Chapter 26 Chapter 26 Dog bites dog: Zhao Jieyi's defeat...
He Songfeng said nothing.
He neither agreed nor refused.
He has always been like this.
With silent connivance, it is impossible for Cheng Qiyong not to take the next step.
Cheng Qiyong smiled contemptuously, his palm signing the contract for this unfair transaction of power and sex.
The kiss mark on the back of He Songfeng's foot is the private seal carved by Cheng Qiyong, which means that this item completely belongs to its owner.
The power-for-sex transaction seems to have been reached.
So Cheng Qiyong simply pulled He Songfeng out of the chair, carried him to the cold, hard table and put him down.
The status of the two people suddenly took a sharp turn.
He Songfeng was sitting and Cheng Qiyong was standing.
He Songfeng should have been looking down at Cheng Qiyong from above, but suddenly, he was half a head shorter than Cheng Qiyong.
He completely became a sex toy that looked up to his master.
He Songfeng's front feet fell down and hung in the air, and the next second they were lifted up by a hot palm.
The forefoot of his right foot touched Cheng Qiyong's palm.
It was like a white jade statue of a suffering Bodhisattva, which should have been placed on an altar to be revered and worshipped, but now it was rudely pulled down by a believer and played with in his palm.
But the White Jade Bodhisattva did not feel that he was suffering.
He lowered his eyes, forcing the believer, who was a head taller than him, to cooperate humbly.
The tip of her toes deliberately touched the hungry hand, just close to it, like a dragonfly skimming the water, making the hand look like a pug, inseparable.
Cheng Qiyong enjoyed being teased by He Songfeng. His free hand was busy unbuttoning the first button of He Songfeng's shirt. "You should have done this a long time ago. Why are you being so stubborn and suffering in vain?"
He Songfeng wrapped Zaoci's hand and pushed him out, while putting down his feet, deliberately letting Cheng Qiyong have it for a brief moment.
He raised his head, smiled lightly and asked:
"I was suspended from school. Did you contribute to the situation?"
Cheng Qiyong paused, pinched He Songfeng's palm as a deliberate punishment, and squeezed it hard.
Warn He Songfeng that this issue is very dangerous.
He Songfeng's calm and composed face frowned slightly, but soon relaxed.
She was neither ashamed nor angry, and seemed to have accepted the inevitable outcome of being raped, so she decided to say some intimate and ambiguous words to the owner of the seal.
"If you don't do this, I won't come to you. Do you dream about me taking off my clothes and putting them into your mouth?"
Cheng Qiyong took a deep breath, with no intention of breaking up. He smiled with He Songfeng and spoke politely without missing a beat:
"If something like this happens, the school will eventually expel you regardless of whether I was involved or not. But at least you are only suspended now."
“…………”
He Songfeng had a smile on his face, his eyes were devoid of emotion, and he continued to maintain his dignity.
He slowly stretched out his finger and pointed it at the tip of Cheng Qiyong's nose, like a Bodhisattva spreading the rain of blessing, and lightly touched the burning spot with his fingertips.
"That means you have a part in this matter."
Cheng Qiyong pushed forward again, causing He Songfeng's fingertips to dig into the flesh, carving a bleeding crescent-shaped wound.
Both of them were smiling without any emotion. When He Songfeng pushed dignity towards him, he was responsible for pushing it back:
"I'm helping you. Suspension is better than expulsion. Expulsion will leave a mark on your file, and then all the schools will know what you did."
He Songfeng asked sharply, "What have I done? Is there anything I wanted to do?"
Cheng Qiyong remained respectable and said calmly:
"Making love is something you do yourself."
He Songfeng was stunned.
He must have been a little bird in his previous life. When he felt insecure, he would spread out his feathers to make himself look bigger in order to intimidate his enemies.
He Songfeng was like this. He sat up straight, with his head held high and his chest puffed out, no longer looking down.
Even the foot that was stepping on the opponent's palm was deliberately pressed down, forcing Cheng Qiyong to bend down, as if he was bowing to He Songfeng.
He Songfeng didn't want to make love with such a smart and tough man. It wasn't like she had only kissed this man.
So, he simply refused:
"That's why I won't do it with you."
He Songfeng turned around, supported the table with one hand, used Cheng Qiyong's palm as a step, and stepped down steadily from the table.
He picked up his socks and shoes from the ground, held them in his hands, and walked outside barefoot.
Cheng Qiyong pulled the person back, and the sudden dizziness made He Songfeng think that the rape scene would be staged today.
He, this weak and defenseless little bird, was startled, and his empty aura was almost about to collapse.
Fortunately, He Songfeng managed to conceal his leaking momentum.
He Songfeng fell into the office chair again and sank into it.
Cheng Qiyong stood in front of him, casting an objectifying gaze down at him.
He Songfeng could no longer maintain his calm expression. His wide-open eyes were filled with suffocating vigilance.
"Do not touch me."
He uttered a dry warning from his dry throat, but his limbs, which had collapsed, were all telling Cheng Qiyong:
If you want to do something wrong, this little bird with a broken wing will not resist, at most you will just be hated by him.
He Songfeng's feet once again felt warm as he stepped on the ground. He looked down in surprise.
Cheng Qiyong actually knelt on one knee and helped him put on his socks.
But He Songfeng's posture was not very serious.
He spread one leg out to the side and placed it fragilely on the chair leg, while the other hand was on Cheng Qiyong's knee.
As long as Cheng Qiyong wanted, he could grab He Songfeng's legs and push them up at any time until his knees touched his collarbone.
Put He Songfeng in a shameful posture where he can be slaughtered
But the other person just lowered his head, staring intently, and put on the socks he had taken off with his own hands, pulling them up little by little, and even smoothing out the rolled edges of the socks one by one.
He Songfeng struggled and was warned by the other party by twisting the flesh on the inside of his thigh.
"Sit still, I'll help you put it on."
He Songfeng snorted coldly: "Hypocritical."
But after cursing, He Songfeng stopped struggling.
He had a cold face, snorted reluctantly from his nose, and pretended to enjoy Cheng Qiyong's service.
He watched Cheng Qiyong help him put on his socks and shoes. Even though the soles of his shoes had made his expensive suit pants gray and dirty, Cheng Qiyong continued to tie his shoelaces without changing his expression.
After putting everything on, she pinched He Songfeng's ankle and placed it on her shoulder. She leaned over and tilted her head, leaving a light kiss on the slender ankle.
"You will come back. I'll wait for you to take the initiative."
He Songfeng stood up, smoothed out the wrinkles on his shirt hem that had gathered from sitting down, and snorted coldly, "Pretentious."
Cheng Qiyong looked relieved after being scolded, and pulled out a stack of tissues to wipe his hands.
He Songfeng walked out step by step with laughter.
"Wait——" Cheng Qiyong suddenly called him.
He Songfeng stopped, but did not turn around to face him.
Cheng Qiyong came around, his smile suddenly cooling into a dangerous scrutiny.
His eyes were fixed on He Songfeng's tie. He raised his hand, pinched the hem of the tie, and slowly slid it upwards.
Slide it from the tail all the way to the tie knot.
He pinched the tail with his left hand and held the tie knot with his right hand.
He Songfeng was so nervous that he didn't dare to breathe.
Tie clip——
He lost his tie clip!
It was obvious that the two of them were not in a serious relationship, but He Songfeng still felt a sense of crisis that his affair would be discovered.
Suddenly - the tie hanging around his neck became the rope to hang him.
The tie was so tight around his neck that there was no space left. His already thin neck suddenly became like a swan's neck, and it was almost broken.
He Songfeng refused to show weakness and fought back without saying a word. He pinched his fingers on Cheng Qiyong's arm and pinched down hard, leaving circles of bloody crescents.
Their eyes met, and they were at loggerheads, neither of them willing to give in first.
One wanted to strangle the other, and the other also wanted to strangle the other.
Yet they tacitly maintained a decent smile at the same time.
No one spoke, no one asked for help.
There was only a weird smile, which was distorted and became more and more bloodshot as they looked at each other.
Finally - Cheng Qiyong chose to retreat.
He Songfeng's body suddenly collapsed. He took a deep breath and pinched Cheng Qiyong's arm.
He almost pinched the broken crescents into a whole, and his nails were red, all with Cheng Qiyong's blood.
He Songfeng took two deep breaths, and his thin body was filled with oxygen, and he came back to life.
He acted as if nothing had happened, composed his expression, turned to look at Cheng Qiyong, and stared at him coldly.
Cheng Qiyong's expression was also cold, but he still held He Songfeng's hand politely and walked him out.
Cheng Qiyong warned him: "Don't let me find out again."
He Songfeng said "hmm".
When he heard the sound of Cheng Qiyong's office door closing, his body suddenly collapsed. He wanted to run countless times, but when he lifted his legs, he staggered forward and almost fell to the ground.
He walked quickly, holding on to the wall, and rushed into the bathroom as fast as he could.
Two arms, as thin as bamboo poles, were fragilely supported on the marble countertop, so fragile that they seemed like they would break in two at any time with a click.
He looked up and the handsome man in the mirror gave him a pitiful look.
He lowered his head, and the poor man reflected in the water complained to him.
Cheng Qiyong's methods were more sophisticated than He Songfeng's, and the marks of tightening were completely hidden under the tie.
As long as He Songfeng didn't take off his tie, no one would know that he had suffered such abuse.
He filled a pool with water, dipped his hands in it, and rubbed them back and forth until his fingers became swollen and white, and his skin was broken, only then did he dry his fingers with satisfaction.
When he looked up again, the handsome man in the mirror was still looking at him with concern.
He Songfeng straightened his tie, covering the marks tightly, as if nothing had happened, and comforted him gently:
"I'm fine. I'm fine."
He Songfeng returned to the dormitory, but didn't stay for long. He took down the big red certificate framed and hanging on the wall and held it in his arms.
Then, braving the scorching sun, he returned the certificate to the administrative office.
During this time, He Songfeng had to bear another heavy burden.
"The school has discovered that your bank account records show thousands of dollars being transferred in. They suspect you're not a needy student, so they've decided to withdraw your poverty aid. You must pay the previous meal and accommodation fees immediately, otherwise it will be recorded on your file."
"…………good."
He Songfeng suddenly thought of Cheng Qiyong's reminder to him. The other party was certain that He Songfeng would come back and find him on his own initiative.
Therefore, it was hard for He Songfeng not to think of Cheng Qiyong when faced with this sudden second disaster.
Docile pets will be rewarded, but if they are disobedient, Cheng Qiyong will break their bones as a warning.
He Songfeng slowly realized that he had offended a petty control freak.
"It's alright, go back to the dorm and pack your things."
The director took the certificate, removed the photo frame, folded a piece of red paper in half, tore it twice, and threw it into the trash can.
He Songfeng didn't leave, staring at the bright red in the trash can, "Can I take the torn certificate?"
The director's expression was suppressed, but he couldn't hide his disgust.
"What's the use of this thing?"
"It's already trash, can I pick it up?" He Songfeng asked unwillingly.
Zhao Jieyi is no longer his boyfriend, he has no lover.
The little money left had to be used to pay the tuition fees.
He had fallen into a state of having nothing, and this certificate was the only comfort in his poor and miserable life.
He Songfeng bought the photo frame himself, and he also hammered the nails into the frame and hung it on the wall.
This piece of red paper is everything to him, his only one.
The director shook his head: "No, this is school property."
"But it's just a piece of paper..."
"So what? This is the school's property, not yours."
The director's position in this school is just a small messenger, but in front of He Songfeng, his power suddenly rises to the peak.
A small right can cause great trouble to a poor person.
Listening to the other person's repeated pleas and then gently shaking your head can make the other person look desperate.
"Okay, I understand. Thank you."
I walked out of the office and stood on the endless corridor, with the setting sun slanting in.
He Songfeng's body suddenly lost all color, leaving only paleness, as if the red paper was red because it had absorbed all of He Songfeng's blood.
The bell rang for the end of get out of class.
A group of laughing students rushed out of the classroom, and they followed He Songfeng away.
When he turned around and found that it was He Songfeng, he immediately showed a teasing and playful expression. No matter what they were talking about just now, they must be talking about He Songfeng at this moment.
Talk about He Songfeng's legs being placed on his shoulders, his body being forced to spasm and twitch, and him holding hands with someone unconscious.
Finally, we talked about how he appeared to be serious on the surface, but was actually a slut and adulterer. We stripped him of his clothes with words and wantonly put ourselves into the camera without showing our face.
It was as if I was the one sleeping in the same bed with her that night.
"He Songfeng, is that really you in that picture?"
"He Songfeng, who took the photo for you? Are you still in need of an actor? I promise to make you pass out with pleasure."
"He Songfeng, lie down and look at the camera."
He Songfeng really looked over without changing his expression, but the man suddenly stopped talking again.
Those people were blocking the road and He Songfeng couldn't leave, so he simply stayed and let this group of people do what they wanted.
If someone says something interesting and loud enough, He Songfeng will give them an extra look.
That group of people always thought that by shouting they would see He Songfeng collapse and lose control, but when they looked over, no one dared to really look at He Songfeng.
However, soon a strong voice came, calling the wind and rain, cutting off all the malice.
"If you keep yelling, I'll break all your teeth!"
Cheng Yiliao grabbed his hand and forcibly led him out of the crowd, shouting viciously as he walked: "Watch your mouth! That person is not He Songfeng, it's someone who hates him and wants to harm him. If you keep talking nonsense, don't blame me for being rude."
Cheng Yiliao was even more anxious to clarify the matter than He Songfeng, the center of public opinion, and punched others in the face.
The emperor is not in a hurry, but the eunuch is in a hurry to materialize at this moment.
"Get out! Everyone, get out!"
Cheng Yiliao led a group of younger brothers to break through the crowd. Soon, the group of onlookers dispersed in fear. The person who shouted the loudest just now was forced by Cheng Yiliao to apologize to He Songfeng.
Then he kicked him in the waist, causing him to scream in pain and crawl away.
Cheng Yiliao leaned against the wall and hugged He Songfeng, burying his head in his arms and leaving circles of red marks on He Songfeng's cold and pale shoulders.
"You're only mean to me. They say that to you, and you don't refute them."
He Songfeng lowered his eyes, allowing the other person to squirm in his arms. He said lifelessly, "That's me. Why should I refute it?"
Cheng Yiliao was shocked.
He had the uncensored video of He Songfeng in his hand, and he knew better than anyone that the man with a cramped lower abdomen in the video was He Songfeng.
"Hey - I don't want to talk to you about this. I have a surprise for you. Come with me."
Cheng Yiliao grabbed He Songfeng's hand and hurriedly led people out.
He Songfeng shook his hands and refused to move.
Cheng Yiliao simply picked the man up by the waist and took him away by force.
He Songfeng's fingers pinched Cheng Yiliao's shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks. His fingertips were once again filled with the bad man's flesh and blood.
But no matter how hard he pinched, it couldn't change the fact that Cheng Yiliao had stuffed him into the passenger seat.
Cheng Yiliao helped him fasten his seat belt, rubbed his bloody shoulder, took a deep breath, and begged He Songfeng, "My good master, please sit still and don't take the steering wheel from me on the road."
He Songfeng frowned and slapped Cheng Yiliao on the face, "Who is your master?"
Cheng Yiliao once again picked up He Songfeng's hand, taught him how to use force correctly, and gave him a painful and numb slap in the face as a lesson for himself.
Snap——
Cheng Yiliao's chest sank heavily, then he slowly straightened it up and took a deep breath that was so comfortable that his scalp tingled, and his heart buried in his chest was pounding with pleasure.
He took advantage of the fact that He Songfeng was locked in the seat belt and boldly squeezed against him, holding He Songfeng's hand and pressing it against his heavy, heaving chest, forcing He Songfeng to feel the pounding of his heart.
Force this heartbeat into He Songfeng's fingertips.
"You, you train me like a dog, so now that I recognize you as your master, you have to be responsible."
The fingers are connected to the heart, and He Songfeng's heart is forced to keep up with this rhythm.
My heart beat so fast for the first time, my blood surged, and the sour and swollen emotions surged out uncontrollably.
He Songfeng stared at him and scolded him: "Stupid dog."
"I'm going to drive, so please don't grab the steering wheel. If I die, who will be your dog to coax you?"
Cheng Yiliao let go of He Songfeng. He put his hands on the steering wheel, looked straight ahead, and backed the car out of the parking space little by little.
Turn and step on the accelerator to drive onto the avenue.
The scenery outside the window changed rapidly like a kaleidoscope before a person's death. The cold air generated by the refrigeration was blowing in from all directions, and He Songfeng's cold body became increasingly cold and numb, as if he were dead.
He stared at the steering wheel in Cheng Yiliao's hands, and was so frightened that he had to raise his eyes and focus his attention on Cheng Yiliao.
Cheng Yiliao was not wearing a school uniform. He was wearing a simple bright orange vest without any logo, which perfectly showed off his solid muscles.
His face was that of a healthy young man, trained in the wind and sun at the stadium, with broad shoulders, a thin waist and long legs.
However, He Songfeng felt that he looked like a bullfrog because his muscles were too big, but his body fat percentage was too low, and every strong muscle was so tense that it seemed to jump out.
As I was watching, suddenly, the car slowed down and slowly stopped.
A soft blanket floated down from mid-air, and a hot palm placed on his hand, rubbing it hard, forcibly warming up He Songfeng's cold body.
"Hey, do you think I'm considerate? Give me some compliments."
He Songfeng remained silent and looked away, not wanting to look at him.
Cheng Yiliao hummed awkwardly.
At this time, the red light turned green and the car started again. He Songfeng's body leaned back due to the recoil and sank into the seat.
He Songfeng suddenly asked him: "What kind of car is this?"
Cheng Yiliao replied casually: "Bentley, do you know him?"
He Songfeng shook his head, "Is it expensive?"
"It's okay, just a few million."
He Songfeng stared at the logo on the steering wheel. It was a black B with wings. It was easy to remember.
Cheng Yiliao continued, "I have a more expensive car. I'll drive you in that car next time."
He Songfeng suddenly sat up, his hand reached across the center console of the Bentley and coldly placed it on the back of Cheng Yiliao's hand.
His fingers slid ambiguously between the shackled fingers, but he didn't squeeze in to clasp them together, but teased them back and forth along the edge of the fingers.
He Songfeng took the initiative and asked with a smile: "Give me a ride? Give me a ride."
Cheng Yiliao's head suddenly buzzed and he couldn't tell the difference between the brake and the accelerator. With a rumble, the car rushed forward at a high speed.
The needle on the accelerator flew violently to the right, shaking dangerously out of control, and the AI of the in-car navigation issued a cold and sharp warning of speeding.
Risking death in a car crash, she grabbed He Songfeng's hair and forced him to kiss deeply on the street.
He Songfeng's hair has grown a lot longer. The long hair on the inside of his jellyfish head has completely reached his chest, and the short hair on the outside has reached his chin.
This kind of hair is very convenient to grab a handful, hold it in your hand, and force a kiss.
His hair seemed to have grown this long just for this moment to be hugged.
“Hmm…”
"open……"
"Cheng Yi... uh... drive! Car--!"
He Songfeng clenched his fist and knocked on the back of Cheng Yiliao's hand.
There was a sharp whistle, but it was quickly drowned out by the roar of the speeding car.
The car was still moving, and the thrill of dangerous driving stimulated the adrenaline to rise again and again. The air conditioning in the car could no longer suppress Cheng Yiliao's heat, and he was so hot that he almost burned He Songfeng's cold body.
The heat makes people tremble again and again, and their internal organs and bones are about to be shaken apart.
He Songfeng's mouth was full of Cheng Yiliao's saliva. The other party was really like a big dog, and he had been drooling with greed. Now that he finally got the chance to eat it, he wished he could put his head into He Songfeng's mouth and let him hold it.
The navigation system issued a warning, repeating and repeating—
He Songfeng finally pushed Cheng Yiliao away.
With a sudden brake, the car hit the guardrail and there was a loud bang.
He Songfeng's head turned white with fear, and all he could do was repeat—
"You are speeding, please slow down."
The speeding warning sound in the car did not stop, but continued to make a shrill noise.
“Beep—beep—”
He Songfeng was so frightened by the speeding car that he lost his voice. This was the closest he had ever been to death.
At the moment of the impact, he even felt that he was dead. The world faded and turned into a grayish white.
His eyes widened, tears burst out from the glass marbles and fell down his cheeks.
With such a pitiful look, he silently pointed at the deflated guardrail lying on the ground outside the car window, pointing and gesturing, but could not make a sound for a long time.
Cheng Yiliao looked at He Songfeng with amusement as he collapsed in the face of death.
"Are you scared of death? But I think it's very exciting. I'm so hard that I'm almost dead."
Cheng Yiliao's smile earned him a slap from He Songfeng.
Cheng Yiliao felt wronged first and snorted, "You teased me first."
He Songfeng shrank back into his chair, wrapped himself tightly in a blanket, and refused to have any contact with Cheng Yiliao again.
After the car hit the guardrail, Cheng Yiliao ignored the rules and got back on the road.
"Don't be angry, I'll give you a new one."
He Songfeng said nothing.
"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as a rejection of me."
He Songfeng still didn't say a word, hiding in the blanket and shivering, still unable to recover from the shadow of the car accident.
"I'm just teasing you. I'll give you the car keys tomorrow."
"It's from the new car, not this one."
"I'll give you the more expensive one too. I'll give you both."
Cheng Yiliao coaxed He Songfeng all the way, but He Songfeng didn't react much and just sulked alone.
After getting off the car, Cheng Yiliao hugged the person again, swaying and acting coquettishly for a long time.
"My good pine wind, please blow on me, don't leave me hanging."
"I swear I won't scare you again. I thought you liked excitement."
"Hit me, slap me again."
Cheng Yiliao was smiling, and He Songfeng couldn't bring himself to hit him.
Beating him or scolding him just makes him feel good.
The sky gradually darkened, and in front of me was a huge warehouse with a dim light inside. There were a few street lights scattered along the roadside.
There are no tall buildings, no towering skyscrapers, no people, and no sound.
Only Cheng Yiliao's noisy voice kept chattering in his ear.
He Songfeng looked at the road ahead and didn't ask what Cheng Yiliao wanted to do.
He pulled the blanket tighter around him. The autumn night was too cold, and the north wind tried to penetrate the blanket and get into his bones.
Cheng Yiliao rested his chin on He Songfeng's shoulder, put his arms around He Songfeng's waist, and blew into his ear: "You know what? This situation is really suitable for disposing of the body."
Seeing that He Songfeng did not react, Cheng Yiliao walked around to the front of He Songfeng, took his hand, clasped his fingers together, and dragged He Songfeng towards the warehouse door.
The open warehouse door was like the huge mouth of an anglerfish. It seemed that if you entered this door, you would die in the darkness without seeing the sun.
There was a thud.
A large pale light shone on a figure lying prone in the middle of the warehouse floor.
He Songfeng's breath was held in his throat. He recognized that it was Zhao Jieyi.
Cheng Yiliao walked over and kicked the limp man on the ground: "I know that your troubles are caused by him, so I'm here to help you deal with him."
Dead?
He Songfeng's heart tightened and he quickly turned his face away, unwilling to face death.
It was not until he heard Zhao Jie's painful breathing that he looked over with relief.
Zhao Jie fell to the ground and cursed unconvincedly, "Are you fucking sick? I'm selling my boyfriend's video, what the hell is it to you? I'm just selling him online, and it has nothing to do with you!"
Cheng Yiliao grabbed Zhao Jieyi's head and forced him to see clearly who was standing in front of him.
A bright white light hit He Songfeng, and like a waterfall, a large halo swirled around He Songfeng.
He stood there, his face so pale that it was almost transparent, his expression calm and peaceful.
In silence, cast a silent gaze without blaming.
It is like the Virgin Mary, an angel, framed at the highest point of the church, looking down upon the believers who are atonement for their sins in the church.
Even if the other party had blasphemed him, he would remain emotionless, just watching silently and being tolerant.
This untimely peace gave Zhao Jie the illusion of being forgiven. He rolled and crawled like a big caterpillar, arched to He Songfeng's feet, and bit He Songfeng's legs and feet disgustingly with his trapped body.
Before He Songfeng could make any move, Cheng Yiliao kicked him and knocked him to the ground.
There was nothing to say, just grab the collar and punch him twice.
Cheng Yiliao deliberately didn't teach Zhao Jieyi a lesson before this, just so that he could beat him as much as he wanted without worrying that he would faint easily.
After Cheng Yiliao finished beating him, he shook off the blood on his hands, straightened his body and raised his head, like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, staring at He Songfeng and smiling ostentatiously.
He Songfeng had a blank expression on his face, but the blanket on his body fell loosely and hung on his arm.
Zhao Jie was beaten so badly that he cried out in desperation. With nowhere else to turn, he could only ask for help from the Angel Virgin Mary again.
"He Songfeng, I'm in so much pain, please save me--!"
"He Songfeng, I swear, I took photos and videos of you, but I absolutely, absolutely did not send them to your school."
"I swear! And I censored all those videos. I absolutely, absolutely never told anyone that this was you."
Zhao Jie screamed loudly, like a chicken with a knife chopped on the neck, the sound was extremely sharp.
"I swear! If I ever leak any information about you to anyone, my entire family will be killed."
He Songfeng lifted the fallen blanket back onto his shoulders and watched the bloody beating indifferently.
"He Songfeng, you have to believe me. We have been together for so many years, and I have been good to you. Haven't you seen it clearly?"
"I did make a mistake this once, but it's only this time, right? Can't you just give me a chance? Instead of forgiving me, can we just part ways amicably?"
Cheng Yiliao couldn't figure out He Songfeng's attitude, so he could only speak out in grievance between beatings: "He Songfeng, you are not allowed to forgive him."
"Let's part ways amicably..."
He Songfeng recited these four words to himself, and the corners of his emotionless mouth twitched uncontrollably.
What a ridiculous four words.
Zhao Jieyi's mouth was full of blood after being beaten by Cheng Yiliao. He rolled back and forth on the ground in pain. The bones in his hands and feet seemed to be broken, his ribs seemed to be broken, and there were not many teeth left in his mouth.
He just felt that he was going to die, and didn't think he was wrong.
When He Songfeng refused to show any mercy no matter how hard he begged for mercy, his evil and malicious intent swelled in pain.
He began to hysterically insult He Songfeng.
"He Songfeng, you're a fucking bitch. The thing I fucking regret most is not posting the uncensored video online. I really should let everyone see what a fucking bitch you are."
"He Songfeng, you are my dog. I am also a fucked dog. I really hate you. If I had known earlier, I should have trapped you in the town and let you serve me as a dog for the rest of your life instead of letting you come here to hang out with these rich people."
"Do you think if you get close to them, they won't treat you like a dog? Haha ...
Zhao Jie raised his head, his face covered in blood, his nose and face swollen, but he stared at He Songfeng fiercely, and recited the most vicious curse word by word:
"He Songfeng, you'll be ridden upon for the rest of your life."
He Songfeng's reaction was calm, not even a frown. He was as calm as death, quietly enduring the surging malice.
Until Cheng Yiliao punched him.
Another punch, another punch—
Until Zhao Jie couldn't utter a word, dragging his broken bones and wailing half-dead.
When the fist landed, Zhao Jieyi's expression changed into an ugly one again.
"He Songfeng, my dear, please, please let him let me go."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I really am sorry for you."
"Let me go. As long as you let me go, I won't bother you again."
He knelt on the ground and repeatedly bowed towards He Songfeng.
But every time he tried to get closer, Cheng Yiliao would drag him back by the collar and warn him to stay away from his master.
"I swear, I really swear—"
"I beg you, dear, I'm going to die, it hurts so much, I beg you to let me go."
Zhao Jieyi's voice weakened, leaving only the sound of light breathing.
He was still like a worm, trying his best to crawl to He Songfeng's feet.
Treating He Songfeng as the savior who will ultimately save the world, he pleaded with utmost humility.
"He Songfeng, I am a beast, worse than pigs and dogs, I am a rotten person, a cheap thing."
"I beg you, let me go."
He Songfeng lowered his head and cast a pitying look at the man at his feet.
Zhao Jieyi immediately followed the clues and climbed up, wiping his dirty hands on the blanket hanging from He Songfeng's back, and frantically made ecstatic flattery:
"Good boy, good boy, save me. I know you still have feelings for me."
He Songfeng raised his eyes, glanced at Cheng Yiliao, frowned slightly, and silently blamed the other party for letting this madman come here.
Cheng Yiliao did not dare to delay. He quickly grabbed Zhao Jie's head and dragged him away, leaving a straight bloody mark, and kicked him twice more.
Zhao Jieyi's mouth was full of blood. He curled up on the ground and gasped for breath, but he was still trying his best to shout:
"My dear... my dear..."
"My dear, I love you, please save me..."
"He Songfeng... He Songfeng..."
Cheng Yiliao rolled his eyes. As the most pretentious person, he couldn't help but curse, "Pretentious."
He moved his arm joints, stared at He Songfeng for a long time, and after resting for about two or three minutes, he punched him without any warning.
The fact that this dead ex can still speak proves that he hasn't been defeated yet.
Cheng Yiliao has always been ruthless, and his arm muscles are not trained in vain.
Punch after punch came down, breaking the two words "good boy" into pieces and forcing Zhao Jie to swallow them into his throat.
Zhao Jie couldn't utter any words again and again, whether it was swear words, begging for mercy, or being obedient, all of them turned into sharp broken teeth, which were held in his mouth covered in blood. He couldn't swallow them, nor could he spit them out.
It looked as miserable as a dead dog run over by a car on the roadside.
"Ha ha."
He Songfeng, who had been silent all night, suddenly burst into laughter, and the abrupt sound was interrupted by the punches and kicks.
The beating and the cries for help stopped at the same time.
“Haha ...
He Songfeng laughed out loud. The corners of his mouth, which had been stiff for eighteen years, opened freely and comfortably for the first time. He laughed so hard that he wanted to cut the corners of his mouth with scissors so that he could completely release his smile.
His face was no longer as tight as white porcelain. Cracks grew freely on it. He finally gave up and let his face disgracefully crumble.
He pointed at the two men entangled with each other and laughed, then clapped his hands.
My palms were burning and numb from clapping, my face was bursting like fireworks, and I wanted my chest to explode with laughter.
“Haha ...
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The author has something to say: Da Cheng tried his best to pull He Songfeng, but Xiao Cheng had already volunteered to do it [hug][hug]
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