Against the current Hengdao

Yan Xiaodao was not too surprised that Mr. Ling would make such a request.

He wouldn't be surprised by any shocking words that came out of this person's mouth now.

Liang Youhui subconsciously took two steps back, he smelled the unpleasant smell from Ling He's body.Liang Youhui's men's Hermès fragrance can't hide the smell, it's like a salty, moldy seaweed fished from the deepest part of the Mariana Trench, it's really smelly and ugly, what's so good about it?

Ling He didn't praise this Young Master Liang, and didn't put him in the slightest. He grabbed Yan Xiaodao's leg tightly with one hand. .

Yan Xiaodao glanced at the two of them helplessly, without any hesitation, he is not the temper of a mother-in-law who is timid.

He signaled Young Master Liang with his eyes, you can step forward and open the way ahead. At this time, he bent down and put one hand on Ling He's shoulder, and put his hands under his armpit to directly support him.When Ling He looked at him closely, he reminded him in a low voice: "Be careful of yourself."

As he spoke, he threw the person up again, directly on his right shoulder, and carried it in this posture.

Mr. Ling was really tall and had long legs, so he folded in half from the middle in an instant, with his legs swinging in front of Yan Xiaodao, and his upper body hanging upside down behind his back.

Yan Xiaodao was wearing a suit, carrying a very oppressive and existential large living person on his shoulders, and walked out all the way with fast strides, his eyes staring at all directions.

In fact, it is quite heavy, try to walk faster and not look so heavy.

He embraced Ling He's thigh with his right hand, hugged him firmly, his left hand seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally inserted into the front of the suit, and his fingers lingered in the waist and abdomen...

He was surrounded by mountains and mountains in front of him, as if he was being pushed back layer by layer by his aura, like the ebbing water receding to both sides, a long and unimpeded passage was opened in the middle, allowing him Walked out like this all the way.

Those people looked at each other with panicked eyes, trying to encourage others to go up, but no one dared to go up.

Ling He was hanging upside down, Yan Xiaodao's straight back and spine, and the line of waist and hips were swaying in his sight.With his hands dangling, he reached into the back of the suit and grabbed Yan Xiaodao's waistband.

You Haodong watched from a distance, took out his mobile phone to call his subordinates.

At this time, if I call or send a message to my own people, no one will answer me, damn it.

Yan Xiaodao must have been supported by someone outside, or Qi Baoshan's secret arrangement.Raising such a group of useless idiots under his subordinates, raising three or five is worse than raising a Yan Xiaodao. You Gongzi was so angry that he threw his mobile phone against the wall with his palm, and threw it to pieces.

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Yan Xiaodao squeezed Liang Youhui's arm twice in the lobby, and gave him a grateful expression of "Thank you for your help, buddy", and then parted ways, carrying the person back to his hotel room.

Jian Mingjue also followed him all the way to the door of the room. Like a greedy cat, following the fishy smell, he gave up a cigarette under the lamp in the corridor, leaned his head together and twirled his fingers: "Mr. Yan, don't keep the good stuff to yourself. I'll continue after I'm done playing... don't care about you I will continue to play with people, hehehe."

Yan Xiaodao clasped his fists: "Brother Jian, I'm really sorry today. That matter is limited to you and me and we won't talk nonsense, so don't worry. I'll come to your door to apologize to you another day and treat you to dinner."

"Cough, it's not a big deal." Jian Mingjue smiled irrationally. Thinking of Zhao Qifeng's tigress wanting to sleep with Yan Xiaodao so much, he couldn't help pinching Xiaodao's shoulder and whispering, "What's the crime of coming to the door to apologize, Yan Xiaodao?" Anyway, come over another day, let's 'partner' and have fun together."

Yan Xiaodao locked this person out before he figured out what this "partnership" meant.

As soon as he turned around, Ling He, who was pushed on the shoe stool in the entrance by him, told him: "I'm allergic to cigarettes."

It was about two o'clock in the morning, the moon was hanging outside the window, and the wind was light and cloudless. After an extremely tense day, the muscle fatigue finally hit the spine, and was mixed with sleepiness and forced excitement by various brands of coffee, tobacco and alcohol. Wake up, people are in a trance and the brain is dizzy.

Yan Xiaodao took the cigarette away from his mouth: "This night in the casino, the smoke was burning, how did you survive?"

Ling He coughed a few times, and rarely uttered a word of weakness: "I'm about to be blinded by the smoke, I can't breathe, my eyes hurt and my lungs hurt, I'm allergic to nicotine."

Upon hearing this, Yan Xiaodao twirled the burning cigarette in his palm and threw it into the toilet, flushed it, and turned on the ventilation fan.

He couldn't help but sneer: "Are you out of breath just now? How did you feel when you took this breath?"

Ling He's eyes froze, and he half-smiled: "I'm going to catch my breath now, President Yan, do you want to try?"

Yan Xiaodao shut up at the right time and didn't want to be provocative, so please let your ears be quiet for a while.

He searched around the room vigilantly, took out two button bugs from under the lampshade of the chandelier and under the writing desk, then turned off all the lights in the room, and walked around to see if there were any red or green lights in the room. light spot.

Yang Xifeng sent a text message: [Brother, those two idiots outside the casino, just now I put them down for you.Do you still need me to catch up, brother, what do you want? 】

Yan Xiaodao smiled at the screen and replied: 【Pretty.Look at the corridor. 】

On a narrow day, all kinds of ghosts and snakes finally died down temporarily, and the time entered the relatively peaceful and peaceful second half of the night.

Two familiar strangers were in the same room late at night, and slowly began to understand the awkward and boring atmosphere that began to bleed from every corner of the surrounding white walls when they looked at each other.

Yan Xiaodao sent another text message to Qi Baoshan, briefly reporting that he was safe and well.Unexpectedly, his godfather called back immediately, and he didn't know if he woke up at night to listen to the crosstalk and teasing crickets by the bedside, or he didn't sleep at all.This phone call made him have to whisper a few words to Lord Qi in a corner of the bedroom with a voice that Ling He couldn't hear.

On the phone, his godfather Xinxin said: "Very good, Xiao Dao, you are very good, just bring him back and I will deal with it."

Yan Xiaodao didn't ask his godfather what the word "handling" meant, but he felt inexplicably uncomfortable, but he couldn't find a reason for his discomfort.

When he came out again, Ling He was still sitting immobile under the small lamp in the entrance hall, the warm yellow halo outlined a finely crafted outline on the bridge of the nose and lips, his face was very beautiful.Ling He drank up the cup of warm water that Yan Xiaodao warmed him up, and did not move bread, biscuits and other food to satisfy his hunger.

Mr. Ling was also in a bad mood, and teased, "It's very inconvenient, isn't it? A man with a big shoulder and a round waist, he can't wait to get into the cracks in the ground when he makes a phone call."

As if someone actively pressed the switch, "snap", the familiar mode was turned on again, and Yan Xiaodao hugged his chest with his upper arms.

Ling He smiled slightly: "Call your adoptive father Qi Baoshan, you are from Qi Baoshan."

Yan Xiaodao was noncommittal.

Ling He raised his head to reveal the curvature of his neck and Adam's apple, as if deliberately revealing his vitals, and smiled desolately: "It's just that it came out of Watanabe Yangshan's hands and fell into Qi Ye's hands. What difference does it make to me? Watanabe Yangshan is If you want to kill me with a shark, how will your adoptive father Qi Baoshan plan to kill me? Burning, cracking, skinning, or Lingchi? Let me be mentally prepared."

Yan Xiaodao frowned slightly: "Ask yourself, how many people have you offended?"

Ling He looked contemptuous: "Offend the whole world."

There were some things that Yan Xiaodao shouldn't have asked, but he couldn't hold back: "Why did you have an enmity with Master Qi? Give me a reason."

"What reason do we need to choose to make a public announcement to the world?" Ling He smiled lightly, and the fireworks outside the window illuminated the faces of the two of them, "Furthermore, Qi Baoshan must have told you, you still deliberately Ask, don't you believe that he can believe me?"

Ling He raised his eyes and looked at Yan Xiaodao, as if he was telling the most vivid story before his eyes, with a vivid expression on his face: "Did Master Qi tell you that my father Ling Huang is a heinous villain with numerous crimes and countless crimes?" A gangster, Ling Huang is insidious and cunning, cheats and dominates the market, collects money through fraud, holds blood debts in his hands, and finally ends up as a prisoner with his family property confiscated and imprisoned. Right? Hehe..."

Yan Xiaodao asked calmly: "Are you trying to deny it?"

To his surprise, Ling He showed disgust on his face: "What does what he did have anything to do with me? Why should I deny it for him? If he has the ability, he crawled out of the grave with a whole body of rotting skin and rotten flesh. explain."

"..." Yan Xiaodao originally had secret doubts about some of his adoptive father's words, but now most of these doubts have been erased by Ling He.Ling Huang obviously didn't look like a kind person, and what Qi Baoshan said might be the truth.

He turned around and went to get a spare set of bedding from the closet: "Go to sleep."

"I don't want to sleep." Ling He ordered again in an unpretentious, homely way, "I want to take a bath, it's too smelly, put water in the bathtub, you carry me in."

Yan Xiaodao felt that the young master surnamed Ling Minghe was a very contradictory and annoying existence.

The reason why I still call him "Master" in my heart is completely a subconscious evaluation and judgment of a person's appearance and temperament.For example, Yan Xiaodao certainly didn't think he could be called a son-in-law, and no one ever called him that. It can be seen that everyone has eyes and can recognize him as a sloppy, sloppy guy from a humble background in the market.

It looks like Ling He must have been educated, but in fact, he knows all manners of books and manners, and he understands all etiquette and principles. At first glance, he is the embryo of a young master from a famous family who has been educated in piano, chess, poetry and books.His family must have been a wealthy family, surrounded by drivers and nanny.However, the young master must intentionally tear open his exquisite skin, revealing his obscure, bitter, surly, and nasty face, turning his face to provoke others from time to time.This person feels that he is deliberately evil, and he is used to it.

Maybe I was stimulated by something when I was a child, such as being often abused by my father, my brain was kicked by a donkey, or I took too much ginseng and turtle essence.

If Ling Huang was indeed a villain with blood on his hands, Ling He's childhood life must have been unusual.

Yan Xiaodao dragged the man directly into the bathroom and sat on the toilet with the lid closed. The bathroom in the luxury guest room, which was originally quite spacious, immediately seemed cramped.

The small lamp above his head cast Yan Xiaodao's shadow on Ling He's face, as if he covered Young Master Ling with his whole figure, creating a bit of ambiguity for no reason.

Ling He sat comfortably and peacefully, with a peaceful expression, waiting for Yan Xiaodao to serve him.

Yan Xiaodao really never waited for others to take a bath.

It can't be said that he didn't, he rubbed Qi Baoshan's back.This is normal, that is his godfather, he has to be filial!

At that time, when I went to a hot spring villa in the suburbs for recreation, Qi Baoshan put a steaming white towel on his head and soaked in the warm mist-shrouded bath, only half of his body was exposed.Qi Baoshan doesn't need a master scrubber, but he has a godson and he still uses the master to scrub him?Doesn't that make him look shabby with no one under his knees?Yan Xiaodao would half-kneel by the edge of the bath, and put a white towel on his godfather's shoulders in his hand, beating and pressing hard.

Qi Baoshan would smile and praise him: "The craftsmanship is really good, you can go out and make a living with these hands!"

Yan Xiaodao said with a smile: "It was originally relying on these two hands to beg for a bowl of food with you."

He lived with a group of river and lake brothers. A group of old men often washed in cold water in the yard, or jumped into rivers, lakes and seas for a swim. They were all water ducks born in port cities and seasides.

But there should be natural boundaries and taboos between adult men, unless those have very different sexual orientations and strong tastes.

Yan Xiaodao clicked his tongue: "Otherwise, I will order two 'hourly workers' to serve you laundry?"

Ling He half-opened his eyes and replied: "Order those two called 'Tori Junichiro' and 'Kame Kou Zhenghong'? I still think it's dirty, but you are cleaner."

Ling He then yelled at him again: "You can call your little servant to come and serve me, if you don't think he is noisy and talkative. He should live in the guest room on this floor, at most not on the upper and lower floors, right?"

Yan Xiaodao: "..."

Ling He was suddenly happy, and smiled very mischievously: "When I was soaking in the seawater cage, the person who ran over to stealthily inquire about the news and was so scared that he ran back to report to you was your little follower, right? ? I can still recognize his face, do you need me to identify you tomorrow, Mr. Yan?"

Mr. Ling under the lamp had a beautiful smile, his eyes narrowed when he succeeded, and the tails of his eyes slanted to show a narrow expression.

Yan Xiaodao put his hands in his trouser pockets, looked around for the kind of wide-faced glue that can be used to seal express boxes, and sealed the man's mouth.

Ling He mocked openly, and took off his clothes openly, without showing any ambiguity or seduction, and threw the tattered top to his feet.

Mr. Ling's complexion is not pale, but rather natural. His shoulders, neck, chest, and abdomen are slightly tanned honey color, his collarbone is straight and elegant, and his body under the lamp is almost perfect, which is really a good figure.It's just that I have been tortured for days, my skin has been damaged and blemishes everywhere, and macular and green spots have been eroded by algae and seaweed small shells.

Ling He signaled with his eyes: Pants.

Yan Xiaodao, take off my pants.

He couldn't move his legs, he couldn't lift his hips, and it was really inconvenient for him to take off his trousers.

Yan Xiaodao has already cleaned the bathtub hastily, turned on the hot water pipe and started to discharge water. The small bathroom was filled with the sound of water and the steam that condensed more and more densely. Eyelids are stained with mist.

Yan Xiaodao's expression was unfathomable, following Ling He's movement of untying his trousers, he bent down to help the man remove his trousers, and carefully examined the two long legs with his eyes.

Just this moment, bending down and bowing his head, Yan Xiaodao rolled Ling He's trousers to his knees and suddenly pushed forward, pressing him back on top of the toilet tank with a cold face!

Ling He was immediately folded into a very awkward and awkward position, only the hard point of the tailbone barely served as a precipitous point of support, his two thighs were separated and erected, and he leaned back and stared at him panting.

Ling He was a little startled, and then sneered: "Is Mr. Yan really good at this?"

Yan Xiaodao snorted, "You don't like this?"

Ling He said contemptuously: "I thought you would hold back one more night, you can't hold back so soon?"

"Oh, do you think I'm stupid?" Yan Xiaodao squinted his eyes and responded to Ling He, "Is your leg really paralyzed?"

Ling He: "...do you try?"

The pupils of the two of them reflected each other's eyes and the lights in the bathroom, and they could see every trace of expression in their eyes.Yan Xiaodao changed his posture, pinching the back of Linghe's neck and brain stem with one palm, and touched the knee of the man's left leg with the other hand.

Yan Xiaodao asked coldly: "Tell me, why are you limping?"

Ling He didn't make a sound, his chest heaved violently, he was so upside down that he couldn't look forward to the village or back to the store, this posture was like an uncontrollable swinging doll, with all the weight on Yan Xiaodao's palm supporting the back of his neck, so he was very sad : "Are you... enough..."

This is clearly an attempt to extract a confession by torture.

If you say turn your face, you turn your face, it's tough, Ling He really didn't expect Yan Xiaodao's method.

Ling He took a breath and said, "I've offended people, I was crippled by them."

Yan Xiaodao: "How did you do it?"

Ling He asked back: "Don't you know how to touch?"

Yan Xiaodao touched it out.He froze his hands, unbelievable, and asked in a low voice: "... Where's your knee, patella? Didn't you grow it? Or how?"

Ling He stared at him with wide eyes, as if he was seeing some kind of illusion, and there was a smile on his lips. The extreme emptiness and sadness in that smile were clearly washed away by the years of the past, thin and long-standing, faint dripping in my heart...

Yan Xiaodao couldn't believe it, it was too cruel, how much hatred?

"How long?" he asked.

"It's been many years, and I'm used to it." Ling He said.

"Who did it?" Yan Xiaodao asked again.

Ling He didn't answer, but only gave him an indifferent expression of "Can't you guess?"

This is a story that has nothing to do with Yan Xiaodao, and he didn't need to inquire about it.Regardless of why he was abolished.Is this some kind of punishment, or revenge, or torture?Or similar to those perverted captivity hidden in the dark hidden world?There are people and ghosts in this world...

The water in the bathtub filled up quickly, washing away everyone's mental world that had become a stereotype.

Ling He looked at his expression and commented: "Isn't it just human nature to be evil? If a walking dead with a discarded goods label falls down on the side of the road, the onlookers would like to line up to stand in front of that person. One more spit on the ground, one more footprint, chop him deep into the mud, and he will never turn over again... I have accepted this kind of human nature too much. Mr. Yan, do you want to take my face now? Chop a foot?"

……

Yan Xiaodao let go of Ling He slowly, he had nothing to say, somewhere in his heart, he was stabbed and dodged and took several big steps back, unable to re-accumulate the evil spirit of continuing to hunt down confessions.

Only then did he secretly pinch Ling He's knees and leg bones. He exerted almost [-]% of his strength. People with pain nerves would scream and howl if they couldn't stand it. Ling He's legs didn't seem to respond.

He lightly shook his shoulder blades, and stood up straight: "I'm sorry, I'm just a rough person, and my hands are heavy."

Ling He moved his lips slightly: "It's a trivial matter, President Yan doesn't need to worry about it."

Ling He didn't have those taboos among adult men, and his perception was extremely slow in some aspects. Under Yan Xiaodao's fiddling, all his clothes were taken off, and his face was expressionless.

Yan Xiaodao picked him up horizontally, lifted him up and put him into a pool of warm water.

He piled standard hotel supplies such as shampoo, bath and body moisturizer and razors on the toilet seat by the bathtub, and prepared towels and a stack of clean clothes.

"...Do you need me to come in later to change your water?" Yan Xiaodao asked.

"No, I can do it myself." Ling He's naked body was floating in the bathtub.

Yan Xiaodao closed the door behind his back and left the bathroom. He took off his suit jacket and carefully rolled up his shirt cuffs when he entered the room.

His right elbow was red, swollen and cracked, bruising a large muscle.In order to catch Ling He firmly, he let the mahjong table hit his arm.The more high-grade solid wood the table is, the more dead and heavy it is, the forearm is swollen up to the length of the forearm, and the wound is swollen into a mass of purple and black blood, which is quite scary to look at.

He rubbed the bruise oil in his palm to warm it up, and treated the wound by himself under the lamp.He didn't want others to see the scars on the man's body.

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A pool of dirty water in the bathtub swirls out from the drain hole and slowly flows away, refilling with clean water.

In the clarified warm water, a handsome face stained by water mist and clouds and mountains is reflected, with black brows, star eyes and well-defined outlines, and phoenix eyes are picturesque.Ling He leaned back against the dripping tile wall, looking at the clean and undecorated white wall, as if savoring a very charming picture, laughed a few times, muttered to himself, and repeated the name several times.

"Yan Xiaodao, I've admired your name for a long time, and I've heard about it for a long time, it's better to meet you at last. It's really not for nothing. It's really a pleasure to meet you today."

Ling He stretched out a wet arm from the edge of the bathtub, fished out the things he had quietly left behind from a pile of tattered clothes, and squeezed out the "[-]" domino with two fingers.

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