Rarely fascinated

If a certain amount of happiness in this world needs to experience the same pain to obtain, do you choose no pain and no happiness, or choose happiness after pain?

It's just a pity that I have only pain in my life, but never happiness.

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"What do you want to take?" Fang Zhiyuan frowned, "If you don't leave, Fei Luo will come looking for you, and then you won't be able to leave."

"I have something in his hands. I can't leave now." Fang Zhihuan lowered his eyes, then looked at Fang Zhiyuan again, his gaze became deep and complicated, and he paused for a while before saying, "I never thought you would come."

Fang Zhiyuan's eyes flickered for a moment, and he was silent for a while, "Is it... that kind of handle?"

Fang Zhihuan didn't answer this question, but just said "I can't go."

Philo has his... that kind of video in his hand, and Ferlo once threatened him that if he dared to run away a second time, those videos would be passed on to his parents, and even more people see.

Fang Zhihuan didn't care about being seen, he never influenced himself because of other people's eyes, but his parents...if the recorded video was seen by his parents, Fang Zhihuan didn't dare to think about those two old people What will be the reaction.

Fang Zhiyuan came to him, which he never expected... He thought his younger brother hated him already.Fang Zhihuan can now deeply understand Fang Zhiyuan's mood at that time, no wonder...Fang Zhiyuan hated him to that extent at the beginning.

"I'm sorry." Fang Zhihuan apologized for the first time. Almost no one has ever heard these three words from Fang Zhihuan's mouth. He only said them twice, and they were all said to the same person, "Before... "

"It's okay." Fang Zhiyuan interrupted him, he didn't want to recall anything from the past, he frowned at Fang Zhihuan, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you really not leaving?"

Fang Zhihuan lowered his eyelashes, "Give me the phone, and I'll call Dad."

Fang Zhiyuan took a deep look at him, then handed him the phone.

"Hey, Dad, it's me." Fang Zhihuan whispered, "Well, I'm fine, but there are some problems here suddenly, I can't contact you for the time being, so you are worried."

"Well, I...can't go back now."

"I'll tell you when I have time, don't worry." Fang Zhihuan frowned slightly, "If necessary, I will transfer people from China."

"I see, um, good."

Fang Zhihuan hung up the phone, then rubbed the center of his brows with his hands, a rare tired expression appeared on his face.

Fang Zhiyuan opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't know how to say it.He had already guessed what the so-called handle was, he thought it was a photo, but in this situation, he couldn't persuade Fang Zhihuan anything, neither was it right to ask him to leave, nor was it right to ask him to stay.

"Go back." After a long time, Fang Zhihuan looked up at Fang Zhiyuan, "There is no chance of winning with Filo in Italy, and I don't want to implicate you."

Fang Zhiyuan bit his lip, "Are you really thinking about it? You're not leaving?"

Fang Zhihuan didn't answer. He looked down at his clothes and said to him, "Find me a suit and a cell phone."

Ji Qingchi suddenly opened the door and walked in, "Are you ready, Fei Luo is already looking for us,"

Fang Zhiyuan glanced at Fang Zhihuan, and said to Ji Qingchi, "He can't leave."

Ji Qingchi asked puzzled, "What do you mean?"

Fang Zhiyuan shook his head, "Let's go out and talk."

After they went out, Fang Zhihuan slowly lay back on the bed, his fingers tightly clenched together.

filo.

Fang Zhihuan chewed the name in his heart many times.

Not long after, Fang Zhiyuan came in with a stack of clothes in his arms. He put the clothes beside Fang Zhihuan, then took out his mobile phone and handed it to him, "It's too late to prepare a mobile phone for you. Use mine first." .”

Fang Zhihuan turned his head to look at the suit, he stood up barefoot, took off his pajamas in front of Fang Zhiyuan, revealing his back full of hickey marks and tooth marks, then picked up the suit and put it on body.

"Let's go." After changing his clothes, Fang Zhihuan said to Fang Zhiyuan.

His tone and expression were still so domineering, as if those unspeakable things had never happened to him or been discovered by anyone.

"If you change your mind now, there is still time." Fang Zhiyuan made his last effort.

Fang Zhihuan shook his head silently.

Fang Zhiyuan was also silent for a moment, and after a while, he whispered, "I'm leaving."

"Is there any smoke?" Fang Zhihuan asked.

"There are in the living room."

Fang Zhiyuan and Wen Cun had already left by plane on the way Fei Luo came. Fang Zhihuan walked from the bedroom to the living room barefoot. He found a pair of leather shoes that fit his feet on the shoe cabinet and put them on. Then he took the cigarettes and fire from the living room. Machine, body leaning against the door, smoking one mouthful after another.

Fang Zhihuan, who was wearing a suit, had an aura of extreme abstinence, with such a lofty and inviolable appearance that people couldn't help but want to destroy and occupy.

This was the case when Fei Luo saw Fang Zhihuan. The cigarette butts he had finished smoking had been thrown all over the floor. Fang Zhihuan's face was not clear and pale in the hazy smoke.

Fei Luo originally came here full of anger and anger, but the moment he saw Fang Zhihuan, all those emotions seemed to be wiped out. He stared at Fang Zhihuan intently, and then walked up the stairs step by step.

"Waiting for me?" Fei Luo stopped less than half a meter away from Fang Zhihuan, raised his hand to touch Fang Zhihuan's face, and asked softly.

"Do you think I can kill you now?" Fang Zhihuan said in a low voice.

"As long as you do it." Fei Luo looked at him motionlessly with eyes as deep as the ocean, "Will you kill me?"

Fang Zhihuan raised his eyes and glanced at him without any emotion, not even hatred, then turned and entered the room.

Philo followed suit.

Fang Zhihuan found that Fei Luo was following him, his body paused, and he said coldly, "If you don't have anything to blackmail me, then you are already dead."

"But I have."

"What do you want?" Fang Zhihuan sat on the sofa, his long bangs covered half of his eyes.

"Who is the person who came to save you?" Fei Luo pinched Fang Zhihuan's chin, forcing Fang Zhihuan to look at him, "I was careless, and left you alone in that kind of place." He paused for a moment, "They see What did you look like when it came to you?"

Fang Zhihuan's body trembled invisibly, he closed his eyes, and suppressed all the emotions in his heart.

that humiliation...

"What the hell do you want to do? Go to bed with me?" Fang Zhihuan didn't break away from Fei Luo's hand, even though the force had almost crushed his jaw, he asked word by word, "Give me medicine and watch me masturbate What does it look like? Let me spread my legs please fuck-me?"

Philo was noncommittal.

"Yes." Fang Zhihuan finally said two words.

After hearing this, Fei Luo's eyes changed for a moment, but Fang Zhihuan interrupted him before he could speak, "I can let you fuck until you have had enough."

"Conditions?" Fei Luo knew that Fang Zhihuan was definitely not the kind of person who was easy to compromise, and making such a compromise now must not only have something to do with that video.

"I can contact my family at any time, and you can't restrict my personal freedom." Fang Zhihuan's eyes seemed to suck people in, like poppies, beautiful but venomous, "Fei Luo, this is me." The biggest concession I can make to you, I am not asking for your opinion, if you disagree, then one of us will not be able to get out of this door today."

"Okay." Fei Luo didn't hesitate, he asked again, "Who is the person who came to save you?"

"My family." Fang Zhihuan never bothered to lie.

"Why didn't you follow them away?"

Fang Zhihuan sneered disdainfully, and asked, "Why? You don't know?"

"I can understand...you stayed because of me." Fei Luo knew that Fang Zhihuan stayed only because of that video, but he couldn't help molesting and annoying the person in front of him again and again, he felt Any expression on Fang Zhihuan's face is very good...Since he can't make Fang Zhihuan feel happy now, it's good to let him show his pain temporarily.

"You are not worthy." Fang Zhihuan replied mercilessly.

Fei Luo chuckled, then tore off Fang Zhihuan's suit, turned over and pressed him down, kissed his neck vaguely, and murmured, "You look so good now ..."

Fang Zhihuan watched with a blank expression as Fei Luo took off his shirt and pants, and then entered his body from the front.

"what...."

Fei Luo deliberately used brute force to challenge him, Fang Zhihuan couldn't help crying out with that kind of force, his body was a little weak after not eating for a few days, but now Fang Zhihuan felt that his mind was turning white and intense. The feeling of dizziness constantly impacted his remaining rationality, and in his confusion, Fang Zhihuan saw Fei Luo's blurred face.

Light brown curly hair, blue eyes, high nose bridge, sexy lips... A face that was so beautiful and perfect before, is now so hideous.

One day, this person will surely die by his own hands...

Fei Luo didn't know how long he had been tossing Fang Zhihuan. He was already exhausted, and Fang Zhihuan lost consciousness when he was halfway through, and fell into a coma.

Fei Luo didn't ejaculate in Fang Zhihuan's body like before, every time he wanted to ejaculate, he withdrew, and only when his desire mixed with anger had completely subsided, he carefully hugged him Seeing the sleeping Fang Zhihuan, his eyes were filled with rare tenderness.

"If you want to get someone like you, you can only conquer you by working hard to become stronger than you." Fei Luo fiddled with Fang Zhihuan's bangs, and sighed inwardly.

He has never cared so much about a person, but he knows that it is useless to treat Fang Zhihuan with the tender and sweet way. If he wants to keep Fang Zhihuan, he can only use overwhelming force to break his wings , so that he can no longer fly out...

It's not that he doesn't want Fang Zhihuan to get better, but this won't work on Fang Zhihuan at all. He can't keep a person who doesn't have him in his heart... He can only use strong methods to destroy all Fang Zhihuan's escape routes, so that He had to stay by his side until the day Fang Zhihuan fell in love with him, and make up for it even more.

After Fei Luo washed Fang Zhihuan's body and changed into a set of clean clothes, he hugged him horizontally and walked out of the hotel.

When Fang Zhihuan woke up again, a familiar ceiling slowly emerged in front of his eyes. In this place, Fei Luo...had humiliated him countless times...

"Are you awake?" Fei Luo was sitting on the table next to the bed. After seeing Fang Zhihuan waking up, he covered the computer with one hand, went to Fang Zhihuan and sat down.

My stomach is already so hungry that I can't feel it...

Fang Zhihuan sat up on the bed, and whispered, "Is there anything to eat?"

"You haven't eaten for several days, now you can only drink some porridge." Fei Luo got up and took out the porridge in the microwave oven, cooled it with a spoon, and then brought it to Fang Zhihuan's lips.

Fang Zhihuan tilted his head, with obvious disgust on his brows, "I'll do it myself."

But Fei Luo didn't move, the tip of his spoon kept chasing Fang Zhihuan's lips, Fang Zhihuan didn't open his mouth, and just remained in a stalemate.

"I'll feed you, or you just starve to death." Fei Luo's eyes were cold, and there was a chill in his tone.

Fang Zhihuan glanced at Fei Luo, then flicked his arm vigorously, and the porcelain spoon fell to the ground, breaking into several pieces.He retracted under the quilt, with his back to Philo, curling his body together.

Fei Luo's expression was very gloomy, and a huge storm seemed to be brewing in his eyes.

After a while, he brought another spoon from the kitchen, grabbed Fang Zhihuan's hair, and lifted Fang Zhihuan off the bed.

Fang Zhihuan frowned, he looked at Fei Luo, "let go of me."

"Drink." With the other hand, Fei Luo filled a spoon with some porridge, and stuck it to Fang Zhihuan's lips.

Fang Zhihuan's lips still didn't open, but they didn't close together forcefully either. Fei Luo squeezed the front end of the spoon in with his hand slightly, then raised his hand slightly, and slid the porridge inside.

Fang Zhihuan raised his hand to hold Fei Luo's hand holding his hair, and then gradually began to exert force.Fang Zhihuan's hand was very strong, just a few fingers gave Fei Luo the illusion that his wrist had been broken, but he didn't let go, as if he didn't feel the pain, he continued to feed Fang Zhihuan porridge.

"pain."

Halfway through the drink, Fang Zhihuan felt that his entire scalp was about to separate from his body, so he finally couldn't help but say something.

In the next moment, Philo let go of the hand that was holding his hair.

Several very obvious bruising marks appeared on Fei Luo's wrist, and even the skeleton of the hand holding his wrist was outlined.

He lifted Fang Zhihuan up, leaned his back against the bed, and fed him all the leftover porridge.

Fang Zhihuan didn't resist anymore, but silently swallowed what Fei Luo poured in for him.

Nausea and nausea.

Fang Zhihuan closed his eyes, trying his best to suppress the desire to churn up in his stomach.

"Are you full?" Fei Luo rubbed Fang Zhihuan's hair, as if apologizing for his rude behavior just now.

Fang Zhihuan's face was ugly, he endured it for a while, "I want to vomit."

Fei Luo's face suddenly changed, and he glared at Fang Zhihuan viciously, "If you dare to spit it out, I will let you eat it again."

Fang Zhihuan shook his head, then suddenly rushed to the bedside and vomited directly.

"Ouch—" Fang Zhihuan felt that his bitter gall was about to be spit out, his mouth was full of soreness, obviously there was nothing in his stomach, but the feeling of wanting to vomit was still so strong, he retched a few times , and then coughed softly.

Fei Luo's current complexion was as ugly as it could be. He squeezed and loosened his fingers, and finally patted Fang Zhihuan's back to make him feel better.

This has nothing to do with Fei Luo feeding him porridge, it is entirely a physiological reaction of not eating for a long time, there are several needles on his arm, which should be the fluid that Fei Luo gave him when he was unconscious, but he has not known for a few days. It's time to eat, and nausea is what it should be. It can only be said that Fei Luo's behavior made him vomit more violently.

"Water." Fang Zhihuan said with his head down.

Philo glared at him, then turned to pour him some water.

Fang Zhihuan wiped the corners of his mouth clean, and after rinsing his mouth, he lay back on the bed, gasping for breath.

"Get up and change places." Fei Luo said with a sullen face.

After Fang Zhihuan heard it, he reacted for a while, then got out of bed from the other side, staggered into the living room by himself, found a chair and sat down.

"Is there anything else to eat?" Fang Zhihuan raised his hand and pressed his temple.

Fei Luo gave him another bowl of porridge, but he didn't have the guts to force Fang Zhihuan to drink it. He put the bowl in front of Fang Zhihuan and said in a rough voice, "Eat."

Halfway through eating, Fang Zhihuan frowned fiercely. He suddenly got up and ran to the side of the pool, bent over and vomited deeply.

"Hey!" Fei Luo was taken aback. He quickly followed, patted Fang Zhihuan's back from behind, and said anxiously, "What's wrong with you? I'm not the one feeding you this time!"

Fang Zhihuan took the cup at hand, took some water to rinse his mouth, and then glanced at Fei Luo lightly, "Don't you know that the stomach will stop digesting after a certain period of time without food?"

Fei Luo's expression changed, "You didn't eat after you left?" He thought Fang Zhihuan would definitely eat something after being rescued...

The corner of Fang Zhihuan's mouth provoked a sarcastic sneer, "Thanks to your medicine, I was in a coma for two and a half days, and thanks to you, I was in a coma for another two days. Now you ask me, why didn't I eat?"

Looking at Fang Zhihuan's thin face, Fei Luo's heart ached like needles.

"Don't make that look, it's disgusting."

Fang Zhihuan looked at Fei Luo with disgust.

That afternoon, Fei Luo fully saw Fang Zhihuan's persistence. He kept eating and vomiting until he couldn't vomit anymore after eating.

After tossing and tossing all afternoon, Fang Zhihuan's face had turned a faint blue color in the end, and his complexion was very ugly.

"I'm sorry." Fei Luo kissed Fang Zhihuan's finger, and looked at Fang Zhihuan's expression like a child who made a mistake, "I was too much in the past, and as long as you are obedient, I won't treat you like that again."

"I'm obedient?" Fang Zhihuan raised the corners of his lips and smiled, as if he had heard some big joke, he looked at Fei Luo viciously, "What kind of thing are you? What right do you have to let me listen to you? It's just a promise to sleep with you, don't think you are so capable, in my eyes you are not even a fart."

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