lip gun

With a bang, the vase shattered.But the floor-to-ceiling windows are strong and intact.Xing Ming picked up his chair again and threw it at the shiny glass.He smashed it a second time without breaking it. He vented desperately, completely reckless, as if he was completely occupied by a mixture of disgust and hatred, resentment and grievance.

For a while, he choked, choked, and endured, choking until his chest felt tight and his heart ached, and every inch of his skin was covered with incisions and dripping with blood like his palm.He urgently needs a break to dispel this emotion, otherwise it will be like a river embankment when the flood season comes, and it will collapse for thousands of miles.

General auditory hallucinations.As the chair slams against the glass with a loud bang, multiple voices are suddenly awakened from the depths of his memory - voices that his entire adolescence has been associated with, someone whispering behind his back, someone pointing his nose at him and calling him the son of a rapist, When he sees his mother, he will make a strange sound in his heart, and his mother often sighs because of it...

Those voices, they rang together.

Phoebe had never heard such a terrible movement in this luxurious and lifeless house. She rushed over from the nanny's room and was dumbfounded when she saw the scene in front of her. Do not call the police.

Yu Zhongye looked at Xing Ming who was still acting wild, and dismissed his domestic servant in a flat tone, it's none of your business here.

With a bang, as Phoebe exited the door, glass shards splashed everywhere, and the floor-to-ceiling windows finally shattered.Xing Ming threw away the chair in his hand, looked at the mess on the ground, panting.

"Okay." Yu Zhongye walked up, reached out and stroked the hair on Xing Ming's head, and softly comforted him, "Ming Ming, it's done."

Xing Ming froze, Yu Zhongye wanted to pull him into his arms, but the other party suddenly struggled and resisted, turning back and punching him.

Xing Ming's fist landed on Yu Zhongye's body, and Yu Zhongye was also unceremonious, pouring his whole body weight on him.They are like two beasts, hugging each other and rolling on the broken glass, biting each other, tearing each other, fighting to the death.

After a while, Xing Ming lost the wind, and was completely subdued without any resistance.Yu Zhongye pinched Xing Ming's neck, and pressed his face sideways on a pile of glass shards.The shirts on their upper bodies were all torn, and their half-naked bodies were covered with bloodstains, and some glass shards had been embedded in their flesh. Fortunately, most of them were obtuse angles, which were only embedded on the surface but not penetrated into the depths. Heal without being disfigured.

This man is very gentle when he is gentle, like a hunter's trap or a man's pre-marital vows, people will fall into it unconsciously.But this man is a different person when he is rough.Of course, Xing Ming has been taught.He tried to escape with the last remaining strength, but found that he couldn't move at all.Yu Zhongye was too aggressive.

Yu Zhongye was still strangling Xing Ming's neck tightly.His chest heaved violently, and his breathing was obviously chaotic.But he was eerily silent.His breath was like a cluster of small fires licking the skin on Xing Ming's neck, his eyes were strangely calm and bloodshot, and the eyes seemed to say that one of them must die today.

Xing Ming was really frightened.

On the verge of dying, Xing Ming struggled to touch a piece of broken glass, and without thinking, he stabbed at Yu Zhongye - he didn't intend to hurt him, but just wanted to scare him and take the opportunity to escape, he couldn't stand being stared at like this, Feel like a sheep in the jaws of a tiger.

But Yu Zhongye didn't have the slightest intention to move away, the pointed glass just pierced his palm, and he grabbed it again.

The broken glass was pulled out and thrown aside, blood trickled down the long, white fingers, and some splashed on Xing Ming's face.

Yu Zhongye still looked at him condescendingly, without saying a word.

Xing Ming's altar was already dark.First he attacked wildly, and then he resisted desperately, like a martial arts character who uses the weak to fight the strong, exhausting his last breath of true energy.exhausted.

The fish died and the net broke.When I smashed the glass just now, I only had such a thought, but when it really came to this, some messy considerations rushed over all at once.

Should I take advantage of the rumors of "resignation wave" and make a resignation?Will East Asia accept him?What about Shangshi?Or he has to make another plan, because he is afraid of the status of the director of the Pearl TV station, other TV media should not tolerate him.The paper media has already declined, maybe the self-media is a way out?But he doesn't care about marketing hype, he didn't apply for a public account, he didn't bother to add V on Weibo, he didn't have three or five hairs in a year, and the number of fans was not as good as Ruan Ning, who often took photos and cut videos.

Xing Ming closed his eyes and opened them again, thinking of Xing Hong who died beside the prison bedpan, tears welled up in his eyes.

Some roads cannot be turned back once set foot on.He's been stuck in this dirty, messy bureau since the beginning.If he wanted to break the game, he had to put all his eggs in the air of Master Yu's demeanor, so that he wouldn't miss the joy of the past and kill them all.

His journalism ideal has not been extinguished, and he still wants to continue working in this industry. Xing Ming wanted to understand this, and began to beg for mercy: "Teacher Yu, I admire and respect you... just let me go."

It seems that Xiaozhi is using emotion to reason, but in fact he is confusing. He tries to convince the other party that there are thousands of beautiful boys in the world, and the most beautiful ones are in the Pearl Terrace. Soon, they have just graduated The intern anchors will flock here, and there are always some among them who want to take a shortcut, eagerly looking forward to climbing the dragon bed...

Yu Zhongye raised his bloody finger, put it on Xing Ming's lips, and let out a soft "shh".A large drop of blood seeped in along the crack of the lips and spread on the tip of the tongue, it was fishy and sweet.

Yu Zhongye stroked Xing Ming's face with that bloody hand, starting from the center of his eyebrows, and his fingertips gently slid down from top to bottom.Sliding over the bridge of the nose and lips, over the throat and collarbone, over the chest and lower abdomen.

He paints on him.The painting is still a horse.The last time I used pen and ink, this time I used blood with my hands.

After being touched a few times like this, Xing Ming felt dizzy, and his heart began to beat like a disease.He can't take it.Yu Zhongye only moved his fingers, and he didn't deliberately tease him, but his whole body was hot, itchy and numb, as uncomfortable as smoke.

The heart is still resisting, but the body can't wait to disarm.

Xing Ming found to his great dismay that his body longed to be close to this man more than he imagined.

Yu Zhongye knelt on the ground halfway, pulled Xing Ming up, supported the back of his head with one hand, and hugged him in his arms.Xing Ming had no place to rest his hands, and sat with his legs split on Yu Zhongye's leaning forward thigh, his scrotum, anus and protruding strong muscles rubbed against each other, only a thin layer of cloth was separated.He knew that Yu Zhongye still wanted him, but he didn't know whether he should obey or resist.

As if performing a mysterious ritual, the two wounded men hugged each other silently for a while.Yu Zhongye finally spoke.

Lips close to ears, one word in a concise and concise manner, get out.

Xing Ming let out a sigh of relief, put on his torn shirt and wrinkled trousers, and stumbled out.