Slag Gong Revenge Plan [Rebirth]

Chapter 23

Shen Zhuo was still in his daytime clothes. He took off his suit jacket and tie at the bar, and his shirt sleeves were half rolled up, revealing a small section of his fair-skinned arms.

He spends less time exercising, and spends more time sitting in the office. He is thin and doesn't even have any muscles on his body.

With a sullen face, Su Jingcheng held Shen Zhuo's arm, and the bartender who had accepted a bribe from Boss Su timidly followed them all the way to the door of the bar.

I don't know whether it's because he was dizzy or subconsciously controlled, Shen Zhuo stood at the gate of the bar and twisted his body. He had to turn around and thank the bartender politely. He smiled very kindly and waved his hands: "It's been hard work, goodbye~ "

Su Jingcheng glared at Shen Zhuo, pulled his raised hand and forced it around his waist, then pressed Shen Zhuo back to his chest, and gave the bartender a displeased look.

The little bartender was so frightened that he hurriedly opened the door: "Go slowly!"

Su Jingcheng drove a black Cayenne with a license plate ending in three nines, and no one caught it in the middle of the night. He put it on the door of the bar, occupying most of the space in front of the door, and other people had to walk around when entering and leaving the door. .

It was windy at night in the capital, and only a shirt was left on Shen Zhuo's body.

After drinking strong alcohol, his body was already hot, but when he went out and was blown by the cool wind, Shen Zhuo subconsciously shivered slightly.

He was lying in Su Jingcheng's arms, there was no distance between the two of them, Su Jingcheng frowned and watched Shen Zhuo shrink into his arms several times, hesitated for a moment, and simply took off his coat and put it on for Shen Zhuo.

After unlocking the car and getting into the car, Su Jingcheng left Shen Zhuo on the passenger seat, frowning and wondering what to think.

He has never waited on people so much since he grew up, and when he was tossed out in the middle of the night, he couldn't get up and down in his heart. He pulled the seat belt from one side and Shen Zhuo fastened it. Shen Zhuo on the co-pilot.

Even when he was drunk, his breathing was still very light, as if he was afraid of disturbing others.

What was Su Jingcheng's posture when he threw him into the car just now, and what posture is he still in now, without even moving.

Shen Zhuo's facial features are very clear, he is not the type of handsome boy nowadays, his whole person looks very gentle, which is different from Su Jingcheng's other lovers.

Su Jingcheng suddenly found that even if Shen Zhuo was asleep at this moment and slightly closed his favorite eyes, he still liked this person very much.

But Shen Zhuo never knew good from bad.

Su Jingcheng raised Shen Zhuo's chin with some dissatisfaction and shook it left and right, then said angrily, "Shen Zhuo?"

The force was not heavy, but Shen Zhuo was a little uncomfortable drinking, and was dangling around, and finally regained a little consciousness. He squinted his eyes, looked at the offending person outside the car against the light, and pushed him lightly. One: "...Don't shake me..."

The voice was low and light, like a small brush with soft bristles, in the dead of night, it accurately brushed Su Jingcheng's heart.

It seems to be dependent, and it seems to be a little coquettish.

It was a tone that Su Jingcheng had never heard before, even when Shen Zhuo was fucked by him/between the two of them in the most intimate bed/room, and Shen Zhuo couldn't speak, he never begged him like this.

very itchy.

It made him wish he could swallow Shen Zhuo from beginning to end.

Su Jingcheng suddenly and fatally discovered that after the eyes and face, he may have also controlled Shen Zhuo's voice.

This is not a good discovery.

The hand stuck on the chin finally retracted, Shen Zhuo pursed his lips, leaned on the back of the chair, and fell asleep again in a daze.

Su Jingcheng put one hand on the car window frame, and stretched out the other hand to touch Shen Zhuo's side face.

After a long time, he sighed, lowered his head and kissed Shen Zhuo's forehead.

One kiss was not enough, another kiss, and finally blocked Shen Zhuo's lips.

Shen Zhuo vaguely felt that someone was restricting his breathing, and stretched out his hand to try to push the person on top of him. After pushing for a long time, he didn't push. After a while, the person seemed to touch the tip of his nose, and finally left automatically. up.

Su Jingcheng covered Shen Zhuo with his overcoat again, closed the car door on his side, walked to the driver's seat and sat in.

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Su Jingcheng didn't go back to the room Shen Zhuo rented, he turned around and drove back to the high-end apartment he was in.

The apartment is a large flat, with five sets of three. It is very short distance from Su's headquarters. It is located near the central square in the city center. Su Jingcheng bought the highest floor and can see the night of the whole city.

Su Jingcheng often lives here, which is convenient for him to go to work.

The security guard on duty at night hadn't rested yet, Su Jingcheng swiped the key card, parked the car in the underground garage, then turned back to the co-pilot and pulled Shen Zhuo into his arms.

Shen Zhuo was already drowsy, and fell limply into Su Jingcheng's arms. He squinted his eyes for a long time while lying on Su Jingcheng's shoulder, and said curiously: "Why is it you..."

After running all the way in the car, the smell of alcohol not only did not dissipate, but became stronger, looking like a little alcoholic.

Su Jingcheng mocked with a cold face: "Otherwise, who do you want to come? Who do you want to seduce?"

Shen Zhuo's consciousness was not so clear, he didn't understand Su Jingcheng's ridicule, and he didn't think to refute, his voice lowered: "I thought no one came."

Su Jingcheng paused for a moment, but didn't say anything, she gave Shen Zhuo an innocent look, and carried him to the elevator.

Tequila has a strong stamina, especially when Shen Zhuo mixed a few glasses of B52 into it. Now that the alcohol is strong, he can't even walk steadily.After walking a few steps, Shen Zhuo slid down from Su Jingcheng's body and sat down on the ground.

Su Jingcheng had no choice but to stop, supported Shen Zhuo, and was about to change his posture and move on again, Shen Zhuo turned his head and leaned into his ear in bewilderment: "...Eh, you still have a conscience now."

The scorching breath fell into his ears, and his lips brushed past, Shen Zhuo lowered his head again, ignoring him.

Su Jingcheng was so angry that he gritted his teeth. Seeing that Shen Zhuo was about to fall headlong again, he had no choice but to stretch out his hand to support Shen Zhuo again, and then slapped his ass: "If you drink so much again, I'll fuck you to death!"

Drunk people have more sensitive nerves, Shen Zhuo immediately felt someone spanking his ass.

He turned back, stretched out a hand to cover his buttocks, his eyes were full of blank and incomprehensible accusations: "Why did you hit me!"

Su Jingcheng grabbed his waist and taught him a lesson: "If you don't obey, you should hit him."

"Why..." Shen Zhuo felt aggrieved, he stretched out his hand to break away from Su Jingcheng, and staggered forward, "It doesn't matter to us, I want to go back, go home!"

Shen Zhuo fell to the ground again, Su Jingcheng finally gave up, he supported Shen Zhuo with a sullen face, squatted down in front of him, and said in a cold voice: "Come up."

Shen Zhuo didn't move for a while, and stood there looking at this posture, thinking about it, it seemed familiar, but he hadn't seen it for a long time.

"Come on, don't you understand?" Su Jingcheng became impatient, and stretched out his hand to grab Shen Zhuo's arm.

Shen Zhuo followed Su Jingcheng's strength and lay on Su Jingcheng's back. His back was broad and his shoulders had muscles, so he didn't feel awkward.

Su Jingcheng supported Shen Zhuo's butt and stood up, only to find that Shen Zhuo was very light, not at all the weight that should be for his height.

When the two of them walked to the elevator, Su Jingcheng stretched out his hand and pressed the up button, but he didn't even put Shen Zhuo down for a while, and just carried Shen Zhuo on his back, as if he was carrying a human-shaped baggage.

Shen Zhuo, who had been lying quietly all this time, suddenly laughed softly, very low, but because the two of them were close, Su Jingcheng could still hear it clearly.

"What's wrong?" Su Jingcheng lifted Shen Zhuo up.

Shen Zhuo bent his mouth, stretched out his arms to hug Su Jingcheng's neck, and said softly, "I remembered, so someone has carried me like this~"

Su Jingcheng reached out and patted Shen Zhuo's butt again, with a cold face: "Who are you going to seduce to carry you?"

The drunkenness in Shen Zhuo's eyes did not subside, he smiled slightly, raised one hand, and rubbed Su Jingcheng's hair with the posture of the two of them.

He was silent for a long time, and then slowly said: "My father, when he was young, he also carried me like this."

His smile retreated slowly, he yawned, leaned back on Su Jingcheng's shoulder, and added: "Just once."

Su Jingcheng frowned, and asked casually: "I've never heard you mention your family, where are your parents now?"

Drunk people cannot communicate normally, and Shen Zhuo fell asleep in a daze, so naturally he didn't answer Su Jingcheng's question.

Distraught by the warm breath, Su Jingcheng turned his face to look at Shen Zhuo who was lying on his shoulder, and did not continue to delve into this question.

It happened that the elevator went up and opened the door, so he had no choice but to return home with his humanoid baggage named Shen Zhuo on his back, and then threw that person on the big bed in the bedroom.

Su Jingcheng has a little bit of cleanliness, which comes from his supermodel mother, who can't tolerate going to bed without taking a shower.

Shen Zhuo, who returned to the embrace of the bed, finally switched positions. He turned to the right side, huddled himself into a ball, and slept soundly and sweetly.

Su Jingcheng walked over and shook Shen Zhuo, forcing him to wake up: "Go take a bath first."

Shen Zhuo raised his eyelids to glance at Su Jingcheng, refused to cooperate, turned around unceremoniously, and pointed his butt at him.

Su Jingcheng's patience tonight became surprisingly good after being honed repeatedly by Shen Zhuo. He stretched out his hand and turned Shen Zhuo over, and tugged Shen Zhuo to the side of the bed again, "Take a bath and sleep comfortably, okay?"

"You are so long-winded..." Shen Zhuo was so annoyed that he struggled to open his eyes, and closed them again after a while.

"..." Su Jingcheng resisted the urge to beat Shen Zhuo, and stretched out his hand to help Shen Zhuo take off his shirt, then his trousers and socks.

The last one left.

Light gray, popular style, the kind that Su Jingcheng would never buy.

Commonly known as straight men.

After a night of exercising, Su Dong, who was extremely proficient, picked Shen Zhuo up from the bed, and dragged him to the bathroom.

Walking to the door, Su Jingcheng hesitated for a moment, but let Shen Zhuo lean on him and helped him take off his underwear.

Shen Zhuo belongs to the type with sparse body hair, which Su Jingcheng has always liked, making him feel very clean.

At this time, little Shen Zhuo was hidden in a little hair, limp and without any sign of listlessness.

Su Jingcheng turned her head and kissed the corner of Shen Zhuo's mouth, and by the way reached out her hand to touch Xiao Shen Zhuo twice.

——Still limp, no response.

Drunk people are very dull in this regard, Su Jingcheng stopped teasing him, opened the bathroom door, and walked in with Shen Zhuo in his arms.

The author has something to say: Shen Zhuo: Boss Su, do you know how to write the word idiot ==

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