Can't be chased

Sheng Ming was in a bad mood. He was tricked by Jiangtang into this ghostly place. He couldn't stand it after just a second glance. Come here alone.

He ran too fast, Sheng Ming turned to the side, but he couldn't dodge completely, and was grabbed by the corner of his clothes by the man.

The irritability intensified. Sheng Ming glanced at the people on the ground. There were very few clothes on his body, which only covered the important parts. All the welts.

His identity was clearly revealed, and Sheng Ming's eyes were icy, and he felt that the place he touched was filthy.

The fabric of the trousers was pulled out of its folds, the man raised his head, and Sheng Ming paused when he tried to shake him off.

They were a pair of very beautiful eyes, the dark brown pupils were covered by water mist, with a little bewilderment, more fear.It was very clean, not like someone who was used to sex, or even someone who was immersed in life. It was in stark contrast to the blood dripping from his forehead and covering his eyebrows.

Sheng Ming didn't know why, as if his heart had been poked.He has been in the mall for a long time, coupled with his arrogance and domineering since childhood, he has never been a person full of sympathy, and he is even happy to see others struggling in panic under his hands. At that moment, his soft heart made him a little uncomfortable .

A few big guys from behind caught up and immediately apologized when they saw the man in front of them, and then violently broke the man's hand.

The ground and the skin rubbed blood, but the man didn't know the pain, so he hugged his leg tightly. The water mist finally broke and turned into tears, but the owner was unaware of it.

He seemed to have no choice but to stare at Sheng Ming, the pleading in his eyes was about to overflow.

Amidst the men's yelling and fists and feet, Sheng Ming heard a bloody "please" that seemed to come out of his chest with his throat pressed down. It was as rough as sand. He had never heard it before. People can make such a miserable sound.

Sheng Ming thought it was absurd. Several men surrounded him and broke the hands wrapped around his legs. He had to support the car next to him to prevent him from falling. It was like a fucking farce.

He kicked away the men around his legs, and his whole body exuded evil spirits. For a while, those men stopped beside him and did not dare to approach him.

Sheng Ming was almost laughed out of anger, it was all like this, the man rubbed a lot of injuries on the ground with the movement of his legs, and he was able to hold him so firmly.

He squatted down, with some repressed anger, and said harshly: "Aren't you afraid that I also have this hobby?"

The man shivered suddenly, loosened his hand for a moment but immediately hugged it tightly.

"All, everything is fine... just... go out..."

His teeth were chattering, and he was as pitiful as a little chicken.

Sheng Ming stood up, glanced at the person next to him, and pressed his eyebrows together: "Where's your boss?"

The man was completely frightened, trembling all over, let go of the two tightly held arms, got up before anyone noticed, and ran forward stumblingly.

Several strong men next to him swarmed up, pushed him to the ground, grabbed the collar around his neck and strangled him hard.

"Damn, you have a really strong temper, and you're going to find trouble for me."

Sheng Ming saw the flushed face that was about to suffocate through a few people who surrounded him tightly. He was too embarrassed and too weak. What does this kind of rubbish have to do with him?

"Let go of him." He said suddenly, "Bring your boss, I'll buy him."

Hell's outstretched hands grabbed his ankles and began to drag him down, when suddenly the light burst through the air, illuminating everything.

Sheng Ming helped Qin Side pay back the money, but the boss didn't want to let Anfan go. A bi/sex person can bring more than the mere 200 million yuan, but the person who can do this is Linglong who is used to it and doesn't want to mess with Sheng Ming. A person like Ming, waited for Sheng Ming to increase the price and he saw that he was happy, so he took him in and let him go.

After he said that sentence, An Fan was like a sticky candy, clinging to his surroundings, limping along with his steps.When he was very scared, his hands subconsciously wanted to grab Sheng Ming, but after being swept away by his disgusted look, he took it back and forced himself to walk on his own.

Until he got out of Maoye and got in the car, Anfan still seemed to be in a dream, huddled in the corner of the back seat and dared not speak.

Sheng Ming called his assistant and asked him to come over and take the person away. He treated him as a fool and did charity. From then on, it has nothing to do with him whether he wants to go or not.

An Fan was unwilling.

He changed into the clothes brought by his assistant, a clean white T and jeans, empty and childish.

"I will return the money to you."

Sheng Ming didn't want to waste any more time on him, so he was very impatient: "No need."

Someone hugged his legs suddenly, An Fan knelt on the ground, facing Sheng Ming in a submissive posture.Sheng Ming understood what he meant, but this move turned his previous weird soft-heartedness into predictable disgust.It really is this kind of person.

"You want to stay with me?"

An Fan clenched his lips and didn't move, but the meaning was obvious.Sheng Ming put his hand on his hair, and suddenly tightened his grip: "No wonder, it's so cheap."

An Fan's already pale face was devoid of any trace of blood. When Sheng Ming let go, he supported the table and stood up: "I will find other ways to pay you back."

He bowed deeply to Sheng Ming: "Thank you."

Sheng Ming looked at his thin and thin back, and suddenly said: "Wait." An Fan stopped obediently, and obediently waited for him to speak.

"If you want to stay, you can stay." Sheng Ming walked over and pinched his chin, with a lot of malice in his words, "It's equivalent to handing over the rights of Maoye to me. After selling for two years, you will be free."

The next day, Sheng Ming gave him a contract. An Fan couldn't read very well, and the specific items in it were not very clear. The general meaning was that his assistant told him. Sheng Ming was sitting on the sofa, with a half-smile Watch his reaction.

An Fan was confused when he heard it, but no matter what the request was, he would not have any objection. Although Sheng Ming used the word "buy" in such a commercial way, as if he was a commodity, An Fan responded to the insult Peace of mind is like a gift from God.

An Fan has never experienced this kind of thing. Although he has been raped for a week in Maoye, it is still a prop and has no real sexual experience.But he knew he was sold, and the only useful thing was this body, so he took the initiative to do it, so he couldn't refuse.

He stared at the door of the guest room without blinking, but Sheng Ming never expressed that intention.

Although Sheng Ming has a bad temper, but he was born into a wealthy family, has been immersed in strict family traditions for many years, received a good elite education, and actually still upholds certain principles of a gentleman in his bones.However, it is more likely that he looks down on An Fan.Although he kept Anfan, he always thought him dirty.

An Fan didn't have a few face-to-face meetings with Sheng Ming, and Sheng Ming went on a business trip for a long time, one week.During these time, An Fan finally made a weak psychological construction, which was only weak enough for him to collapse after he knocked on Sheng Ming's door.

Sheng Ming was used to being alone, he completely forgot about An Fan during the few days of his business trip, and he was surprised when he saw someone at home before he remembered it.

The people outside the door avoided his eyes, Sheng Ming swept his whole body and smiled playfully.There are quite a few people who have slept with him, and this experience is quite unusual.

"Do you just tremble when you see me?"

"Yes, I'm sorry." An Fan blushed and apologized in a panic.He should have just taken a shower, lingering with moist water vapor, and a faint scent of soap, such a face, such a person, it is difficult to connect with the prostitute a few days ago.

When being pushed onto the bed, An Fan had warned himself countless times not to lose his composure, to show cowardice, and not to upset Mr. Sheng, but it didn't work in the end.

He seemed to be locked in that room full of props again, his hands and feet were restrained, and the touch on his limbs was disgusting.

He twitched all over and really retched, and the pressure on his body disappeared. Sheng Ming let go of him, watching him indifferently retching in pain as he lay beside the bed.

"Okay, I don't need you as a servant, you don't have to do this anymore."

An Fan didn't breathe a sigh of relief, he felt sad and annoyed at himself.He has nothing to give Sheng Ming, not even the most basic desire can satisfy him.

Maybe he really complied with Sheng Ming's "cheapness", but in the more than ten years since An He left, he has met so many people, only Sheng Ming stretched out his hand to him.

This little bit is too important to Anfan, and he is flattered.He was obsessed with being close to this rare warmth, and he was trembling to think about giving something in return, otherwise he would feel uneasy.

An Fan minimized his sense of existence. When Sheng Ming was at home, he almost shut himself in the room all the time, afraid of disturbing Sheng Ming.

When Sheng Ming was away, he almost took on the role of nanny at home, but he didn't dare to enter Sheng Ming's room, and he didn't dare to touch those personal things. He only polished the basic furniture.

There was a time when the lights in the study room were not turned off at two or three o'clock, An Fan gritted his teeth, tiptoed to the kitchen, made a bowl of noodles, and carefully knocked on the door of the study room.

These days, Sheng Ming seems to have forgotten about An Fan again, he was actually a little surprised at himself, he didn't expect that he would not reject the sudden addition of another resident in the house, and quickly got used to the presence of that person.

He watched the man put the noodles on the table nervously, maybe because the light was too warm and the night outside the window was too gentle, Sheng Ming took the bowl of noodles and it tasted very good.

"Did you cook at home all this time?"

An Fan thought he was upset, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I use a newly bought small pot, and I haven't touched the other utensils. I will go out to eat in the future."

Sheng Ming paused holding the chopsticks, and continued to pick up a chopsticks noodles: "I will be one more person in the future, and I will come back to eat. Use the tableware as you like."

An Fan raised his head abruptly, and stopped his restless fingers. Seeing that Sheng Ming didn't look at him, but continued to eat, a faint smile crept up the corners of his eyes and brows, and his long-confused brows slightly relaxed: "Yeah. .”

This is the first time Sheng Ming has seen him smile in such a long time. It's pretty good-looking, Sheng Ming thought angrily.