canary dressed as a disabled villain

The sore and limp body tensed instantly, and Zhuang Jianning's gaze was firmly stuck to He Zhuo's face in the photo.

The smile is open and bright, and the expression is free and easy. It is the most fearless and beautiful age for a person.

How nice, he thought.

But he couldn't stop the acid in his heart, he had never seen He Zhuo like this.

The gaze shifted to Mao Jun's face, both of them had throbbing and affection in their eyes.

People who have been with each other for so long in the best years, how could nothing happen.

What happened to them!

He Zhuo groaned, raised his head and kissed his ear, then pulled his face with his hands, wanting to kiss his lips.

The voice is full of attachment and pity, "Baby, you have done it too many times, you can't do it again, kiss, okay?"

The sexy and deep voice rang out in the sensitive auricle, and half of Zhuang Jianning's body trembled, and he immediately went numb.

He was very angry with his instinctive reaction, and he pushed his shoulder back, and picked up the photo with his slender, white fingers.

Looking at the two equally excellent and very compatible people in the photo, I couldn't stop thinking, would He Zhuo call another person "baby" before, and the adolescent He Zhuo would pester another person day and night Do you want to cover up books in the classroom and secretly kiss? Did He Zhuo's kissing skills be so good and he can fuck people so well? Was that when he practiced?

"What's wrong with the baby? Are you uncomfortable?" Seeing that he twisted his neck and refused to let him be kissed, He Zhuo didn't make the usual grunting sound when he kissed and touched him. He hurriedly propped up his upper body on his elbows, and looked at his face.

The young man frowned, his thin lips were tightly pursed, his pretty face was fierce, and his peach blossom eyes...

He Zhuo followed his gaze and saw that old photo in his hand.

Maybe it was because she remembered the phone that Zhuang Jianning hid in a panic when she got out of the shower, maybe she wanted to test his reaction, maybe she just wanted to tease him.

He Zhuo maintained a condescending posture looking at him, and slowly raised his lips, "Am I handsome before?"

Zhuang Jianning was already furious, but he said this again, put the photo back on the bedside table, pushed his elbow back hard, and moved his body forward.

With a sound of "Bo", the contents of the little flower fell out, and two muffled groans sounded.

At the same time, Zhuang Jianning covered his face with the quilt, his chest heaved, and a muffled voice came out from under the quilt, "You're so ugly, whoever thinks you are handsome, go find someone."

He Zhuo picked up the quilt twice but did not remove it, "Baby, then you don't want me?"

Zhuang Jianning rolled up the quilt and turned over again, "I don't want it anymore, whoever wants it will want it."

Fortunately, he secretly went to learn massage, He Zhuo actually followed his old lover to talk about the old relationship all afternoon.

He Zhuo rubbed his head through the quilt, "No more, then why are you angry? Are you reluctant?"

Zhuang Jianning involuntarily brought this sentence into his heart.

If He Zhuo really rekindled his old relationship with Mr. Mao...

As soon as this idea popped up, my heart suddenly felt tugged.

He threw off the quilt abruptly, sat up and supported his sore waist and was about to get out of bed.

He Zhuo was really annoyed when he saw people, and he was nervous and looking forward to it.

He grabbed his waist, hugged him back into his arms, looked at the young man with red eyes, and continued to ask cruelly, "Why are you angry?"

Zhuang Jianning struggled twice but did not break free, closed his eyes as if giving up on himself, pursed his lips, but did not speak.

He Zhuo's big palm slowly helped him rub his waist, persistently wanting to know the answer from Zhuang Jianning's mouth.

With a low voice and bewilderment, he repeated: "Why are you so angry when you see the photo of Mr. Mao and me?"

Zhuang Jianning faintly resisted hearing the word "Mao Jun" from He Zhuo's mouth.

I always feel that what he said is a simple name.

It is decades of companionship and sympathy, and it is the heavy years engraved in his bones.

What is he in He Zhuo's heart.

A dude who doesn't know much about... regular friends with benefits.

His heart sank, and he heard himself squeeze out three words, "It's not fair."

Although He Zhuo didn't understand what "unfair" meant, seeing him open his mouth was still like a traveler who had trekked for thousands of years seeing an oasis.

He hugged him a little tighter, and could feel each other's thriving and accelerating heartbeats. He gently kissed Zhuang Jianning's eyebrows, nose tip, and chin, and asked persuasively, "Where is it unfair? Baby tell me, okay? You said last time But we have to get to know each other better, and we have to answer each other's questions honestly, and that's my question."

"Or if you have any questions, you can ask me, don't hold it in your heart, okay?"

Zhuang Jianning couldn't move her body, and wanted to sing against him, "Why can't I keep it in my heart, I like to keep it in my heart."

After speaking, I felt that the person holding me was shaking all over, and when I opened my eyes, I saw He Zhuo trying to hold back a smile.

He Zhuo quickly suppressed the corners of his upturned mouth, his body stopped shaking, and there was still a smile in his voice, "Why are you so cute?"

Seeing that Zhuang Jianning frowned and was about to make a bigger move, he hurriedly coaxed, "Because you must be uncomfortable if you hold it in your heart. I feel sorry for you when you feel uncomfortable, and I also feel uncomfortable."

Zhuang Jianning pushed him with both arms, raised the volume, and cried, "Why are you uncomfortable! You are obviously laughing at me!"

He Zhuo grabbed his hand and probed down, "If you keep twisting and turning like this, I will feel even more uncomfortable here."

Zhuang Jianning threw away her hand and didn't want to talk to him.

He Zhuo took a bath towel from the side bedside table, wrapped it around his waist, took another tie, and loosely tied Zhuang Jianning's two slender wrists together.

He explained solemnly: "I didn't make fun of you. Then let's confiscate the tools of the crime now, can we talk about fair things?"

Zhuang Jianning was angry and funny, and scolded him with a pout, "Old rascal!"

He Zhuo couldn't hold back a kiss on his lips, and picked up his phone, "Then let's take a group photo, shall we? Haven't we taken a photo together yet?"

Although there were photos of the two of them on the marriage certificate, he just believed that the person who married him back then was definitely not the current Zhuang Jianning.

Zhuang Jianning suddenly felt that he seemed to be making trouble for no reason, and if he missed it, he missed it.No matter how many photos he took with He Zhuo, He Zhuo would no longer have the throbbing feeling he had at the beginning.

He also didn't want to learn the tricks of He Zhuo and his old lover.

Immediately felt a little boring, shook his head and refused: "I don't want to shoot."

The young man's self-esteem prevented him from saying that he was inferior to Mr. Mao, and he was even less willing to admit that he was reluctant to part with He Zhuo.

He said softly: "He Zhuo, if you sleep one day, I'll sleep enough..."

He Zhuo threw away the phone, hurriedly blocked his lips, and kissed him deeply like a storm. He Zhuo didn't let go until Zhuang Jianning was almost out of breath.

Seeing that he was forced into such a situation, he blamed himself and was impatient, sighed, and reached for the photo.

The two of them were half leaning on the soft bed, He Zhuo embraced him, pointed at the person who was extremely similar to him in the photo, and said softly, "It's no wonder you didn't recognize it, I really look a lot like my father."

Zhuang Jianning was sleepy at first, but she immediately sat up when she heard the words, either in surprise or joy, "This is your father?"

Facing He Zhuo's scorching eyes with a slightly playful look, remembering that he had been arguing for no reason just now, he immediately looked away in shame and embarrassment.

Most of the suffocation in his chest was exhausted. Although he was curious about who the person next to Mr. Mao looked similar to, he couldn't help but ask first: "Then you and Mr. Mao... have you ever taken this kind of photo?"

Although he didn't force him to ask other more straightforward words, this sentence also made He Zhuo intuitively understand that Zhuang Jianning was concerned about his relationship with other men.

Eagerly, she took him back into her arms, thought about it seriously, and said, "I have."

Zhuang Jianning frowned again: "What?!"

He Zhuo said innocently: "Junior high school graduation photos, the ones with the whole class together. Not for two people alone."

Zhuang Jianning couldn't bear him, so she raised her tied wrists to hammer his chest, "Is there something wrong with you!"

He Zhuo squeezed his fingers between his fingers, and his heartbeat gradually accelerated, "I have never liked anyone before."

Zhuang Jianning licked his lower lip, and his Adam's apple slid violently a few times.

This sentence has satisfied him, and he dare not ask other questions.

He didn't know if he was blushing again, but he could feel his face and ears burning, so he quickly changed the subject, "Then who is Father He with? Lawyer Mao's father?"

He Zhuo said "I only like you now" on the lips, but Zhuang Jianning didn't wait for Zhuang Jianning to ask "What about now?".

He glanced at the messy bedroom that was tossed by the two of them. It was really not emotional, not even a single flower.

Let's wait and see.

Holding Zhuang Jianning's hand tightly, he said softly, "This is Mr. Mao's uncle. He grew up with my father when he was sixteen or seventeen years old. University."

"At the university, one of them was the chairman of the student union, and the other was the vice-chairman. They no longer concealed their relationship. They studied and participated in activities together. At that time, they were the most enviable lovers in Qingbei University."

Zhuang Jianning looked at the two handsome young men who were in love with each other in the photo, and his heart ached, but he didn't dare to ask "What happened next?".

He Zhuo continued: "Both of them were outstanding graduates of Qingbei that year, and they agreed to get their marriage certificate the day after they attended the graduation party, and then slowly discuss about the wedding. Who knows that night After the graduation party, Uncle Mao has been unable to contact my father, and my father did not return to the He family at that time, nor did he return to their love nest outside the school."

Thinking of Mrs. He's stern face, Zhuang Jianning suddenly clenched He Zhuo's hand as if he had guessed the answer.

There was no ups and downs in He Zhuo's tone, as if he was casually picking up a piece of the past in the vast universe full of grains of sand, "My father went crazy after that day. Three months later, Li Qiubai asked Uncle Mao out. , said she was pregnant with my father's child."

Zhuang Jianning said "ah", he could even imagine how desperate Uncle Mao was at that time, "What happened that night?"

There was a piercing chill in He Zhuo's eyes, "Li Qiubai is their alumni. He knew that they were going to get a license the next day, so he drugged my father at the reception. While my father was unconscious, he even photographed the two of them upside down. photos and videos. Not only was this video used to threaten my father, but it was also shown to Uncle Mao on the spot during the showdown with Uncle Mao.”

Zhuang Jianning was trembling with anger, if such a vicious woman dealt with He Zhuo like this...

He wanted to kill her, he asked eagerly: "Is the car accident related to Li Qiubai?"

He Zhuo closed his eyes, put the photo away, held Zhuang Jianning in his arms, and put his ear to his heart, as if he didn't want him to hear such a dirty thing, he covered his eyes with one hand and the other. outside the ear.

He said with difficulty: "At that time, Mr. He didn't want to see my father depressed all day long. My father was his favorite son, so he planned to put the He Group in charge of him. Li Qiubai overheard He Da and He Er's murder plan , guess what happened to her?"

Before Zhuang Jianing could speak, he sneered, "She didn't tell my father about the plan, nor did she expose those members of the He family. She just called Uncle Mao and said that my father might commit suicide if he couldn't think about it, and asked him to go and comfort him."

Zhuang Jianning's pupils shrank suddenly, so he almost borrowed a knife to kill someone!

No wonder Mr. Mao treated Li Qiubai that way that day. He restrained himself by not directly stabbing her in the heart with a knife.

His own mother's heart is so poisonous, what kind of training He Zhuo has suffered all these years, how painful and uncomfortable it must be.

He suddenly struggled out of He Zhuo's arms, knelt beside him, hung his wrist tied with a tie around his neck, and pressed He Zhuo's head tightly into his arms.

It hurts so much that I can barely breathe, it hurts even more than when I thought He Zhuo was going to rekindle the old relationship with Mao Jun and let him go, my throat tightened up and down, and my voice was so small that I could hardly hear it, "He Zhuo, I will hurt you in the future you."

He Zhuo didn't hear him sobbing, but hugged him even harder.

Before that, he lived under Li Qiubai's shadow. He managed to win the college entrance examination for himself, but was hit hard by a car accident.

Li Qiubai fell into a coma, he thought he could gradually get rid of the shackles in his heart and welcome a new life.

But during the investigation with Mr. Mao, he learned the truth about his father's separation from Uncle Mao and his death in a car accident.

This truth is like an iron chain, firmly chaining him to the eighteenth floor of hell.

Stuffed in Zhuang Jianning's arms, he murmured softly, "Thank you for my little key."

Zhuang Jianning knew that He Zhuo was in a bad mood, right now he could only think of a way to make him extremely happy.

Sit down, find his lips, bite his lips, like what He Zhuo used to do, stick out the tip of his tongue against the crack of his lips, and then poke between his teeth.

He really likes to kiss He Zhuo, and also likes to make love with He Zhuo.

Even if He Zhuo had to put things into the little flowers when he slept at night, he didn't find it strange.

He likes the feeling that two people are tightly blended together, as if they will never be separated.

They will not be separated like He Zhuo's father and Uncle Mao.

He Zhuo felt that the person in his arms was like a little wolf cub, hugged him and gnawed fiercely.

Twirling the two red plums, and sucking his tongue forcefully, the situation was instantly reversed.

Although He Zhuo reacted very strongly and wanted to embrace the limp, weak and only whimpering man, but considering that Zhuang Jianning was going to record a show tomorrow, he didn't want him any more.

Patted his butt, "Don't want to sleep?"

Zhuang Jianning took a few breaths, and used his feet to lift the towel wrapped around his body, "He can't sleep."

He Zhuo grabbed his ankle, "OK, let's go to the mountain to watch the sunrise, shall we?"

"Okay!" Zhuang Jianning was very supportive, and was also quite interested in watching the sunrise.

But then he yawned, and he thought to himself mockingly, the body is really honest.

The two dressed quickly, He Zhuo hugged him and drove the wheelchair out of the small building.

Zhuang Jianning leaned on his shoulder, so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes, and she didn't forget to boast, "This means of transportation is really useful."

He Zhuo patted him, "Sleep for a while, I'll call you when I reach the top of the mountain."

Zhuang Jianning squinted for a while, then felt another light pat on the back, he opened his eyes, "Wow!"

Ahead is a large expanse of billowing clouds and a gorgeous and magnificent rising sun.

"Do you like it?" He Zhuo asked.

After Zhuang Jianning was shocked for a few seconds, he felt drowsy again. His voice carried the sleepiness and laziness of the morning, scratching He Zhuo's heart like a cat's paw.

"like."

He Zhuo heard a hint of perfunctory, chuckled lightly, and the wheelchair backed away.

Zhuang Jianning turned his head to the side and said "wow" again.

He Zhuo actually built a small courtyard on the top of the mountain.

The hut with glass on all sides is wide and soft, and there is a swing the size of a deck chair.

Zhuang Jianning swallowed, not knowing whether he was frightened by He Zhuo's father's story, or because he wanted He Zhuo to always remember who was by his side at this moment.

Not long after, on the quiet mountain top, accompanied by the magnificent sunrise, there was the "squeak" sound of the swing rope, and intermittent screams.