Correct posture of masochism [system]

Jiang Yu raised his other hand to stroke his hair and scratch hard, he needs to calm down.

When did it start that he shared the bed with this man, shoulder to shoulder and head to head?

The curled up body of the man in his arms moved, he stretched out an arm and wrapped it around Jiang Yu's neck, followed by his legs, and the nightgown loosened, revealing a bit of his thick chest.

Jiang Yu glanced through the gap in the nightgown, and there was a small part of the bulging part of the black boxer pants that was darker than the surrounding area, probably caused by the sleeping position, and there was a clear shape stretched out there, which was amazing.

Jiang Yu felt panicked when he looked at it.

He pushed the hand around his neck away, "Hey, wake up."

The man made an unpleasant sound of being disturbed, he slowly woke up, a pair of dark eyes opened, from confusion to clarity, and then obvious defense.

After seeing everything in front of him, he quickly retracted his arms and legs, lowered his head and straightened his nightgown.

Jiang Yu propped his head on one hand, his interested gaze wandered over his face, "Good morning."

Zhang Shi frowned.

"He said he was not interested in men, so he climbed into my bed in the middle of the night." Jiang Yu stretched out his hand to hook his chin, rubbing his thumb lightly.Sha, sighed playfully, "You will trouble me a lot."

Zhang Shi was silent for a while, "...I think you misunderstood."

Jiang Yu rubbed his knee against his leg.Hard between."Is this a misunderstanding?"

Zhang Shi suddenly stretched out his hand to clamp Jiang Yu's throat. Jiang Yu had already made an avoidance posture in his mind, but his health was too poor, so he was a step late and fell into danger.

The thumb and forefinger clasping the neck are as firm as iron clamps.Strong and powerful, as if the blood vessels would be broken at any time, Jiang Yu's eyes burst into a wave of rage, and his fist aimed at Zhang Shi's jaw from bottom to top.

This fist was hard, and Zhang Shi's mouth immediately smelled fishy. He firmly held down the fiercely struggling person under him, and his face was covered with a layer of hostility.

The powerful force pressing on his chest made Jiang Yu short of breath. The owner of this body has been cultivating immortals all the year round, and in the end he has made himself weak.chicken.

In the quiet space, the two looked at each other, and there was a strange heat in the dry air, which came from the hot and humid breath of each other.

Zhang Shi tilted his head, his lips were drawn into a sharp straight line, deep shadows fell between his frowns, and his deep voice was full of danger, "This is not an example."

"Are you threatening me?" Jiang Yu suddenly grabbed Zhang Shi's hair and pulled, their faces suddenly drew closer, their noses almost touching.

Zhang Shi's muscles tensed up, probably because the distance made him uncomfortable.

"Take it away." Jiang Yu's tone was full of arrogance and disdain, "You'd better not crawl over for me tonight."

Zhang Shi withdrew his hand pinching Jiang Yu's neck, his gaze remained undiminished, he thought, let's talk about what happened at night, at worst, he would be knocked out and tied to his bed.

Thinking of this, Zhang Shi glanced at the person below him. He was honest and docile, but the look in his eyes was particularly eye-catching, as sharp as a hedgehog.

The next moment he was slightly taken aback, as if he had just realized that their limbs were entangled.How warm is Tang's posture.Ambiguously, his face tightened, and he calmly got up and got out of bed and walked towards the door.

If he hadn't forgotten to wear slippers for a while, his bare feet, his two long legs dangling under the loose nightgown, and the big brother poking upwards, he would have looked more imposing.

Looking at the back of Zhang Shi leaving, Jiang Yu touched his neck, and the two skins were still burning. If there were not too many doubts about his identity and purpose, that man would really kill him without hesitation.

A lunatic's thinking can never be figured out. Maybe he smiled at you one moment and stabbed you the next moment.

Can't help but want to smoke.Jiang Yu felt for the smoke on the bedside, but when he missed it, he shook Ling angrily.Throw away the messy quilt.

When Yang Gang came over in the morning, he saw the bruise on Zhang Shi's chin, he took a breath in surprise, and asked cautiously, "Brother Shi, did you get into the house last night?"

Zhang Shi ignored him.

"Thief" Mr. Jiang happened to come down from upstairs. Hearing this sentence, he subconsciously felt a pain in his neck.

There is breakfast on the table, including millet porridge, soy milk, egg pancakes, dried radish, crab roe buns, and two plates of refreshing side dishes. There are many styles.

Just as Jiang Yu was going to pick up crab roe buns, he heard Yang Gang's voice, "This is for Brother Shi!"

Jiang Yu turned a blind eye, "He can just eat dried radish."

Zhang Shi, who was eating dried radish, swallowed the food in his throat, bowed his head and took a sip of porridge.

"Follow me upstairs." Zhang Shi wiped his mouth with a tissue, and when he got up, he pushed the plate of crab roe buns towards Jiang Yu.

Yang Gang snorted heavily at Jiang Yu, and quickly followed Zhang Shi upstairs to the study room. He put the black suitcase in his hand on the desk and opened it, licking his lips and said excitedly, "Brother Shi, everything is here, everything is here. It's new."

Zhang Shi swept his gaze, and randomly picked up a handful of silver.hand.The gun, the cold metal texture was held in the palm of his hand, he lowered his eyes, and the sharp sound of loading resounded between his fingers.

"good."

Yang Gang laughed a few times, and moved his ten fingers quickly to assemble the parts. Not long after, a pitch-black long sniper appeared in his hand.

Jiang Yu in the hall ate most of the crab roe buns, picked up a cup of soy milk and sat on the sofa, flipping through the folded newspapers next to him.

The headline is that An Yi, an entertainer from Huaying Entertainment Company, is making a mysterious comeback after two and a half years, and plans to star in the costume drama "Qi Qing Ling".

Jiang Yu shook the newspaper straight, squinted his eyes, and An Yi came out, and things got messed up.

He read several newspapers from beginning to end, and did not mention a single word about Zhang Shi's matter. It seems that Zhang Weikun deliberately concealed it, and he was afraid that there was something to be afraid of.

Zhang Shi and Yang Gang stayed in the study for a long time. After he came out, he stood on the second floor and looked down at the person lying lazily on the sofa, his brows raised slightly.

Yang Gang behind him found the right moment and lowered his voice, "Brother Shi, that Jiang Yu is full of doubts."

Zhang Shi's eyes moved slightly, "Continue."

"He was admitted to a mental hospital when he was a child. He hasn't been in contact with the outside world for more than 20 years. He must have been very uncomfortable after he came out, but do you think he has a little discomfort?" How could a person bring you out of there." He tried many times in three years without success!

Yang Gang looked depressed, no matter how you look at it, that man is much weaker than him, which is unscientific.

Zhang Shi's eyes were vaguely filled with admiration but also guard, "He's very cunning."

Cunning, and having the opportunity to get close to this person's life, isn't that the same as a traitor from Qin?It's too dangerous to stay.

Yang Gang had an idea in his mind, the murderous look in his eyes gradually emerged, and then quickly hid.

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The Zhang family has a deep foundation, and among the few survivors of the older generation, the old sensible Zhang Dingsheng is the most withdrawn.

The loss of a son in middle age was the greatest misfortune he ever encountered in his life. After that, his whole temperament changed drastically, both eccentric and mean.

On a sunny day in August, the sun was scorching hot.

An old man in his 50s was squatting in the garden trimming the branches. When he saw someone coming, the peace on his face immediately faded away.

"I'll tell you why that kid Zhang Weikun suddenly went wrong these two days, so you came out." The old man's face was full of sneers, "Except for you, no one should make him look like a mouse meeting a cat. "

Zhang Shi's tone was cold, "Fifth Uncle."

Zhang Dingsheng put away the scissors and said in a bad tone, "Please leave, I don't welcome you here!"

He has been brooding over these years. If his son hadn't gone to the Comic Con with this person, maybe there would be no accident, he would be treated cruelly before he died, and he wouldn't even be able to see him for the last time.

He has been blocked by hatred for many years, why is it his son who died...

So when the family proposed to send this person to a mental hospital, he was the first to stand up.

Zhang Shi raised his eyes, "Uncle Wu, I have some news here, you will definitely be interested."

"I'm not interested." Zhang Dingsheng turned around and left after speaking.

Zhang Shi was still the same, "Do you know how your son died that year?"

The scar on his heart was torn open vigorously, Zhang Dingsheng's body stopped, he turned his head suddenly, his eyes were terrifying, "If it wasn't for you, Xiao'er would not have died!"

"There's no rush, you should take a look at these first." Zhang Shi opened the file bag he brought, and handed over a stack of photos.

The picture is too revealing.Bone, Zhang Dingsheng's throwing action froze when he recognized the two protagonists, and then trembled uncontrollably.

Indulge in lust.The boy in hope is the same outline as the current Zhang Weikun, only ten years younger.

His hands and feet were bound and he was being tortured.The humiliated boy was only eleven or twelve years old, and his eyes were full of horror.

Zhang Dingsheng's complexion changed drastically, his fingers holding the photo became tighter and tighter, and the veins on the back of his thin hands were bulging.

"I didn't wait for Zhang Xiao that day. I went to the Comic Expo alone." Zhang Shi said slowly, "As for how he was tied up by Zhang Weikun, you can ask Zhang Weikun."

Zhang Dingsheng's eyes were bloodshot, and in the last photo, the boy with bruises all over his body stared blankly at the ceiling.

The photos were scattered from his hands, Zhang Dingsheng stepped back and sat on the ground, holding his head and crying in grief, "No—"

"His hobby is quite special. He likes to collect these things. Not only your son, but everyone who has a relationship with him has a share. I also discovered it by accident." Zhang Shi watched the old man's pain coldly, "But your son is lucky. Not good, I can't help him play. Play."

The word Zhang Shi deliberately used successfully made Zhang Dingsheng even more excited. He put his hands in his trouser pockets, stood up straight, raised the corners of his eyes condescendingly, "If you still don't believe me, I still have a video here."

"Enough!" Zhang Dingsheng stopped with a trembling voice.

Zhang Weikun, I want you to be buried with Xiaoer!

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Zhang Shi didn't stay any longer, he turned around and left the garden, and went out along the way he came.

From a distance, he could see the man leaning his back against the wall, his head tilted slightly, the wind blowing his hair, shaking it gently in front of his forehead, his eyes were half-closed, and his lips curled up in an arc of enjoyment.

Zhang Shi's footsteps slowed down slightly.

Jiang Yu, who was basking comfortably in the sun, noticed the gaze cast on him. He turned his head, and the comfort and calmness on his face was replaced by evil, "What? Bewitched by me?"

Zhang Shi lowered his head and pressed his forehead, the beauty just now must be an illusion.