day we first met, you seduced me like this."

Dou Mingxu muttered to himself, not forgetting to put his left hand close to touch He Songfeng's cheek, and inserted all five fingers of his right hand into the hair, pinning wisteria flowers on He Songfeng's hair in an extremely aggressive posture.

The wisteria flowers must have been trembling in He Songfeng's hair in a pitiful and shaky posture.

"You're always proactive with men, but why aren't you proactive with me? You'd rather bury your cheap body in the arms of that small shareholder who has no say than bow down to me? What do you mean?"

The taste of Dou Mingxu's writing can mostly be described in one word: vinegar.

Dou Mingxu tightened his fingers and pressed his palm tightly against He Songfeng's scalp, with a lot of dense hair pressed in the lines of his palm.

He lowered his head and looked down at He Songfeng with an arrogant attitude.

He thought that since things had come to this and the person was in his hands, He Songfeng would show weakness.

But He Songfeng just smiled, with an emotionless smile on his face. If you cover the corners of his mouth, there is no emotion in his eyes.

Half a minute passed? A minute? Or even longer...

In short, He Songfeng did nothing.

If the stalemate continues, nothing will happen.

Dou Mingxu's jealousy grew stronger as time went by.

He Songfeng's indifference simply added fuel to the fire of his jealousy, which burned more and more fiercely and inevitably turned into twisted envy.

Jealousy is far more terrifying than jealousy. It is an emotion that is no less than resentment and can eat people alive.

Dou Mingxu's facial features were distorted, his calm brows showed uncontrollable wrinkles, and the corners of his mouth were like a tight rubber band, twitching up and down unbalancedly.

But looking at He Songfeng again, he was as calm as a dead person, and none of Dou Mingxu's emotions could affect him.

Dou Mingxu took a deep breath and made up his mind what he should do.

So he bowed his head to He Songfeng.

Not only did he bow his head, but his entire attitude and mind were leaning towards and bowing to He Songfeng.

He Songfeng suddenly came alive, lowered his clenched hands and quickly stood between him and Dou Mingxu.

"Please don't do this!" He Songfeng's voice choked out, but soon turned into a small voice with a pinched throat, as if he had disturbed someone: "Uncle Lambert, we are having an affair, and we should be as careful as an affair..."

At this time, He Songfeng started to address Dou Mingxu as "uncle" again, and he toughly and deliberately added a spoiler, Samuel, between him and Dou Mingxu.

But Dou Mingxu insisted on kissing him, and He Songfeng's resistance became a colorful little cake, which attracted more attention and made people salivate.

"Okay, I'll take you away."

He Songfeng's palm covering Dou Mingxu's lips turned into a slender finger, touching it lightly and coquettishly: "Then please wait a moment, wait for me for a moment."

He Songfeng turned around and quickly returned to the door of the dining room. The waiter waiting at the door opened the sliding door for him, but He Songfeng stopped at the door and did not go in.

He bowed deeply to the two people in the room. At the same time, the wisteria flower on his head swayed with a snap and finally fell to the ground and broke, and the most tender petals in the center of the flower fell out pitifully.

He Songfeng had no time to take care of the wisteria. He continued talking to the two people in the room: "Professor, Mr. Adrien, I have some things to take care of. I'm sorry I need to leave first. Thank you both for your care today."

"What's the matter? Do you need me to give you a ride?" Adrian stood up and took a few more steps towards the door. If he took a few more steps, he would be in front of He Songfeng.

"No need! But I hope Mr. Adrien can take more care of me in the future..."

At the moment when He Songfeng was speaking, Adrian saw a hand reaching out from outside the door frame. The hand picked up the wisteria flowers on the ground and inserted them on He Songfeng's head. This action was so smooth as if it had been done countless times.

Immediately afterwards, a figure that Adrian was extremely familiar with passed by from behind He Songfeng. At this moment, a hand pinched He Songfeng's waist and abducted him unreasonably.

The series of movements took less than ten seconds, without any unnecessary movements.

He Songfeng let out a startled "Ah!" and looked back. The sound had returned to silence. He was being dragged away by Dou Mingxu as if he had accepted his fate.

Before leaving, the waiter approached with the bill. In a blink of an eye, He Songfeng turned into a pendant that obediently sat in Dou Mingxu's palm, like a wooden man, motionless and silent.

The waiter took the credit card handed over by Dou Mingxu. Dou Mingxu not only paid the bill, but also bought the clothes at the same time. It just so happened that he didn't want to see He Songfeng's men's clothes.

The waiter settled the bill and escorted the guests to the main exit of the restaurant. He folded his hands in front of him and bowed deeply. "Goodbye, both of you."

He Songfeng subconsciously returned the greeting, but as soon as he lowered his head, Dou Mingxu grabbed him by the waist and carried him away. Just then, the doorman had already driven the car to the main entrance of the restaurant, and the door was open, waiting for the guests to take a seat.

He Songfeng was stuffed into the passenger seat, and half of the wisteria flowers withered again under the ravages of Dou Mingxu's vigorous movements.

Dou Mingxu drove the car a few kilometers. Today was a weekday, so there were not many vehicles on the road and the road was smooth.

Taking advantage of the gap between traffic lights, Dou Mingxu turned his head to look at He Songfeng.

He Songfeng was picking the wisteria flowers behind his head. His knuckles, as delicate as white jade, were holding them motionlessly and sincerely like a statue of a Bodhisattva.

He lowered his head very low, looking at the flowers so closely that he almost buried his face.

Looking at the grand bouquet of wisteria that was half withered and half luxurious, He Songfeng's face showed pity and sadness, just like Daiyu burying the flowers.

Just when Dou Mingxu thought He Songfeng would do something to show some mercy to her, He Songfeng chose to simply and roughly clench his palms, as if he was strangling someone's neck.

He Songfeng treated the bunches of wisteria flowers as smelly as mud, rubbing and biting them in his palms. His ten fingers made rough movements as he grabbed the clusters of flowers, gathered them into his palms one by one, and then clenched his palms.

Under the thin skin on the back of the hand are prominent meridians. When the wrist is clenched to the extreme, it trembles. There is a straight depression in the center of the wrist, which is caused by the congestion and swelling of the meridians on both sides.

When He Songfeng opened his palm, the wisteria flower was no longer a flower, but a pool of shapeless mud, with pale purple debris covering his palm lines.

At this moment, there is no trace of withering or fullness. All of them have been beaten into a mess by He Songfeng. It is impossible to tell that they once bloomed so gorgeously and grandly. They are just toys for He Songfeng to vent his anger.

He Songfeng clapped his hands without any burden, shaking off the debris on his body, his chest, his legs, and even sliding deeper into the gap between his legs and the open gap in his collar.

Like blood, it flows everywhere.

Dirty, messy, broken.

He Songfeng breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his fair neck, slowly turned his head, and gave an extremely innocent smile to Dou Mingxu, who was staring at him and was fascinated by him.

He was like a child who knew nothing about the world, not understanding what he had done. He just opened his big, bright eyes and looked at his guardian quietly, seeking a sense of security.

Dou Mingxu's throat tightened as he watched.

He Songfeng was so white, so white that even the dull misty purple turned into bright ghost fire, burning fiercely in his eyes.

It's hot, fiery, and full of sexual excitement.

He is pure and dirty.

God, prostitute, wife and cousin can satisfy all needs in one person and are the most ideal existence.

Dou Mingxu could no longer suppress his primal impulse. He wanted to worship He Songfeng as his god, the supreme god, and to whip his disobedience with a whip. He wanted to use his hands, full of destructive desire, to treat him as ruthlessly as he treated Hua Ye, to ravage him.

Smother him, and make him suffer, until he is like the flowers—

Dou Mingxu grabbed He Songfeng's hand and placed it right in front of his Adam's apple.

His breathing was rapid, his voice was hoarse, and he pleaded sincerely:

"Pinch me."

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