not a decent stand-in

Zuo Tong looked indifferent, picked up a Chinese stick with his slender fingers, and lit it.

"Since you're here, don't talk so much nonsense, I'm not in the mood to chat with you today..."

He got up and walked in front of Xiang Yindong, put his hand around his neck, stared at him for a while, and suddenly laughed, "I always thought that your eyes are not like his... But today, even your eyes are fucking straight It's like... Am I in a daze?"

The two were about the same height, Zuo Tong leaned forward, and their bodies were almost stuck together.

Xiang Yindong's whole body was stiff, and he didn't know how to react for a while.

From childhood to adulthood, they laughed and played and hugged each other countless times, and they never lacked in close physical contact.

But there was no posture like this one that made him feel clearly——the attack power in the opponent's body.

Zuo Tong's face was close at hand, his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, but what he said shocked him.

"Didn't you come to my door to fuck me? Why don't you take off your clothes?"

As soon as these words came out, Xiang Yindong lost his temper.

Pulling away the person hanging on the body, the voice seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth: "Are you fucking crazy?"

It's a pity that Zuo Tong didn't respond to his anger, and made a booing gesture with a smile.

The smell of alcohol sprayed on Xiang Yindong's face, making him dizzy.

At the moment when he was stunned, his body was suddenly overwhelmed by a force, and he fell heavily on the sofa.

Zuo Tong knelt between his legs on one knee, reached out and grabbed his chin firmly, and firmly fixed him on the back of the sofa.

The tone was cold: "With your ribs, do you still want to suppress me?"

Xiang Yindong struggled to get up, but Wei Tianhan's body was indeed full of ribs, and he had just recovered from a serious illness, so how could he have any strength.

"Zuo Tong!" He stared angrily at the other person's face, and shouted, "You fucking let me go! Do you know who I am?"

"Why, want to bargain again?" Zuo Tong narrowed his eyes, and increased the strength in his hand, "Who do you think you are? If it weren't for this face, who the hell would let you sell it for [-]?"

Xiang Yindong was furious, but at this moment Zuo Tong's strength was astonishing, no matter how much he resisted, he couldn't break free from the shackles.

"Fuck, you fucking..."

Just about to start scolding, Zuo Tong suddenly frowned, leaned over and pressed down, and blocked his mouth roughly and directly.

The wet and cold touch on his lips instantly broke his tense nerves completely, crackling and whipping back and forth in his mind.

Zuo Tong pinched his chin, forcing him to open his mouth, and took the opportunity to slip his tongue in.

The strong and intrusive smell of tobacco, with a pure masculine dominance, made Xiang Yindong's blood rush to his head, and he couldn't breathe smoothly at all.

The extremely possessive attack quickly made the tip of his tongue ache, he tasted a faint smell of blood in his mouth, his body gradually lost strength, and he collapsed on the sofa.

Zuo Tong was obviously very satisfied with his reaction, and slowly relaxed the strength in his hand, but his lips and tongue did not retreat at all, and continued to wreak havoc in his mouth.

It wasn't until the two people's breath became hotter and hotter that their bodies were about to burn in the rubbing against each other, then they let him go as if nothing had happened.

Xiang Yindong struggled to raise his head, at that moment, an instinctive fear suddenly hit his heart.

Zuo Tong's bloodshot eyes, like a beast in the dark night, shone with a dangerous light.

He took two steps back, put the cigarette in his mouth again, stretched out his hand to untie his belt, and hooked his hand at the person who was limp on the sofa.

The originally sloppy movements were performed by him, but they carried a kind of natural elegance.

Although his next words made Xiang Yindong hate this damn elegance.

"Then let's start, use your mouth first..."

Xiang Yindong's head was buzzing. At this moment, his spiritual shock was no less than experiencing a death and rebirth.

Zuo Tong actually looked at his face... Have a sexual impulse?

Of course he knew what this meant. If the other party didn't hate him, then it must be...

Thinking of another possibility, he couldn't look at that handsome face any more, so he suddenly jumped up from the sofa and punched it.

The person in front of him was defenseless and fell to the carpet with a thud.

Xiang Yindong didn't let go of his anger, rushed over to lift his clothes, and punched him hard on the other side of the face.

Zuo Tong lay on his back on the carpet, his body gradually curled up in pain, but he didn't make any resistance.

After Xiang Yindong punched a few times as if venting, his raised fist was suspended in the air and did not fall again.

The people on the ground looked in a trance, obviously very drunk.

His brows were tangled, the corners of his eyes were moist, and he was muttering something.

He leaned down and heard a choked whisper: "Xiang Yindong, you fucking bastard, don't let me find you..."

At that moment, like being struck by lightning, he jumped up, turned around and rushed out of the box door.

Fleeing in the afternoon sun of the imperial capital...

Coming out of "7th Heaven", Xiang Yindong ran wildly all the way until he was exhausted, and then fell down on the lawn by the side of the road, panting heavily.

For a long time after that, his mind was blank.

Don't know what to do, don't know where to go.

He wandered aimlessly on the streets of the capital until the sun was about to set before he boarded the bus back to T city.

The afterglow of the setting sun is gradually fading, and the twilight is all around, and a few stars can't wait to shine in the sky.

Xiang Yindong leaned against the car window, staring blankly at the lights and shadows passing by outside the window.

Who said that reliving a life is a business that only makes money but does not lose money?

You know, any business has risks.

That guy Zuo Tong actually wanted to fuck him all the time?

Xiang Yindong felt that there must be nothing more fucked up than this in the world!

He made many excuses along the way, trying to take Zuo Tong's actions as a prank.

In the end, I found that I couldn't lie to myself at all.

Because, at that moment, he clearly saw in that guy's crazy eyes the despair that he hadn't understood for years.

In the evening, the lights of T City are just lit up, and the bustling streets are filled with pedestrians.

Xiang Yindong dragged his tired body and knocked on the door of the house.

Fu Xueqin had just prepared a table of meals, and when she saw him, she asked anxiously: "Xiao Han, where have you been? Mom doesn't answer your calls..."

Xiang Yindong was a little embarrassed.

When he went out in the morning, he thought he would never come back here again.

But who knows, the world is unpredictable...

He made a perfunctory gesture with his phone running out of battery, and Fu Xueqin immediately smiled and went back to the kitchen to get busy.

Xiang Yindong walked over unknowingly, and asked, "Um...do you need help?"

"No, no, wash your hands, and dinner will be served soon!"

Fu Xueqin was full of surprises, and brought out a large plate of marinated chicken feet and put them on the dining table, and said with a smile, "And this, your favorite!"

Xiang Yindong looked at the plate of chicken feet, and shivered unconsciously.

He had the shadow of birds in his childhood, hated creatures with claws the most, and never ate chicken feet, but he still smiled at Fu Xueqin's kindness.

At the dinner table, Fu Xueqin babbled about family issues, Xiang Yindong listened silently, but his thoughts flew far away.

Halfway through eating, there was a sudden knock on the door, which interrupted his distraction.

Fu Xueqin was terrified, and asked in horror, "Who is it?"

The people outside didn't answer, they still smashed the anti-theft door desperately.

Xiang Yindong frowned and motioned for her to hide in the room first, then he picked up the broom and walked over to open the door.

At this moment, outside the rusty anti-theft door, there were two strong men standing, one shirtless and the other with yellow hair.

Seeing him, the yellow-haired man clicked his tongue twice, and said with a smile: "Hey, you kid is finally willing to show up? Do you really think you can hide past the first day of junior high school, and past the fifteenth day?"

The shirtless man held an iron rod in his hand, pointed at his nose and shouted sharply: "Boy! It's only right and proper to pay back the debt!"

Xiang Yindong is not someone who has never seen the world, and he saw at a glance that they were just bluffing, and he was relieved immediately.

He put the broom aside, dusted the dust off his hands, and asked calmly, "How much do you owe?"

The yellow hair snorted lightly: "Not much, your father's 11 gambling debts, you owe Brother Shui [-], a total of [-]!"

Xiang Yindong didn't want to take care of the foolish debt casually, so he raised his eyebrows: "The drunkard owes you money, you can go to him, when did I owe brother Shui sixty thousand?"

These words were originally just his question, but to the ears of the two people outside the door, they were quite provocative.

"Boy, aren't you just a duck? How dare you sleep with Brother Shui's woman! Don't be so fucking shameless!"

"Sixty thousand is considered cheap for you, believe it or not, we will take off your arm!"

Xiang Yindong was a little speechless, but this Wei Tianhan is not taboo between men and women.

The two punks seemed to be full of confidence, and they kept gesticulating outside the door, but they never dared to break in.

The neighbors next door poked their heads out to look around, but they all yelled back viciously.

"How much does he owe you?"

In the chaos, a deep voice suddenly came, with a cool tone, carrying a kind of arrogance that cannot be ignored.

The two debtors turned their heads, and saw two men in extraordinary clothes standing at the top of the stairs, followed by a group of strong bodyguards, their aura was somewhat frightening.

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man in his fifties, wearing a famous brand and wearing a pair of rimless glasses, looking quite refined.

"Who the hell are you?" The strong man looked dissatisfied.

The middle-aged man frowned, took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose, with a displeased expression.

The other young man pulled out a cold smile and said sinisterly: "Knowing too much is not good for you..."

Huang Mao still has a little sharp eyesight, and quickly accompanied him with a smiling face: "We are also following orders. Since there are noble people to help, then no more, no less... 12, let's take the money and leave, you can talk slowly?"

The middle-aged man waved his hand, and the bodyguard immediately took out twelve stacks of banknotes from the suitcase and stuffed them directly into their hands.

The two gangsters held the banknotes and looked at each other, but the young man snorted coldly: "Why are you still standing there, waiting for dinner?"

The two glanced at the anti-theft door, saw that Xiang Yindong's expression was normal, and did not intend to expose them, so they went downstairs with the money in their hands in ecstasy.

A farce came suddenly, but ended hastily like this.

Xiang Yindong remained silent all this time, with his hands folded around his chest, he watched what happened before him.

He is no stranger to the two uninvited guests outside the door, and he is even very familiar with them - Xiang Huai'en, the son of Xiang's parents, who is his uncle, and Shen Bin, Xiang Huai'en's son-in-law.

It was supposed to be a touching scene of the reunion of relatives, but because of the changed identities of each other, it seemed to be undercurrent.

He clenched his hands into fists, but maintained his composure on the surface, showing no excess emotion.

Xiang Huai'en looked at him through the anti-theft door, his eyes were full of surprise, inquiry, and sharp scrutiny.

It took a long time before he showed a friendly smile and asked, "Mr. Wei, don't you invite us to sit in?"