Chapter 65 Greed 8 Sincerity is different
Kong Yanze was soaked until he remembered that he didn't take anything. He sat on the tile floor of the bathroom for a while. The feeling of his clothes sticking to his body was even worse.
He didn't seem to draw the curtains on the balcony, but there were not many people in the yard at this time, and everyone was busy in the front yard. Kong Yanze smoothed his hair, revealing his eyebrows and eyes, and casually pushed his hair behind his head, and took off his clothes, including his underwear.
Fortunately, he found a bathrobe in the bathroom. At this time, he didn't care whether it was damp or not. He just put it on, tied the belt, and walked out to get his clothes.
Boom boom boom.
Kong Yanze heard a knock on the window. He was surprised and quickly opened the curtains. He saw Zhou Baiqiao with his hands in his pockets.
The person who came was unexpected, but also somehow within his expectations. Kong Yanze always felt relieved when he saw him, as if he was allowed to put those things aside for the time being.
"Uncle Zhou, you're here."
Zhou Baiqiao's gaze narrowed slightly, from his slender neck, the chest exposed by the movement, to the long legs dangling outside the hem of his clothes, the slender but beautiful and powerful thin muscles, the Achilles tendon contracted, and the pink toes lying on the wooden floor.
So white and tender.
In fact, compared to the first time we met, he is now wearing a cross-strap vest and shorts, and his exposure is not that much.
But he was wearing a bathrobe, and the exposed parts were wet with water droplets, his skin was soft as silk, and the water droplets were damp, rolling, sliding down, licking the wet marks on his skin, and dripping again.
There is a sense of privacy that breaks the distance.
Zhou Baiqiao didn't expect this scene. He subconsciously touched a cigarette and put it in his mouth, not for smoking, but because he felt addicted.
"Uncle Zhou, please sit down for a while. I'll go change my clothes first."
The bedroom is connected to the bathroom and cloakroom, and is semi-open. Zhou Baiqiao nodded slightly, and with his back to him, he was looking at the trophies and messy certificates on the shelf, as well as some photos, and he seemed to be very interested in them.
Kong Yanze had been barefoot all the time. He left a trail of wet footprints when he walked over just now, and left another trail of footprints when he walked over. Zhou Baiqiao leaned on the cabinet beside him. He was too tall, so the cabinet could not be leaned against. It was like a toy behind him.
He lowered his head and looked at the footprint, then suddenly bit something, his jawline tightened, his thick Adam's apple rolled, and he pinched his big hands on the edge of the table. The bones and muscles on the back of his hands rippled, and the veins bulged, venting some empty power.
He scanned the area slowly and found a photo at the innermost side of the cabinet. Zhou Baiqiao took two steps inside and picked up the photo, but didn't look at it yet.
"Uncle Zhou, there is a sofa chair. Please sit for a while."
Kong Yanze took out his shirt and shorts, and when he stood up and untied the belt, he suddenly remembered this matter, and then heard his low and hoarse response, which sounded a little casual and absent-minded.
Kong Yanze couldn't remember to look left and right before getting dressed. The mirror in the cloakroom was thrown aside and he had completely forgotten its existence.
Zhou Baiqiao held the photo frame, but his eyes were not on it. He bent his body a little, holding the wrinkled cigarette in his mouth, raised his eyelids to hide the small mole, and looked directly at the small reflection on the mirror.
A polite uncle who knows when to advance and when to retreat should have avoided it awkwardly. The bright mirror reflected a cold light, revealing only one side, and the bathrobe was half taken off first.
He was lucky. Zhou Baiqiao's fingers stroked the wooden photo frame, and two strands of hair fell off his forehead.
The hem of the dress hung down half way, revealing her white and smooth shoulders and shoulder tops with sleek lines. The dangerously concave curve and the smooth and tight thin muscles outlined her narrow waist, but the belt was hooked on her hips and did not fall off for a long time.
Zhou Baiqiao's eyes were steady, even calm.
The person inside turned halfway and the belt finally fell off.
"Uncle Zhou, aren't you busy lately?"
Zhou Baiqiao's eyes moved slightly, his brows twitched almost imperceptibly, and he answered him as usual, his tone was still gentle and casual, the tone of an elder's greeting, and at the same time he tilted his head slightly.
Zhou Baiqiao has a three-dimensional and delicate facial contour, with a straight nose that looks a bit humpy from the side, a noble and superior bone structure. However, his eye sockets are deep, his long straight eyelashes droop a bit, and his expression between his eyebrows is always cold and even a bit tired.
This makes him feel distant, and people misunderstand him as lazy and relaxed, and a little indifferent to desire. For him, he rarely needs to restrain and endure, and excessive satisfaction always drowns out his burning desire.
But now it seems to be the opposite. His body is filled with restlessness and desire to vent. The more he thinks about it, the colder he feels. Desire is endless, but satisfaction also has an end.
The tender lamb with snow-white skin and flesh inside was unaware of anything and stretched out his young and lively body.
He bent down and stepped on his shorts, his waist bent over, the muscle lines on his back undulated, his spine protruded, and his snow-white, round and perky breasts were more than usual, reaching the point of being private and sensational, the world of adult carnal desires.
Carnal desires are very difficult to satisfy. Zhou Baiqiao bit the cigarette holder, feeling that this dissatisfaction itself was also a part of the sweetness of desire, just like the sour and tender green peaches and the juicy and sweet plump peaches.
The cotton pants were soft and fitted, hiding his young and beautiful body. Zhou Baiqiao stopped at the right time, with a bit of gloom between his eyebrows, like a carnivore that licked a mouthful of raw flesh but was unable to eat it.
"Uncle Zhou, what are you looking at?"
Zhou Baiqiao looked up at Kong Yanze who came out with a dry towel draped over his body. He was sitting with his legs crossed on the sofa chair that the children had arranged for his uncle, still holding the photo frame in his hand.
Zhou Baiqiao raised his hand and glanced at him casually, saying uncertainly: "Is this you? I thought it was a little girl."
Kong Yanze leaned over to take a look, uttered an "ah", and felt a little embarrassed. A drop of water from Kong Yanze's hair splashed onto the back of his hand, and Zhou Baiqiao raised his finger but did not move.
"It happened when I was a kid. I was learning to dance and there were many girls around me. They wanted to dance Little Swan and insisted on dragging me along. They also put a skirt on me. I took this photo to commemorate the first time I wore a skirt."
Kong Yanze sat casually on the armrest of the sofa chair with his long legs apart. The two of them were not far from each other, and a peaceful smile appeared on his face when he talked.
"I am taller than all of them. Standing next to them, I look like a goose, not a swan. And it is so awkward to dance in a skirt. I can't let go at all."
Zhou Baiqiao looked down at the photo again, with a look of embarrassment and helplessness on his face, but he was smiling when looking at the camera, as if he was trying his best to be an elegant and beautiful white swan, but he didn't know that he already was one.
"Oh, I forgot to get you some water."
Kong Yanze was a little flustered. Apart from Aunt Chang and his brother, there was no one else sitting in his bedroom, especially an elder. Maybe he should pour some water?
"No need." Zhou Baiqiao stood up and walked behind him.
He was still looking for the cup, and the man's low and steady voice was already close to his ears. "Don't move."
Kong Yanze didn't hear the tone of his pressure, but he subconsciously stood there with the cup in his hand. Zhou Baiqiao pulled the towel from his neck, without even touching him, and pulled it away.
Zhou Baiqiao was very tall, at least 1.93 meters. He didn't need Kong Yanze to be shorter, so he unfolded a dry towel and placed it on his head.
He didn't get too close, deliberately keeping a proper distance, not too intimate, and wiped his hair with his fingers through the towel.
Kong Yanze inexplicably felt at peace, a little dependent and enjoying himself, but also felt that he was being a little presumptuous.
"It will...it will be done by itself in a while."
Zhou Baiqiao didn't answer and took away the towel. His hair was almost dry. He lowered his eyes and saw his red ears.
"You still have to wipe it."
Kong Yanze responded hesitantly, and only felt more at ease when Zhou Baiqiao returned the towel to him.
"Uncle Zhou, do you usually wipe your child's hair? After you wiped it, his hair wasn't messy at all."
Zhou Baiqiao's eyelids jumped: "Children? I don't have any wife or children."
Kong Yanze exclaimed. In his opinion, Zhou Baiqiao was a generation older than his father. Besides, people in high positions like him usually had families and several children.
But then again, he's actually only 29, and he may not be married with kids, and he doesn't sound like a father when he speaks.
"Ah, sorry, I just feel like you're very kind, Uncle Zhou, like a good father with children?"
"You're probably the only one who says that."
Zhou Baiqiao threw the unlit cigarette into the trash can without looking at Kong Yanze, so he couldn't tell what he meant.
"Did you go out last night? I didn't see you this morning."
When Kong Yanze heard this, he remembered what happened last night and his mood dropped. He still remembered that it was Wang Zhiyan who rescued him and sent him back.
If it wasn't Wang Zhiyan, anyone else would probably wake up in Fang Zijing's bed at this time.
It's not that he is completely ignorant of that kind of thing. He has seen men and women climbing into bed and throwing themselves at each other in order to compete for roles and sponsorship, and he has also seen people having to submit when they are favored.
There were people among them that he knew, and more than one of them had told him that he was lucky to be a child of the Kong family and that he should just dance quietly.
Is that really the case? Kong Heng has kept him for such a long time, and he will not let him go free until he has squeezed out every last bit of value from him.
He had always understood it, but he just didn't want to think about it, and he had never personally experienced power, authority, and domination. Last night, he felt it concretely, and it was something that made you dare not resent even when your dignity was repeatedly crushed.
He was just a resource among them, not seen as a human being, but a beautiful thing, a pet.
"It doesn't look very pleasant. Did you fight with them again?"
The more Kong Yanze thought about it, the colder he felt. Zhou Baiqiao's calm question calmly brought him back to his senses.
"Yeah." Kong Yanze forced a smile. "I lost, so I can only apologize and give in."
Zhou Baiqiao nodded slightly and asked him again: "Then do you want them to bow their heads and admit their mistakes to you even if you lose the fight?"
His tone was still calm and indifferent, but Kong Yanze felt as if he had touched a needle in the soft cotton, which pricked him a little.
“It’s too difficult to do.”
"Then you can only ask your father for help." He was joking again, Kong Yanze guessed.
Kong Yanze forced a smile and said, "Kong Heng, that old... old but still strong man, won't help me."
Zhou Baiqiao nodded, showing no surprise at his words.
"The relationship between all things, if examined in detail, is nothing more than an exchange. Some are emotional, some are material, but no matter what, there is always a give and take."
"There is no relationship where only one person gives? Or a situation where one party terminates?"
"Yes, since you are in control of this transaction, you can cheat at any time."
"The other party can only admit it with a pinch of the nose?" Kong Yanze subconsciously replied.
Zhou Baiqiao was looking at the trophies he had placed in his cabinet, as well as a few photos that captured his dance moves.
"Not only that, but you can take whatever you want."
Kong Yanze shook his head and looked at the small peach tree in the yard: "I don't like this. If this is the case, being willing is like a fool's joke. Sincerity is different."
"Love is different."
He looked at Zhou Baiqiao a little embarrassedly, and unknowingly said something that made him feel sick.
“You’re cute.”
Zhou Baiqiao suddenly smiled, lowered his eyelashes, and looked up at him again. The light and shadow in the room were cast on his face, making it blurry and unclear. The faint shadows in his eye sockets made it impossible to see the emotions in his eyes.
Kong Yanze was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, Zhou Baiqiao stood up and left. Before leaving, he told Kong Yanze that Kong Heng had repaired his house.
"I'm leaving tomorrow, so I'm here to say goodbye to you."
Kong Yanze felt inexplicably reluctant, but he also knew that this day would come.
"Ah, the peach..."
Zhou Baiqiao seemed to have expected him to ask this question. He reached out and picked up a strand of his hair, then answered slowly.
"Don't worry, you will send it over."
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