scapegoat

The knife wound on Xiao Yang's body was actually not too serious. Qin Zhanbin had been decadent all year round and had little strength, so he didn't strike hard.

After staying in the hospital for a few days, Lang Zhongming took him home after the wound started to scab.

I felt itchy for a while after the pain disappeared, but now I don't feel anything.Xiao Yang breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that after returning to Lang's house, his situation would be better than before.

Thanks to Qin Zhanbin, Lang Zhongming has been treating him with care during this period, but probably because he couldn't save his face, he was not very warm-hearted.

In contrast, Lang Zhongjin, who was already good to Xiao Yang, was exaggerating a lot.

In addition, Lang Zhongjin doesn't go to work often, so there are more opportunities to show courteousness to Xiao Yang.

So Lang Zhongming often got off work, and when he opened the door, he saw his younger brother applying ointment, pinching his shoulders, beating his back, rubbing his legs... He even saw Lang Zhongjin combing Xiao Yang's hair once.

Looking at Xiao Yang's short cut cut, Lang Zhongming suddenly became upset.

"How many short hairs do you need to comb? Why don't you let Zhong Jin comb the bottom ones for you? They are longer than the ones on your head."

Xiao Yang had always been reluctant to accept Lang Zhongjin's kindness, but the latter was always sorry for what happened before and insisted on taking care of him.

Lang Zhongming's malicious and sour words had no actual lethality, but only made him more convinced of this person's indifference. The calmness of the past few days was just a short-term patience. Now that he is well, Lang Zhongming no longer avoids taboos.

But right now it is his own younger brother who is trying to please Xiao Yang in every possible way. Lang Zhongming will not be angry with his younger brother. As long as Lang Zhongjin is at home, he will not make things difficult for Xiao Yang.

Lang Zhongjin, who has always been careless in doing things, became presumptuous as soon as he got acquainted with Xiao Yang, and his temper as a young son of a rich family began to show.

Sometimes the movements are a little more intimate, not to mention Lang Zhongming is still staring at him, even Xiao Yang himself feels embarrassed.

That day Xiao Yang wanted to go downstairs to get a glass of water, but Lang Zhongjin suddenly rushed over from behind, wrapped his arms around his neck tightly, and blew viciously into his ears.

Xiao Yang held back the itch and drove him off with a helpless smile, but when he turned around, he saw Lang Zhongming who was watching coldly.

Lang Zhongming didn't show himself in front of his younger brother, but the way he looked at Xiao Yang began to change.

There was a penetrating malice in those eyes again, even more vicious because of the forbearance and backlog of the past half a month.

I have watched Xiao Yang relax in front of his younger brother countless times and tolerate and dote on his younger brother's childish temper, and then look back at him every time he sees him, that person reflexively tenses up.

Some things go without saying.

However, the opportunity for Lang Zhongming to transfer/teach others came soon.

Since November came, the weather has been bad. Naturally, the wet and cold city C is not suitable for recuperation. Grandpa wanted to live in a warm tropical resort for a while.

Lang Zhongming couldn't leave, so naturally he could only be accompanied by Lang Zhongjin.

As soon as the grandfather and grandson took off, Lang Zhongming stepped into Xiao Yang's bedroom.

"Tsk, it's only November and the heating is turned on so high, what will you do when it snows?"

As Lang Zhongming said, he turned off his heater and opened the window for ventilation.

Xiao Yang sat indifferently on the bed wrapped in a quilt, feeling the cold wind blowing in.

Lang Zhongming walked towards him, every step was pierced in his heart like a vicious needle.

The devil smiled and said, "Take off your clothes, let me see your wounds."

Xiao Yang lowered his eyes and didn't move.

Lang Zhongming was not annoyed, anyway, he had plenty of time to teach him a lesson.

"I've gotten very close to Zhong Jin recently~ You are smart enough to pick a spare tire that won't make me angry, but...he won't always protect you...such as now."

Lang Zhongming picked up the old tube of ointment on the bedside table, and slowly unscrewed the cap: "I remember that the doctor didn't seem to check your inside, they were too careless, what if there is an injury there?"

Of course Xiao Yang knew what he meant by "inside", his face turned pale instantly, but his body reacted.

Lang Zhongming didn't let Xiao Yang do it himself, but pulled him up and ripped off his baggy pajama pants.

The situation in the intimate place is honestly exposed to the air.

Of course Lang Zhongming would not let go of the opportunity to tease him: "If you don't do it for a few days, how can it be as if you have been hungry for years?"

As he said, he grabbed Xiao Yang's half-hard front with his cool palm, and slowly rubbed it.

Xiao Yang's waist shrank, his legs trembling standing on the quilt, feeling the rough and cold touch.

Lang Zhongming never liked to see him enjoy the sex, and he stopped when he provoked him.

Lang Zhongming "finished the medicine" for him, then turned around and took out an iron box.

Inside the box was a set of restraint tools with a lock. Lang Zhongming took it out with a smile and studied Xiao Yang's wonderful facial expressions at the moment.

The almost gentle man came over, wrapped his arms around the base of his thighs, and put on the terrible torture equipment for him.

Lang Zhongming sized him up for a while, and was very satisfied: "I'm worried that you can't help but have fun by yourself, so I'll let it go. In case you can't hold yourself outside for a while, just find a man. It won’t be good if you contract any disease and come back. If you want to go to the toilet, come to me, and I will untie it for you.”

Speaking seriously, Lang Zhongming couldn't help it anymore, grabbed Xiao Yang's chin, and pulled his whole face to his front.

Xiao Yang has never done this before, not to mention that his whole body is not right now, nausea and nausea have begun to torment him, but he still can only squirm his lips and tongue as much as possible in exchange for a chance to get rid of it as soon as possible.

Lang Zhongming, who finally stopped for a few days, resumed his abuse, and Xiao Yang probably knew his hopeless future.

Gradually getting used to the feeling in front of his mouth also gave Lang Zhongming a new pleasure, but he lost control behind him.

The ointment that was applied seemed to have brought about even more terrifying effects. He twisted his waist instinctively, but he was so empty that he could not get anything.

Just holding back his desires and satisfying Lang Zhongming for a long time, Xiao Yang was only let go when night got up.

After Lang Zhongming was satisfied, he left him and left. Now he is the only one left in the room, and there is a sudden evening wind.

Xiao Yang slowed down, and then reluctantly moved his legs that were erected, and propped himself up to close the window.

The feeling of being wrapped around the sensitive parts was too strong, Xiao Yang couldn't do anything at once, he could only curl up on the bed.

After that, Xiao Yang has been forced to maintain this state, except that he was relieved when he was "lucky" by Lang Zhongming, and even his daily physical needs can only be asked by him.

Lang Zhongming didn't have time to torment him during working hours, but it wasn't too difficult.

It's just that when they are together at home after get off work, Xiao Yang can only be teased wantonly. Most of the time, he can't feel anything except the crazy thoughts he wants to vent.

Compared with the physical pain, what embarrasses him more is the mental torture.

Every time he couldn't bear to beg Lang Zhongming for the right to go to the toilet, Lang Zhongming would take the opportunity to tease him again, and sometimes he would even watch his resolution process with great interest.

Not to mention that when Lang Zhongming was in a meeting or going out, he had no way to untie the bondage by himself, so he could only endure the pain.

In order to avoid suffering, Xiao Yang began to eat very little, not even drinking much water.

The dry lips were peeled, and they would crack after a few words, and the oozing blood irritated Xiao Yang's fragile nerves with a fishy smell.

Lang Zhongming also felt his masochistic resistance, and sneered in his heart, thinking that this person would really ask for trouble.

In the end, Lang Zhongming was just using some excuses to humiliate him, and he didn't torture him that much.Xiao Yang was so ignorant of good and bad, he came up with a good idea to beat this person's stubborn temper.

That night, a cocktail party gathered by various business circles was held in the most respectable venue in C City.

Lang Zhongming, as the actual person in charge of Hongsheng, brought Xiao Yang along to participate.

During the banquet, there was a forest of delicious wines, and Lang Zhongming poured every kind of wine into Xiao Yang's mouth with the pretext of "a rare product, don't miss the opportunity" until his belly swelled slightly.

Xiao Yang drank more than ten kinds of different wines, and his vision gradually became blurred.

Lang Zhongming brought him back to the car with a smile on his face.

"You're drunk, wait for me in the car."

Lang Zhongming was about to leave, but Xiao Yang suddenly understood the man's vicious intentions in a burst of urination like electricity, and hurriedly grabbed the sleeves that were about to evacuate.

He couldn't make a sound for a moment, he could only pant and beg for mercy with his eyes.

Lang Zhongming smiled warmly, but his eyes were burning with fire: "Don't make trouble, I have to talk to Mr. Zhou, I'll turn on the heat for you, you sleep, and wait for me to come back."

As he spoke, Lang Zhongming turned on the air conditioner in the car, closed and locked the door, and turned to leave.

Xiao Yang watched Lang Zhongming's tall and straight back leave with foggy eyes, and tasted the bitter taste of bile in his dry throat that could not speak.

He saw Lang Zhongming meet the daughter of an unknown family at the gate, both of them were the pride of heaven, standing together and talking and laughing made them even more attractive.

The appearance of Qin Linlin more than ten years ago emerged, Xiao Yang finally couldn't bear it, raised his head and wept silently.

At that time, Lang Zhongming was not even an adult, so he could kill a young girl casually.

Now, Mr. Lang, who has been in the pool of social fame and fortune for many years, can naturally take his life casually.

The swelling pain hit, and the wave was stronger than the wave.

Xiao Yang looked out the window, and Lang Zhongming picked up several other gentlemen in suits and leather shoes, and together surrounded the well-dressed girl, they entered the room.

They look like they're going to sit down and bond.

Xiao Yang thought in a daze that he would probably suffocate to death here.

What a ridiculous way to die, even... after death, maybe it will become a laughing stock in the sensual arena: there is such a thing that is full of desire to climb onto Mr. Lang's bed, and suffocates himself to death with props...

At this time, Xiao Yang suddenly lost all obsessions.

The death of his parents... the stable life he longed for... the work he has studied for a long time...

Nothing matters anymore...

He doesn't want to ask for anything, doesn't want to know...

As long as I can die...

As long as he is dead, there will be no more pain...