If you can't play bad, you will be suppressed

Pressing onto Lan Yi's body, she hugged him and walked towards the door without looking back.

Regarding Hei Yao, he was also really scared. In fact, he understood what Mo Ling said just now. He knew that he could not play with others, so it is better to draw a clear line as soon as possible. The most important thing is to protect oneself wisely. In fact, Hei Yao did not think about it carefully. Nothing special, that is, a better figure, a better face, a little more money, better bed skills, a little more stamina, and some parts are just a little bit bigger, except for these, there is nothing else.

He wasn't picky eaters, and he didn't have any concept of chastity. One day, when he couldn't eat sea cucumber and abalone, he could fill his stomach with some vegetables and radishes. Although it might be difficult to accept at the beginning, it will be fine once you get used to it...

Just like this, I spent several days in a daze, enduring the grief of losing my love, but I didn't expect that when I thought I was about to walk out of this shadow, there was another problem with Lan Yi.

He has always been clear about the matter between Mo Ling and Lan Yi. He and Mo Ling grew up wearing the same pair of pants, and they are well aware of this man's domineering and awkward temperament, and he also knows that he has done a lot of excessive things to Lan Yi. It is natural to persuade for friends, but how can the temper of the eldest and young master be changed by a sentence or two of persuasion.He also knew that Mo Ling actually liked Lan Yi, but he was stubborn and self-conscious and refused to admit it easily, and finally did something crueler than others...

Looking at the bruised Lan Yi in the car, Ding Yiluo was obviously at a loss,

At noon, Mo Ling's girlfriend came to him suddenly, and gave him the key of Mo Ling's house without saying a word, saying that Lan Yi had something important to look for him. He also collapsed naked in the bathroom of the room, his face was covered with blood, his body was covered with livid pinch marks and bite marks, and the mess between his legs showed what kind of thing he had just done on this skinny boy. Crude brutality.

Without even thinking about it, he pulled the blanket from the bedroom, wrapped the weak Lan Yi tightly in a panic, and roughly wiped the blood on his face, only to find that the injury on Lan Yi's face was serious, and the blood kept flowing out I think it's better to go to the hospital as soon as possible.

He changed his clothes clumsily, then picked him up by the waist and walked out the door. The person in his arms was so light and frightening, and his bruised and pitiful appearance was heart-wrenching.

Seeing Lan Yi still resisting, he sighed helplessly, "You really want to leave, right? I will help you, but you have to see a doctor now."

Lan Yi didn't even have the strength to cry, but she was so grateful to hear Ding Yiluo say that.

The doctor carefully bandaged the wound on Lan Yi's face, but he refused to let the doctor examine the wound on his body. Ding Yiluo had no choice but to ask the doctor for some anti-swelling and pain-relieving medicine, and took Lan Yi with him. left the hospital.

Lan Yi, who was being supported, was in severe pain between his legs. By the time he gritted his teeth and moved to Ding Yiluo's car parked in the parking lot, he was already sweating profusely. Lan Yi was like this, he didn't drive, but carefully turned on the highest-grade air conditioner, which made Lan Yi feel a little better.

Turning his head to look at Lan Yi, who was covered with gauze, his small face was terribly bruised, but Mo Ling made him into this appearance, which is inseparable from the jokes he made in front of Mo Ling before. If he hadn't said that Lan Yi was working in KTV at the beginning, or hadn't shown his interest in Lan Yi in front of the possessive Mo Ling, maybe Mo Ling still wouldn't even look at Lan Yi now.

Thinking back to seeing Lan Yi dying in the bathroom with messy clothes just now, I feel even more remorseful and want to hang myself.

"Ding, Ding Yiluo...if you find it difficult, just put me down here," Lan Yi saw that Ding Yiluo was sitting in the driver's seat, frowning all the time with a bad expression on his face, and naturally thought that he regretted taking After helping him, I couldn't help asking tremblingly, "But please, no, don't send me back..."

Hearing Lan Yi's request, Ding Yiluo couldn't help feeling sad, "What nonsense are you talking about? I did this for Mo Ling. It's really too much for him to do this. I can't see him continue to make such mistakes. and since I promised you, I won't go back on my word."

That is to say, but his recent situation is not very good. Since he confessed to his family that he came out of the closet, the Ding family has almost severed ties with him, and everyone outside knows that when he comes out at this time, he has obviously given up on the Ding family. Inheritance rights, in this kind of high society, the most indispensable thing is money. For such a second son of the Ding family who has no power, although he is polite on the surface, he is more or less underestimated behind the scenes, and he has already begun to slowly take over the Mo family. Compared with the group's only son, Mo Ling, he has no chance of winning now, and the nobles often have close ties, and he and Mo Ling grew up in the same circle, and almost everyone he knows Mo Ling Familiar with each other, it is not that simple to find a background with status.

After thinking about it, he finally narrowed his slender phoenix eyes and gave Lan Yi a reassuring smile. It seems that he has to find that man again...

Turning the steering wheel quickly, the high-performance car quickly turned a corner and drove in the opposite direction.

Soon he arrived at the villa where Hei Yao lived. He knew that he was handsome and sarcastic some time ago and dumped him, and now he was going to beg him again. For a thick-skinned master like Ding Yiluo, he felt a little embarrassed. He could go to Beg anyone, but just don't want to give in to this person at this time.

But is there any other better way besides this?No more, even if he went home to beg his father, he would probably be thrown out of the house before he even said a word, compared to Hei Yao's chances of winning here are a little higher.

Taking a deep breath, Ding Yiluo unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. He pressed the doorbell, briefly expressed his intention to the housekeeper who came to see the door, and was let in.

As a result, the two of them waited in the living room for more than an hour. Gradually, Ding Yiluo lost his mind, wondering if Hei Yao didn't want to help, or refused to even see him. 1 minute is suffering.

Turning his head impatiently, he found that Lan Yi was not in good condition either. Although the gauze covered almost half of his cheeks, half of his face was also swollen and shiny, which was a bit horrible, and the sickly blush revealed on his skin was also very obvious .

He raised his hand to caress Fu Lanyi's forehead, and the touch was really hot, "My God,! You have a terrible fever, I'd better take you back to the hospital first...I really shouldn't have brought you here..."

"No..." Lan Yi raised his hand and pulled Ding Yiluo's hand off his forehead, "You are already helping me, how can I let you come alone..."

"You...it really hurts. If I were Mo Ling, how could I be willing to hurt you..."

Ding Yiluo habitually narrowed his eyes and smiled, raised his other hand and lovingly rubbed Lan Yi's soft hair.

Lan also looked back gratefully.

"Heh... Did I disturb the two of you?"

The familiar voice full of magnetic charm suddenly sounded from above, Ding Yiluo was startled, and instinctively turned his head to look in the direction of the voice, and saw Hei Yao who appeared at some time, standing in the aisle on the second floor, as if He looked down at the two of them with a smile that wasn't a smile.

At this time, Hei Yao was only wearing a black bath towel, exposing a large chest and strong muscles. At a glance, anyone with a discerning eye would probably know what he was doing just now.

Ding Yiluo tried his best to ignore the sour feeling in his heart, cursing Hei Yao as a "stallion" in his heart.

Feeling Lan Yi tensely tightening his body, he moved in front of Lan Yi calmly, blocking Hei Yao's sight, "I thought you were dead on the bed!"

"Thanks to you, I'm living a very happy life, if you didn't disturb me..." The man raised his hand and rubbed his neck, then walked down the stairs slowly.

"You, please do me a favor. If it can be done, I owe you a big favor..." Trying to pretend nothing happened, Ding Yiluo said in embarrassment, but under Heiyao's interested eyes Zhong's ears turned red with embarrassment.

"Oh?" Hei Yao raised his eyebrows, sat on the single sofa beside him, tilted his head slightly, "Is it related to the person behind you? He seems to have caused trouble."

"Hmm..." Ding Yiluo glanced at Hei Yao, and said hesitantly, "Mo Ling..."

"Mo Ling? Mo Zheng's son?"

"Um……"

Hei Yao in front of him stopped sipping tea, raised his head and gave him a meaningful look, "That seems to be a big trouble..."

"That's why I came to ask you for help..." Ding Yiluo lowered his head slightly, and glanced at it, afraid of seeing Hei Yao's mocking gaze.

How beautiful he was in the toilet a few days ago, if I knew it, I wouldn't be so arrogant... At least now when I ask for help, the atmosphere will not be so embarrassing, but anyone who is abandoned by his lover when his life is at stake They would all be sad... At that time, when he said that to Hei Yao in the toilet, it wasn't because Ding Yiluo gave up because of being sad, but because he, who has always had a weak head in the face of love, could detect that Hei Yao was in love with him. His indifferent attitude, his heart was made of stone, he didn't know how long it would take to warm up that stone heart, for the first time he lost his confidence, and also became discouraged...

"The second young master of the Ding family will also ask for help? It's not like your style..." Hei Yao put down his teacup, got up and approached them, and slowly bent down, "This boy is so important to you? help?"

As the familiar breath approached, Ding Yiluo felt a little sweat on his back, but he still tried to lower his body, "So