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The click of the gun means that Ji Shen's anger has reached an unprecedented peak. An Yang calmed down, quickly weighed in his heart, smiled slightly, and the dagger fell to the ground with a slap, and the splashed muddy water stained his snow-white suit trousers. He raised his hands in a sign of surrender.

When the muzzle of Hei Dongdong's gun deviated slightly, An Yang's black eyes narrowed, suddenly attacking him.

He held the body of the gun with both hands, and lifted it upwards. Ji Shen knew the wolf's cunning habits, and did not relax his vigilance against his weakness just now. He twisted his arm that came to the door, turned around and held back the person who tried to resist, and kicked Kick towards the knee.

His knees slammed into the water, and the water splashed everywhere. Like a prisoner, An Yang knelt on one knee with his arms pinned behind him. Ji Shen fought back, and the gun was neatly inserted back into the holster around his waist.

"An Yang, don't touch the people around me again, this is the last warning." Ji Shen leaned close to the struggling man's ear and said coldly and harshly.

Song Nai watched a blockbuster action movie in the rain, and was completely stunned. It wasn't until Ji Shen hugged him into his arms that he came back to his senses. Turning his head, he saw An Yang clutching his sprained chest in embarrassment from his shoulder. Arms, eyes looking over reluctantly.

The air pressure in the car was terribly low, Song Nai was shivering from the cold, and called out "Mr. Ji" weakly, but Ji Shen just sat upright, dripping all over his body, staring straight ahead, the back molars A muscle protruded very obviously, Song Nai shrunk to no smaller size in his wet windbreaker, shut his mouth tightly and dared not speak anymore.

Back home, Song Le fell asleep crying, curled up on the sofa, reminding Song Nai how incompetent his brother is.

Song Nai followed the man guiltily, watching him carry the child into the bed in the children's room, tuck in the quilt, and the bruised arm was grabbed again, causing the man to stumble and drag him into the bathroom.

The bathroom light above his head was flicked on, like expelling a cat or a dog, Song Nai was roughly pushed into the bathtub, his legs hit the edge, and his eyes were red with pain.

"Lie down."

The overlapping belts raised his chin, Song Nai was in tears, Ji Shen's cold air and coercion made him unable to do so, he tremblingly supported the cold and smooth bottom of the tank, Ji Shen pinched his nose and Looking at the medical waste, wearing gloves, he pulled away An Yang's jacket and threw it aside, his brows were full of gloomy disgust.

"Mr. Ji, I'm so cold..." The wet skirt clings to her body without gaps, Song Nai looks at him mournfully through her messy hair, begging him to let her go.

He didn't know that the begging look with tears in his eyes was just adding fuel to the fire, turning the anger sour and breeding desire.

The beauty of masculinity and femininity are strangely fused on his body, with a face full of makeup, indistinguishable between male and female, coquettish and youthful.

Ji Shen's face was covered with a layer of ice, Song Nai saw him walking in calmly with the shower, a little scared, but he was clearly ordered not to move and not to speak, so only drops of helpless hot beads trickled down one after another over his face.

"Mr. Ji..."

"To shut up."

Song Nai, who had never been yelled at like this before, trembled, his rabbit ears drooped in panic, he got up and shrank into the corner of the bathtub, his trembling revealed a crescent hairpin instead.

An Yang, it's An Yang again.

When he was busy running around, Song Nai actually got involved with him.

Goosebumps crawled down his arms. At this moment, the cleanliness obsession was magnified to the point of unbearable, and Song Nai's chin was raised. Under his terrified and trembling gaze, the shower sprayed water and poured it on.

The cold water rushed into the nose and eyes, Song Nai struggled subconsciously, coughing, begging for mercy, but the water didn't stop, a big hand was still rubbing his lips relentlessly, it was kissed by An Yang Passed, dirty place.

"Um-"

"Mr. Ji! Cough, don't..."

The blue and white lips were rubbed until they were numb, red, and then flimsy and bloodshot. This process should be painful, but Song Nai gradually couldn't feel it. His heart was broken into pieces. He heard the man gently He spat out disgusted words, "It's so dirty."

"I'm not dirty..."

Big drops of tears fell down, scorching the man's evil hands.

Song Nai was so wronged that he didn't know where to start.

The dazzling bright red made Ji Shen pause. He let go of the hand holding his lips, grabbed the slender wrist hanging aside, and muttered nervously, "This place has also been touched..."

The thunder rumbled, and the rain did not stop at all, constantly beating the man's precarious nerves.

The foundation was washed away by the continuous nozzles, and Song Nai's face became mottled. He lay lifeless in the bathtub filled with ice water, his eyes were slack, and he let the man ravage every inch of his skin with a terrifying degree of care. .

That beautiful skirt was torn to pieces, the moonlight became the dirty mud of the sunken pond, and there was still a little bit of rags hanging on Chi Cheng's body, Song Nai shivered from the cold, and felt extremely hot at the same time.

The face, arms, fingers, feet, even hair, were washed one by one. The night wind mixed with raindrops came in through the blinds, blowing out the anger in the golden eyes, and the movements became lighter, but he didn't stop. Not clean enough to satisfy him.

Until the whole bottle of body wash was used up, my whole body was as red as boiled shrimp, and there were two false eyelashes floating in the bathtub.The appalling body was finally hugged, Song Nai's soul was hanging in the air, watching the man put him on the bed, and then he was well-dressed and forcibly occupied him.

——Even though he was still very angry, Dr. Ji, who has engraved strictness into the dictionary of his life, still did not forget to lubricate and prevent pregnancy.

But Song Nai didn't cooperate.

He kept struggling, like a fish struggling to survive on a chopping board, crying, kicking him, hitting him, biting him, which aroused Ji Shen's deeper anger.

He couldn't forget the way he smiled happily at An Yang, this feeling of twisting his heart into a ball, maybe it was jealousy.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

But no matter how pitifully Song Nai was crying, Ji Shen would not let him go, and he used even more force, and the crackling noise even overwhelmed the sound of the rain at night.

The disparity in size and strength made it impossible for Song Nai to escape the fate of being wiped out. Under the excessive fear and tension, except for the pain and blood, he did not leave any good impression of this matter.

In the middle of the night, Song Nai was so tired that he fell asleep and fell unconscious. He developed a fever after a while.

Song Nai was in a daze from the fever, and couldn't sleep well. Suddenly, he saw the man pursing his lips and changing the towel on his forehead, and the wall clock pointed to four o'clock in the morning.

In sight, the man's lips were too white, and a blood-stained bandage was wrapped around his naked waist.

"...Do you know how dangerous An Yang is?"

Song Nai heard his deep, imperceptible sighing voice in his ears, opened his mouth to speak, but he had no strength at all, his whole body was sore as if he had been run over by a car, his eyelids loosened, and his consciousness fell into a trance again. In a mass of dark paste.