Chapter 81 Greed 24 Hold me in your arms, my dear
Zhou Baiyang heard him say this, but he didn't see any fear from him. Instead, he looked a little happy after venting his anger.
Yes, he is the only one who is really unlucky.
Zhou Boyang came back but didn't let him go to the study. Instead, Kong Yanze was invited to the study by the housekeeper. Zhou Boyang didn't feel that he had escaped. He answered one phone call after another on the way.
All his cards were suspended, and he experienced the feeling of going from being a rich man to being a pauper in just a few hours.
"Sister-in-law!" Zhou Boyang shouted with great energy before he was dragged away. "My card!"
Kong Yanze patted his shoulder. "If you yell a few more times, be careful or he'll make you sleep in the woods tonight."
Zhou Baiyang thought to himself, that’s not necessarily true, but he can’t say that now.
Zhou Baiqiao and he often come to the study room here. Inside is his office, and outside is a two-layer bookshelf running through the middle of the ceiling.
Because Kong Yanze liked to come, a sofa, a few small tables and a few wool blankets were added to the window outside.
On the other side were a few red-brown second-hand cabinets, on which stood an expensive-looking vinyl record player. The entire wall of closets above was filled with Zhou Baiqiao's collection of records, all of which were jazz and classical music that Kong Yanze didn't like to listen to.
The doors of the inner and outer rooms were open. Kong Yanze saw from afar that Zhou Baiqiao took off his glasses and pinched his nose.
In his hands were a tablet and a black and gold fountain pen. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, with black cuffs wrapped around his arms. His collar was open, and a few strands of hair hung down from his forehead.
Kong Yanze didn't rush in. He saw a hardcover copy of "The Lady of the Camellias" with a red background and gold embossing on a small table at the side. He casually flipped through two pages. It was the same copy he had read in Xiaonanyuan.
At that time, he had not finished reading The Lady of the Camellias. He read the entire English version slowly and later did not want to read it again. There are pen marks inside, which shows that Zhou Baiqiao brought it back and finished reading it.
Kong Yanze looked up and met Zhou Boqiao's gaze. He looked very bad, and even a little gloomy between his brows. He moved his eyes downward and saw his gauze-wrapped hand, and frowned.
Kong Yanze walked into the inner room, casually pulled a piece of paper from his desk, picked up the pen beside him, and sat on his lap without even sitting down in the seat next to him.
He lowered his head and wrote his name on the paper. Zhou Baiqiao hugged his waist tightly and smelled the alcohol on him.
"Did you have fun out there today?"
Kong Yanze could tell that he was suppressing his anger, so he lowered his head and concentrated on writing, feeling the hot breath he exhaled lingering around his neck.
"happy."
Kong Yanze had nothing to be unhappy about. He beat someone up, drank some wine, and chatted with an interesting person. Moreover, today was the longest day he had spent outside.
"Finished?"
The paused screen on Zhou Baiqiao's tablet showed the surveillance video of the moment before he took action. Kong Yanze nodded, closed the pen cap, and turned to move closer to him.
"Well, not one was left behind."
Kong Yanze smiled, and Zhou Baiqiao held his wrist and let his fingers rest on his palm. The wounds were not deep, mainly scratches from glass fragments and forceful cuts, but blood was seen after all.
"Will it be difficult?"
Zhou Baiqiao looked down at his hand, his eyes lowered so that his expression could not be seen clearly, and his forehead was tense.
"It won't be me who is in trouble."
Kong Yanze was not worried at first, he leaned over and kissed his forehead, saying jokingly.
"Daddy, I bet you made me the happiest boy in the world." Note 1
Zhou Baiqiao's brows relaxed. He pressed his neck to make him lower his head, and their lips touched. Kong Yanze had already naturally submitted to the entanglement of lips and tongues. It didn't take long before they became too familiar with each other.
Kong Yanze's hand was on his back. The dull pain from the wound made him nervous, with lust and hatred intertwined.
The skin trembles and feels numb at the touch of the other, the ears are filled with the deafening sound of tangled water and heartbeats, and the smells of alcohol, sandalwood, blood, and medicine blend together in a way that can only be shared between lovers.
The extreme sensory filling made Kong Yanze lose consciousness, and the hot breath lingered. His mind was blank, just like every time he was caught in his sight in bed, the wave of pleasure drowned and suffocated him, painful and happy.
Only at this moment could Kong Yanze see the same pain, loss of control, and fear in his eyes.
Kong Yanze leaned back and bumped into the desk. Zhou Baiqiao's hand stopped him from hitting the desk. His sweatshirt was pushed up under his chin. Kong Yanze simply lay on his back on the desk and took a deep breath, his chest heaving. His documents were in his peripheral vision.
Each one of them was proof that he controlled a vast financial empire. He indeed had the capital to be insolent and arrogant, always sitting in a high position and watching the people below struggling and laughing.
Zhou Baiqiao didn't continue, but reached out to pull down his clothes and tidied them up, carefully checking his injured hand. Kong Yanze felt as if he was stabbed in the heart, and suddenly retracted his hand, but Zhou Baiqiao held him tightly.
"Why do you dare to follow them? You can beat them this time, but what about next time?"
Kong Yanze didn't like him saying such things, as if his sincerity was so pure, and he only had a heart full of tenderness and love to pour out to him.
"I know you have been sending people to follow us, and you have a clear understanding of your own skills."
Kong Yanze pulled his hand and sat up. He lowered his eyes, his tone turned cold, but his hand roamed along his chest. He looked up at Zhou Baiqiao's suppressed expression.
"We'd better not talk about this in depth, or we will have a quarrel."
Zhou Baiqiao laughed, but his eyes were full of annoyance and helplessness. He frowned and grabbed Kong Yanze's dishonest hand.
Kong Yanze unbuttoned his clothes with his hands and pressed his fingers on his lower abdomen. Due to his injury, his fingers were not flexible, so he worked slowly and only made his clothes open and messy, making Zhou Baiqiao look disheveled.
"Your hands are injured, stop struggling."
Of course Zhou Baiqiao felt uncomfortable, not to mention Kong Yanze was not sitting still, but the indifferent look on his face hurt him.
The wound was not deep, but after being cut, he seemed to be getting more and more excited, venting his emotions with punches, not afraid of the pain, and not stopping even when he was stabbed by glass shards.
He could torture him in various ways, but not like this.
"fine."
Kong Yanze said this nonchalantly, and was picked up by Zhou Baiqiao and walked towards the connecting door. The study room was connected to the master bedroom. Kong Yanze stopped moving, hugged his neck, and lay on him.
The water was running in the bathroom. Zhou Baiqiao closed the door, put him down, and whispered, "Take it off."
Kong Yanze was reminded of the past because of his words. At that time, when he heard this word, his hair stood on end, and he hugged his arms and trembled, confused and panicked.
Now he just took off his clothes indifferently and stood in front of him. The dense and ambiguous marks on his chest, waist, hips and legs had not disappeared yet, with new and old marks overlapping.
Kong Yanze stepped barefoot on his clothes, naked, and looked at Zhou Baiqiao without any sense of shame.
"Want to be here?"
Zhou Baiqiao just lowered his eyes, tidied up his messed up clothes, picked him up and put him in the hot water.
"Put your hands outside and watch out for yourself so they don't get wet."
He rolled up his shirt sleeves and scrubbed him carefully, massaging his scalp lightly with his fingers, letting the foam float on the water and onto his chest.
Kong Yanze's face was steaming red, filled with water vapor, and his black eyes looked at him wetly. Kong Yanze scooped up water with his left hand and splashed it on his face. His hair was wet and fell down a few strands, and water drops dripped down his chin.
Zhou Baiqiao just looked up at him, held his cheek with his hand and felt the temperature of his cheek.
Kong Yanze was somewhat bored, half lowering his eyes to look at the water, supporting his arm. Soon he found something else to do, and reached his left hand into the water, resting his fingers on his lower abdomen under the water.
His left hand had always been clumsy. Kong Yanze frowned and bit his lower lip as he looked at Zhou Baiqiao. His face became more and more flushed, and his neck and forehead were covered with sweat.
The corners of Kong Yanze's eyes flushed, his lower lip that was bitten by teeth was loosened, his lips slightly opened, his long and thick eyelashes were lifted, and his black eyes were wet with soft impatience and pleading.
Zhou Baiqiao looked at him, his neck and forehead were tense, sweat dripped from his chin, his dark blue eyes were red, but his breathing became lighter, and he lowered his eyes to look into his eyes.
Kong Yanze was like a water fairy, his half-long black hair dripping with water, and the water droplets stopped on his lips. He stood up and rubbed his cheek against his rough palm.
"Help me." The voice was loose yet tense, mixed with the steaming water vapor that almost suffocated Zhou Baiqiao.
Zhou Baiqiao grabbed the back of his neck fiercely and bit his lips, but they separated the next second. He closed his eyes and leaned against him to take a deep breath.
"You've caught a cold after soaking in the water for too long. Come up first."
Zhou Baiqiao picked him up and wrapped him in a bath towel. Kong Yanze approached him barefoot, hugged his waist and pressed against him, water droplets soaked his shirt, and the slightly higher temperature made them both sigh.
Kong Yanze looked at him and rolled his red tongue around the button of his shirt. Zhou Baiqiao looked at him and wrapped his bath towel tightly around him.
"It's easy to catch a cold, so wipe it dry." His voice was hoarse and tense.
Kong Yanze smiled, took a step back, held his injured right hand and asked him to help him dry it, then put on his bathrobe, put him on the bed and tucked in the quilt.
Zhou Baiqiao breathed a sigh of relief and turned to go to the bathroom. Water droplets splashed on the tiles and his intense heartbeat made him dizzy. Zhou Baiqiao flushed with cold water, and the stream of water flowed down his tense back muscles.
He tilted his head back with his eyes closed, his hair and eyelashes were wet, his suppressed groans were low and dull, veins in his arms were bulging, and the sound of the water drowned out the slightest gurgling sound.
When Zhou Baiqiao came out in a bathrobe, he had already closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep, breathing lightly. Zhou Baiqiao embraced him, his eyes were soft and gentle, he buried his head deeply in his body, took a deep breath, and kissed his forehead.
"good evening."
There is an eerie harmony in the manor these days, except for the penniless and down-and-out Zhou Boyang, who has to play the role of a depressed, hopeless and regretful young master at the dinner table every day.
Zhou Baiqiao didn't leave these days, and he worked from home when he had something to do. Kong Yanze would stay next to him to watch movies, read books, and occasionally listen to Zhou Baiqiao's collection of vinyl records.
This thing looks simple, but Kong Yanze couldn't figure it out after spending a long time. Finally, Zhou Baiqiao walked up to him and patiently taught him how to do it.
A high male voice flowed out as smoothly as a spiral, and as slow as a circle. Kong Yanze leaned against the cabinet and smiled.
“What an old song.”
Zhou Baiqiao pulled up his hand, held up the gauze-wrapped hand, looked at it, and smiled.
"It's a bit old."
Kong Yanze lowered his eyes and listened.
“Put your head on my shoulder”
"Hold me in your arms baby"
…
“Put your lips next to mine dear”
"Wont you kiss me once baby..." Note 2
When Kong Yanze heard this, he suddenly held Zhou Baiqiao's arm, tilted his head and gently kissed his lips, then smiled and separated and kissed again.
Zhou Baiqiao is not only Liu Xiahui, he is almost like Plato. Kong Yanze lets him go, he will take a few days off anyway.
I just found out today that Zhou Boyang's mother, Zhou Man, the only elder in the Zhou family, had a private party, and Zhou Boqiao insisted that he go too. He had too many marks on his body, so Zhou Boqiao gave him a day off.
Of course, this is what Kong Yanze felt.
The day before leaving, Zhou Baiyang suddenly hesitated to him, his face full of embarrassment and nervousness.
"Sister-in-law, I only recognize you in my heart."
Kong Yanze thought he was having mental problems again, glanced at the calm Zhou Baiqiao, and kicked him under the table.
As soon as Zhou Baiqiao raised his eyes, Zhou Baiyang immediately continued to play dumb. His card had not been unfrozen yet, so he was behaving himself.
"If someone wants to tell you something, don't pay attention to them, no matter who it is."
"Including your aunt?"
"Um."
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