villain two

Because of the three-character scripture with profound charm, Boss Zhang fell into a bloody mold.

If the police officer considered the first time and gave a surprisingly patient and gentle prelude, then after the first time, he let go of all fears and played triumphant songs all the way, as passionate as the melody could be.

The unbelievable new route, starting from the jerky resistance of ignorance and surprise, goes up to heaven and down to hell.

The intestinal tract is moving vigorously like a piling, and the sensitive part of the prostate must have been rubbed to the point of redness, swelling and bleeding.All reason is crushed in an electric machine, and the obscene bodily fluids are squeezed out, like viscous fuel, for the boat to move non-stop, back and forth between heaven and hell, and back and forth like a piston.

Boss Zhang, who said he wanted to fuck a police officer's mother, was beaten to death by a certain police officer. In the end, he didn't even know when the handcuffs were released.

Handcuffs also lost their meaning.

At this time, even if he put a watermelon knife in Zhang Heng's hand and made Hong Liming stand still in front of him like a log, he still didn't have the strength to kill this sensualist surnamed Hong.

The process of rinsing and cleaning up something was also in a daze. I was so tired that I didn't want to open my eyes. I felt the man's arm stretched out. Dream.

Falling asleep faster than being knocked out with a stick.

This new route almost circles the earth several times in one night, and the warehouse is full of men's essence and blood and tears, so of course it needs to recuperate.Boss Zhang slept until twelve noon the next day, opened his eyes slightly, and in his blurred vision, a man appeared close at hand, staring intently at his thoughtful face.

The arm muscles that press the back of the head have good elasticity, making it quite comfortable to use as a pillow.

The man's smell is a little strange, but it smells acceptable.

The N irrelevant thoughts in Mrs. Zhang's mind floated up and down in his mind like free plankton, more like a hypnotist shaking a gold watch slowly, opened his eyes in a daze, closed them lazily after a while, and continued to catch up on sleep.

I don't know how long I slept, but I was urged to wake up by the intense hunger in my stomach.

Opening his eyes again, Zhang Heng was very dissatisfied.

The pillow was gone!

The man left without knowing when, and a cotton pillow was temporarily stuffed under the back of Zhang Heng's head.It was Zhang Heng's usual pillow, but for Zhang Heng, it suddenly became too soft, and it was far less soft and hard than a man's active muscles.

The after-effects of the "Clippers" after the whole night were revealed. If the pain alone is more bearable, the problem is that the soreness is unbearable.

Zhang Heng tried to move on the bed, frowning and baring his teeth.

The waist is sore and the legs are weak.

I didn't feel it when I didn't move at first, but now when I move, a certain unsightly place hurts severely.Zhang Heng has experienced hundreds of battles and countless injuries. He never knew that there is such a lewd pain in the world. It is like a huge hot hard object that has been stuck in it, and it is still going back and forth. It will never stop in this life. .

damn it.

damn it.

Lao Tzu's chrysanthemum was burst.

It's... so fucking bad.

Zhang Heng lay on his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling above his head, chanting and cursing the Three Character Classic.

Not too emotional.

Maybe people are like this, they will yell loudly when they fight small, but once they suffer a lot, they will become silent dogs, hiding their thoughts in their stomachs and fermenting them silently, waiting for a bud that may one day be able to emerge from the soil.

Boss Zhang didn't know if he was also waiting for a bud. Anyway, his waist was too sore and his butt hurt too much. Now if he went to find someone surnamed Hong, he would only have to be beaten to the ground and sailed several times.

The combat power has not recovered, why are you excited?Lie down and recharge your batteries!

So he just lay there, looking at the ceiling.

The decoration of the apartment is very high-end, and the ceiling is also a masterpiece of the designer. The patterns are elegant and generous, very attractive.

Zhang Heng often lay on the bed and stared at it.

When you can't sleep, stare at it.

When you wake up from a nightmare, stare at it.

On the day Zhang Ping got his doctor's certificate, Zhang Heng, the older brother, was so drunk that he leaned against the wall and went back to the apartment, thinking he would sleep until the light of day, but he suddenly woke up in the dead of night, completely drunk.

That night, he stared at the ceiling for a full three hours, thinking of the two brothers of the Zhang family, at least one of them will stand out, and his future life will be as clear and beautiful as the lines outlined on this high-end ceiling, without any shame It was a failure, and the corners of my eyes couldn't help getting wet.The ceiling in the field of vision becomes clear after being blurred, and becomes blurred after being clear.

Over the years, Zhang Heng is very familiar with these patterns on the top of his head, so familiar that he can draw exactly the same pattern with his eyes closed, without any distortion.

At this moment, Zhang Heng looked at it, and his eyes were inexplicably moist again.

I don't understand why the moisture comes, anyway, it's not for the little chrysanthemum that was blown to pieces.Manly man, the chrysanthemum will burst when it bursts, and crying is useless.

Can it be watered by tears so that it can return from the state of grand bloom to the innocence of budding?

think too much.

Zhang Heng thought a lot like this, until the little moisture in the corners of his eyes gradually dried up, and his eyes stared at the ceiling so hard that he was about to cramp, and then he got up from the bed with his waist supported.He casually grabbed a shirt and put it on, and walked out of the bedroom.

A rich aroma wafted in the air, filling every corner, like the scorching heat that the man slammed into his body last night, and he couldn't hide it even if he wanted to.

The floor of the living room was still messy and dirty, the soup and blood had solidified half yellow and half gray, and bare feet stepped on it, sticky.Zhang Heng didn't take it seriously, and walked all the way outside the kitchen door in an extremely unnatural posture, and saw a tall figure who was skillfully busy in front of the stove.

"The lamb chops have been stewed again, you can eat them after a while." The man said without turning his head.

This guy's ears are better than a dog's.

Zhang Heng was barefoot, and he didn't make any sound when he walked over, but he could still be heard.

"I made a dish of vegetable dumplings, but I guess you don't like them. How about you sleep a little longer? I'll wake you up after the lamb chops are cooked." Hong Liming's face was invisible, but his voice was deep and gentle, in a calm state It's unbelievably natural.

People who don't know will think it's an old couple living a sweet life after hearing it.

Who would have guessed that the opening of a new route full of violence last night was so explosive that even the professional GV protagonist was willing to bow down, and even used SM-level pistols and handcuffs.

Zhang Heng snorted coldly, walked into the kitchen, turned a blind eye to the man who was busy cooking, and opened the refrigerator door loudly.

Suddenly the movement froze.

"Where's my beer?" Zhang Heng asked.

The inventory that was fully replenished yesterday has disappeared.The empty refrigerator, like a snow-white mouth opened wide, sneered at the owner who had been exploded and didn't know how to get mad.

"lost."

"Who made you lose it?"

"You can't drink cold beer with a broken stomach."

Zhang Heng stared coldly at the back of the man's head, imagining the pleasure of hitting it with a bench.

"You're the one with a fucking stomach." Boss Zhang cursed, "You're a fucking dick."

The movement of the man slowly putting noodles into the pot suddenly stopped.

Zhang Heng secretly screamed that something was wrong, turned around and ran outside.The severe discomfort between his legs reduced Boss Zhang's running ability, but the floor of the living room was sticky and slippery. He ran too fast and exerted too much force. He lost his center of gravity and fell to the floor.

boom!

Heavy objects fall to the ground.

Before the hunter could catch up, Zhang Heng, the unlucky prey, had already smashed himself to pieces.

After the starry eyes faded away, what climbed up the spine was the indescribable pain below the waist caused by the excessive movement just now.

"Woo... what the hell..."

"Can't your mouth be cleaner?" The man in the apron chased after him, bent over and hugged him.

At first, he wanted to teach him a lesson, but seeing him fall badly, with pain and stubbornness written between his frowning eyes, Hong Liming's heart softened suddenly, and he took extra care to cherish the movement of carrying him from the ground to the sofa.

"Does it hurt?"

"It's not a good thing you did!"

"I tried my best." Police Officer Hong said, "At least, I followed all the methods mentioned in the book to make the other party feel better."

The living room suddenly froze for two or three seconds.

Zhang Heng saw the man from the head to the feet, and then from the feet to the head, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva into his parched throat, "Don't tell me that this is your first time."

Hong Liming did not hold back, and nodded frankly.

Zhang Heng was taken aback, really didn't know what expression to show.

"First time with a man?"

"Yes."

"It's the first time with a man, so I used to play with women. You are so powerful in bed, can a woman not satisfy you? Usually 3P or 4P?"

"No."

"Tsk, it's meaningless to lie about this kind of thing. I'm not from the internal affairs department of your police. If you tell the truth, why are you afraid?"

"Really not." The man spoke clearly, "It's the first time with you."

"Damn! Of course I know that you and I are the first time, and we didn't..." Zhang Heng suddenly stopped, as if he understood that there was an ambiguity in the sentence, "You and I, that...is the first time? Didn't you have sex with anyone before last night?"

The officer nodded.

Staring at Zhang Heng with fascinatingly deep eyes, there was absolutely no joke in it.

Zhang Heng also opened his mouth wide, looking back at him.

This delicate moment can only be described as speechless.

The majestic boss of the rivers and lakes, on a dark and stormy night, had his chrysanthemums severely exploded.When the chrysanthemum bursts, it will explode. It will fall short, and the skills are not as good as others. If you are a man, you can only grit your teeth, admit this fall first, and find it again in the future.

Who has been in the rivers and lakes for some years, who hasn't suffered unbearable humiliation and failure?

As the saying goes, people are floating in the rivers and lakes, how can they not be fucked.

But when you wake up in the morning, you find that the man who opened up your new route to the end of the world last night is a virgin.

And this man who just ended his virginity with your chrysanthemum, even stared at you with a painful butt hurting to death with a gratified expression of "I already belong to you", and revealed it unabashedly on your handsome face. A trace of anticipation, like a loyal German black back, solemnly waiting for the master's praise...

what to see?

Are you really waiting for praise?Can you be any more shameless? !

Boss Zhang and Police Officer Hong stared at each other in mid-air, feeling inexplicably astonished and filled with grief and resentment.

laugh!

While staring at it speechlessly, the sound of liquid pouring out of the pot and dripping into the fire came from the kitchen.

In the next second, a burning smell floated into the tip of his nose.

The man quickly stood up and ran into the kitchen to rescue the stewed lamb chops that he had worked so hard for half a day.

Zhang Heng's increasingly tense body suddenly loosened, and he fell into the soft couch.

Hong Liming seems to be a ruthless character who can go up to the hall and go down to the kitchen. Once he enters the kitchen, the pots and pans inside make noise from time to time, like a light and beautiful symphony.The burnt smell disappeared quickly, and in a moment, the unique crispy aroma of lamb chops escaped from the living room, making people crawl in their stomachs.

Enduring the embarrassing pain in his lower body, Zhang Heng sat up from the sofa and opened the small drawer under the coffee table.

He has never liked to tidy up, he puts things away, and the drawers are full of various sundries.Zhang Heng rummaged through the sundries. His fingertips touched something long and hard, and he grabbed it out and put it in his hand.

It is a green harmonica, the simplest style.

The social economy is developing day by day, young people who have already come out to work, if they have a little money, they like to buy more expensive and modern art harmonicas when buying harmonicas. Only elementary school students who can't afford such cheap green plastic will buy them.

This cheap product is still very old, and the color has faded in some places, with half gray and half white finger spots.

"Hey, your first night fee."

Wearing an apron, Hong Liming came out with hot stewed lamb chops and spinach noodle soup, when he saw something flying towards him in mid-air.

He subconsciously turned his head to avoid it, and the thing passed him, slammed into the wall behind him, slammed again, and fell to the floor.

Hong Liming looked back and found a green harmonica lying on the floor, and his expression sank.

Put the noodle soup on the coffee table, turned around and picked up the harmonica from the ground, wiped the dust on it with his sleeve, looked at Zhang Heng, "What are you doing?"

There is anger in the eyes.

"You little virgin served me well last night, so I'll reward you for this. Anyway, I found it from your apartment." Zhang Heng said while dealing with the bowl of freshly baked noodle soup.

Holding the spoon, he chichi blew, took a sip, and his tongue was so hot that he gasped.

bastard!

How can it be so fucking delicious? !

Hong Liming put the harmonica to his mouth, tried a few notes, and found that the harmonica was not broken, and his complexion improved a bit.

He sat down on the sofa and watched Zhang Heng beside him with a stern face, with the cold and stern attitude of punishing traitors in the execution hall, quickly and ruthlessly destroying the noodles and lamb chops.

"This harmonica is yours."

"I wouldn't buy this kind of crap."

"You used to like to play the harmonica very much. Later, you gave it to me. I keep it by my side all the time."

"I won't send stinky notes."

"Have you forgotten all about the past? Have you forgotten me too?"

"So what if you forgot? You bite me!" In the blink of an eye, Zhang Heng slammed his chopsticks on the coffee table with a full-bodied vigor as he devoured the noodles and lamb chops. It flows like a river. After being here for a while, I just forgot all the troubles of those mothers-in-law and mothers!" Pointing to his head.

The tall body suddenly pressed down like a mountain.

"What do you want to do?" Zhang Heng had only suffered from the punch last night, subconsciously stepped back, full of vigilance, "Don't think that tigers don't bite people when they are sick, go away."

The man turned a deaf ear, pushed aside his defensive hand, approached, put one arm around his neck, inserted his other hand into his short black hair, and squinted his eyes to search.

"Is this the wound?"

The wound from many years ago has long since disappeared.

At this moment, being gently caressed by the man's fingertips, it suddenly seemed to have not fully healed, arousing a slightly pungent sensitivity and fear.

Zhang Heng suddenly lost his mind, as if he saw the master chef in the orphanage's kitchen, holding a thick stick fiercely.The stick was thicker than his arm at that time, and swung it condescendingly with the sound of the wind. He didn't realize the pain for a while, but felt the heat gushing from his head and falling on his face. He couldn't see the way clearly, but still Hold the two meat buns tightly.

The younger brother was crying from hunger in the room, and no matter what, he wanted to take the two meat buns home.

"It hurt so badly, how did you do it?"

Floating back to his childhood thoughts and being pulled back to reality by the deep voice, Zhang Heng raised his eyes and shrugged nonchalantly, "You pig, such a long hole is certainly not a gun or a watermelon knife. If it was a watermelon knife, your head would have already split."

"what exactly is it?"

"Sticks."

The police officer thought for a while, and asked in a calm tone like a case, "Are you really amnesia?"

Zhang Heng was suddenly irritable, and he took the chopsticks on the coffee table in his hands, and stirred the remaining noodle soup in the bowl.

When I found a surviving noodle, I pinched it hard with chopsticks, pinched it off, and pinched it off again.

Hong Liming stretched out his hand, as if wanting to touch his cheek, but he pushed it away before it touched him.

Like a volcano erupting without warning.

"Why don't you get out? You thought you'd fall on me, so you're relying on me?" While growling, Zhang Heng kicked the coffee table.

The coffee table crashed to the ground, and the porcelain bowls on it were shattered together, breaking into countless pieces with a crisp sound, and the noodle soup spilled all over the floor, splashing Hong Liming's trousers.

"Do you really think that I'm with you as a childhood sweetheart? Pooh!"

Zhang Heng pointed at the door, "Get out of me immediately! If you don't get out, I won't be ashamed! If you explode the chrysanthemums, you will explode the chrysanthemums! I will call the lawyer and the police staff to rape the suspect. If you don't believe me, I won't sue you!"

"Xiaoheng..."

"roll!"