Chapter 30 Chapter 30 Kneel down and be my dog
Cheng Qiyong's hand paused on the door cabinet.
The gap was as dark as ever, not a single ray of light could penetrate.
The atmosphere grew thicker and thicker in He Songfeng's dead silence, as if half of his body was stuck in a quagmire, with only the last half of his chest and a head exposed, gasping for breath.
But breathing became increasingly difficult, and the body began to lose consciousness due to being trapped deep inside.
He Songfeng only felt that the burden was getting heavier and heavier.
The man in the closet will be discovered soon, he will definitely not be able to hide.
He Songfeng watched Cheng Qiyong's every move dully.
He is a very stupid bird. Other birds would try to fly away at this time, but He Songfeng would just stay there, waiting for the disaster to come, and then numbly endure the pain.
Instead of choosing to solve the problem, it is better to wait for the problem to solve you.
Once the cabinet door is opened, the ambiguity they have spent a day and a night building up will no longer exist.
The benefits that Cheng Qiyong promised him would also disappear.
He Songfeng couldn't accept it, but he had to accept it.
His lowered hands tightly grasped the pillow, and the cotton inside was squeezed into a single ball by He Songfeng, but he was unwilling to give up, and no matter how hard he squeezed, it would not ease the pain.
A thick layer of mist formed in He Songfeng's open eyes, and mist also floated on his face, revealing purple-blue veins.
The fragile and thin body trembled uneasily, and the clenched hands were used to support the ground. The thin bamboo arms were pressed straight on the ground, as if they would break at any time, and He Songfeng would collapse.
A pitiful tear rolled down from the corner of the eye, which was so pitiful.
He Songfeng doesn't like to cry, and it's even more impossible for him to show his true feelings in front of the massage stick.
His stubborn nature meant that all his coquettishness and crying were just pretense.
"Come here and hug me."
He Songfeng whispered coquettishly.
Silently, he conveyed a message to Cheng Qiyong:
Don't let this relationship end like this, give each other some dignity.
He Songfeng's thoughts were written on his face, and Cheng Qiyong could see it clearly.
Under He Songfeng's tearful and pitiful gaze, Cheng Qiyong cruelly pushed the cabinet door open.
Do it in one go, without any delay.
Cheng Qiyong cast a harsh and arrogant gaze at He Songfeng, which was like a sickle that cut off He Songfeng's poor and fragile head.
Cry? Crying is useless.
Cheng Qiyong cares more about He Songfeng's chastity than tears.
Bang----
Cheng Qiyong paused.
“No one?!”
He Songfeng got a glimpse of the news out of the corner of his eye, and the anger in his chest sank.
He opened up his heartfelt and pitiful feelings, and before he could shed a few tears, he complained, "What lover, what sweetheart... You don't trust me at all."
Cheng Qiyong looked at the wardrobe in surprise.
How come there's no one in the closet?
Even if he opened the cabinet door as wide as possible, even if he stuck his head in, even if he stood in the closet.
The fact is that the closet is empty.
Cheng Qiyong didn't believe it, so he quickly opened all the cabinet doors on this wall. One by one, the doors opened and the clicking sounds continued.
only--
There is no one at every door!
"Ha ha."
He Songfeng's contemptuous laughter flashed through Cheng Qiyong's mind, but when he turned around, He Songfeng was looking pitiful in a foggy state, with the corners of his mouth drooping in grievance, and he couldn't catch his true smile.
Cheng Qiyong rushed to He Songfeng quickly, his sharp eyes fixed on He Songfeng's pale face.
Cheng Qiyong wanted to tear off his fake pitiful look, reach into the painted skin, pull out the real He Songfeng from under the painted skin, and show his true mocking and teasing appearance.
"You--" Cheng Qiyong wanted to say something to him, his chest puffing up.
He Songfeng responded calmly, raised his hand and stroked Cheng Qiyong's arm with his cold fingers, pinching a crescent shape, and asked with a fake smile:
"I want Hermès as an apology gift."
The two people looked at each other without any emotion, and the red bloodshot in their eyeballs rushed out, straight at the intersection of their sights, twisted into a red line, and tied the eyeballs of the two people together.
The matchmaker tied the tangled red thread, and it became a bloody game for them.
"It's my fault." Cheng Qiyong admitted.
He Songfeng's neck was pinched, and the slap left red marks and bruises on his delicate skin.
A kiss rushed in, depriving He Songfeng of the right to cry, speak, or even breathe.
In this round of tug-of-war, Cheng Qiyong lost completely.
He kissed He Songfeng in anger.
He was standing and He Songfeng was sitting.
It seemed that he was superior, but this kiss was actually him bowing down and submitting.
While in a high position, he exudes an aura of inferiority.
He Songfeng narrowed his eyes and indulged Cheng Qiyong's kiss. He raised his hand and touched Cheng Qiyong's cheek ambiguously, tapping and playing lightly on his skin with his cold fingertips.
Even if you do something wrong, He Songfeng can still tolerate you and caress you.
Cheng Qiyong's breathing became disordered due to He Songfeng's touch, and his kiss became gentler, no longer as tough and overbearing as it was at the beginning.
Cheng Qiyong's arms tightly wrapped around He Songfeng, holding him in his arms like a doll, cherishing him very much.
Rubbing ears together, exchanging breaths, synchronizing hearts, holding fingers tightly, and kissing passionately.
The two people are like a young couple who have been in love for ten years and are still in the passionate stage of love. They are familiar with each other's bodies, but their love is still strong.
No one will hate a beautiful lover who is infinitely tolerant.
The same goes for Cheng Qiyong. He wondered if a good temper and beauty could appear in one person at the same time.
She was even so confused that she was willing to let go of her prejudice against He Songfeng and stop testing him in such a bad way.
Doing this is too hurtful. Even though he knew that He Songfeng's injury was acted, his guilt was still infinitely magnified and prolonged in the long kiss.
Even between breaths, the usually arrogant Cheng Qiyong was willing to bow his head and sincerely apologize to He Songfeng: "It's my fault that you have been wronged."
And said: "I won't do that again."
But He Songfeng's response was just three words: "Hermès."
The romantic bubble blown by the long-lasting love was suddenly burst by the three words "Hermes".
It wasn't even a peaceful shattering.
Cheng Qiyong bit He Songfeng's lips until they bled, and warned him in a low voice: "Now is the time to talk about love."
He wanted He Songfeng to continue to interpret this lingering and tender feeling thoroughly.
He Songfeng smiled and asked, "Isn't Hermes love?"
“…………”
The temperature dropped suddenly.
The hand that was pinching He Songfeng's neck suddenly loosened, and He Songfeng fell back onto the pillow. The two thin bamboo poles became the pillars supporting He Songfeng, swaying and shaky.
"He Songfeng, He Songfeng—"
Cheng Qiyong took out a cigarette box from his pocket. His penis was bulging and he wanted He Songfeng again, but he was too embarrassed to ask He Songfeng for it.
I can only warn you in a sinister way:
"You clearly know exactly what to say and when to say it, but being too smart and clear-headed is annoying."
He Songfeng pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something but didn't, trying to keep Cheng Qiyong in a quiet and listening posture.
In fact, He Songfeng didn't want to say a word. He was simply admiring the way Cheng Qiyong tried to get some ambiguous words from him.
That look really made He Songfeng want to laugh.
Like an unintelligent child, he seemed like he would cry, make a fuss, and even threaten to commit suicide if He Songfeng didn't satisfy his wishes in the next second. Finally, he would say "This is street dance" and roll around on the ground.
He Songfeng waved to Cheng Qiyong, signaling him not to stand so far away and to come closer.
Cheng Qiyong put away the cigarette box and moved closer, but still remained standing, casting an unhappy glance at He Songfeng who was sitting on the ground.
He Songfeng waved.
Cheng Qiyong was like a trained dog. Although he was reluctant, he couldn't help but get close to his master and couldn't resist his master's gesture commands.
When they squatted on the ground, there was still a big distance between them.
There was no other choice, Cheng Qiyong had to kneel down to He Songfeng.
He Songfeng deliberately occupied the soft pillows, leaving no room for Cheng Qiyong. There was only the cold, hard ground for him to kneel on.
Cheng Qiyong leaned forward, lowered his head and chest.
Waiting for He Songfeng to speak.
The expensive and luxurious suit kneels down in front of the naked slender body, and the visual impact is self-evident.
He Songfeng did not disappoint Cheng Qiyong.
A pair of warm arms wrapped around Cheng Qiyong's shoulders, and He Songfeng looked up and gave him an intimate kiss on the corner of his mouth.
After the kiss, he did not let go, but hung on Cheng Qiyong's bad seed and touched noses with others.
He Songfeng is about to speak.
Cheng Qiyong still had a stern face and no expression.
But as he stared at me without blinking, his anticipation was overflowing to the point of overflowing.
"I want……"
What do you want?
I want you?
Cheng Qiyong's pupils were filled with He Songfeng, and he looked at him very seriously.
"Hermes."
After saying that, He Songfeng let go of Cheng Qiyong and sat back on the pillow with a smile.
Cheng Qiyong's expression changed from one of listening attentively to one of ferocious and ferocious expression that could not be concealed.
He Songfeng was amused and laughed out loud. He pointed at Cheng Qiyong and clapped his hands.
“How interesting!”
Without his hands to support his body, He Songfeng's body swayed on the pillow, and he laughed so hard that his body shook.
The flower looked so thin and emaciated that even though Cheng Qiyong was unhappy, he still chose to support it.
Cheng Qiyong walked around He Songfeng with a cold face, picked up the clothes scattered on the bedside and the floor, and threw them on He Songfeng, indicating him to put them on.
In the end, he simply sat on the ground with He Songfeng and let He Songfeng lean on him.
Cheng Qiyong took out a cigarette box and shook out a cigarette.
The flames ignited the darkness, and the white smoke slowly rose. The smoke particles were like ghosts, floating alone in the sticky and turbid night.
When He Songfeng put on his shirt, Cheng Qiyong received a call and said "OK" without changing his expression.
Then he typed a few words on his phone and sent it.
He Songfeng had no bad taste in prying into other people's privacy. He lowered his head and put on his clothes with neat and quick movements. When putting on his pants, he used Cheng Qiyong as a crutch to support himself and stood up. After he was dressed, he did not sit back down.
"Is it good to smoke?"
When He Songfeng asked the question, his hand had already reached out.
Cheng Qiyong hid and put out his cigarette on the ground in time, "There's nothing good to smoke. Don't learn it."
"Um."
Cheng Qiyong stood up, and at that moment the door was knocked.
"Brother Cheng, the car is ready."
It was Zhou Biao's voice.
Cheng Qiyong opened the door, pushed He Songfeng in front of Zhou Biao, and gave an order: "Send him back to me."
He Songfeng: "My luggage..."
Zhou Biao laughed out loud, and flicked his head into the room, looking left and right, fanning himself in disdain: "Where do you have any luggage? The room is full of rubbish."
He Songfeng looked up and stared at Cheng Qiyong, with an attitude that said, "If you don't speak up for me today, there will be no tomorrow for us."
Cheng Qiyong had been scolded by He Songfeng all night, and this was the time when he was most obedient.
He Songfeng gave him an order and he dared not disobey.
Cheng Qiyong put his arms around He Songfeng's waist, kissed his cheek in front of Zhou Biao, and said comfortingly: "I'll buy you something new, something expensive."
"It turns out to be my sister-in-law."
Zhou Biao's shout was clearer and more direct than Cheng Yiliao's. He nodded and bowed, smiling apologetically, "Then I'll go downstairs and wait. I won't disturb you!" After saying that, he turned and ran away without any hesitation, fearing that He Songfeng would whisper in his ear and point at him and shout:
Husband, beat him for me!
If Cheng Qiyong punched him, Zhou Biao would lose half his life, so he ran fast.
"I'm going to pick up Cheng Yiliao. You go back first. Everything is ready. If you need anything, tell me the next day."
He Songfeng held Cheng Qiyong and said the same three words:
"Hermes."
"Buy it tomorrow."
Only then did He Songfeng let him go.
But Cheng Qiyong walked out, then turned back, pinched He Songfeng's arm, shook him like a doll, and warned him anxiously: "Zhou Biao is interested in you, you better restrain yourself."
He Songfeng rolled his eyes in surprise and blinked twice.
Why did he feel that Zhou Biao was a threat to him?
He Songfeng patted Cheng Qiyong's shoulder seriously and comforted him, "Don't worry, I don't look down on you. I am loyal to you."
Cheng Qiyong accepted the promise and then left the dormitory, while He Songfeng stayed behind to pack his things slowly.
They were carried in one box and one bag at a time, and finally they were carried out one box and one bag at a time.
Zhou Biao had been waiting downstairs for a long time. When he came up, he saw He Songfeng grabbing one in each hand, so he went forward to help him lift them up.
But He Songfeng's suitcase was broken, as it was kicked by Zhou Biao, so the moment he took it over, He Songfeng's things were scattered all over the floor.
He Songfeng remained unmoved. This was something that the eunuch Zhou Biao was responsible for.
Zhou Biao hurriedly took out his suitcase and put the things on the ground into the suitcase.
Although he looks rude, he is actually very good at serving others. Clothes and other things are folded neatly, and he arranges space skillfully. It is obvious that he does this kind of thing often.
He Songfeng stood there expressionlessly, watching Zhou Biao busying himself for him.
He remembered clearly the resentment of being humiliated.
So He Songfeng kicked the thing away. Zhou Biao looked up and glared at him, but he could only lie on the ground and pick it up.
He Songfeng kicked it several times, and Zhou Biao also kicked it back and forth several times like a dog catching a frisbee.
"Dog eunuch." He Songfeng scolded him.
Zhou Biao didn't dare to talk back.
With a ripping sound, Zhou Biao closed his luggage, picked it up, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and said casually:
"He Songfeng, you're so amazing! You can make Cheng Qiyong and Cheng Yiliao follow you around."
"Really? You're hanging around me too."
He Songfeng treated this sentence as a medal and gladly accepted the compliment.
He walked past Zhou Biao and went straight downstairs.
The car is parked downstairs.
He Songfeng sat in the back seat and Zhou Biao drove in the front.
The car was stuffy, and He Songfeng lowered the window a little, but was quickly hit by Zhou Biao again.
The car moved slowly, and cold air whizzed past from all directions and poured into my clothes.
Zhou Biao couldn't hide his thoughts. Before he even had time to warm up to the steering wheel, he suddenly revealed his true colors:
"Cheng Qiyong. Are you happy? It's all water."
He Songfeng was fiddling with his severed hair, wondering who it might be.
When Zhou Biao was speaking, He Songfeng didn't hear clearly and subconsciously said "Hmm?"
People like Zhou Biao, once dealt with, are like the gates of a reservoir opening, causing a flood.
"He didn't wear it, did he? How could people like them be willing to wear it?"
"You must have been pissed. Ss ...
Zhou Biao said it with certainty, and he openly peeked at He Songfeng's pretty face through the rearview mirror, wanting to see some different expressions on his calm face.
But He Songfeng remained unmoved. Zhou Biao snorted in frustration, but quickly continued.
"Is Cheng Yiliao older or Cheng Qiyong? Which one of them lasted longer? Have you three ever been together?"
"Would you like to try mine? I'm not bad either."
Zhou Biao is a typical gangster, with a prickly hair and tanned skin from the sun, and a perpetual nonchalant and provocative smile on his face.
Maybe it's because he has been around for too long and has been exposed to too much dirty stuff on the streets, so his mouth is very dirty and every word he says is dirtier than the last.
"I've seen the film, but I haven't seen the real thing. Can you show it to me?"
"Don't be so stingy. If you're shy, then I'll really think you've been played badly, so don't be embarrassed."
Zhou Biao's whole body was stiff. At first, he could comfortably hold the steering wheel with one hand. But as he continued to recite, he sat up straight and seriously, holding the steering wheel stiffly with both hands.
His head was like a boiling kettle, with steam humming and rolling down his forehead.
The front of his shirt was wet with sweat, and the silver chain hanging around his neck was covered with a thick layer of mist.
The air conditioner in the car was set to 16 degrees Celsius, but Zhou Biao felt like it was 60 degrees Celsius, burning with fever.
"He Songfeng, speak."
Zhou Biao couldn't stand the loneliness and was eager to find a sense of presence in He Songfeng. "Did they rot your tongue so you can't speak? But your mouth is indeed swollen. Is it swollen from kissing or sucking?"
He Songfeng rubbed his lips which felt a little numb, and the answer was yes to both.
He glanced sideways, saw the logo in the center of the steering wheel, and answered irrelevantly:
"Is this a Bentley?"
He Songfeng couldn't quite remember what Bentley looked like.
Zhou Biao did not answer, but suddenly honked his horn, startling the student riding a bicycle on the road. He looked over and before he could utter a single curse word, his gaze turned to admiration.
Zhou Biao, taking advantage of the power of others, regarded this admiration as a homage to himself, and said proudly with a hum:
"My car is much more expensive than a Bentley. See? People outside are rushing to look at it eagerly!"
He Songfeng, driven by his curiosity to investigate financial resources, pressed on, "Your car?"
Zhou Biao was speechless for a moment before adding dryly, "I drove it."
He Songfeng silently memorized the car logo, muttering to himself that this logo is more expensive than Bentley, Cheng Qiyong is richer than Cheng Yiliao, and Zhou Biao is a dog eunuch.
Children from the countryside lack knowledge about luxury goods and luxury cars. He Songfeng is like a three-year-old child learning to speak, and he wants to learn everything he sees.
"Hey, seriously, don't you really want to have sex with me here? Cheng Yiliao and Cheng Qiyong will definitely get tired of you and abandon you in the end. Don't you want to find a way out for yourself?"
The car stopped downstairs, but He Songfeng still didn't move. He wasn't even in a hurry to get out of the car, as if he was just waiting for someone to invite him.
Zhou Biao had no way to deal with He Songfeng. He had finally gotten over his bad temper, so he simply decided to get out of the car and open the door for He Songfeng. At least he could touch his hand.
But Zhou Biao was still unwilling to give in and tried to persuade her one last time:
"It's already expanded, so you can use it anytime, anywhere. You don't need this one time. And if you want Hermès, I can buy it for you. I'm just poorer than the two Chengs, but richer than most people."
"Ha ha--"
He Songfeng suddenly laughed.
Zhou Biao didn't understand the situation. He continued to stretch his hand in front of He Songfeng, indicating that He Songfeng should hold his hand to get out of the car. At the same time, he put his other hand over the door frame to prevent He Songfeng from hitting his head when getting out.
He served wholeheartedly and without any complaints.
only--
What Zhou Biao didn't expect was that the hand he stretched out was wrapped around by a hand as cold as a snake.
The hand skillfully intertwined its fingers with his.
The other person's slender and thin fingers pressed against the grooves between his fingers, soft and cold like water flowing down, tightly sticking to Zhou Biao's hot hands.
"Are you so good at talking? Don't waste your eloquence." He Songfeng spoke.
Zhou Biao listened carefully, but didn't understand what he meant.
He Songfeng moved sideways to the side of the car door, pointed down at the open space in front of him, and wrapped his other hand around Zhou Biao's hanging tie three times, tightening it around Zhou Biao's neck like a dog leash.
He Songfeng pulled Zhou Biao down, and he staggered and knelt straight down on the empty space where He Songfeng's finger was.
He Songfeng looked at Zhou Biao with a smile and gave orders:
"Get down on your knees and lick me."
Not long ago, He Songfeng and Cheng Qiyong assured me solemnly: I am loyal to you.
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