chaotic world

Chapter 89

In the evening, I had a game with the two brothers of the Hou family and Lu Baichen, went to Lishunde for a meal, and then opened a box to play cards. Hou Daiying called the new Xiaosheng and Xiaohuadan from the Dechun Opera Troupe to accompany him, but was reprimanded by the eldest brother of the Hou family as Lu Baichen was disgusted by Lu Baichen for messing around.

"Okay, okay, anyway, I'm not a good person inside and out," Hou Daiying surrendered with his hands up, and smiled with a cigarette in his mouth, "How lively is it, big brother, are you always so tense?"

Hou Daichen: "Get out."

"Where's Brother Mu An?" Hou Daiying turned his face away, sneaking in to avoid Lu Baichen's slap, "Little sister-in-law is not fierce, it doesn't matter if you come out to play!"

Zhou Lan fumbled his cards, and just glanced at the niche: "I'm not good at it."

Hearing this, Hou Daiying grabbed Xiao Huadan's waist and sent him to him. That Xiao Huadan also saw this scene a lot, knew her role and value, so she fell down and sat down with her strength.

Zhou Lan leaned back very gentlemanly, and the little Huadan fell into her arms in a colorful way, and was just trapped.

He squeezed his chin, and admired it with lowered eyes, "You look good," Zhou Lan said, and then patted the other person's buttocks, "Get up," he said, "I'm even worse at this."

"Hey," Hou Daiying thought he didn't like these two, so she poked her head over, "Brother Mu An, your eyesight is so high, take a closer look, that face, that figure, are really amazing!"

Lu Baichen quit, and came up to pull Hou Daiying's collar, "You're not finished yet, what's the matter with your figure? Have you tried it?" Seeing the big brother of the Hou family looking directly at him, he was still a little jealous, and resentfully wanted to take it. Hats off.

Hou Daiying was really wronged, he didn't eat the meat, but Sao provoked him all over, thinking that there are men and women, he can always get into the eyes of those two people.

His eldest brother, who has been guarding his wife who is in poor health for decades, is admirable for her persistence, but for a man, if he is not a monk, he is always so harsh on himself, isn't it painful?

As for Zhou Lan, he is a real friend who has been in close contact with him over the years. Apart from knowing that there is a little woman in his family who does not go out of the house, I have never seen him have close contacts with anyone in the world of mortals. As for him It is really a mystery to like men and women.

He didn't care about it at the moment, so he hurriedly coaxed Lu Baichen with nice words, and Zhou Lan took out a stack of banknotes and handed them to the young couple.He said, "Go out, don't come tonight."

Those two got the money for nothing, and they didn't need to exert any effort, so they went out with the rewards in their hands.

The eldest brother of the Hou family actually disliked his younger brother getting mixed up with men the most, but he was worried about Lu Baichen's status and his younger brother's face, so it was not easy to get angry on the spot. .

"Am I a picture?" Hou Daiying spoke with a film accent, "Which is not good!"

Zhou Lan patted him on the shoulder: "Brother Hou's kindness, I appreciate it. I really don't have the good fortune to accept it. Let me take my leave first. We will talk about it another day."

Hou Daiying comforted Lu Baichen, Lu Baichen rolled his eyes, supported his head with one hand, and slapped Hou Daiying's mouth with the other. It didn't really hit Hou Daiying, and there was a "pop" sound in his mouth, and he leaned back lazily.

Zhou Lan reckoned that these two probably wanted to spend the night in Astor.

He got up to leave, and made a phone call to the British Concession, and He Si drove to pick him up soon.

Hou Daiying personally sent Zhou Lan downstairs, and asked curiously on the way: "It's true that men and women don't look down on them, are you really so shabby?"

Zhou Lan smiled, he didn't hide it on purpose, but he didn't want to take the initiative to reveal his preferences to outsiders.

Before leaving, he said: "They are all beautiful, but boys are not my thing, and girls are even less so."

He got into the car, He Si closed the door and entered the co-pilot, several guards stood on the steps of the car and blocked the glass of the car tightly. In a blink of an eye, the black car disappeared into the darkness.

It took Hou Daiying a while to realize the meaning of these words.

Interesting, he thought.

Boys are not, men are!

Entering the bungalows in the British Concession in the middle of the night, there was no other sound except the car engine. The young men jumped out of the car and walked lightly, like knights flying over the roof and walls, not disturbing people's dreams at all.

There are old and young at home, Zhou Lan originally wanted to visit Xiaobao, but thought that Xiaobao might be with Shumei, so she gave up.

Entering the large bedroom on the second floor, the servant had already done a thorough cleaning during the day. After taking a shower in the bathroom, he opened the closet, and what came into his eyes was neatly hung rows of men's clothing, including his, some Du Yunfeng.

Frozen in front of the big wardrobe, he subconsciously stretched out his hand, touched this cuff, stroked that skirt, and finally stopped on the two-color satin scarf.

He remembered Du Yunfeng's appearance that year.

The blue satin scarf, paired with those jet-black eyebrows, is indescribably handsome.

Unknowingly, he has pulled the scarf in front of him, his body before his mind, trying to find the familiar breath.

It seems that there is, it seems that there is no.

He stood quietly and naked in the big bedroom, his mind was concentrated, he sniffed the scarf lightly, and in front of him was a neatly hung men's shirt, vest and coat, which could only be picked up by a tall figure with broad shoulders and broad back.

It was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop on the ground.

"Dong Dong" suddenly remembered a low knock on the door.

Zhou Lan was taken aback, threw the scarf back in a panic, and took out a towel bathrobe to put on.

The door was unlocked, and He Si slowly unscrewed the brass doorknob, leaned in half of his body, and looked around.

Zhou Lan blushed, turned her head silently, and signaled him to come in.

Enter the door, close the door with your backhand, and lock it.

He Si looked around, and finally his eyes fell back on Zhou Lan's body. Under the crystal chandelier with [-] candle power, Zhou Lan was wearing a knee-length bathrobe loosely, with messy wet hair and a sloppy belt.

He Si strode over, hugged him tightly, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Lan: "It's okay."

"I'll be with you at night," He Si said in a low voice, he lowered his head slightly and raised his eyes.

Before Zhou Lan could answer, He Si had already moved. He strode over and hugged the other party, almost knocking him back, "Is it okay?" He asked.

Zhou Lan hugged him subconsciously, feeling that the back was very hard, and through the thin clothes, she could feel the fine and strong muscle lines under the tight skin. Wo Li said, "Okay."

He Si kissed him, folded his arms, and carried him to the writing table.

The light was so bright that he couldn't look straight at it.

The writing desk was too hard, and it made his back hurt.

And He Si was condescending, and kept pushing Zhou Lan's hand away from his eyes.

He Si said, "Look at me."

Zhou Lan shook her head, shedding her skin as if she came out of the bathrobe, "It's too bright, don't do that," he said, jumping off the table to turn off the crystal chandelier.

He was too familiar with every scene and every thing in this room, that condescending face had changed its owner, he seemed to realize this all of a sudden, his heart was sour, his eyes were sore, and he tried to cover his eyes.

Just a little bit short of reaching the switch, He Si carried him on his shoulders as soon as he hugged his waist, and then fell him onto the soft bed upside down.

He pressed up, not as cautiously and tremblingly as before, but kissed him intoxicatedly, stroked him vigorously, lifted one of his ankles and looked straight at him.

"Don't look at me like that," Zhou Lan said.

He was very uncomfortable, and he did it as soon as he did it, but the gaze was heavy, looking at him without any scruples, and opening him was another matter.

Jerky confrontation, under the bright lights.

At a glance.

Zhou Lan was in a hurry, and didn't care to hide, reached out to reach out a box from the bedside, and pushed it to He Si: "Use this, it hurts me."

Opening the box, He Si only saw half a jar of paste.

He hastily painted it on himself, and he rushed in.

Zhou Lan closed her eyes in pain, and forced herself to hold back a cry.

Zhou Lan turned her head to face the bed, without saying a word,

He Si bumped into him and kissed him, but he didn't respond.

He didn't feel so uncomfortable until he was lubricated enough.He Si picked him up in a connected posture, bumped him as he walked, and bumped him into the sofa all the way.

After the pain comes the pleasure.

He Si casually took the scarf exposed from the crack of the closet door, and tied it on Zhou Lan's eyes.

"Do you like me or him?" He asked coldly.

He knew everything about Zhou Lan, and this scarf was no exception.

When he first entered the door, Zhou Lan's eyes panicked for a moment, his clothes were scrawled, and a corner of the scarf behind him was exposed.

Zhou Lan was speechless and fell into the darkness.

He didn't answer, but He Si kept moving, panting, kissing him with wet lips, asking while kissing: "Do you like me?"

Zhou Lan nodded, putting his hands around He Si's neck, feeling the ups and downs of this young body, this tireless pony.

The sofa was not high, He Si knelt on the ground, and pushed Zhou Lan into the sofa except for the feet on the shoulders.

The scarf has a familiar smell, Zhou Lan is confused.

He Si pressed the hollow of his knee and asked, "Do you like me?"

Zhou Lan was panting more and more anxiously. He could no longer speak a complete sentence, so he could only agree.

He Si stared at the body in front of him intently, how many times, in his dream, he loved this person so much, to the bone, to eat into his stomach.

Colliding, grinding, he spent so long walking into this person's heart and body, until he broke apart, broke up, and took possession of it in pieces.

Just when he was about to rush to the top, he almost smashed the other side viciously, and he gasped and asked, "Who am I?"

Zhou Lan convulsed, his body clamped the other party uncontrollably, and he almost answered the other party in a crying voice.

"Fourth brother, I know it's you."

Everyone has a past.

I can't change it, and I don't want to change it.

And love is such a selfish thing.

Zhou Lan was so tired that it seemed that he was still pressed into the closet, and the surrounding fabric was filled with soft fabrics, as if Du Yunfeng was standing there, and he was invaded by He Si over and over again.

Until he couldn't ejaculate anymore, but felt uncomfortable in his heart, he put his arms around He Si's neck and didn't let go: "Fourth brother, don't do this!"

Haiguang Temple in the outer suburbs of Tianjin, where the headquarters of the Japanese Garrison is located.

Imanobu Masaharu removed the disguised hood and fake beard, and returned to her shrewd and elegant self.

He has been in Tianjin for a long time. Recently, intelligence work has become more frequent, the Chinese military has undergone great changes, and political forces in all sectors of society are playing games openly and secretly. He has no choice but to personally carry out spy work.

Tianjin is at the bottom of the Nine Rivers, where fish and dragons are mixed, especially in the concession, where there are old and young survivors of the former Qing Dynasty, warlords in the field, and families of various opposition forces. This is a complicated and inexhaustible source for him to collect information.

When he was enjoying himself outside the pass, the security team suddenly betrayed him. This was a huge blow to him. He had never suffered such a big loss in his many years of official career.

The voices in the military department condemned him shouted together, and there were even voices demanding that he apologize with death.

The departure of the security group not only took away thousands of people, but also took away the majesty of the Great Japanese Empire, and the carefully fostered model of using Chinese to control Chinese jumped up and slapped their faces mercilessly.

In the highly hierarchical and disciplined Japanese military system, this kind of mistake was enough to make him unable to recover for the rest of his life.

He has been rooted in China for many years, with extensive influence and irreplaceable ability, so he was saved from political ruin. Instead, he was demoted two levels and returned to the dangerous and error-prone intelligence work.

His temples are already white, he no longer looks like a middle-aged man, he seems to be more than ten years older, except for his eyes that are still clean, he is already an old man in appearance.

Zhou Lan's army was concealed among the millions of Chinese troops, and the Nanjing government both boasted about it and concealed it.But this is not a problem for Imanobu, the tentacles stretched out, he regretted to learn that his son really served in this country that cannot be saved, this inefficient and corrupt army, but he is very secretly proud that his son has always been Expand your influence to the size of a division, and the members of the Jinshin family are excellent everywhere.

It's just that Zhou Lan has always been surrounded by heavy soldiers, hiding his head and showing his tail, his whereabouts are secretive, and he rarely goes out. His guards cover him very carefully, and it is almost rare to show his face.

Recently, there has been movement in the old mansion in the Huajie. The spies there have been monitoring the news.

Sure enough, there was movement in the concession.

From a far corner, Jinxin hid behind the curtains of the car and took a hasty look. Before Zhou Lan's surrounding guards spotted him, he only had a second to take a look.

With just one glance, a deep glance, from such a distance, he almost captured all the details of his son from head to toe like a camera.

The car never stopped, and after passing the intersection slowly, it returned to Haiguang Temple calmly.

Jin Xin calmly returned to the headquarters, entered the office, and closed the door behind his back. At this time, he dared to recall the photos in his heart and look at them carefully.

The life of the mixed brigade has been difficult recently. After last fall, it has basically been in a state of half payment.After the incident in Xi'an, political aftershocks continued, and Du Yunfeng shrank across the board, but he still couldn't completely escape the impact.

General Zhang was dismissed from all positions and placed under house arrest in Nanjing, where he could not see anyone.The chairman's handling of him is still delayed, and the meaning is unclear. The handling of the forces in the military that have had ties with Zhang before is also unclear.

As a result, Du Brigade was basically in a state of complete closure and semi-house arrest.From the peak of supervising the 29th Army, he fell off a cliff to the bottom of being monitored by the 29th Army.

He had lived the life of a beggar, and had seen the ugliness of people's hearts, but compared with the ups and downs of officialdom, those were child's play.

Some of the forces in the army who had called him brothers in the past suddenly turned their faces and refused to recognize him. They took advantage of his political robbery to grab a fortune. His military salary was withheld, and even the [-] rounds of ammunition he issued were also intercepted.

This matter was too much, and Song Shudong yelled to go to Commander Song to file a complaint.

As the leader of the brigade, Du Yunfeng was very silent.

"Traveler," Song Shudong said respectfully, but his tone was not respectful, with cold air coming out of his nostrils, "I dare not use bullets in training, how can this be used as a military art, I have to talk to Commander Song about this matter, the king of Hades is good to see you, brat It's hard to find, and the matter of withholding bullets will not be instigated by Commander Song."

Du Yunfeng didn't even lift his eyelids, thinking he was air.

Song Shudong clenched his fists tightly, and Zhao Xiaohu was standing at the door, sneaking his eyes at him, Song Shudong couldn't hold back anymore, and turned around and shouted: "What are you looking at!"

Zhao Xiaohu rolled his eyes lazily and turned his face outward.

Song Shudong couldn't bear it anymore, Du Yunfeng could eat, drink, prostitute and gamble, he could bear it, but why is he so heartless?He could bear him to reconcile with Zhou Lan in private, and he could forgive him for betraying him, so why did Du Yunfeng beat him up and be so cold-hearted with him?

"Get out!" He scolded Zhao Xiaohu.

Song Shudong seemed to be a different person now. He used to be a kind and gentle person, but now he would go crazy as long as he was with Du Yunfeng.

Zhao Xiaohu rolled his huge eyes and ran away. He used to just look down on Adjutant Song's service, but now he really can't stand the other party's hysteria.

As soon as Zhao Xiaohu left, Du Yunfeng, who had been half-slanted on the chair, also stood up suddenly. The cigarette ash on the lapel of his clothes fluttered down, and he didn't shake it off. A corner protruded indistinctly from under the military jacket.

So sloppy and sloppy.

He didn't want to stay in the same room with Song Shudong, he had seen the other party's hard work.

He never knew that Song Shudong could do this.

He was still a step late, the door was closed and locked by Song Shudong, and Song Shudong rushed forward with strength in his body, not for fighting.

He just rushed over, hugged him, kissed him, rubbed him.

If there is a real fight, he is not Du Yunfeng's opponent, Du Yunfeng can beat him to the ground with three punches and two kicks.

But the other party is either hard, or entangled like a vine, stretching his hand along the clothes, rubbing it is not easy, even touching and pinching, like hate.

Du Yunfeng tried all his strength, but he couldn't get rid of the octopus. He wanted to ask Zhao Xiaohu to come in and drag him away, but Song Shudong tore off his belt and took off his clothes. Get seven seven eight eight.

Song Shudong grabbed him with both hands and feet, letting him struggle, Song Shudong just called him by Yunfeng Yunfeng.

"Shudong, don't do this!" Du Yunfeng said in a low voice, full of impatience, he turned his head to avoid Song Shudong's gnawing kiss.

"Yunfeng, Yunfeng," Song Shudong said in a low voice, "You want me, you haven't wanted me for a long time."

Du Yunfeng shuddered.

□□When it was cold, it was Song Shudong who held him.

He quickly reached out to prey, but Song Shudong refused to let go.

Forcibly courting, the two started fighting.

Song Shudong was gripping tightly, and Du Yunfeng almost fainted from the pain. He fell into the sofa and slapped Song Shudong involuntarily.

This slap was hard, Du Yunfeng said viciously: "Release!"

Song Shudong was stunned for a moment, and then tears filled his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "Du Yunfeng, when you fucking fucked me, you said you would never let anyone touch my finger again."

Du Yunfeng was in so much pain that his forehead was covered with sweat, and Song Shudong was still holding him so tightly that his eggs were about to be crushed.

"Shudong," Du Yunfeng, endured the pain to reason, speaking incoherently, "I'm not good, can you let me go? It's all my fault, I was wrong, whatever you want, as long as I have, I will give you , can we stop doing this?"

"I want you", Song Shudong kissed, "I want you!"

Saying kiss is almost equal to biting, Du Yunfeng couldn't dodge, no matter the back or the face, he slapped him down.

"It hurts me, you're fucking crazy."

Song Shudong didn't let go even after being beaten, he held on tightly.

"I'm crazy, I'm just crazy." Song Shudong hugged Du Yunfeng tightly, panting, his penis was very hard, poking Du Yunfeng's belly, "Yunfeng, how long have you not wanted me, I feel so bad gone."

"Shudong, don't go crazy," Du Yunfeng was pinched so brightly, "You can't force this, I really can't do it with you."

Song Shudong slammed Du Yunfeng in the stomach: "Who can do it with?"

He instinctively rubbed against Du Yunfeng, and said to himself: "How did you do it before? Oh, you think of me as him, don't you? Yunfeng, I like you as much as he does. Otherwise, you just treat me as Is he successful?"

"You are you, you are my benefactor, but this is really not a matter of time."

Du Yunfeng clenched his fists tightly, he was really going to lose control and beat Song Shudong violently.He finally warned: "Go down, or I will really show no mercy."

Song Shudong looked at him panting, made up his mind, and whispered viciously: "I don't want to be your benefactor, or throw me out. I would rather be ruined by a group of people than bear you abandoning me."

"Shame on you, isn't it?" Du Yunfeng couldn't bear it and slapped him.

"I've lost face a long time ago," Song Shudong let go of Du Yunfeng's limp lifeblood. He originally wanted to wait for the other party to harden, and sit on it directly.

He put his arms around Du Yunfeng's neck, his lower abdomen was extremely hard, and hit Du Yunfeng's stomach and thighs fiercely. He said disheartenedly: "If you really don't want me, I will give up. I can find other people, many, many people. I am in pain, so don't even try to be happy."

His tone was pathetic and serious.

Du Yunfeng clenched his fists and swallowed the words, his body stiffened and he did not hide.

Song Shudong worked alone for a long time, soiling Du Yunfeng's belly.As soon as his side was over, Du Yunfeng stood up unbearably, took off his shirt, wiped himself clean and went out.

"What the hell is this?" Du Yunfeng was so hurt that he couldn't walk, he thought as he walked, "It really is self-inflicted."

Du Yunfeng was extremely disgusted by this unusual way of getting close. Sure enough, it was even more difficult for Song Shudong to catch Du Yunfeng.

The whole brigade was in awe of the brigade commander, but the brigade commander was only afraid of Adjutant Song.

As soon as Du Yunfeng saw him, he felt uncomfortable, and even felt pain in his egg.

Du Yunfeng, who is not afraid of anything, is only afraid of him, and he doesn't know what he can do when he is cold.

He shuts the door tightly when he sleeps at night, feeling like a big girl in a boudoir, guarding herself like jade in times of crisis.

He had to find someone to watch Song Shudong secretly.

If he really wanted to provoke Song Shudong into doing something stupid, he would feel very sorry.At any time, Song Shudong will be his benefactor, not his enemy. Whether he deceives him around or messes up his life, it is a big mistake of life and death.

His situation was caused by himself. If he hadn't rebelled back then, he wouldn't have left Zhou Lan, and Zhou Lan wouldn't have abandoned him now.

This has nothing to do with Song Shudong.

Isn't Song Shudong's life ruined by himself?Running across the country, he took Song Shudong with him, how could Song Shudong still have his own life?

Therefore, he had to be responsible to Song Shudong, and there was no way he could escape.

What's more, the one-day couple's one hundred-day kindness, he swore loudly and loudly at the beginning, that he could not swallow it back.

He can't force himself to fall in love with Song Shudong, and he has no right to force Zhou Lan to turn around.

The sky is high and the ground is high, east, west, north, and south, he can't go anywhere, and if he moves, he will be blamed.

But he can't blame others, he walked step by step by himself.

Looking up to the sky and sighing, he thought amidst the slogans of the soldiers' drill, I deserve it right.