villain two

The flames of war have already been ignited, and after hanging up the phone, they can only continue to fight.

After rubbing and rubbing, pinching and squeezing Zhang Heng's place, Hong Liming pulled the big towel around his waist and pressed it on the single chair beside the bed.

The frame of the chair is made of wood, with cold and hard lines, and the armrests are inlaid with metal decorations. The weight of an adult man is pressing on it, which is very uncomfortable.Zhang Heng's skin in contact with the metal handrail felt aching, and before he had time to change his position, the voyage began.

Because it's a position that invades from behind, it penetrates particularly deeply.

Zhang Heng was almost nailed to the single chair by that hot thing.

Hong Liming hugged his waist, pushing his hips one after another, heavy and full of conquering power, the single chair was overwhelmed and made a creaking sound, as if it would turn into a pile of splinters at any moment.

"Hmm—" Zhang Heng gripped the back of the chair with ten fingers, his knuckles turned white from the force.

I don't want to lose face every time and fall into the storm forced by the man without any resistance, but every time it feels like it comes very fast.

After being thrust into the shady place by the hard penis, he became excited quickly, and looked down at his own organ, which seemed to be in need of being played with and stroked urgently. Boss Zhang felt ashamed.

The scary thing is that even the sense of shame is tinged with joy.

The force of the police officer's collision became stronger and stronger, and Zhang Heng felt that he was knocked out of his wits.On the sailing sea, there were strong winds and waves, thunder and lightning, but the boat made of two people moved forward firmly.

The arm around the waist is strong and powerful, the penis piercing the body is hard and powerful, the man's panting by the ear is strong and powerful... Everything is powerful, full of power beyond Zhang Heng's reach.

He is unrestrained and unrestrained on weekdays, always acting like Lao Tzu is number one in the world, but in fact he knows in his heart that he has never been number one in the world.

In the first street fight, Brother Ce rushed forward without turning back. He hid at the end, holding the broom that Lin Yong gave him, trembling so much that he couldn't even stand still.

At that time, did he hit anyone with a broom?

Can't remember at all.

His memory is so annoying, clear for a while, blurred for a while, what he wants to remember can't be remembered, and what he wants to forget, he often comes back to him in his dreams.

Because you are not strong, you have to pretend to be strong.

He tensed up all his nerves, not wanting to be looked down upon.

Until Hong Liming appeared.

I don't know what method was used to break the golden bell that he had cultivated for many years.Maybe it's this kind of power, unscrupulous, unscrupulous power, identity confrontation, underworld revenge, police elite reputation... In this man's heart, it seems that they are all unsightly scum.

"calls me."

"Less... less him... um! He... so nasty..."

"Call me, Xiao Heng." The man moved violently in his body, acting like a ferocious coquettish.

After pumping and inserting for so long, the thing is still as hard as iron, and there is no sign that it is about to soften.

"Xiaoheng, Xiaoheng."

Hong Liming bumped into him hard, pushed him up and jumped up, and kept calling him by his former nickname.

"Xiaoheng, Xiaoheng..."

Zhang Heng's eye sockets suddenly became hot.

This bastard.

The shell that has been accumulated for so many years, he clicked with his fingertips and crushed it into pieces. Zhang Heng's lips parted and half closed, and it took a long, long time before there was a little vaguely. Voice.

"Xiao Ming..."

There was a burst of heat in the body.

When the man's essence ejaculated, it made him tremble all over.

A moan escaped from Zhang Heng's throat, and he realized that he also had an orgasm.

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The voyage, too, was a pleasant one, and seemed to carry some sort of valuable cargo on the way home.

The relaxation after physical exertion is pleasant, like warm smoke floating in the blood vessels of the limbs.

Hong Liming carried Zhang Heng, who was paralyzed on the chair, back to the bed, and lay down on the bed himself, with his arms stretched out.

Zhang Heng hesitated for a moment, and suddenly thought about it—the chrysanthemums are all bursting, and being rubbed is nothing.

Shaking his short black hair that was soaked in hot sweat, he approached Hong Liming generously, using the man's arm as a pillow.

The two of them were skin to skin, lying on their backs together, their eyes fixed on the ceiling above their heads.

The boat docked, and the sea that had been turbulent just now returned to calm.

Under the deep water, there is a strange tranquility, like a group of transparent silver carp swimming slowly, without the beautiful scenery of strangely colored corals, but the crystal clear softness is already enchanting.

"Shall I play it to you?"

"what?"

"Harmonica."

Zhang Heng looked at the familiar ceiling pattern, thought for a while, and said, "Idiots only play the harmonica in the middle of the night."

Hong Liming smiled, "When you gave me this harmonica before, you also told me not to play the harmonica in the middle of the night, as it will disturb the neighbors sleeping."

Zhang Heng felt a little inexplicable regret in his heart.

He likes to blow, so let him blow, why do you have to speak so fast, and refuse without even thinking about it.

Unexpectedly, Hong Liming was quiet for a while, turned over and sat up, "The sound insulation of your apartment is very good, so you won't disturb the neighbors. I'd better play a song for you."

He went to the living room and opened the drawer of the coffee table.

The last time Zhang Heng hit him with a harmonica as a weapon, afterward, the harmonica was put away and hidden deep in a drawer, mixed with all kinds of small sundries and bits and pieces.

This is a habit that Boss Zhang developed at some time, always messing up the place where he is, and then hiding certain things, seemingly random, but actually precious and important, in this mess.

Hong Liming returned to the bedroom with the harmonica and sat by the bed.

"Which one do you want to listen to?"

"Who said I want to listen? If you're free, go make some supper for my uncle."

"I'll just play a song."

Hong Liming started to play on his own, and a brisk tone came out from the harmonica.

Blowing very skillfully, should have practiced countless times.

Zhang Heng lay indifferently, staring at the ceiling in a daze, wondering if he was listening.

"Not this one." After listening for a while, he said suddenly.

Hong Liming turned his head, glanced at him, and changed another song silently.

"Not this one." After a while, the new song was rejected by Zhang Heng again.

Hong Liming changed two more songs and was rejected again and again. He was very patient tonight.Although it was a bit difficult, I still tried my best to think about it. After thinking for a long time, I seemed to remember something, put the harmonica to my lips, and played a new song.

This song is not as smooth as the previous ones, intermittent, and occasionally one or two pitches are wrong.

"It's this one." Boss Zhang mercifully affirmed it.

Close your eyes and listen silently, as if immersed in a distant memory.

"Why are you playing so badly?" Zhang Heng asked dissatisfied after listening.

"This one, you only taught me once. I thought you didn't like this one."

"At that time, I was just learning this song. I was not familiar with it myself, so I was embarrassed to teach others. Later, I became proficient and wanted to play it to my parents..." Zhang Heng stopped suddenly and did not continue.

When Xiao Ming moved away, he gave Xiao Ming the harmonica.

The professor's father knew that he had given his beloved harmonica to a good friend who was parting, and he also taught him the poem "A bosom friend in the sea is like a neighbor in the end of the world".

Dad bought him a new harmonica, and he practiced on it.

But that unfortunate car accident made him forever lose the chance to play this song to his parents.

When he was sent to the orphanage, he even lost his new harmonica.Zhang Heng didn't miss the new harmonica very much, he often thought of the old harmonica he was used to playing, and Xiao Ming.

At that time, Xiao Ming's surname was not Hong.

Xiao Ming's mother is called Zhou Wanqing. In Zhang Heng's memory, which is like the snowflakes on the old TV screen, sometimes blurred and sometimes clear, the name of Xiao Ming he knows has always been Zhou Xiaoming.

But Xiao Ming reappeared many years later, but became Hong Liming.

Although I changed my name, it still awakened my memory a little bit.

Zhang Heng gradually remembered the hazy childhood, and even remembered some distant and trivial conversations, such as Xiao Ming hating his father very much.

"Xiaoheng, do you know what an illegitimate child is? An illegitimate child means your father doesn't recognize you as his child."

"Xiao Heng, my father is a big villain."

"His surname is Hong. Of the people surnamed Hong in the world, he is the worst."

"My mother didn't tell me anything. In fact, I already knew that my father is a gangster who specializes in bad things. The neighbors in the past knew about my family and said bad things about us secretly, saying that the son of a gangster grew up to be a gangster. So we moved."

"Xiao Heng, what do you think?"

"Do you think I will become a gangster in the future?" Xiao Ming asked seriously.

Clenching his fists, he was a bit fierce, as if he was going to beat someone if he got an unsatisfactory answer, and there was a trace of timidity in his eyes that he was afraid of being looked down upon by his good friends.

Xiao Heng didn't look down on Xiao Ming, and asked with wide cute and beautiful eyes, "Xiao Ming, why do you want to be a gangster? You can't be a gangster. The teacher said that gangsters will go to jail."

"But I'm always very angry and want to fight. The teacher said that fighting often is a gangster when I grow up."

"Xiao Ming, don't fight, play the harmonica. When you get angry in the future, don't fight, just play the harmonica. I'll teach you, like this..."

Memories.

Those cloudy mountains and foggy clouds will never be enough for clear and vivid memories.

I don't know how many more, dormant for centuries, waiting to be turned out of the scarred heart.

"Try?" After Hong Liming finished playing, he handed the harmonica to Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng didn't understand the meaning of his action, but he took it subconsciously and rubbed it in his hand. The touch felt familiar yet distant, like at sunset, when a prodigal son returning home looked up, he caught a glimpse of the clouds lingering in the middle of the mountain in the direction of his hometown.

Rushing silently, he involuntarily put the harmonica to his mouth and blew a few times.

Totally out of tune.

Zhang Heng suddenly felt bored and refused to play. He put the harmonica on the bedside table and ignored it.

"I can teach you." Hong Liming said.

"I'm full, can't I? Learn the shit harmonica! If you have this spare time, you might as well learn to play the flute. At least it can make those girls want to die."

Zhang Heng thought about saying this, and there must be another martial arts show going on.

Hong Liming is the kind of person who looks calm, but actually erupts in a particularly terrifying way. When he touches his reverse scales, he will strike immediately. Zhang Heng secretly tightened his muscles and raised his vigilance.

Unexpectedly, Hong Liming stared at him more and more softly.

"Today is the anniversary of your parents' death. I know you feel uncomfortable." Hong Liming's deep voice was full of heartache.

It's hard to pour four bottles of cold beer in a row, and add a box of spicy chicken that stimulates the stomach.This awkward tabby cat has obvious masochistic tendencies.

Seeming to be poked at the sore spot by the police officer's words, Zhang Heng raised his head sharply, stared at him sharply for a few seconds, then turned his face away indifferently, and snorted contemptuously.

"Fuck your ass."

Normally, just because of Boss Zhang's arrogant attitude, the police officer had already taught him a lesson about his pretty butt, which made him cry like a ghost.

At this moment, he just pretended not to hear it.

"Snack, do you still want to eat?" Hong Liming asked calmly.

"Hmph, just eat."

"I'll help you to wash it first, and then I'll make you supper." The police officer glanced at the beautiful scenery of the jade body on the bed, and felt his crotch squirm.The honey-colored body is covered with hickey marks, reflecting the light of sweat, making it sexy and seductive.

However, tonight is the death day of Xiaoheng's parents.

Everything must be based on Xiaoheng's mood.

endure!

"Help me! I have feet, so I can walk on my own." Zhang Heng got out of bed enduring back pain and half-numbed pain in his lower body. He didn't even take a big towel, and headed towards the bathroom with two attractive buttocks bruised. Walk.

Boss Zhang has never been a shy person. Since he set sail for the new route and realized the fact that the chrysanthemums have become dead flowers, he doesn't care about being looked at by the police officers.

Perhaps, showing a shy side in front of the man who frequently hugged him to death would embarrass Boss Zhang even more.

What is strange is that Zhang Heng has never revealed the relationship between the two. The so-called bombing by the lawyer team has ruined Hong Liming's reputation. He has always just talked about it and never put it into action.

The two seem to have a tacit understanding, and they are trying their best to make this secret relationship last for a day, an hour, a second...

Hong Liming put on his apron and entered the kitchen again.

Wash the yak meat, cut it, and put it into the pot.Choi Sum only picks the tenderest part in the middle.

Chopped green onion, garlic, and ginger slices.

Cooked as carefully as a surgical operation, the soup pot gradually emits a mouth-watering aroma, and the green vegetables also have an attractive green color, and they are served in a crystal clear bone china flat plate.

After preparing the supper, Hong Liming realized that Zhang Heng's bath seemed to be taking a long time.

With an ominous premonition in his heart, Hong Liming ran out of the kitchen and rushed to the bathroom.

Without saying hello, he kicked open the locked bathroom door.

Zhang Heng, who was wearing a white bathrobe, collapsed on the bathroom floor, curled up into a shrimp.

"Xiao Heng!"

Hong Liming picked him up and touched his face with his fingertips, a drop of cold sweat from his face landed on Hong Liming's fingertips.

Four cold beers and spicy chicken, plus two bouts of unrestrained sex, the horrific stomach ache finally struck in the middle of the night.

"I'll take you to the hospital."

Zhang Heng grabbed him tightly with pale five fingers and shook his head.

Attitude is firm.

"Give me... the medicine." Zhang Heng gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words.

Hong Liming carried Zhang Heng back to the bed, found out the prepared stomach medicine, and fed Zhang Heng water and medicine.

Zhang Heng's body was curled up, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't pay attention to the numbness of mouth-to-mouth medicine. He was shaking in his arms, and cold sweat the size of soybeans broke out on his forehead.

Hong Liming felt like a knife was twisting his heart.

After feeding the medicine for 1 minute, the second hand poked bloody sixty times on his heart.

One minute passed, but Hong Liming couldn't bear it any longer.

"No, we must go to the hospital." No matter whether Zhang Hengtong agreed or not, he picked up Zhang Heng and strode out.

Zhang Heng almost used all his strength to pull his clothes.

Hong Liming lowered his head.

"Don't...don't go to my brother's house." Zhang Heng said hoarsely.

"know."

After leaving the apartment and putting Zhang Heng in the car he hid in the alley across the road, Hong Liming stepped on the gas pedal.

Speed ​​to the hospital at top speed.