satan's wings

He raised his fist and hit it down, but at the moment he swung it towards Zheng Shijun's face, he was stopped by another force. Zaizhong!

Staring angrily at him and the restaurant guards who had surrounded him, protecting his father, Zaizhong's mood that had just improved was spoiled by his behavior.

Recalling that when he first met Zheng Shijun, he had injuries on his face and hands, it was too much to treat his father like this.

Seeing him stop, those stewards who were planning to drive people away didn't know what to do for a moment.

The fist stopped only three inches away from his face. Facing his obstruction, Yunho's fierce pupils restrained for the first time, "Za Zhong, get out of the way."

Without making concessions, one is the younger brother and the other is the father. It is a dilemma to be caught in the middle.

He thought about keeping Zheng Shijun and letting him go in for a meal, but he didn't forget what Yunhao said to him a long time ago, his father's violence, and the shadow he caused on Yunhao's childhood.

He turned around and held his father's hand and described it in his palm, he didn't want Yunhao to really move his hands, "Dad, you go back first, I'll see you another day"

Seeing him writing in the palm of his hand and realizing that he can't speak, Zheng Shijun really wanted to stay with him,

But seeing Yunho's angry eyes behind him, the previous hand injury has not healed, so he had to stop, "But Jaejoong, your voice..."

[I'm fine, let's go] Shaking his head, if Jaejoong didn't insist on stopping him, he might have been thrown out of the road by Yunho's men.

He was able to block it for 1 minute, but never for a quarter of an hour.

"Okay, then I'll go first, you should be more careful..." Helpless, Zheng Shijun wiped away the old tears from the corners of his eyes, and left with a sigh, not daring to look at Yunhao more in the middle.

It wasn't until he left the restaurant that he restrained his pitiful look just now, and spit on the ground in extreme dissatisfaction,

This Jung Yunho!You bastard, I want you to look good sooner or later!

In the same place, after he left, Yunhao dismissed those stewards, brushed Jaejoong's shoulder with a sullen face, and went back to the private room to eat.

He poured out a full glass of red wine and took two gulps. He didn't know whether he was angry with Zheng Shijun or was angry.

Clenching his fists, he closed the door of the box and let out a long sigh.

Zaizhong picked up the supplements that his father had just brought from the ground, dusted off them and put them back next to the seat.

Seeing those things, Yunho became more angry, poured another glass of red wine and drank it all down.

Glancing at him, Zai Zhong finally compromised first, and he walked up to him and put the remaining half bottle of red wine on the opposite side.

"Why, now you have to take care of me drinking?!" Putting down the glass impatiently, Yunho was already angry.

[He is our father after all] Write these words on the table in front of him, no matter what, the blood relationship cannot be changed.

"How long have you lived with him, how much do you know him?" Only he would recognize him as his father.

One sentence was stabbed to the scar, and he was separated since he was a child. Jaejoong really doesn’t know Zheng Shijun as well as he does, [He has a bad temper and something is wrong...but he gave birth to us after all]

"Then I'd rather he never gave birth to me!" The uncontrollable anger made Yunho smash his wine glass on the spot, if it wasn't for Zheng Shijun, he wouldn't be here today!

At that moment, Jaejoong deeply understood that there was always an invisible hurdle between Yunho and him.

He and him have completely different people and worldviews. He can control himself, but he cannot interfere with all his affairs.

Looking back at the bird's nest supplements on the seat, he couldn't say anything, so he turned around and went out.

"Where are you going?" He frowned and stopped him, Yunhao was indeed a little louder just now.

Twitching the corners of his mouth, he covered his lower abdomen to indicate that he was going to WC, opened the door and went straight out of the box, Jaejoong didn't want his complicated emotions to affect him again.

After he closed the door, Yunho slightly moved the corners of his lips, staring at the dishes on the table, he kicked over the side seat angrily.

【Toilet】

Turn on the faucet and pour cold water on your face repeatedly to calm yourself down. The transparent water drops are accompanied by the rushing water, and the tips of your hair fall into the sink. You stare at yourself in the wall mirror. get relief.

His body, Yunho and his father, no matter what, are deeply entangled in his heart like a knot, making him breathless,

And him and Changmin, his sexual orientation, Yunho's firm opposition...

Unbearable, he punched the wall mirror and watched the cracked gap gradually distort himself in the mirror. He really hated God, and hated why he arranged such a fate to torture himself!

They are also human beings who also believe in him, so why should they treat him so unfairly?

The shattered glass was embedded in his knuckles, oozing a little bit of blood, he withdrew his hand, and the ups and downs of his chest were hard to calm down.

Turning around and going to the toilet and sitting on the toilet seat, he pulled his hair and hammered his head vigorously, breaking down and wanting to cry.

But tears cannot rewrite fate, cowardice is not an excuse for despair,

His body is an unchangeable fact, and his only remaining belief is to help Yunhao get out of the sea of ​​suffering.

He has no choice in his life, Yunho still has,

He didn't want him to spend his whole life in the gang, and he didn't want to be afraid that one day he would never see him again.

He wanted to pull Yunho back, wanted to change him, keep him, but he couldn't find a way, there was absolutely no way...

Time passed slowly in his painful entanglement, thinking about it, and after his emotions stabilized, he patted his cheeks and took a deep breath.

He opened the door again and went out from the toilet. Before he could react, he was pushed back into the toilet by another man, covering his mouth and nose.

"Hmm..." The dangerous instinct aroused Zaizhong's resistance, he grabbed the opponent's hand and his pupils tightened, and he was about to exert force to strangle the opponent's tiger's mouth, when a familiar voice came from his ear.

"Jazhong, it's me." He relaxed his strength and breathed a sigh of relief, let go of him, the man in the restaurant waiter's clothes was Changmin.

When he saw Jaejoong, he thought he was dreaming, but he didn't believe it was real until he caught him and felt this person alive.

His pupils widened in astonishment, he didn't expect it to be him, and the bottom of Zai Zhong's eyes danced with excitement.

Hugging his shoulders up and down, looking carefully, Changmin tried his best to restrain himself, "It's great to see you, you know, I can't find you everywhere these days when you disappeared, I I thought...you'll be fine, you'll be fine."

Shaking his head, seeing him flustered for himself, he was moved and made Jaejoong wet his eyes.

He told him he was fine, but ignored the fact that Changmin didn't know he couldn't speak yet.

The grip on his shoulders deepened, and seeing that he had been silent, Changmin held his face and stroked his neck tremblingly, "Jazhong, you, why didn't you speak?"

Stiff, with a hint of loss quickly passing through his eyes, he pointed his middle finger at his throat and shook his head. He hadn't been able to speak for more than ten days.

Shocked, heartbroken, angry, knowing that various emotions rushed to Changmin's forehead at the same time, he rushed out of the toilet and roared, the first thing he thought of was Yunho, "Bastard! It must be Zheng Yunhao, I will kill him... "

Immediately pulling him back and closing the toilet door smoothly, Zai Zhong opened his mouth in a panic, unable to utter a sound, unable to explain clearly to him for a while.

"Don't stop me in Jaejoong, let me go find him! He always said that your disappearance has nothing to do with him, but now you are clearly with him!" Changmin couldn't help pointing out when he thought of the situation when he asked for someone before. Close it tightly.

Zheng Yunhao is simply insane, deceiving people too much!

He waved his hands repeatedly, grabbed his wrist and hurriedly wrote in his palm, Jaejoong didn't want him to misunderstand, 【Really, it has nothing to do with Yunho】

"Why are you still protecting him?"

[I didn't protect him, Junsu was the one who kidnapped me, Yunho was the one who saved me]

"Junsu" is unbelievable, if this word came from someone else, Changmin would not believe it, "Also, what did you say that Jung Yunho saved you?"

how can that be!

[It was he who saved me and we reconciled] At first, Jaejoong himself couldn't believe it, so it was expected that he would have this kind of reaction.

Take a breath, Yunho will reconcile with him!This is beyond Changmin's expectation, what kind of trick is he playing?

Seeing doubts from his expression, knowing that he had a bad impression of Yunho, he explained it word by word in the palm of his hand, it is indeed thanks to him that Jaejoong did not change his mind this time,

[Changmin don't be prejudiced against Yunho, although he has a bad temper, but his nature is still kind]

A bad temper is cruel and fiery!

"You're the boss of a gang in your twenties, and you're kind..." He muttered dissatisfiedly, and Changmin couldn't say too much in front of him.

[Why did you come to the bathroom dressed like this] Shaking his head, he stopped talking about this topic, and Jae Joong's attention shifted to his clothes.

As soon as this topic came up, Changmin's expression became even worse, "It's not Zheng... your brother!"

Yunho was even more confused, looking at him, Jaejoong desperately wanted to know the reason.

Sighing, and glanced outside the toilet, Changmin lowered his voice angrily, "Your brother forbids me to see you, and Qinglang in the sea view room is full of his people, so I can only do this."

Frowning, Jaejoong is not clear about Yunho's objection to him and himself, if so, Yunho must have spoken harshly,

【The two of us need to give him some time】

He believes that time will make Yunho change.

Smiling, narrowing his eyes and staring at his beautiful eyes, Changmin suddenly felt very happy, and the fact proved that he did not come in vain this time, "Are you caring about me?"

Frowning, Jaejoong didn't shake his head or nod.

"If you don't admit it, I'll go to the sea view room to find you tomorrow..."

Shaking his head, he was afraid that he would really go tomorrow, and Zaizhong didn't want him to ask for trouble.

Seeing him anxious, Changmin felt even more satisfied, "Okay, just kidding. I promise you to give Yunho some time, and when he accepts a little bit, I'll go find you again."

Silently, hold his hand tightly, besides being moved, Jaejoong is still moved,

[Yunho's temperament makes it difficult for him to accept it for a while, now he will inevitably do something when he is angry]

"I know, I will avoid him. I just think there is a relationship problem between us, why there is always so much interference." Yunho is, and so are Changmin's parents.

[Take your time] This is a love that is not recognized. It is really difficult to go on this road.

"But if I don't see you for a day, I miss you very much." I don't like to say provocative words, but these days when we are apart, Changmin really misses him.

He blushed inexplicably, the relationship between the two had never been formally confirmed, but it was this natural feeling that both Jaejoong and he cherished.

The space in the toilet is already narrow, and after a brief silence, it is each other's breathing.

Looking at him, Changmin's pupils suddenly deepened, and he involuntarily approached him, and slowly stroked the back of Zaizhong's neck with one hand, "Zaizhong..."

Holding his breath, he took a step back against the wall, met his eyes and somehow forgot to react, Changmin's eyebrows and eyes were very attractive.

"Jazhong, I...we..." Swallowing, propping up the wall behind him with one hand to get close to him, Changmin's eyes were more and more attracted by those black pupils.

Each other's fiery breath sprayed on each other's faces, and the suppressed emotions finally couldn't help bursting out. A certain string in his brain broke, and he bowed his head and kissed him.

The startled lips visibly trembled, and he smoothly inserted into his mouth, holding the evasive wetness.

It was the first time I was deeply kissed by a man, and I could feel his tongue sweeping over every piece of gum in my mouth. He kissed passionately, and I couldn't dodge it.

He deepened his kiss more and more greedily, pushing him against the wall completely, and just when Changmin was about to move down to kiss his neck, a low-pitched bass sounded suddenly, forcing Zai to startle, and then pushed him away vigorously .

"Zai Zhong" called his name, waited in the private room for a long time but didn't see him coming back, considering his current physical condition, Yun Hao still looked for him in the toilet with a low face.

After a quick glance at the entire toilet, only one door was closed.

Subconsciously narrowing his pupils and approaching, staring at the door, his tone was as cold as ever, "Why don't you come out?"

There was no response the first time, but the second time he reached out and knocked on the door panel, he always had a keen sense, "If you don't come out again, I will kick the door."

This time, the inside finally responded by knocking on the door, and after half a minute, Zai Zhong came out from inside.

Quickly closing the toilet door, he deliberately avoided his sight, lowered his head, and his cheeks were a little red.

Pupils tightened, noticing his unusual expression, Yunho reflexively stared at the toilet door he had just closed, "You...why are you uncomfortable?"

Shaking his head, he quickly went to the sink to turn on the tap to wash his hands, and then left. Seeing him follow his footsteps and leave together, Zaizhong exhaled secretly.

almost found out...

Not knowing at all, when leaving the toilet, Yunho looked back at the closed toilet door again, his eyes deepened.

wrestling vent

In the dark, he opened the locked porch and slammed the door vigorously, hiccupping, Bai Xian's blurred vision swept around the room in a daze, all the furniture seemed to be scattered and overlapped in front of his eyes.

Shaking his head, he took a few steady steps to change his shoes and entered the house. It was rare that Yunho and Jaejoong were not in the sea view room today. He drank some wine at the bar alone before thinking of returning to the residence.

He took off his wine-stained coat, his drowsy and swollen head was in severe pain, remembering that there was half a box of pain relief tablets under the coffee table, he bent over to search, and suddenly tripped over something unknown.

There were two muffled sounds one after another, he staggered and knelt on the floor, half of his body leaned forward and threw himself onto the sofa.

He covered his forehead with a distorted face, his anger rushed to his chest, he looked back carefully and found that it was the guitar standing on the ground, "Park Chanyeol, why did you misplace your rotten guitar again!..."

The voice formed an abrupt contrast in the silent space, and there was no response for a long time, and the ears were quiet, as if time had also stood still.

Opening his mouth, he glanced at the empty room again, he suddenly remembered that Chanyeol hadn't been here for a long time, "Tch, I actually forgot that guy left long ago."

Sitting down between the sofa and the coffee table, staring at the guitar, the scene of the quarrel with Chanyeol in this house in the past suddenly formed a picture and gradually gathered in his mind...

【"Hey! Park Chanyeol, why are you acting like a ghost? You showed up at my house in the middle of the night, and you didn't turn on the lights." He was startled, and he just came back from Qinglang, and suddenly saw a person huddled on the sofa.

He opened his hazy eyelids and looked at him, because he had been buried in the sofa for too long, and Chanyeol's forehead hair curled up a lot, "There is no class tonight, I came here to see you are not at home, I fell asleep while waiting, I'm sorry ..."

Rolling his eyes, he took off his shoes and locked the door. Looking at his sleeping face, Bai Xian curled his lips and went straight into the kitchen, "Next time, don't wait for me to sleep by myself, like an idiot..."]

【"Well, what does it smell like...Park Chanyeol, what are you doing in the kitchen again?" Holding his nose and coughing non-stop, Baek Hyun had a bad feeling again.

bang!Burned by the lid of the pot, he pinched his earlobe reflexively to face the scorched smoke, Chanye lowered his voice, his face was full of oily smoke, "I... I'm hungry..."

"...If you don't know how to do it, just order takeaway."

"I wanted to stew some pork belly, but it suddenly caught fire. I poured water on it, but I didn't expect it to burn even bigger..."

"Damn, just put the lid on when it's on fire, what kind of water are you pouring?" Speechless, he rushed into the kitchen to check his pan against the thick smoke, but the bottom of the pan had successfully turned over, "My pan!!"

"I'm sorry, I haven't been in the kitchen," embarrassed, listening to his sharp voice, Chanyeol frowned and put his hands in his ears, the decibel...

"You...I...don't have class next time, so don't come to me again!"

Irritated, mad, I'm sorry but I'm sorry, a meal of gunpowder erupted, but in the end Bai Xian still cooked him a bowl of noodles...]

【"Hey, Chanyeol, I have insomnia." When he came out of the room with his pillow in his arms, seeing Chanyeol still wearing glasses reading on the sofa, Baekhyun walked up to him and kicked his knee.

Raising his eyes to look at him, Chanyeol pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, closed his textbook, "There is milk in the refrigerator for insomnia."

"Then go get it for me, thank you." Glancing at the kitchen, sitting across from his sofa and picking up the remote control to watch TV, Bai Xian pulled his face, unable to sleep or want to move.

Helpless, Chanyeol could only take off his glasses and helped him get a bottle of milk to simmer, and even stared at him to finish drinking.

"How about it?"

"Still not sleepy..." After drinking a big cup, he didn't feel sleepy at all. He kept tuning the channel, but Bai Xian didn't watch a movie that closed his eyes, because it was late at night, and only the news on TV was old movies.

"Then I'll play a song for you," he simply took out his beloved guitar from under the sofa, since he couldn't sleep, Chanyeol just happened to compose a new song.

When the guitar's lyrical melody and his slightly deep voice sounded in the silent room at the same time, Bai Xian stopped tuning the channel, turned off the TV and listened carefully. It was the first time he hugged the pillow and stared at him seriously.

Chanyeol's voice is very nice, the person is super nice, and the music is beautiful and attractive, as if it made him see himself in the past.

Once, he could sing and play the piano, but after his family fell into poverty and was sold into a gang, his hands were far away from the melody of the music.

Later, I do not know when I fell asleep. Before going to sleep, I felt like someone was carrying him back to the room. When I woke up the next day, I found that I was covered with Chanyeol’s blanket...]

【"Baixian, why are you looking at me like this all of a sudden? Is there something wrong with me?"

"Park Chanyeol, let me tell you, where are you from? Why do you come to my house every time you are on vacation? Look at your head now, you're fine."

"I don't think about anything because I only come to you."

"But this is not your home after all, I mean... what do you look like sleeping on the sofa all the time?"

"It's okay, as long as you don't let me sleep on the floor."

"..."

"I'm not a shelter here either..."

"I was doing the dishes."

"...What's so good about me?"

"Hehe, because you look good."

"mo"

"No, I think you look like a girl... um!"

"Fuck it, I look like a woman!"

"Hey...you can't be a gentleman."

"It hurts so much"

"Nonsense! It's not your flesh *&※～><^..."]

Hand, because of many memories, I can't help touching the strings of that guitar, playing once, twice,

Although the two of them didn't live together for a very long time, when they recalled all the moments together, they feel a little bit reluctant and sad.

As for Chanyeol, every time he cared about Baekhyun, he would feel impatient, and he would not realize that he was used to being with him until he stopped showing up.

Without him, his surroundings are empty, and he always feels that something is missing.

Frowning, the headache got worse, and the oppression of alcohol and memories became more and more uncomfortable.

Knocking on his forehead, he simply stopped thinking about it. He took out two painkillers and quickly stuffed them into his mouth. The bitterness of the medicine came from his throat, and he regained a little sobriety.

Suddenly, two doorbells sounded next to my ears. My chaotic thoughts thought it was an auditory hallucination and ignored it, and the sound continued.

"Who is it!" Climbing up on the floor, he went to open the door with some soberness, Baek Hyun repeatedly tossed and opened the door, Chanyeol?But what caught his eyes was Mike.

The hazy eyes closed immediately after seeing the other party clearly, Bai Xian was drunk, but subconsciously sober.

Quickly supporting the door and pushing it open vigorously, the excessive force forced him to stagger back, Mike forced his way into the room and closed the door with his backhand, "How long do you want to hide from me?!"

"You fucking get out! This is my territory!" Roaring at the top of his voice, he stood firm, Bai Xian hated him the most, "You don't think you have tortured me enough, do you?"

"Bian Baekhyun, is it wrong for me to fucking love you?"

"Shut up!" He punched him in the jaw and growled, calling him by his original name, Baekhyun didn't ask for such cruel love from him, "Jin Jong-in, you were crazy when you were kai, now you change your name and you're also a lunatic." Ma is a devil, a rapist! What qualifications do you have to say love?"

"I'm not qualified, that brat Park Chanyeol is qualified!" He punched him back abruptly, and the scene he saw at his door that day, Mike will never forget, "You can let other men kiss you and hug you , why can't I"

Pupils trembled again because of those three sons, Chanyeol, Park Chanyeol, wiped off the blood stains from the corners of their mouths and stood up again, Baekhyun increased his tone, "Don't mention him, this matter has nothing to do with him!"

"Bian Baekxian!" Grabbing him and pushing him hard against the wall, Mike's eyes were bloodshot with anger and hatred, "You figured out that he doesn't like men!"

"Even if he doesn't like it, it's none of your business! I'm just unrequited love, even if I'm mean, I won't be with you." Struggling, as long as it's Mike, Bai Xian would rather be with anyone.

"Don't worry about it, don't forget that you are already my man." He grabbed his shoulders and began to force, kiss, and tear. Even if Mike didn't get his heart, he got his man.

"Bastard, stop! Let go of me...Jin Zhongren!..."

"Bian Baixian, let me tell you, you are my man and will always be. That brat is Long Teng's man, you will never be able to be with him."

"Don't!...Stay...uh..." *His struggling hands were forced to freeze, his clothes were opened wide, and Bai Xian's pupils were wide-eyed in his thick... violent. Ugly face,

Soaring Dragon, how could it be Soaring Dragon!

Picking him up and pressing him into the sofa, looking at his face that would become stiff even if he was drunk, Mike threw off his faded clothes in annoyance, straddled him and clamped him between himself Two... legs. Central, "He is not only from Long Teng, but also Park Yoochun's younger brother, so you should obediently be my man, and I will treat you well."

"No! Don't, stop... If you continue today, either I will die or you will die in the future!"

"That is to try."

"Ah... stop... you..."

"Even if you want to kill...I will fix you tonight."

"Ah...don't...uh!..."

"Your mouth is refusing, but your body is catering to it."

"Ah, no……"

……

The intercourse of the body became more and more erotic, and the rapid panting, moaning... Moaning over time, repeatedly staggered and overlapped in the hall.

Hiding under the moon and standing under the only window outside the house, listening to the faint voice, Chanyeol lowered his head deeply, his thick bangs completely covered his eyes.

His whitish fingers supported the wall leaving two scratches, his thin figure under the shadow of the moonlight revealed an indescribable melancholy.

Turning around and choosing to leave, every time he took a step, his steps felt extremely heavy.

There was a blunt smile on the corner of his mouth, as if something had slipped down his face, and his heart hurt a little, but he didn't know why it hurt.

Is it a trick of fate, or is reality too cruel

Park Chanyeol, why are you returning to this place tonight?

The next day. 【塍风. Martial Arts Almighty Gym】

Looking up at the signboard of this high-end gymnasium in front of him, he was brought to Seoul by Yunho early in the morning since the restaurant yesterday.

I thought it would be some kind of scenery, but I never expected that he would choose to invite him to such a place.

Parked the car and only wore a set of all-black sportswear. Under his suspicious eyes, he entered the third floor of the gym with him one after another. Under the envious eyes of men and women all the way, he followed behind him in the middle, attracting everyone in the gym. There was a commotion among the students.

Stepping on the stairs to the Taekwondo club step by step, with Yunhao's eyes and scrutiny, an elderly instructor is teaching a new batch of students to practice combat.

"Uncle Mu," he called out in a low voice, meeting the coach's gaze back, the corners of Yunho's mouth slightly raised, less cold and more gentle.

That different expression made Jaejoong realize that the instructor was by no means an ordinary person.

Sure enough, when he saw Yunho, the instructor also smiled, and immediately dismissed the trainees and hung the sweat towels around their necks, "Yunho is here. I haven't seen you for a long time, and he's grown again."

While speaking, he glanced at Zai Zhong, his voice could not hide his surprise, "This...is your brother"

"Well, you seem to be getting more and more energetic." Acquiescing to Jaejoong's identity, and in turn praising his Jianlang, Yunho mentioned childhood things to him very early on.

"Haha, I'm old, I can't be energetic. The gym upstairs is empty for you. Come down and have a meal after exercising." Laughing, wiping the sweat off his neck, every time he came to teach, he would cook for himself Cooking a good meal seems to have become a habit over the years.

"Okay, I haven't eaten your cooking for a long time." He readily accepted, and Yunho didn't plan to go out to eat here.

"Hehe, let's go then, take it easy." Patting him on the shoulder, he gave Jaezhong a meaningful look. After the instructor left, he changed into his Taoist uniform and went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables.

Watching him go away, he could vaguely hear the discussions of the surrounding students, and even feel the scorching eyes from all directions. He glanced at them lightly. It's not unusual for Yunhao to be noticed, but he doesn't like too much clutter staring at the person next to him.

Moving his footsteps up and down the stairs again, the feeling was disgusted, like peeping at the treasure hidden under his wings.

And meeting his cold gaze, the men and women who were looking at them just now immediately looked away admiringly, and the excited whispers suddenly stopped,

Occasionally, there were a few unnatural dry coughs, and they didn't boil again until he and Jaejoong were fully upstairs.

"Hey, they're going up, up!"

"I'll go, do you see, it's that man again, his eyes are so frightening."

"Yeah, when I saw him, I wouldn't dare to look at him like that even if he was a man... But, he's really fucking handsome."

"Senior, senior, what do you mean, do you know who that person is?"

"Why don't you know that you come here often! Ever since I came here to study art, he has often appeared here, but he usually goes to the boxing and kendo clubs, why did he go to the judo club today?"

"That's right, it seems that he also learned from our coach before. Even though he is young, I heard that his fighting skills are amazing."

"Wow, so he is still our senior!"

"Well, yeah. He's a big shot."

"What a big man is a big man"

"This... Oh, why are you girls so gossip? Anyway, he is a big shot. I don't know the details."

"Cut. Hey, senior, which of the two handsome guys you said just now is better looking?"

"This... Men and women have different eyes. It's better to say which one is pleasing to the eye than liking it. Although that senior is perfect, we feel more comfortable with the prettier boy next to him."

"what logic"

"Hey, don't you believe it! Same-sex repulsion and jealousy are the nature of men. No one likes someone who is stronger than themselves. Just like you women, would you like a boy who is prettier than you? You must like more men Delicious!"

"Uh, that seems to be the case..."

"Damn it, I just like pretty men~ Hey, you said they go to the judo room, do they go to the gym or to exercise?"

"You'll know if you go and have a look,"

"You guys are going too"

"Nonsense, of course we have to go, what if they fight each other?"

"Sparring! Damn, this excitement!"

"Then hurry up and watch, but I advise you girls not to go..."

"why"

"Because no matter which one loses, you will be sad. Maybe if the two of them are a couple, wouldn't you be excited in vain?"

"fart!!"

"Hahaha, maybe...it's not impossible in this world now, a man and a beauty, it's a good match."

"Go, go, go! It's all nonsense, hurry up and go upstairs! In case a fight really starts..."

"Yes, let's go, let's go, take it easy, don't make too much noise..."

Fourth floor, judo room,

Fastened his belt and stepped onto the training platform barefoot, threw a set of white Dao uniform to Jaejoong, Yunho changed his previous attitude, and waited for him to change into it with a calm face.

Steadily took the clothes he threw over him, from the moment he entered the hall, Jaejoong was full of doubts.

"Don't look at me with that kind of eyes, go and change your clothes first." Quietly waited on the spot, before he came on stage, Yunho would not solve the doubts in his mind.

Judging from this posture, I have to change, I have never seen him so serious about asking myself, pinching the judo uniform, and finally choose to change in the middle.

When he stepped on the cold wooden board again and faced him face to face, the oppressive feeling he had never experienced made him even more confused about Yunhao's intentions.

Raising his chin, he looked at him again. The white Taoist uniform, naked feet, clean and resolute, such a big brother, Yunho didn't want to see any depravity from him, "Jin Jaejoong, come here, follow him I have a good fight."

[What] Fight!

Seeing that he didn't intend to make a joke at all, he stared at him, and Zaizhong remained silent for a long time.

"Jin Jaejoong, did you hear me and did you have a good fight with me? I know you have learned judo." He lowered his voice and repeated again, Yunho had waited too long.

Jaejoong has learned judo, but this is not the reason for him to do it.

"Yesterday at the restaurant, I knew that person was Shen Changmin." Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, Yunho could only clarify his words.

Sure enough, his words successfully made Jaejoong's pupils widen.

"I don't know what you guys did in the toilet. I just want you to understand. I can accept you after so many years, but it doesn't mean I can accept you and Shen Changmin." So this is also when Yunho came back from the restaurant. The reason for the shady face, "Or, me or him, you can only choose one."

Indifference, blows, he opened his wounds as soon as he shot, clearly saw that Jaejoong's figure stiffened under his words, Yunho knew that this was far from enough, "And your current body, if he knows you The original appearance, you can guarantee that he will not stay away"

"I can guarantee that his family and his parents will accept you like a daughter-in-law."

"He, Shen Changmin, is the eldest son of a famous family. What is your identity, status, or the right family?"

"At best, you have nothing but a younger brother who is a gangster, and a body that can't be changed between male and female..." The last sentence was suddenly replaced by a heavy muffled sound.

Clenching his fists, he couldn't bear it and rushed over to hug his torso, throwing him down heavily on his back, challenged by anger, Zai Zhong's eyes were filled with horrifying red.

Even if it's his own younger brother, he can't say that!

Grabbing him, kicking his feet towards his abdomen, forcing him to roll over from his body and fall on the mat in a muffled sound, what Yunho wanted was his shot, "Angry, outburst? Then put your heart on me, on you All my dissatisfaction with fate, I vented it out!"

Panting with resentment in his eyes, Zaizhong gritted his teeth faintly as he stared at him.

"Come on! You are also a human being, but you are always different from ordinary people, and your feelings are not accepted. Don't you want to vent these injustices? Have a good fight with me, and don't let me see you looking helpless and depressed again!"

Pounding the mat heavily and getting back up again, the bottom line was broken by the scars uncovered word by word, and the various pains that had been suppressed in the heart finally burst out at that moment,

He rushed over madly, pulled him down with his arms, and then tried to stir him up with his legs, only to be able to kick him down in the middle.

Clamping his legs, clasped his waist with both hands, and slammed him over his shoulders on the mat. He didn't feel bad, and didn't make any concessions. Yunho just changed the direction and asked him to attack, "Again!"

Clenching his fists tightly, his eye sockets became even darker red.With a muffled roar in his throat, Zai Zhong got up and threw himself at him again, this time directly hugging his waist, using all the strength of his back to throw him down.

With a heavy muffled sound, Yunhao's back fell to the ground, but the next second he locked his waist, suddenly turned over and rolled a few times on the mat, turning back and completely pressing his back against the mat.

Being crushed and restrained, unable to turn over, facing his proficient and agile fighting skills, on the verge of breaking out, Red Eyes vigorously elbowed back his chest and abdomen.

Quickly sideways to avoid the back blow of his elbow, Yunho let go of him and stood up, "You fouled."

Gritting his teeth, regardless of Sanqi 21 rushing towards him again, Jaezhong doesn't care about any rules at this time, he just needs to vent!

quickly,

Peng,

Peng,

One after another muffled sounds, he was always ruthlessly thrown on the ground again and again.