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Han Ziye gritted his teeth and tried to endure the tremors that sprang out from the depths of his body. All his strength seemed to disappear after pushing Tan Xinghe away and saying: "Don't do things that you regret". do.Even his sanity gradually became dizzy, until the cold hand touched his forehead in the early morning, and the familiar body odor approached him, as if a new energy was generated, he held back moans, held back the strong desire to tear him down, Difficult to say: "Hurry up, go home, I want to drink water."

Qingchen picked him up, walked out staggeringly, the moment he helped him to sit on the back seat, he rolled over and crushed him on the back seat, Qingchen screamed out, "Master, please be patient, this can't work here, here—oh!"

Han Ziye accurately bit the cold lips that made the sound, and tasted a trace of blood with too much force. He caught the slippery and cold little tongue, as if he had obtained a thirst-quenching sweet spring, and violently stirred and sucked it.The groans in the early morning made his blood run more excitedly, his rationality flew out of the sky with his soul, he got up and pulled his hands, the buttons of his white shirt flew away, his snow-white body was exposed, he stuck it on, the slight The cold body exuding the fragrance of lemon made him tremble with comfort. He kneaded the tender red dot on his chest, and heard the pleasant panting with satisfaction. Body odor, bursts of excessive pain in the lower body.

He was already dizzy in the morning when the quilt bit his lip in Ziye, and a burst of sore numbness shot up his spine from the depths of his body. He didn't know whether to resist with reason or to respond according to his own desire. It seemed that I was subconsciously looking forward to this moment, waiting for his call, and my heart was beating like a drum and my back hole was wet from the moment I saw his high-puffed pants.Just like taking drugs, knowing that it will hurt later, I still can't stand the temptation of being hugged and entered by him. In the morning, when I was sucked by his nipples, my posterior acupoints contracted unbearably, my breathing was so chaotic that I couldn't control my body, and my lower body was already high Tilting up, exuding clear liquid, Ziye's hot big hands pinched his waist, and he lifted his waist cooperatively, obediently let him take off his pants, and turned over.

Midnight is like a big net covering the back of the morning, with hot arms around the shoulders of the morning, and the huge penis as hard as iron against the wet back hole, slowly pushing himself in along the rhythm of the contraction, the moment of full entry , Hearing a "crack" in the throat in the early morning, the beautiful neck was thrown back, the whole body convulsed, and the hands scratched the leather seat with traces, and it turned out to have ejaculated.The orgasm lasted for a long time, Ziye grasped Qingchen's shoulders tightly, enjoying the seemingly endless tightening, the pleasure made his eyes go black, he waited silently until Qingchen's body softened, coughing and breathing resumed.

This delicious appetizer seems to indicate how gluttonous the main meal will be.Midnight is like a gourmet who has been hungry for a long time, patiently and steadily enjoying the moaning, crying, panting, orgasm, trembling, and suffocation in the morning.

He used all his senses to feel the snow-white body under him, he kissed and bit the straight collarbone, sucked out rose-red spots on the fossa of his neck, touched his beautiful shoulders, chest, and waist with both hands, and then bent down Holding the hard round meat in his mouth, he hugged his head tremblingly in the early morning, and let out a seductive cry.He arranged that flexible body into various shapes that he wanted, and let the slippery and soft back hole tightly cover him, he swung his solid waist, and looked at the hands that were grasping his arms before the early morning climax, the knuckles were all broken Turned white, his breathing stopped, and his whole body fell into frantic convulsions, his eyes stared straight at midnight, his brows were furrowed, and a tight gasp sound came out from his slightly opened light red mouth.

This scene made Han Ziye extremely satisfied, he stepped up his horsepower, and opened up the tight posterior acupoint with each stroke, reaching the depth of the gland.Until the pink genitals dripped out of clear fluid, which covered the snow-white lower abdomen.

Maybe it's the effect of aphrodisiacs, maybe it's the difference of two years. This long sex lasted for a long time. From the beginning of the morning, I ejaculated every ten minutes, until my whole body was limp, and I was lying on the back seat. Zi Ye tightly grasped the white and tender buttocks to go in and out, and the saliva flowed down the sideways face on the ground, forming a small puddle.Both of them had no way to think, and the entry of Midnight still brought pleasure. In the morning, he could not moan softly and kept trembling, and Midnight was on the verge of orgasm again. After the attack, in the early morning, I only felt a hot flow involuntarily gushing out of the lower body, and I became incontinent.Ziye shot the last shot in this frantic scene, rolled over Qingchen's body, and kissed her.

In the monitoring room, Tan Xinghe stared at the shaking body on the screen, held his breath in despair, followed the frequency of his right hand to shoot again, softened his body, and suddenly threw the phone over, the screen shattered into spider webs, The phone bounced back and hit me.

The rain cleared and the clouds cleared, the east was white, Midnight shot the last drop of bodily fluid, wiped off the messy back seat, lay down in the drowsy early morning, and drove home with the last sliver of waking, reluctantly carried him upstairs , and then fell into a coma as if he had been punched to death.

Han Qingchen's 20-year-old life can be divided into three stages.Before the age of seven, he lived with his mother. His father didn't come home often, but he loved him very much.At that time, his surname was not Han. He took his father’s surname as Chen, and his name was Chen Qing. His gentle and lovely mother told him that his father was doing business abroad. Although he couldn’t live with them often, his father loved them very much.

Chen Qingsheng is like a fan, and he is very good. He learns piano from his mother, draws and plays chess from the teacher he invited, and shows his paintings one by one to his father who comes every ten and a half months.He showed his talent in painting early on, and the cabinets in the corner of the living room were filled with awards. His father was very happy and rewarded him, and took him and his mother to the Louvre to see paintings.

When I was seven years old, a strange woman came to the house one day, wearing shiny jewelry, with an unhappy face.After she left, my mother sat in the living room for a long, long time until it was dark.The little Chen Qing sat on the stairs and hugged his knees. He felt his mother's unhappiness, so he didn't dare to say that he was hungry.

Not long after that, her gentle and lovely mother, who could play the piano and make a lot of delicious snacks, died in a car accident. He couldn't accept the great changes. For more than ten days in a row, he seemed to be dreaming, confused and ignorant. I was taken to the United States and lived in a big house, where the father called the unhappy woman honey, and there was a boy and two girls who called him father, the boy looked at him with his head tilted, and suddenly approached him and said a foreign language.He looked at him blankly, as if he knew the smile on his lips was malicious.A few days later, the boy learned poor Chinese from somewhere, and said crookedly: "Your mommy is a shameless woman, you are an illegitimate child, you should go to hell."

The little Chen Qing still looked at him blankly, his soul seemed to shrink suddenly, and a part of him followed his mother to an unknown place.His reaction to the outside world became very slow, he ate very little, couldn't sleep, and sat on the chair in the bedroom for a long time every day in a daze.

Not long after, his father sent him to a boarding art school. Perhaps the resilience of children is particularly strong. His familiar colors, light, shadows and smells saved him. He seemed to have forgotten the past and himself, and devoted himself to learning In it, I practice various skills day and night, and when I can’t fall asleep, I draw warm colors and lovely images to hug and look at, and I fall asleep all the time.

He is taciturn and doesn't say a word all day long, but his appearance is white and tender, and his painting style is changeable, talented, and willing to endure hardships. All the teachers and students like him very much. They named him Raffaello, and they think he looks like Like Raphael, both the person and the painting style are delicate and elegant, soft and lovely.

He never went back to that big house, never saw his father and his unhappy wife again, he went home with his kind teacher Eddie for Christmas, he participated in many competitions and won many awards, which meant that he was going to be famous internationally, but After he won the award, he was never happy again, he just locked it in his locker lightly. At the school art exhibition when he was 12 years old, his paintings were the highlight of the entire exhibition, and he spent a lot of thought on arranging them at the core of the exhibition. As a result, on the day of the opening, a group of gangsters from downtown New York rushed in and painted them with canned paint. "Sonofabitch."

Since then he refused to participate in any competitions and exhibitions.

Two years later, his father came to him and knelt down to beg him to forgive him, saying that he had offended the American gangsters, and that the leader of the Chinese gang, Hong Tu, would help him as long as he was willing to be an assistant.He packed all his luggage and left the school in a daze.

He thought he was sold to Hong Tu by his father, but a good-looking man beside Hong Tu pinched his chin and looked at him for a long time, then sighed: "This child was born with a beautiful face, and God rewarded him with food. Would it be a pity for the bastard?"

He will receive a video every week, which is a video of a tall and handsome boy secretly captured during this period. He has a good-looking face and a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes. He has a tall and straight figure, elegant manners, and a bad temper. Often with a mocking smile.This is his master in this life, Han Ziye.It took him a year to memorize everything about him, from his work and rest time, eating habits, to the emotions and sorrows represented by his every expression.The butler school taught him all the skills needed to serve Han Ziye, from cooking a luxurious meal to tying a proper Windsor knot for a dress.

Hong Tu and that good-looking man—later he knew that he was Han Yi, Hong Tu's legal partner, and Han Ziye's father, who treated him very well, and Han Yi even loved him very much in the end, and took him to meet him. The two old men later gave him naturalization.He has a new name, Han Qingchen.

The night before returning to China, Han Yi called him and asked him if he wanted to pay off his father’s debts. If he really didn’t want to, he could go to Hong Tu and tell Hong Tu that he should help Chen Heren. If he wanted to continue studying painting, he could also send him to France. .

Looking up at Han Yi early in the morning, he doesn't know how to express his feelings. His past is like a dream, and his future is also like a dream without direction and end. He often can't distinguish dreams from reality. He doesn't know what he should do. Where to go, what to do, he must do something real to make himself think and become sober. Before, painting and sculpture would make him quiet, but now he looks at Han Ziye every day, and he is surprisingly calm And happy, at that time he didn't understand that was called "like", he just nodded and said, "I want to be his assistant."

Han Yi's expression struggled a bit at that moment, but in the end he held Qing Chen in his arms, stroked the smooth black hair, and said, "Forget it, if it really doesn't work, you'd better come back, Hong Tu and I both like you, I love you." will give you a home."

Burned all the paintings in the early morning, buried the painting utensils, paints, plaster figures, clay, wood carvings, all under the maple trees in the garden, boarded the plane, returned to the mother tongue, bid farewell to the nightmare like past, and became He became Han Ziye's nominal younger brother, but actually his assistant.