Chapter 21 Chapter 21 Broken Up
Cheng Qiyong's kiss came extremely quickly and fiercely.
He didn't even take a moment to appreciate He Songfeng's half-tongue-out, deliberately seductive look.
He was the fish caught in the hook that He Songfeng had carefully made, and he was the one who took the bait.
Cheng Qiyong placed his hands on both sides of He Songfeng's narrow waist.
It seemed that with a little force, He Songfeng's slender waist could be completely closed.
Everyone likes to control He Songfeng in this way. His waist has collected many men's palm prints, of different sizes and strengths.
He Songfeng thought, if he blindfolded him one day and took turns pinching him, maybe he would be able to recognize it.
A man, a handsome man, a man who treats everyone with indifference.
The sense of conquest brought by easily strangling someone in the palm of your hand is incomparable to smoking, drinking, and masturbation.
He Songfeng's existence greatly impacts the spiritual threshold of the rich, which is already lacking.
They need such a gorgeous and obedient stimulation.
The silver feathers bumped against each other's lips and teeth, making both of them feel uncomfortable, especially He Songfeng.
In this catastrophe, He Songfeng couldn't help but frown, and the black mole in the center of his eyelid was pulled and deformed.
The hand on his waist was no longer satisfied with just the palm, and He Songfeng was forced to take a step forward in his arms again.
A pair of strong arms, acting as shackles, were clamped on both sides of his waist, completely encircling him.
After crossing the waistline, the palms couldn't find their place and could only droop down in disappointment, but they ended up discovering something more interesting.
In short, the palm found the other half that fit it perfectly, and the palm was lifted up, with the ten fingers concave to form a circle of extremely obvious indentations.
Use force to penetrate the skin and slowly make circles left and right.
Although he was pinching through the clothes, his fingertips were almost pressing into the bones, almost brazenly going over the skin and skeleton and pushing into the bones, as if he wanted to grab the bones inside and pull them out.
He Songfeng let out a few fragmented breathing sounds from his throat, humming and breathing, subtle and difficult to catch.
But the gradually rising body temperature and the increasingly blurred eyes all hinted to Cheng Qiyong: You are a qualified lover.
The honorable student union president actually took pride in serving He Songfeng.
Cheng Qiyong exhaled a stream of hot air heavily from his nose.
The burning heat burned He Songfeng. He opened his innocent eyes, pressed his tongue and let out a sound of discomfort from his throat.
Cheng Qiyong had more self-control than his brother. Although he was obviously on the verge of losing control, he never did anything more obscene and did things quietly and silently.
He Songfeng tolerated his kiss for a while longer and also enjoyed this moment of pleasure.
Just as Cheng Qiyong's hand was about to reach up from the hem of his clothes, his lips were pushed away by a cold feeling.
Suddenly, a hand appeared between him and He Songfeng, cutting off his desire.
He Songfeng stuck out his tongue with silver feathers rolled around it, motioning Cheng Qiyong to take it away.
This was the last enjoyment He Songfeng gave Cheng Qiyong. He could finally take the opportunity to pinch his tongue with his fingers, and nothing else happened.
Cheng Qiyong did not move, and he began to test He Songfeng's bottom line again.
The hook on the tip of He Songfeng's tongue loosened, and the silver feather fell to the ground with a clang.
He Songfeng placed his finger on Cheng Qiyong's lips, tapping gently, and reminded him in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "It's your turn."
Cheng Qiyong understood that he should be restrained and decent at this time.
They should also understand that there is only a simple exchange of money and resources between them, and should not indulge in greed.
But the delicious feast has already entered my mouth, and it is extremely difficult to spit it out.
As strong as Cheng Qiyong is, he behaves almost the same as his younger brother, as if greed and dominance are bad qualities engraved in the Cheng family's DNA.
He Songfeng's body shook, and he was lifted up a lot, then was put down heavily. He stood there as if he had almost fallen to the ground, his ankles numb from the shock.
He Songfeng couldn't help but put on a cold face and warned him: "Please respect yourself."
Cheng Qiyong ignored his emotions and picked up the silver feather from the ground. It was wet with saliva and the dust on it could not be cleaned off for a while.
"Do you want more?"
He Songfeng wanted to take a step back, so he stretched out his hand with his palm facing up.
Cheng Qiyong took out a folded handkerchief from his uniform pocket, unfolded it, wrapped the silver feather, and handed it to He Songfeng.
"Are you afraid that I'll lick your saliva?"
He Songfeng looked up and smiled at Cheng Qiyong. He did not answer the other party's question, but just smiled quietly.
It seems like a joke: Is this even a question?
"It's your turn." He Songfeng reminded again.
Cheng Qiyong nodded, and he returned to the crowd. His figure was gradually submerged in the crowd and could no longer be found.
While He Songfeng was waiting for someone in the corner, he smoothed out his clothes and cooled himself down with a cold face.
He looked like he was keeping strangers away, but in reality, he was secretly suppressing his passionate thoughts. He had to admit that Cheng Qiyong was a very good lover who could serve others.
He Songfeng even secretly peeked at his own body again.
He sighed quietly, thinking that he really had a body full of desires.
He Songfeng waited in the corner for a while.
Dadada——
When he heard footsteps approaching, he immediately stood up straight nervously, his hands hanging down obediently. He carefully clenched his palms into fists and grabbed his sleeves.
Several teachers walked over side by side, looking He Songfeng up and down as they approached.
He Songfeng held his breath, smiled, and showed his most serious side.
"I know this student, and he studies very hard. Since Cheng vouches for his character, there's nothing to worry about. However, there's no time left for you to prepare for the trial lecture. Do you think you can accept that?"
He Songfeng's eyes lit up, and he said with great enthusiasm, "I can accept it!"
He Songfeng rarely uses exclamation marks when speaking, and he hardly even speaks loudly.
Such a sudden contrast made Cheng Qiyong look at him a few more times.
After waiting for a while, He Songfeng was called to go on stage.
The podium was very high, so high that even he, who was not afraid of heights, felt the urge to jump down.
The dense gazes below were like invisible hands invading his whole body, staring at him.
He Songfeng also knew that they were not interested in the results, they were more interested in the scenery under the skirts that He Songfeng could not see.
Looking from the bottom up, it's so enjoyable.
But it doesn't matter.
For He Songfeng, even a lustful gaze is a recognition of his self-worth.
What's more, there are so many people here who are eyeing him, he is simply the most valuable person in this school.
He Songfeng's every smile and frown on the stage aroused more and more desire to carve the correct characters on the inside of his thighs. The crowds of medals were all He Songfeng's medals.
Under the filthy gaze of desire, He Songfeng became more and more confident and reassured.
He finished his speech with a smile, saluted, thanked and then left the stage.
As He Songfeng turned around, countless hands stretched out in front of him, with pleading looks on their faces, hoping that He Songfeng could hold their hands and walk off the stage.
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Cheng Qiyong also came over, "Where's He Songfeng?"
The students backstage were surprised: "He left right after he got off the stage. Didn't he tell you? He said he could leave without permission. It was a privilege you gave him, so we let him go first."
Everyone behind the scenes knew that Cheng Qiyong had acted as a guarantor for He Songfeng.
He Songfeng relied on his good looks to hook up with a rich man. He said that Cheng Qiyong wanted him to do this and that, and no one dared to refute him.
But Cheng Qiyong was not angry at all. For some unknown reason, he took the initiative to talk about him and He Songfeng with others without any hesitation:
"Do you think he's a scumbag who flirts and then runs away?"
The other person's eyes widened and he smiled awkwardly, "How would I know that?"
In fact, I raised the white flag in my heart and shouted: SOS! This is the auditorium, not the big bed room for you and He Songfeng, and I am not a part of your play!
Until nightfall, Cheng Qiyong still had no news of He Songfeng's whereabouts.
Even though he was later certain that the other person was in the dormitory, he had no right to disturb him.
The school was quiet at this time, but the school forums on the Internet were unprecedentedly lively, stirring up a storm of blood and gore.
[Explosive Post] [Doesn't anyone think that guy is pretentious? Oh my god, he really is pretentious, always looking down on everyone. Is he that cool?]
1L: Decoded in seconds, really pretentious, do you think you can do whatever you want just because you are good-looking?
: Suspected of personal attack, the reply has been folded.
: They are all gone. The poster is insulting and pursuing others. He is directing and acting it himself. (Agree +999)
2L: Why are you pretending? You were so serious and reserved during your speech, but after it was over, your eyes sparkled and you smiled shyly. Assistant, please cancel my flight to Taiwan tomorrow because I don't need to go to the Louvre. I've already found my very own Mona Lisa.
The poster replied:?
175L: No buddy, don't you know what kind of person he is in private? Ziwei short video deduction 1 free gift (has been deleted by the administrator and permanently banned)
[Hot Post] [Did He Songfeng force you to read this? Keep criticizing.]
1L: Where can I watch it? Please, I really want to watch this (like +999)
——Post has been closed——
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Fortunately, He Songfeng, as an old cadre, is not interested in worldly affairs.
He knows very little about the Internet, and even if he were to play with his mobile phone, he would not be aware of the bloody situation.
He never imagined that in this small phone, there would be so many people who were obsessed with him, both good and bad.
He was currently cleaning the silver feather that Cheng Qiyong had given him in the bathroom.
He felt that the silver jewelry was worthless and he would owe the person a favor if he took it, so he might as well return it.
But I didn't notice that there was an English logo of a luxury brand engraved on the back of the tie clip.
"If you're going to give a gift, give something expensive."
He Songfeng muttered to himself as he washed and scrubbed.
"Ding-ling-ling... Ding-ling-ling..."
The phone suddenly rang.
He Songfeng glanced at the caller, frowned, quickly finished cleaning, and went back to his room to answer the call.
"Dear, what are you doing?"
Zhao Jieyi's voice was sticky.
He put his legs on the table, his lower body swaying from side to side against the gaming chair, and his left hand fiddling with a thick wad of cash, which he threw into the air as if it were nothing.
Waving it gracefully all over the ground.
He lit a cigarette and sighed.
"I suddenly miss you so much. I'm suddenly so afraid that one day you will leave me. I want to be with you forever. I miss you so much."
The 150,000 yuan in cash was too heavy in his hand, making him feel ashamed and unworthy of it. He felt very sorry for such a good person like He Songfeng.
But sorry is sorry, greed is greed, they should be counted separately.
Even though he felt sorry for He Songfeng, he only came to the Clavicle Bodhisattva named He Songfeng to confess and atone for his sins.
Saying "I love you" reduces one sin.
Just say a few more words and give them a few hundred dollars to fool them, and your sins will be wiped out.
Zhao Jie was in no hurry to continue, waiting for the Clavicle Bodhisattva he worshipped to enlighten him about forgiveness.
"With me? For a long time?"
He Songfeng let out a subtle laugh from his nose.
"But you are neither long nor short."
Zhao Jie took a deep breath, and the cigarette ash fell on his arm, burning him so much that he growled, "Good boy, don't humiliate me like this, I feel good."
He Songfeng didn't want to go through so many twists and turns with him, so he asked for money:
"Zhao Jieyi, I want money."
"You want money again? Where can I get so much money to give you?"
He Songfeng counted on his fingers. He decided to go for a big sum this time. He said to himself, "I want 20,000."
Twenty thousand is indeed a sky-high price for He Songfeng.
His background destined him to have a low understanding of money, and his vision growing up was strictly controlled by Zhao Jieyi.
If it weren't for the four thousand yuan as a foundation, He Songfeng might even have only dared to ask for two hundred.
Because he had been suppressed by Zhao Jieyi like this since he was a child, there were countless times when he felt that even 200 yuan was too expensive for him.
Fifty or one hundred is enough.
"No." Zhao Jie rejected them one by one.
"Really?"
Zhao Jie slammed the table and called him a profiteer.
"No! What the hell is wrong with you? You learned bad things from someone at school, and now you're making money from me? You keep asking for thousands or tens of thousands of dollars. Do you think I'm a wishing tree or the God of Wealth?"
He Songfeng said calmly:
"If there is no such thing, then let's not talk about it anymore. Don't contact me again in the future."
After saying that, He Songfeng hung up the phone.
He Songfeng meant to stop contacting each other, not to break up.
He already regarded Zhao Jieyi as an ATM rather than a boyfriend.
If the ATM cannot withdraw money, then it is useless waste and must be thrown away immediately.
He Songfeng couldn't find any reason to keep Zhao Jieyi in his address book as he was a man with no money, premature ejaculation and a short stature.
Zhao Jie couldn't get through to He Songfeng on the phone, and he didn't answer any unfamiliar calls.
[He Songfeng, don't forget! The nude photos and sex videos stored on my computer, don't you care about them anymore?!]
There was a photo attached to the text message, and the picture was still loading when the second text message came.
[Message me right now and pay attention to me! Otherwise you will regret it!]
The photo shows Zhao Jieyi's computer screen, and the screen content is stuck on the posting page of Jialin Private High School.
【Upload pictures】【Publish posts】
Zhao Jieyi dragged out several videos from his computer files and uploaded them one by one.
It is bright red, charming, and carries a strong sense of humiliation.
It is also secretive, voyeuristic, and obscene.
He Songfeng thought that Zhao Jie would do something like this.
He remained calm and understood that internal conflict was pointless and that he had no choice but to accept it. The worst that could happen was that he would be treated like a bus that could be bullied by everyone.
He thought too highly of Zhao Jieyi and foolishly believed that the scumbag only filmed the video for his own use.
This can be regarded as retribution for being in love, and it serves as a warning to him not to act on his emotions in the future.
"Haha, there are a lot of people around you waiting to fuck you, right? Once I send this video, they'll probably all be eager to ride on you and rape you!"
Zhao Jieyi's words made He Songfeng fall into deep thought.
It’s not about thinking about whether the video will be copied after it is sent out, but thinking about how to charge if it is copied after it is sent out.
He only has a little bit of physical strength. If one or two of those bastards run away in the chaos, and then one or two more run away when he faints from exhaustion, wouldn't he be at a great loss?
He Songfeng was startled, covering his flushed face, staring at the panicked He Songfeng in the mirror and scolding him: "He Songfeng! Gang-frying is wrong, you should have refused it sternly! Why is money all you think about now?"
He Songfeng in the mirror frowned slightly. He covered his burning face and whispered, "But we have to prepare in advance. What if this really happens?"
That’s right… That’s right…
What if it really happened? What if the video got out, and Cheng Yiliao and Cheng Qiyong got in on the act tomorrow or soon? What if Zhou Biao also followed like a fly, finding pleasure just from watching? What if Zhang Hejing also followed and cleaned up the elementary school afterward?
What if there are many more people who are coveting him openly or secretly?
It is necessary to prepare in advance.
He Songfeng reminded himself quietly, and unknowingly, he quietly closed and clamped his legs together.
After she finished reciting those paragraphs of self-talk, she couldn't help but rub her thighs against each other, and her narrow waist pressed against the back of the chair, trembling slightly.
Being with so many people, I didn't feel humiliated, but rather felt a sense of satisfaction.
He Songfeng was secretly amusing himself by squeezing his legs together, but Zhao Jieyi had been forced to bang his head on the table by his unintentional cold violence.
"He Songfeng!!! Say something!!!"
Zhao Jie waited for a very long time, so long that his anger was half extinguished, before he finally heard He Songfeng's nonchalant three-word answer:
【You send it. 】
? ? !
[What do you mean? This isn't what I want to hear. Take it back! Take it back!!!]
【! Message sending failed! 】
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The next morning, He Songfeng went to class as usual.
Since the study abroad class does not have morning self-study courses, their first class will not start until nine o'clock. Therefore, He Songfeng has to finish the class in the preparatory class before nine o'clock and then rush to another building to attend class.
Even though he was so busy, He Songfeng still took out a short period of time during his lunch break and jogged all the way to the Student Union office building.
The student union office building is very quiet today. Most students are in class, and the rest are seniors who have been confirmed to be admitted to domestic colleges or are about to go abroad.
He stood still, pinched the silver feather tie clip in his palm, closed his palms, let the wings press against his fingertips, and felt an uncomfortable swelling pain in the palm of his hand.
Then he slowly put the silver feather into his pocket and walked into the office building.
The student union president's office is easy to find. Just walk along the corridor and look at the door with a sign on the side. You can recognize the room at a glance with the words "Cheng Qiyong" written on the door.
He Songfeng stopped in front of the door, took a deep breath, and exhaled calmly.
He took out the silver feather again, held it in his hand, pressed his thumb on the cold and hard feather and rubbed it, turning the coldness into warmth.
Just as he was about to knock on the door, his raised hand was grabbed and thrown down.
He Songfeng turned his head and saw a man domineeringly squeezing into his eyes. He stood particularly close to him, and even had the urge to get closer, so close that he almost stuck to him.
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