Look good

The living room is large and empty.

Sunlight shines into the house from the floor-to-ceiling windows in the north, making the whole hall bright.

Rao knew that no one would enter the living room without Wen Changrong's order, and people outside the floor-to-ceiling windows could not see inside, but Qiao Xing still felt uncomfortable doing that in such a place.

The action of the man tearing his clothes was very rough, and the force on his skin was not light. Qiao Xing could clearly feel Wen Changrong's irritability.

He raised his injured right hand on the back of the sofa chair, and clasped the man's broad back with his other hand.

He tentatively said, "Sir, shall we go upstairs?"

"..."

"The sofa is too small sir..."

"..."

"I can't put it here..."

'Clap' sound.

Wen Changrong slapped him hard on the hip.

Although the man had already withdrawn his strength, Qiao Xing still gasped in pain at that moment.

Before he could say anything else, the man's palm had firmly clamped his chin, and he pushed his head upwards with shocking force, forcing that beautiful neck to be fully exposed.

Wen Changrong frowned, his cold gray pupils were full of frightening scorn:

"It's been seven fucking years since you learned when to open and when to shut up?"

"..."

Such a posture of being forced to raise his head made Qiao Xing have difficulty breathing, and the fingers on his trachea gave him the illusion of being held down by a large predator.

Under the restraint of the man, Qiao Xing shook his head with difficulty, his long eyelashes trembling like flying butterflies.He raised his eyelids slightly, and his transparent brown pupils looked at Wen Changrong with a hint of fear.

"..." Wen Changrong then withdrew his restraining hand, stopped doing any foreplay, and simply and roughly tugged on his pants.

Qiao Xing lifted his lower body in cooperation, and the man still cleaned him up.

Hold.

Dare to rape men.

Qiao Xing thought.

You better fucking stay in it.

……

It's a pity that Wen Changrong didn't break it, but Qiao Xing felt that he was split.

I really don't know what a non-human diamond is, the Lord Gold Master. Qiao Xing was dizzy from the pain, and felt what it meant to be suffering in the world.

The pain is fine, this sofa is too narrow, it is barely enough to accommodate two adult men, and today Wen Changrong seems to have taken explosives again, with rough movements and turning him over and over like a pancake, Qiao Xing has already paid close attention His poor right hand was unavoidably squeezed several times, and every time it hurt him a lot.

……

Time passed by minute by minute.

Qiao Xing put his arms loosely on the man's shoulders, humming and chirping, but his eyes glanced at the wall clock on the wall from time to time.

He thought, it's almost time now, no matter how angry Wen Changrong is, he should have reached his limit.

Just thinking about it, Wen Changrong's movement frequency has reached the final stage as expected.

Qiao Xing cooperated with all his strength, and was just happy to finally be free, but the man's hand was covering his mouth and nose.

Qiao Xing had a delicate face, his mouth, nose and lower part were covered by the man's palm, so he could only see his eyes.

Wen Changrong didn't look at him the whole time today, but now he straightened his back and his eyes fell on his eyes.

It was rare for them to look at each other for such a long time. Qiao Xing saw that Wen Changrong's gray eyes were particularly deep today, like a thousand-year-old cold pool, as if he was about to drag people into it.

After a few seconds of staring at each other like this, Qiao Xing quickly noticed something was wrong.

Although Wen Changrong looked at him, his eyes were very strange. Rather than looking at him, it might be better to say that he was looking at someone else through his eyes.

It's not surprising that Qiao Xing has seen such eyes many times, but... the hand covering his mouth and nose became tighter and tighter.

Wen Changrong doesn't have any dangerous habits in bed, and Qiao Xing is even more afraid of death. He only needs to be covered for two seconds before the alarm goes off.

"Sir..." He tried to speak, but his mouth was tightly covered by the man.

He tried to move his hands and feet again, but was suppressed more vigorously by the man.

shit.

He doesn't want to die here!

Qiao Xing's nails scratched a few bloodstains on the man's back, and he struggled harder.

It's a pity that there is absolutely no reason to talk to the beast.

The more he struggled, the more irritable Wen Changrong became, and his strength grew stronger and stronger.

Seeing that Gouxue Danmeiwen was about to become a memoir of murder, Qiao Xing couldn't care about his injured right hand anymore. He immediately used both hands and feet, trying his best to break free from the man's grasp.

Wen Changrong became even more irritable, and attacked his neck with his palm, and Qiao Xing used all his breastfeeding strength to clamp Wen Changrong's neck.

He shouted with all his strength, "Wen Changrong! I'm Qiao Xing!"

"..."

The roar was deafening.

Uncle Wu, who was standing outside the door, was startled, and opened the door a little to take a look inside.

Wen Changrong was like a machine that had lost its clockwork, and all movements stopped instantly.

Seeing that Wen Changrong was not moving, Qiao Xing quickly let go of his hand and ran ten meters away at the fastest speed in his life.

The only sound in the living room was Qiao Xing's rapid breathing.

He looked at the still man on the sofa in shock, and was about to open the door and run if something went wrong.

Oh shit.

It really scared him to death.

Serving neuropathy is really not easy.

day.

It's really risking your life for money!

……

Qiao Xing's shortness of breath calmed down slightly, and Wen Changrong seemed to have recovered.

There was a faint smell of blood in the living room, Wen Changrong's eyes moved, and his eyes fell on Qiao Xing's right hand.

Qiao Xing was startled, and hurriedly took two steps back and looked down at his right hand.

The gauze was completely soaked in blood, and the piercing pain swept over the nerves of the brain belatedly.

It hurts like hell.

Qiao Xing became short of breath again, and his right hand began to tremble nervously.

Wen Changrong grabbed his clothes and trousers and ran closer, and quickly covered Qiao Xing's body with a suit jacket. The man stretched out his arms to wrap him in his arms, and patted his back gently with his palms.

He kissed his earlobe, and guided in a low voice and quickly:

"Take a deep breath, Qiao Xing, take a deep breath..."

"Don't be afraid, nothing will happen, just breathe..."

……

I have to feel that it is good to have money.

The two of them were in such a mess that they would be laughed at if they were sent to the hospital, but fortunately, there was an infirmary in Wen's house, and the doctors inside were on call 24 hours a day.

White medical table, white chairs.

Wen Changrong sat on a chair, and Qiao Xing sat sideways on Wen Changrong's lap.

Qiao Xing held a piece of alcohol-soaked cotton gauze to cover his mouth and nose in his left hand, while his right hand was placed on the table. A doctor and a nurse were treating the wound without turning their eyes.

……

The pain of the wound opening was doubled, and in addition to the need for secondary disinfection, Qiao Xing was so painful that tears were tearing up, and his mouth made a hissing sound from time to time.

"Do you want oxygen?" Wen Changrong held his back with one hand, and raised the small medical oxygen tank that he had been holding with the other.

The small oxygen tank was brought by the doctor who was short of breath when Qiao Xing was brought in just now, but after taking two breaths, Qiao Xing recovered.

Afterwards, the doctor was afraid that he would have a second haemorrhage reaction when he smelled blood, so he gave him an alcohol cotton cloth to cover his mouth and nose, and Wen Changrong held the oxygen tank in his hand for some time.

"..." Qiao Xing couldn't speak, but shook his head weakly against the man's chest, expressing that he didn't need it.

"It will be fine soon." Wen Changrong patted his back and kissed his sweat-soaked temple hair, "Don't be afraid."

"Um……"

Qiao Xing was weak.

The secondary disinfection of the wound was finally finished, and the doctor began to apply medicine.

Disinfection is also painful, and medication is also painful.

Qiao Xing, a star who is afraid of pain, had tears in his eyes from the beginning to the end, and his brows were slightly frowned as the pain from the medicine was applied.

Wen Changrong lowered his head to kiss his raised eyebrows, and repeated: "Don't be afraid, it will be fine soon."

"Um……"

Qiao Xing looked sleepy and answered with his nose.

In fact, he really wanted Wen Changrong to go away.

The two big men are full of bones, and it is uncomfortable to sit on top of each other. In addition, he has to sit on his side, so the posture of his hands is a bit awkward to show the doctor. The direction of sitting is not straight ahead, but a little bit oblique, no matter how you look at it, it is hard work.

Wen Changrong is really...

Ugh.

Qiao Xing thought, this person is so clever in the business field, why is he not so clever in this kind of place, as if he came here to cause trouble for others.

Thinking like this, Qiao Xing still didn't let Wen Changrong go.

He wanted to heal his hand injury, but as long as he opened his mouth, Wen Changrong would definitely leave.

But...Wen Changrong hugged him too tightly.

So much so that he could clearly feel the undetectable trembling of the man's body.

His hands were tightly wrapped around his waist as if he was afraid that he would lose him, and his lips kissed his forehead and eyebrows frequently. comfort.

Qiao Xing felt that he didn't need Wen Changrong, but Wen Changrong seemed to need him very much.

……

The long wound treatment is finally over.

During the process, Qiao Xing shed a few tears because he had a deep wound and was forced to sew two stitches.

After finishing everything, the two came out of the infirmary.

Wen Changrong took him by the hand and got into the car. Qiao Xing sat in the car, recovering from the pain a little.

He absently looked at the clothes he and Wen Changrong were wearing at the moment.

He was wearing a suit jacket, his chest was full of love marks, Wen Changrong's shirt had only been buttoned two times, revealing a large part of his chest, his back was scratched with a few bloody marks from his nails, and there were red marks on his neck from the pinch he had made earlier. The trousers on the lower bodies of the two were worn loosely.

This looks like...

Qiao Xing couldn't help laughing.

Hey.

This is God standing on Shen Ershao's side, seeing their adulterers and adulterers doing a scene, so they are not happy and punished by heaven?

"What are you laughing at?" Wen Changrong asked him.

"Hey," Qiao Xing raised the corners of his mouth and squinted his eyes over the past: "Do you think we were beaten out for having an affair?"

Wen Changrong tightened his fingers again, and answered unhappily, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Okay, okay." Qiao Xing leaned on Wen Changrong's shoulder as if he had no bones, and groaned, "You were so fierce before, you really scared me to death, you killed someone, you killed a beauty, if I die, this couple What a pity the world must have..."

"I lost control of my emotions at that time." Wen Changrong ignored his pretendingly relaxed fart teasing, but responded deeply: "I'm sorry."

"..."

Ouch.

The stinky fart funder apologized.

Qiao Xing was flattered.

He stood up and looked at Wen Changrong, and saw that the muscles between the man's brows and eyes were still as tense as before, and his whole face was full of seriousness, as if he hadn't recovered from the previous tension.

"Okay." Qiao Xing leaned his head on the man's shoulder again, "My lord has a lot, forgive you."