Against the current Hengdao

The backstage boss of Iluliv Island fell into a state of emergency overnight, and the turbulent atmosphere of the casino and hotel disappeared into a deeper fog that night, making it difficult for outsiders to discern the doorway and direction.

The appearance of the fog is still calm and peaceful. The front desk manager of the hotel is skillfully operating the computer in front of each guest with a professional plastic smile on his face. Shuttle at night, send condolences in the early morning to the honored guests who light up lights and fight fiercely all night.

In the luxury suite on the top floor, You Haodong recovered from the annoyed and angry state an hour ago, and made a phone call in front of the slightly pale window.He still didn't forget to put down all the curtains, leaving only his motionless gray silhouette on the window.

"Father...I'm sorry for you, old man, I missed it." You Haodong's tone of annoyance was full of resignation.

"Are you okay?" There was a weak and hoarse middle-aged man's voice on the other end of the phone.

"I'm fine, I'm fine! I just can't fucking swallow this useless gas!" You Haodong was still thinking about the shameless critical moment of Mai Yunliang and Jian Mingjue, and he was deliberately playing tricks on him!It's not that Yan Xiaodao is so awesome, but that he lost so badly.

"Father, Yan Xiao, Qi Baoshan's subordinate, is here. He completely messed up my situation and didn't save me any face. This is because he doesn't want to give you face.

"……dad?!"

What responded to You Haodong was a long period of silence and deliberation, the hoarse voice caressed the tight panting.

"Qi Baoshan...cough, Dongdong, don't worry about that Yan Xiao, don't say anything, don't deal with him, don't make trouble."

You Jinglian used four "don'ts" in a row, wishing he could stretch out two arms from the sound hole of the phone, grab his son desperately, and press him back on the chair.

"I didn't make a fuss, I didn't do anything, it's enough to put up with Yan Xiao's arrogance! He took the surname Ling away, and he will board the boat for the return journey tomorrow. Dad, are you so afraid of him?" You Haodong suppressed.

"I'm afraid of him? Heh...heh..." You Jinglian laughed bitterly twice, more depressed than his son, "Dongdong, who do you think Yan Xiao is? He is Yanqing Road, Songjiang Road or Sanjiewushi Is there a thug who collects protection fees in any wild field? He could have been a completely worthless, low-level little gangster who let you run over at your feet, but he is not now, behind him It's Qi Baoshan. If you're being serious with him, aren't you just going against Qi Baoshan?"

You Haodong: "He..."

In fact, You Jinglian really wanted to mention his son clearly. In this world, it is no longer the era of "a person depends on his clothes and a horse depends on his saddle", but "a person depends on his status and a horse depends on his blood".Dongdong, if you weren't the eldest son of the deputy of the municipal party committee and the young master with real power in Linwan New District, who would take you seriously?When you walk on the road, will you still be like this now, with someone making way for you at any time, and someone lifting the curtain to lift your shoes for you?

"I have no grudge against that person, I just can't understand his arrogance." You Hao said.People who are generally more arrogant really can't tolerate someone who is even more arrogant than him in front of them, and don't take him seriously at all.

"Dongdong, don't mess with Qi Baoshan's people. He asked Yan Xiao to come over, but only sent Yan Xiao alone, which shows that he has no idea about that old thing, and he is also afraid. This is just a 'testing hand', and later There must be something left behind..." You Jinglian said with his mind moving slowly, "Look, he didn't dare to let Yan Xiao and Pei Yi come here together, why? I'm afraid that these two will not be able to come back because they are overseas. , he is finished..."

You Haodong snorted: "Forget it, he's just a paralyzed man, what's there to argue about? I just don't like the surname Yan."

You Jinglian shook his head facing the indifferent white wall in the room: "Why are you upset with him? He deserves to fight with you? He is just a cub from a low-born who knows which bitch raised him, and he doesn't know who his parents are." , What is your identity? You are my lifeblood, much more precious than him.

"Yan Xiaodao is just Qi Baoshan's godson, not his own blood. Qi Baoshan may not care much about his life, but what about you? How precious I am..."

Lao Tzu's words benefited You Haodong very much, he reluctantly reached a balance in his heart, and was finally willing to swallow this bad breath for a while, and settle the score later when he has a chance.His single-minded brain also heard that his father was worried about the person behind him, Lord Qi, although he didn't think Lord Qi was anything to be afraid of.

Port bosses are just wealthy businessmen, without red or green tops.In my dynasties, which one is more powerful, the government or the merchant?What are you afraid of him doing?

"Then, what about that man named Ling He? Dad, what kind of enmity do you have with that man? Why do you insist on letting me come to the boat to catch him back?" Before You Haodong hung up the phone, he remembered to ask something serious, and almost forgot up.

"I don't have to arrest him, even if I invite him to come back and talk... But let Qi Baoshan take the lead... Cough, let's take a step and watch, and I will tell you when you come back." You Jinglian said lightly in front of his son , that indifferent and ethereal tone, shaped like a light smoke from the incense sticks on the carved high coffee table in front of him.

You Jinglian was wearing dark embroidered silk pajamas, sitting in the cool room under the morning light.

The room is dim, surrounded by shadows, and there are many statues of puppets. In the shadows, it looks like a bunch of ghostly symbols floating in the room.You Jinglian stood up, held the incense stick in his hand, and bowed respectfully to the gilt Buddha statue on the wooden cabinet.

But he still felt uneasy and couldn't sleep well, so the man moved to the big cabinet again, and pushed aside a row of heavy winter clothes, revealing the hidden wooden compartments inside.He worshiped the White Dragon King amulets, charms, bergamots, holy water, and a bunch of other mysterious "sacred objects" that were enshrined in the dark compartment, and worshiped again and again.That indifferent and pious face let the sweat dripping from his forehead and temples betray his state of mind...

I am not afraid of too many idols, as long as they are effective, I will worship them all.

Why did Qi Baoshan arrest Ling He first? ...

Does Qi Baoshan want to "eliminate" or "protect"?Could it be that this person is just as he planned, intending to take hostages to make the princes, and then do us a disservice? ...

You Jinglian sat on the reclining chair tossing and turning, until dawn he still couldn't sleep, the reclining chair was soaked in cold sweat.

He wouldn't dare to tell the truth to his tough, quick-tempered precious son, who couldn't sit still with his straight guts.After so many years of painstaking efforts, now that he is in a high position and is alone in charge, how dare he speak out.

……

Another tycoon in Jinmen, You Jinglian, who is firmly seated at the top of the Linwan New District, also holds a text message that intruded in a few days ago.

【Third brother, don't be soft-hearted, don't delay any longer.It is not too late to cut the mess with a sharp knife, and the weeds must be cut by the roots.Except for that young man, apart from the four of us, no one knows what happened 15 years ago. 】

……

The You family father and son are not the only ones who have not slept this night.

The hotel elevator lights went on and off, and went from bottom to top to the top floor, and finally stopped at the top floor suite where You Haodong lived.Mai Yunliang put on a low-key and decent suit, with lace on the shirt and cuffs, stood in the resplendent elevator, staring at his own figure projected on the bright golden wall in a daze.

He specifically asked the waiter to take him upstairs. He didn't come out to sleepwalk in the early morning. The top floor needs a VIP key card and password.

With a bottle of high-end Burgundy red wine in his hand, he walked to the door of Young Master You's room, the waiter nodded and backed away quickly.Immediately, Mai Yunliang was afraid and regretted it again, staring at the door and felt sick to his stomach.However, the door opened suddenly, and before he had time to retreat, two Youjia bodyguards showed up, took his arms from left to right, and pushed them in...

In the suite, the bodyguards outside sit in charge, smoking leisurely with their legs crossed, letting the smoke cover the secrets of the inner room.

In the inner bedroom, You Haodong threw away the cigarette butt and kicked Mai Yunliang to the center of the big bed.This kick was on the waist, and Mai Yunliang sweated from the pain in the back of his neck, and he didn't dare to cry out the pain.

When You Haodong stripped off the man's pants, without any foreplay tenderness, he used his fingers to expand roughly, pressing on Mai Yunliang's back and uttering every sentence fiercely.

"Mom forced you to shoot Yan Xiaodao!!"

"You still dare to show your face? Do you show your loyalty in front of Lao Tzu?"

"Big star? Hehe, do you think I don't know what you used to do?" You Haodong stood up fiercely, panting comfortably to the half of Mai Yunliang's face exposed on the soft bed, "That's what you do, I don't know I've seen, I've seen all of your stuff, all of your ecstasy videos..."

Mai Yunliang kept trembling with those merciless and rude venting movements, and his heart was ashamed by You Gongzi's intentionally stimulating him, his body was in severe pain but there were no tears in his eyes, he was used to it, and he never A fragmented moan escaped from his lips.

Mr. You didn't like men in the first place, he didn't want to waste his nectar and jade dew, this matter tonight was purely to vent his anger.Faced with such a white prey that "people can be ashamed", his mentality is to not fuck for nothing, just to vent his grievances, and it is only as if he fucked Yan Xiaodao.

When Mai Yunliang was in so much pain that his consciousness was hazy, the face and figure of Mr. Ling Heling crossed his mind by chance.He really envied Ling He, he guessed that Ling He had changed into clean clothes at this moment, was carried out of the bathroom by Mr. Yan, and slept peacefully in the room without any worries, perhaps still sleeping in the Mr. Yan's room. Beside the pillow, in the crook of the arms, the two of them happily...

Mai Yunliang felt that he was the poor man in the cage who urgently needed to be rescued.Ling He is far from the worst, he is the worse prey.Mr. Ling is a delicate guest, and he is safe and sound with special protection, and he himself does not know if he will be able to climb out of this bed tomorrow morning.

On the small table in the bedroom, there is a large-screen tablet standing casually. A certain brand of electronic products has just held a press conference to promote the latest model, which has not yet been sold in China.This is the filial piety of Watanabe Yangshan who managed Young Master You privately on the shooting range.Young Master You is not too fond of this thing, but he didn't bring long-winded luggage during his overseas travels, so he happened to have this new model on hand to pass the time.

You Haodong picked up the valuable bottle of 50-year-old Burgundy, uncorked the cork, and inserted the mouth of the bottle into the most vulnerable place of the person beneath him... He let the person beneath him tremble and convulse in pain, The dark red wine flowed all over the bed, shocking...

Neither of them noticed that the tablet facing the big bed on the table was always black, but it emitted a little green light from the camera position.The green light prolongs the interval, flickering intermittently...

The room next door was quiet and peaceful.

At this time, Ling He was indeed enjoying a quiet corner amidst the chaos.Across a thin wall, he tapped the wall with his fingers, and it was not an appointment, but he heard someone get up from the sofa immediately, open the door and walk into the bathroom.

Ling He wrapped his dry body with a big towel, Yan Xiaodao didn't say anything, he bent down into the white porcelain bathtub and carried him out again, and put him on the big bed in the bedroom.

Dry off and get dressed, no communication required throughout.

Ling He appreciates that there are people around him who know what to do and when, and they don't talk nonsense, which is very worry-free, so that the shuttle of venom accumulated between his lips and teeth, whether he sprays it or not for fun when he is bored, Mr. Yan, He hesitated in his heart, and held back again.

The morning light penetrated into Wei Xi along the gap in the curtains, Ling He lay on his back in the center of the big bed, and he guessed that Mr. Yan, who was resting with his eyes closed under the wall, was not asleep.

Yan Xiaodao simply put on a quilt and lay down in the wall below the window with his clothes on.It's strange, there is obviously a couch in the outer room available.He was covered with his own suit, with one leg curled up and propped leisurely against the wall.

There is a slight warmth in the room.Ling He stared at the ceiling and whispered to himself: "Your waist is hard, do you think the sofa is too soft?"

At the bottom of the wall, the old man closed his eyes and meditated, and calmly said to himself: "There is a platform five meters below the window on this floor, and someone can come up."

Ling He immediately understood what Yan Xiaodao meant, if someone wants to come in, they should not be so stupid as to break in the door, and nine out of ten choose to break in through the window, the broken window is the window in front of him, and Yan Xiaodao has already planned , Even the gate of the window is blocked.Under the shirt that Yan Xiaodao never took off, there must be more than eight pack abs hidden...

Ling He almost asked, why did you choose to live in this room with a balcony outside the window in the first place, how unsafe it is.

He answered it by himself before asking, if outsiders can come up, Yan Xiaodao can naturally try to get down, if the door is blocked, he can go through the window.

Ling He couldn't help but grinned, and stared at the old man by the wall.

Yan Xiaodao has a cold face and a ruthless hand, but he has a careful mind, so you know he is a powerful person, and he is really difficult to deal with...

All the guests on the island went to bed late in the spring, and they didn’t get up until the warm sunshine filled the room near noon the next day.

Yan Xiaodao ordered room service.From the kitchen through the staff stairs, a young waiter who delivered food came from the corridor. He was also wearing the standard uniform and leather shoes of the hotel. However, if you look at the back carefully, this boy is not well-trained and straight. She is drawing horoscopes with carpet patterns, and her back is hunched and her shoulders are slippery. When she walks to the door of the room, she looks around cautiously.

As soon as the waiter pushed the door, Yan Xiaodao took the plate without saying a word.

The waiter cast two naughty eyes from under the brim of his hat, breathed and mouthed: "Brother, last night, the spring night was short, are you still tough?"

Yan Xiaodao gave him a "you're annoying" look.

The waiter smiled and said, "Do you need a waist push or back push service, brother?"

Yan Xiaodao: "Get lost."

Waiter: "Eat the food while it's hot, it's clean."

Yan Xiaodao reached out to touch the guy under his ribs: "I'm not leaving yet, how about waiting for a tip?"

The waiter stuck out his tongue and hurriedly rubbed oil on the soles of his feet, complaining in his heart that his boss is so fucking stingy, he really doesn't reward a pack of cigarettes.

Yang Xifeng knew that his boss had a straight sexual orientation, so he dared to joke.Yan Xiaodao has never played with men, so he has no interest.

Younger brother Yang firmly believes that his elder brother must have occupied the big bed in the bedroom last night, kicked the male vixen who was trying to do something wrong to the corner, and let the vixen sleep on the floor in misery all night, it must be like this of.

Yan Xiaodao put the brunch plate on the bed, stretched one arm under Ling He's body, lifted it up directly, and firmly lifted the upper body of the person flat and leaned against him.

Ling He had a lazy expression, he had rested and slept enough, he seemed refreshed, and his voice softened a lot: "I have an injury on my elbow, don't support me, save your strength and prepare to get on the boat and fight with someone."

Yan Xiaodao: "..."

This time he didn't spray the venom, Yan Xiaodao was so choked that he couldn't find a word to answer.

Ling He smiled innocently, forked a piece of pineapple into his mouth and chewed: "The meal brought by your little follower? Eat it clean, don't worry."

Yan Xiaodao felt that Mr. Ling was not only beautiful, but also aggressive.

Why is this person more annoying than Yang Xifeng?I really would rather replace the person in front of me with Yang Xifeng.

Yan Xiaodao didn't bother to talk nonsense, and handed all kinds of food and drinks on the dinner plate to Ling He, who was inconvenient to move, with skillful movements, but without being overly attentive.He rounded up all the foods that Ling He picked and picked that he didn't like.

Ling He's throat was a little itchy, and he started his "morning exercise" of the day and said, "You are very skilled at serving people, Mr. Yan?"

Yan Xiaodao responded to all changes with the same attitude: "Yes."

Ling He looked inquiringly: "My filial son, do you often serve your godfather like this, eating, dressing, bathing, grinding nails, and serving water for washing feet?"

Yan Xiaodao thought to himself that Lord Qi has hands and feet and is not a good-for-nothing, the old man needs me to serve food and dress?He said, "No, he can do it himself."

Just now, Yan Xiaodao supported Ling He from behind, took a glass of drink with his left hand firmly and fed him.A look of "playing with you" slipped out of Ling He's eyes: "Mr. Yan, who else have you fed like this?"

Yan Xiaodao looked at this person seriously: "I have fed my mother food and medicine like this."

Ling He didn't expect such an answer: "Oh... how old is your mother?"

Yan Xiaodao replied, "She has her fiftieth birthday this year."

"Oh?" Ling He was obviously taken aback for a moment, his expression was completely different from before, the background board and smudged atmosphere were completely changed in his eyes, and he seemed to ask sincerely, "Better than I imagined." You are young, is your mother still in good health?"

Yan Xiaodao also replied sincerely: "Occasionally, I have suffered from minor illnesses and minor disasters, but now I am fine."

Ling He: "Are you still living together now?"

Yan Xiaodao: "No. I don't want to disturb her usual quiet life. I will accompany her to church on weekends."

Ling He happily said, "You are very filial to her."

Yan Xiaodao: "...Of course."

Ling He didn't ask questions that ordinary people can't help patronizing, such as "what's your mother's name", "which famous family did you come from", "what kind of occupation and what status is it now?" " and "what do you usually cook for you" are trivial topics, which make Yan Xiaodao very useful.As an important part of the morning exercise, the verbal kung fu was also temporarily left behind, and the two rarely talked calmly.

Yan Xiaodao believes that as long as Mr. Ling doesn't talk cheaply, he is actually quite a normal-minded person with a polite manner.

He only wore a shirt, and inadvertently let the cross pendant hanging around his neck fall out of the collar of the shirt, and was seen by Ling He.Yan Xiaodao didn't shy away from it, and showed it casually and generously: "My mother said that wearing it can keep you safe, and she believes in it the most, hehe."

Ling He's pair of green eyes clearly brewed the strong envy and longing that young people have, and he was a little bit disappointed, but the expression that was almost out of control and exposed his heart was fleeting, and he put on a mask-like reserved smile: "President Yan , your mother is really blessed to be an adult, and she must be a kind and loving person."

Yan Xiaodao agreed with the second half of the sentence, but refuted the first half: "I am very lucky to be her son."

Ling He couldn't help but said meaningfully: "If there is a chance in the future, I really want to visit her old man in person and ask for advice on how to raise such a filial and capable son as Mr. Yan."

The light golden sunlight hit one side of Ling He's face, making the man's face appear half-dark.That half of the face that melted into the sun and smiled is simply exquisite, transparent, and extremely handsome, and it is by no means comparable to all mortal objects.

Yan Xiaodao is just elusive, what is the quality of the other half of the young Mr. Ling's face that is deliberately hidden in the shadows?