my brother became a scum

Zhang Chente naturally hugged my lower body, and even stretched out his hand to stroke the hair in my secret place. I restrained myself not to hurt him, but he held my pouch and inserted it deeper as I planned.

After I half-pushed, Zhang Chen indulged, and the front part of his throat was inserted into his throat, tight and hot. I didn't hold on for long and ejaculated, and he also gave me face and swallowed all my stuff.

I took out the penis, got out of bed to fetch warm water, and when I got the water and returned to the room, I saw Zhang Chen leaning against the head of the bed, not smoking, and looking very obedient.

I handed him warm water, and he drank a few sips of water like a child, shook his head, and I drank the rest.

"Are you taking a shower?"

"Too lazy to go."

"Then wipe your face."

"You wipe it for me."

So after making love, it was really a lot of trouble. I dug out a new basin, scalded it with a towel, and brought the towel in with the basin, and wiped the face, neck, hands and thighs of this lazy old man root.

He was also very cooperative. After wiping, his eyelids seemed to be unable to open. I carried him to the clean side of the bed, dug out a new quilt from the cabinet, and pressed it on him.

"What are you doing?" He asked with his eyes closed.

"You ejaculated on my bed, took off the sheets, and threw them in the washing machine for washing."

Zhang Chen’s house is regularly disturbed by aunts, and I am the only living person in my house, so it’s not good for Zhang Chen to be covered with a dirty quilt.

"Tsk," he didn't really appreciate it, and muttered vaguely, "it's just asking for trouble."

After speaking, he fell asleep, breathing long and steadily.

The clock has slipped to twelve o'clock at noon, and the food I ate in the morning has been almost consumed during exercise. When I was rubbing my shoulders and cooking, I remembered the original plan to go to the hot spring - I shouldn't have sperm in my head, just go straight Make it at home, go to the hot spring center to soak, no need to clean up, let alone cook.

I cooked the meal, Wen was in the kitchen, served myself a portion first, and ate on the sofa with a bowl in hand, the TV in the living room was turned on, the volume was turned to single digits, and I finished eating while listening to the news——I remembered After the next year, there will be a bunch of ideological reports, so I can only rely on the news to catch some hot news.

At nearly two o'clock in the afternoon, someone knocked on the door of the house. When he opened the door, he looked familiar. It was Mr. Wu's driver, the one who drove the car a few days ago.

He was holding things in both hands, and said Happy Chinese New Year. I passed him and found that there were about a dozen people behind him. If they weren't carrying or holding something in their hands, the scene would be very similar to that of a debt collection agency.

I took a deep breath and my first reaction was to say, "Take it easy, he's sleeping."

"Then this?"

"Just move in, he slept soundly."

"okay."

There were a bunch of shoe prints on the floor, I handed cigarettes one by one, the driver smiled at me, and led the group away.

When I closed the door, I heard the delivery man downstairs say: "This shop has a good temper, but the face is not very good-looking..."

I fell silent just after I said this half a sentence, Xu Shi was covered by my companion, I closed the door, looked at the pile of things in the living room, my brain hurt again.

A person needs face, a tree needs bark, and one needs to be able to stand upright in life, but Zhang Chen is used to ravaging and torturing others, so he doesn't care about some things.

For example, if he sent such a bunch of things, he must have a good intention, but unfortunately let me know that he gave more than one copy.

I can't think about this matter carefully, it's disgusting to think about it, and I can't stop this year.

I sat on the sofa and watched the news broadcast for half an hour, and made a report outline in my mind, barely suppressing the headache.

Zhang Chen pushed open the door at this moment, naked without any pants on, and asked directly, "Is there anything to eat?"

"Yes, it's in the kitchen, you go back to the house and find some pajamas to wear."

"I can't find it, you come."

I rubbed between my eyebrows: "It's in the cabinet."

"Well," Zhang Chen turned around, turned around again, and asked me, "What's the matter, why don't you look happy after I sleep."

"Nonsense, I'm not unhappy, I just collected a bunch of things from you, and I'm worried about how to clean them up."

"Use it if you need it, and give it to others if you don't need it. No way, don't you have a website that sells second-hand cigarettes, and you can sell them for cigarette money."

"You have a big heart. I really sold it for money. Don't you feel sad?"

"I'd be happy if you really sold it. After so many years, you won't accept any cash."

"Come on, don't be naked, go put on some clothes and eat."

Zhang Chen entered the bedroom door, I wiped my face with my hands, and went to the kitchen to get food.

After Zhang Chen finished eating, it was already dark outside. He lay on my sofa, unable to scream, and bluntly expressed his intention to stay overnight.

When I finished packing up and sat on top of his hair, he naturally jumped up, pillowed on my lap, closed his eyes and said nonsense: "Chen Heping, I lie on your lap, just like lying on my lap when I was a child." Like in mother's arms."

I touched his fair face and thought that if Zhang Chen were my son, I would beat him eight times a day.

He closed his eyes and meditated, I touched his face for a while, then couldn't help but grabbed his hand, looked and looked: "It's time to cut the nails."

"Ah."

"Let me cut it for you."

"Okay."

So I cut his nails on both sides and sharpened them.

"Brother, you are so kind to me."

"fine."

"This may be the best thing that happened to me when I went in."

"Don't say that."

"Before the accident, I think you are going to run away at any time. After this incident, you have changed a lot."

"I can't run anywhere."

"It's not a person, it's a heart."

Zhang Chen opened his eyes and stared straight at me: "Even if you don't like me, you still love me."

I covered his eyes with my hand: "Zhang Chen, I can't be with you forever."

"Let's go and see."

Zhang Chen was tired of staying at my house for a few days, except lying on the bed, he just lay on the sofa, chatting casually.

He said that he hadn't smoked a cigarette for two consecutive months, and there were always people asking similar questions in front of him repeatedly.

He said that sometimes they were not allowed to sleep at all, the lights were too bright and the room was dark and cool.

He said that except for those people, no one had a word with him. After eight days in No. 70, someone came in, handed him a blade, and told him that the old lady could not protect him.

He said it calmly, so I listened to it as a story, but I couldn't help but touch his face, and I couldn't hide my distress.

He said that this matter was a bureau from the beginning, and he wanted to pull him down forcefully, so he didn't care about his life. Who would have thought that the people behind the scenes planted a dark thread, but got off the horse before the incident happened, and the subsequent push Without support, he asked his people to find an opportunity to fight back.

He said that when he left that poor place, he asked Lao Wu who came to ask him, and all his people asked him, but I didn't.At that time, he missed me very much and was very angry, so he didn't come to see me in a fit of anger.

He raised his hand to hold my hand, eyes still closed, but said: "Why don't you ask me how I am, why don't you want to come to see me?"

I didn't answer his question, but asked him back: "Why are you telling me these things?"

He grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips, kissing my fingers lightly: "I have no one to say except you."

Like a child, you will cry when you are sad, you will hug you when you are hurt, and you will find someone to babble about and complain about how hard you are even if you have passed a hurdle.

"It's okay, it's all over."

He hummed vaguely, but licked my finger with his tongue, lustful and innocent.

In the early morning of the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, Zhang Chen's phone rang. He leaned against the head of the bed while clutching his hair, but his expression was very serious. After listening to the long words on the other side of the phone, he replied, "Okay, I'll go back right away."

He hung up the phone, lifted the quilt, and got out of bed naked, with the marks left by our lingering on his back, but there was no impression of weakness.

I yawned, got up from the bed, took out a semi-finished hamburger from the refrigerator, put it in the microwave oven, and scalded the milk with hot water. As soon as I was done, Zhang Chen asked me: "I have a tie Woolen cloth?"

The tie he wore when he came over was stained with semen yesterday. I washed it and left it to dry, but it is still not dry today.I dug out a new one from my closet that was given by a friend years ago, and took it out to show him: "This one?"

"Row."

He poked his head over, I grabbed the tie and wrapped it around his collar, tied him a double cross knot, smoothed out every wrinkle, and just as I let go, I saw him raise his arm again.

"What's the matter, let me put a coat on for you?"

"Ah."

He really has the face to say yes.

I turned around and took the coat, helped him put it on, and buttoned it from bottom to top. He leaned over and kissed my cheek with tender eyes: "You are so kind."

My fingertips moved and I laughed too: "Let's go, let's go to work."

Zhang Chen left again, and I was finally free to prepare the report materials to be submitted at work. When I opened the notebook, I realized that it was in sleep mode—Zhang Chen used my notebook to handle some business yesterday, and it might not be turned off.

I entered the password and pressed Enter, but the destination was the WeChat chat window interface, the top one was a gorgeous face, not very unfamiliar, it was Zhang Chen's long-term girlfriend Paul, the owner of the Ginza Bar, Chinese Name, I remember Ji Chen.

There are only a few words on the interface, and it is difficult not to see it.

Paul: Come here, let me clean you up?

Zhang Chen: At my wife's house.

Paul: I'm going to Paris tomorrow.

Zhang Chen: Fuck.

Paul: Let's have a blast, and then I'll introduce you to someone.

Zhang Chen: Huh?

Paul: I tried, Tessau.

Zhang Chen: Wait until tomorrow?

Paul: It's an early morning flight tomorrow. If you don't come today, I'll max out your credit card.

Zhang Chen: Swipe casually.

Paul: I miss you so much.

Zhang Chen: Tsk, call me later and talk for a while.

Paul: You have bothered enough.

I glanced at the time, half an hour ago.

Zhang Chen has been in there for half a year, but he may not have noticed that there is a new function in WeChat, the chat history of the mobile phone will be synchronized to the computer, which is a rare idiot once.

I closed his WeChat interface, opened the document and started writing various report materials. I even found time to order a takeaway for myself in the middle. Maybe I was too focused on the work, but the efficiency was surprisingly high. I completed all the reports in a few hours. Things, I made a backup and sent a copy to my email.

The takeaway knocked on the door of my house at this time. I thanked me and started eating. While I was eating, the phone rang, and it was Zhang Chen's.

I answered the phone: "What's the matter?"

"I've just finished my work, so I'll call you." The background music on Zhang Chen's side was very quiet, and his voice was gentle and pleasant, "Zhang Chen, I miss you."

"I miss you too." I held my phone between my hands and wiped the corners of my mouth with a tissue. "You have to work hard."

"Come on, my good brother, don't miss me."

We chatted a few more words, and it seemed that someone was calling him, so he apologized and said that he was going to work, and I hummed, and he hung up the phone.

In the afternoon, I changed and washed the sheets and quilts, and I was busy for a while. After five o'clock in the evening, I finally couldn't find anything to do.

I know it's time for dinner, but I'm not really hungry, and I know maybe I should go to bed early, and I have to wake up at seven tomorrow to go to work.

However, Zhang Chen sent another WeChat message at this time. He invited me to have dinner tomorrow night, and sent another cute emoji. On the emoji package, there was a beautiful little man in a tie waving banknotes, and four words popped out. Big characters: "I support you."

At that moment, the mentality collapsed.

I dressed thickly, locked the door of the house, and walked down the stairs into the winter night, only to find that it was snowing heavily outside, and the wind was blowing on my cheeks like a knife.

I stopped a car and reported the address. The driver gave me a surprised look and stepped on the accelerator.The car quickly got on the highway, and through the car window, I could see countless lights like stars in the night sky, beautiful and lonely.

One summer, the school organized a play activity. Zhang Chen and I stayed up most of the night and insisted on catching fireflies, but got lost in the woods and bitten on our arms and thighs. We had no choice but to Listen to dawn before leaving.

We found an old tree together and fell asleep next to it.In the middle of the night, Zhang Chen woke me up again. When I opened my eyes, I saw fireflies everywhere.

He stretched out his hand, grabbed a few of them weakly, and held them in front of me: "Chen Heping, I'll see you off."

I was about to hold it, but he spread his hand and made those fireflies fly away.

"If you catch them, they won't live long. I'll show you and let them run away."

I wasn't angry either, I just pointed to a group of fireflies in front of me: "Zhang Chen, if you don't send me off, I can still see it."

The driver finally stopped the car. He said, "There are sidewalks inside, so I can't drive in."

I thanked me, handed over the money, and waited for the machine to issue the invoice. The driver handed me the invoice together with the change. Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore and said: "It's very messy here, it's Chinese New Year's Eve , what are you doing here?"

"I have a brother here."

The driver's expression was obviously disbelieving, but he didn't ask any more questions.

I pushed open the car door and buried myself in the wind and snow again. This is the most obscene place in the city, but it is wrapped in a layer of high-end appearance.

I walked past brightly lit buildings and stopped at the door of an almost low-key mansion. The etiquette staff at the door glanced at me. I took out a card from my wallet and swiped it. Sure enough, the door opened automatically. up.

I walked into the long corridor, went up to the second floor very familiarly, and opened the door of the innermost room on the second floor.

The lights inside were flickering and dimming, and an ancient waltz was playing. Zhang Chen was sitting on the sofa facing the door, pressing his hand on the head of a man who was kneeling naked between his legs, and He blowjobs.

I stood at the door, facing Zhang Chen's gaze, thanking the lighting in the room for making it difficult for me to see his expression at the moment.

"Turn on the lights."

The light turned on at once, and I noticed that there was another person in the room, wrapped in a nightgown, with traces of eroticism all over his body, it was Paul.

Paul smiled at me, with provocative brows and eyes, and said, "It's so late, why is Brother Ping here?"

"Long time no see, Ji Chen."

Paul turned his head away and asked Zhang Chen, "Should I go out with him first?"

"Wait a minute."

Zhang Chen grabbed the man's hair and stroked it dozens of times before ejaculating.The boy was choking on the semen and coughing, but he swallowed all the liquid, and his lower body was also a mess. Paul helped him to stand up.

I turned around and let the two of them leave, but Paul said lightly when we passed by, "Are you still with him?"

The voice was so small that I heard it just now, like a hallucination.

For a while, Zhang Chen was always drunk, and asked me to pick him up when he was drunk, but he opened the door ten times, and seven or eight times he was making love with Paul.

He asked me to play with him, or find someone new to play with, I just thought he was talking nonsense, and I couldn't understand his lewd appearance, so I simply pulled him up and pushed him into the cistern, and told him Sober and sober.

He struggled to lift his head, the water rolled down his hair and cheeks, and he looked at me and laughed.

He said, "Did you come to take me home?"

I used to think that when he was older, when he was established, he would be less absurd.But he fell in love with Paul's flesh, in love with fresh flesh, in love with venting in an orgasm.

He no longer gets drunk and doesn't need to be depressed.There have also been changes. In the past, he called and asked me to take him back. Now he is asked to call someone else and pretend to go to work instead of being here.

In fact, he doesn't need to hide from me, let alone lie to me. He and I are the purest sex friends, why bother to weave an elaborate lie and pretend to be sweet.