[Future] The counterattack of waste wood

Qin Xin also looked at the three drunken people with a headache, and then gave Zhang Qi a helpless look, "I'll leave it to you, wake up tomorrow and tell him that there is no need for missions, and their team has a day off."

After finishing speaking, he exchanged glances with Qi Ya, who shrugged indifferently.

Zhang Qi nodded without changing his face.

Wu Baichen didn't recognize Zhang Qi, but vaguely knew that Yang Jing was going to leave with someone else, so he yelled loudly, "Yang Jing, where are you going, Yang Jing, didn't you say you want to sleep with me!"

The faces of the three sober people turned dark, and Qi Shi covered Wu Baichen's mouth, thinking that you were impatient, so he persuaded patiently: "Yang Jing is going home, someone picked him up."

Qin Xin also looked at Zhang Qi and explained, "He was talking about wine."

Zhang Qien let out a sigh, he wouldn't bother with a drunk.

Wu Baichen listened slowly, nodded mechanically twice, Qi Shi saw that he was being honest, and the strength in his hand also loosened a bit, but Wu Baichen exerted all his strength, broke away from Qi Shi, and ran to Yang Jing in a few steps , grabbed the opponent's hand, shook it up and down, and said excitedly: "Yang Jing, thank you so much this time... I don't know what to say, if it wasn't for you... I wouldn't be able to catch it without you." Silver Tiger."

Yang Jing's ears were buzzing now, and he could only see Wu Baichen's mouth opening and closing, and he could no longer hear what he said.

After hearing this, Zhang Qi, Qin Xinyi, and Qi Shi all expressed their gratitude, looked at each other, shook their heads, and then focused their gaze on Yang Jing and Wu Baichen, each thoughtful.

Yang Jing was still a little sober, knowing that Zhang Qi was coming to pick him up, and impatient with Wu Baichen's continued writing, he shook off the opponent's hand, said a few words of grace, and Qi Shi took the opportunity to grab Wu Baichen back.

The two sides greeted each other and left with their own people.

Zhang Qi picked up Yang Jing, passed his arms under his armpits, and firmly supported his waist. He is already tall, and this move is even more eye-catching. Even though the lights are flickering, his face cannot be seen clearly, and his identity cannot be recognized , It also provoked many good people to whistle and boo at the side.

Zhang Qi walked back to the car with steady steps, put the person in the passenger seat, lowered the seat, fastened the seat belt, got up halfway, paused, took off his coat again, and covered the On Yang Jing's body, his knuckle fingers slipped and pressed on the edge, and then he closed the car door and walked around to the other side.

Yang Jing was able to chat with Zhang Qi at first, but later the seat was too comfortable, the whole body was too warm, and there was a sense of peace that he didn't realize, so he fell into a deep sleep.

When Zhang Qi drove to the Nightmare Forest, it was almost twelve o'clock. He directly carried Yang Jing into the house. Holding his body firmly, he muttered drunken words that others could not understand.

Uncle Gao followed Zhang Qi step by step, and took the opportunity to ask: "I have prepared the hangover tea and water in the bathroom, it's just that Young Master Yang..."

While talking, he came to the door of the bedroom on the second floor. Uncle Gao opened the door for the two of them. Zhang Qi hugged Yang Jing without stopping, and went straight to the bathroom, "I'll help him wash."

Uncle Gao couldn't help looking at Yang Jing who was still muttering in a daze, paused for a moment, then nodded, Zhang Qi gave another order, and he left.

The bathtub was filled with hot water, and a drop of water dripped from the silver faucet. With a ding-dong sound, it caused circles of ripples. The whole body of the mirror was covered with dense mist, which vaguely outlined the figure of the two together. There is a faint fragrance floating in the air, mixed with male hormones, and the atmosphere is ambiguous.

Zhang Qi pulled the neckline subconsciously, and then remembered that he was in the bathroom, so he unbuttoned a few buttons, and rolled up the sleeves, revealing half of his strong arms. It took only one or two minutes to come to the bathroom, and the clothes and skin There was already a layer of water vapor on his body, and his breath was also hot and humid.

Yang Jing didn't fall asleep at this moment, but half-opened his eyes, leaning on the couch and looking at Zhang Qi, the corners of his mouth were always hooked slightly, putting away the thorns that usually stood up, and his smile was ambiguous.There was a rustling sound, and the coat covering him slipped to the ground. Yang Jing's windbreaker was not buttoned up at all, it was wide open, and the corners of the coat were hanging on the ground.

Zhang Qi squatted down halfway, leaning his arms on the edge of the couch, lowered his body, and said slowly, "How much wine did you drink?"

Yang Jing's fingers moved subconsciously, and he said nonchalantly, "Two bottles or three bottles... I can't remember."

Zhang Qi's face was a little dark, and then his hands continued to take off his coat flexibly. It was so smooth thanks to Yang Jing's cooperation. Zhang Qi slammed the windbreaker into the dirty clothes basket. Xun Sheng looked over dumbly, and then slowly turned his head to meet Zhang Qi's dark eyes.

Zhang Qi continued to grab Yang Jing's thin sweater, and the loose sweater took off easily, he asked slowly: "Wu Baichen said you helped him catch the silver tiger, what's going on?"

Yang Jing's upper body had been stripped off at this time, his snow-white body was flushed a little, and the close-fitting clothes took away some of the heat. Although the bathroom was warm, he couldn't help shivering. He didn't respond immediately after hearing what Zhang Qi said. Come here, repeat those words in your mind, then laughed, stretched your body with difficulty, and approached Zhang Qi, the tips of their noses almost touched, their eyes were full of smiles, "Zhang Qi, You're trying to trick me while I'm drunk."

Zhang Qi's expression softened, without flinching at all, he nodded solemnly, "If you can say that, it proves that you are not drunk."

"I'm drunk." Yang Jing chuckled, put his hands on Zhang Qi's shoulders, pulled him towards himself, pressed his lips together, kissed him back and forth, sticking out his tongue to describe the other's plump lips, and suddenly there was a buzzing sound in the bathroom. The sound of the water, after the kiss, his voice was so hoarse, "Otherwise, why would I think you are so good to me!"

Zhang Qi almost sighed, and said in a voice that only he could hear: "Did you just find out?"

Sure enough, Yang Jing didn't hear it, and was busy groping Zhang Qi's body. He fumbled for a while, finally unbuttoned a button, and put his whole hand in. The muscle was a little hard and elastic, and he couldn't help praising Zhang Qi. He let out a sound, and wanted to lick it in his mind for a moment, and looked at it. Although there was only a wet white shirt, in the eyes of men, this kind of half-covering was more sexy.

Zhang Qi froze for a moment, and quickly reacted, grabbed Yang Jing's hand, there were small flames in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "You are drunk."

Yang Jing's straightforward action was undoubtedly a blatant invitation. Zhang Qi reacted early, his lower body was hot and hard, but Yang Jing was in a state right now, and he didn't want to take advantage of others.

Yang Jing looked like a rascal, trying to open his eyes while breaking Zhang Qi's hand, "I'm not drunk."

Zhang Qi didn't really try too hard, he was a little struggling, and Yang Jing was sober now, she was absolutely amazed.

It was rare for Yang Jing to be a little clever at this meeting, thinking that you grabbed one of my hands and I still have the other, so taking advantage of that, he touched Zhang Qi's thigh with his left hand and walked slowly upstream.

Zhang Qi's reaction was very direct, he pressed Yang Jing on the couch almost roughly, put his lips on Yang Jing's mouth, and easily pried open his teeth, chasing and sucking with the tip of his tongue.

Yang Jing was dizzy for a while, and couldn't tell whose heart was pounding, beating again and again, agitating the eardrums. Yang Jing loved this suffocating feeling. He forgot where he was right now, and only wanted to kiss with all his strength.

Zhang Qi hung up in the air behind his back, skillfully supported the weight of the two of them and slid to the ground, let Yang Jing press over him and lie on his body, he couldn't stop feeling this kind of feeling, at this moment, he wished to rub the person into his own flesh and blood.

When they parted, both of them were out of breath. Zhang Qi was not used to being passive, so he turned over and pressed Yang Jing again, and this time he used some strength. Yang Jing tried to struggle a few times, but he couldn't move.

Yang Jing looked up at Zhang Qi, and stretched out his fingers to gesticulate on his face. This feeling of being tightly trapped in his arms was inexplicably reassuring, and Zhang Qi's hot smell came to his nostrils.

He became more and more confused, but he could clearly understand every move of the person on his body. A pair of rough hands ignited the fire on his body, and wherever he went, it caused tremors, which made his heart itchy and unbearable, wanting more.

"Well, hurry up..." Yang Jing was not a reserved and repressed person, he just said what he wanted, and deliberately clung to Zhang Qi.

Zhang Qi didn't speak, but he sped up his movements as he wished, and his body became hotter and hotter.

Yang Jing felt his scalp go numb, as if something was rushing upwards, just touching and kissing made people lose their minds uncontrollably.

Taking advantage of the time when Yang Jing was absent-minded, Zhang Qi stretched his legs apart, stretched out a finger to grope behind him for a while, the back was stimulated, and instinctively contracted, Zhang Qi pressed his fingers on it one after another, Light or not.

Yang Jing's face was hot, he hummed with his eyes closed, and there seemed to be countless thin threads in his body, which were pulled by Zhang Qi in his hands. Following his movements, the whole body's senses were stimulated. Just based on the feeling behind, he thought Zhang Qi Calm and relaxed, Yang Jing opened his eyelids unwillingly, the eyes of the two collided in the air, Zhang Qi was panting heavily, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his eyes were brightly folded, almost burning, Yang Jing didn't know why Feeling very proud and relaxed, Zhang Qi took advantage of it and stuck his finger in.

"En." Yang Jing moaned instinctively, because he had done enough foreplay, he didn't feel any pain, but there was a foreign body sensation in his body.

Zhang Qi lowered his body and licked Yang Jing's ear. With moisture, his breathing became more and more rapid. "Relax." As he said, he grabbed Yang Jing's face that had already secreted the liquid, formed a circle, and Move it down.

Yang Jing moved impatiently, his senses returned to the front, ignoring the finger in his body, he felt the pleasure brought by the big palm, and at some point, Zhang Qi stretched in two more fingers.

He was so happy right now, he was completely at the mercy of others, and he just wanted to enjoy himself. Yang Jing was straightening his lower body and wanted to lean up, but he was suddenly pulled up and turned over. When he realized it, his knees Kneeling on the ground, propping his body on his elbows, his butt raised high, the coldness of the tiles made him regain some consciousness, this humiliating posture made his whole body shudder like an electric shock, and his lower body became a little stiffer, A large amount of fluid is secreted from the front.

Zhang Qi quickly covered it, the wet shirt rubbed against Yang Jing's bare back, panted lightly, and said hoarsely: "This position is easier."

Before Yang Jing could react, a fiery hard object was stabbed into his empty back acupoint, he was suffocating, the pain was so painful that he lost all pleasure, he was swollen and uncomfortable, his mind became clearer, and he instinctively moved forward After taking a step, Zhang Qi narrowed his eyes and almost immediately chased after him.

"You can't fucking slow down!" Yang Jing was hot behind him, and he couldn't help cursing. Even so, he obviously lacked confidence, and his voice trembled.

Zhang Qi was also uncomfortable when he was twisted, and he gave a low voice. Sweat dripped from the tip of his nose, and his body was flushed. He stopped, put his hands around Yang Jing's waist, and touched his weak front again. Yang Jing Being relieved by his touch, Zhang Qi felt the relaxation of the body wrapped around him, he breathed a sigh of relief, and moved slowly.

The liquid secreted from the front end lubricated the intestinal tract, and Zhang Qi's thrusting became more and more rapid, and finally with a sudden force, he inserted the whole intestine.

Yang Jing was stunned, his eyes darkened, and the curse words stuck in his throat.

Zhang Qi withdrew quickly, and Yang Jing was just about to catch his breath, when the thing was inserted all the way in again, piercing directly to the deepest point, and there was a whistling sound of water at the combined place.

Yang Jing was inserted, and his whole body rushed forward, moaning indistinctly whether it was pain or pleasure.

The back acupoint gradually adapted to that size, especially when the thing hit a certain point, Yang Jing screamed loudly, raised his head back, and rubbed against Zhang Qi's cheek with the top of his head, two heavy gasps almost overlapped, Echoes in the bathroom.

Later, Yang Jing's waist became weak, and his limbs couldn't support his body at all. Zhang Qi noticed it a step earlier, grabbed Yang Jing with a big hand, and pulled Yang Jing up again, supporting him to continue to maintain his kneeling position, with his mouth stuck to Yang Jing's. On the shoulder, biting lightly and then hard, leaving marks one by one.

"You belong to a dog!" Yang Jing's voice was almost crying, his posterior acupoint contracted sharply, and Zhang Qi let out a low growl, speeding up.

Yang Jing couldn't speak, he could only tremble and scream, and suddenly there was a jolt, his whole body curled up, including his toes, he felt as if his body had exploded, and a huge Snowflakes, as if an old-fashioned TV suddenly lost its signal, and the glowing white liquid was sprayed on the dark blue tiles.

Zhang Qi's thrusting continued, and after dozens of thrusts, he tightened his arms and shot out. Before the shot, the two of them seemed to be stuck together, and Zhang Qi whispered in Yang Jing's ear , "Yang Jing."