The wicked have their own evil

Don't think that Zitong is a good citizen, and his sexuality is human nature.

Zhang Chi lowered his head slowly, trying to bury Zitong's neck, but he put his hand against his chest, pursed his lips, and said, "Well, get up."

Zhang Chi raised his eyebrows and looked at him inexplicably.

Zitong looked at him with cold eyes, and said muddy words while looking at the thin lips that were all serious: "I'm hard, so I'll fuck you."

Zhang Chi seemed to choke on his saliva, "I'm hard too."

"It can be seen." Zitong thought for a while and said, "But it's my first time, and I won't help you, so you have to figure it out yourself.

Boss Zhang was slightly dissatisfied, "Honey, are you asking me to come and fuck you?"

Zitong raised her eyes and asked back, "Did I ask you to come?"

Naturally, Boss Zhang came over shamelessly, but he didn't really want to force Zitong when he came to the door this time, but when he touched Zitong's lower gear last time, he felt that Zitong was really hard.

He looked at Zitong's face as cold as ice, and thought to himself, he is just a man who is cold on the outside and hot on the outside.

Zitong raised his chin and said softly, "Go to bed."

What is Zhang Chi's favorite place in Zitong?Eyes, Zitong's eyes are like peach blossoms, watery, with thin and slightly curved ends, looking straight at Zhang Chi like this, makes him lose consciousness, and almost walks to the bed.

Zhang Chi pursed his lips for a few seconds, then curled his lips and said, "I won't do the following."

"Me too." Zitong said lightly, "I'm afraid of pain."

"I won't let you hurt."

"How do you guarantee it?" Zitong repeated, "I won't be the next one. If you don't want to, you can go out."

Zhang Chi stood up and looked down at him, his lower body was already swollen, as if he was in a confrontation with Zitong, his eyes were fixed on Zitong, as if he was thinking about something.

Zitong rested his hands on the floor and looked at Zhang Chi like this.

Of course Boss Zhang is not willing to leave rashly like this.He looked at Zitong's handsome and jade-like face, and felt really regretful and heartbroken. How could this face really look like the shape he liked.

He pouted his chin, "Come on."

Zitong's eyes flickered, as if he didn't expect him to compromise.

……

"..." He already regretted it.

Zhang Chi's forehead was sweating from the pain, and he tightly grasped the quilt on the bed with both hands, trying not to punch Zitong's pretty face.

Zitong parted her buttocks/slits, only staring at the back/acupoint buried in the middle, holding her sex/organ to force her way into the narrow and constricted place.

Zhang Chi shuddered in pain, and couldn't help cursing: "Damn Zitong, can you know it?" "

Zitong raised his head and said dissatisfied: "You are so noisy."

Zhang Chi: "..."

Zitong frowned and said, "It's hard."

"..." Lao Tzu felt more uncomfortable than you, he let out a weak tone: "Go and get the lubricant."

"I don't have lube."

"Bring me all the things you need to take a shower, wash your hair, and wash your dishes."

Zitong glanced casually to the side, and said, "I haven't tidied up the floor after washing it this morning, is the cleaning agent okay?"

Zhang Chi: "..."

-

next morning

Sunshine came in through the lattice windows, Zhang Chi woke up in a daze, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and found that his whole body was in pain, his elbows were pressed against the sheets, and when he was about to get up, he saw Zitong squatting to put on his shoes, all dressed up. With a crisp white shirt and a bag slung across his back, he looks like a college student.

"Where are you going?" Zhang Chi raised the pillow, made it comfortable, and asked with his arms crossed.

When Zi Tong heard this, he turned around and saw Zhang Chi staring straight at him. He stopped tying his shoelaces and said in a low voice, "Are you awake? I've cooked breakfast. You can eat it later. I'll go to work first." already."? "Where's the key?" Zhang Chi asked lazily.

"What key?"

"If you don't give me the key, how will you get out later?"

Zitong thought for a while and said, "You, just close the door later."

"Pull/cock ruthless?" Zhang Chi sneered: "You think we are 419?"

"What do you mean?" Zitong asked with a frown.

"You fucked me up, it's never over." Zhang Chi hooked his hands and said with a grin.

"You want money?" Zitong asked after hesitating.

"Get out of your paralysis." Zhang Chi shook his hand, threw the pillow over, and cursed, "You treat me like a duck?"

Zitong received it neatly, put his hands lightly on the computer chair, paused when he opened the door handle, and said softly, "You should take a good rest."

……

"Hold……"

Zhang Chi watched the door being closed, heard the slight sound of going downstairs, pursed his lips, threw the quilt aside, and walked to the bathroom with his waist supported.

Fuck, he cursed, clutching his uncomfortable stomach.All the semen/fluids were ejaculated in it.

Not long after Zhang Chi squatted down, he heard the phone ringing non-stop. He wanted to get up to get it, but his stomach was rolling and uncomfortable, and he had to clean it up. Who the hell didn't I serve them comfortably afterwards? People like him have to figure it out by themselves, Zhang Chi muttered.

When he came out, the phone had stopped ringing. Zhang Chi picked it up casually and saw that Zhou Xiaolin had sent several messages: Boss, Brother Hua is back, and I want you to go to his place in the afternoon.

Shen Hua, the boss of the Longji Society, broke away from the largest gang in the country, but the gang has disappeared.Shen Hua's self-built portal has been gradually developing and growing, and it has only been more than ten years.The person Zhang Chi admires the most is Shen Hua, not to mention Shen Hua's kindness to him is as great as a mountain. When he was most embarrassed, Shen Hua saved his life, and his sister has already made him unconditional. sacrificed his life for him.

Zhang Chi casually put the phone in his trouser pocket, looked around the house, and grinned, I still don't believe that I won't be able to get the key next time.

He returned to his home to take a shower, changed into a fresh colored shirt, and went to Shen Hua's house. Seeing him bowing his head to chat on the phone, he shrugged, walked to the mahogany sofa, and picked up the newspaper to read.

"Ah Chi." After an unknown amount of time, Shen Hua finally hung up the phone and walked slowly towards Zhang Chi's direction: "Have you eaten yet?"

"No, isn't this here to look for you?"

"Then I'll ask Aunt Cai to cook more dishes later, so you can stay and eat." Shen Huawen said softly.

"Okay." Zhang Chi felt greedy when he heard it, and readily agreed: "Brother Hua, do you want me to come over?"

"En." Shen Hua took out a thick document from the bottom of the coffee table, handed it to Zhang Chi, and said calmly, "An old friend asked me to transport some things to Mexico."

Old friends, as the name suggests, are, as they call them, partners in crime.

Zhang Chi carefully flipped through the pages one by one, paused, and said, "Brother Hua, do you think you can trust it? Is there any danger?"

He pondered for a while, and said: "No, the other party has already taken care of us, and you are responsible for bringing a few trustworthy brothers there." He grabbed Zhang Chi's shoulder and said with a smile: "Ah Chi, you are my brother." The only person I can trust, I don't trust anyone else."

"Brother Hua, I don't think there's any need to rush this matter. After all, it's the first time we've done it. I can check first..."

Before Zhang Chi finished speaking, Shen Hua stopped him. He was a little dissatisfied, and his tone was lower than before: "Ah Chi, do you not trust me?"

"That's not the case, Brother Hua, as long as you think you can." Zhang Chi rolled up the document and said with a wry smile.

Shen Hua has always wanted to expand the gang. Usually, he just expands the territory and opens gambling venues to maintain the life of the gang. Although the scale is increasing, Shen Hua has long been dissatisfied. start.

But Zhang Chi's only concern is that he will come too soon, the higher he climbs, the worse he will fall.

Shen Hua glanced at him appreciatively.He patted him on the shoulder and said, "I understand that you also have concerns. I'm not here these days just to deal with this matter. There won't be any problems. Don't worry."

"You're doing things, so don't worry about being a little brother." Zhang Chi put the document back in place, jumped up and stretched his waist, and skipped the topic with a playful smile: "I smelled the smell of meat from a long distance, and I'm starving to death, Brother Hua, Go eat first."

"it is good."

-

Zitong opened the car door and looked up at the more rural villa. The garden beside the villa released a faint scent of grass from time to time, which made people feel happy.But Zitong didn't feel overly happy, instead, his complexion became even more ugly, cold and gloomy. From then on, his expression was tense and his mouth was pursed, as if he didn't want to come back here.

"Come, come." A middle-aged man about 45 years old hurried over. The buttons of his black shirt were not fully buttoned. It should be a change of clothes in a hurry not long ago. He summoned two garden workers, Tell them to bring their luggage in and say, "Are you tired from coming here?"

Seeing him, Zi Tong smiled faintly and asked, "Uncle Wu, where is father?"

"The old man is in the study. You haven't been here for almost a year. The old man knows you're coming. He's very happy." Uncle Wu glanced at Zi Tong secretly, and said hesitantly.

He has only come to this house as a housekeeper in the past five years, and he doesn't know all about the many things in the family. He just feels that the relationship between father and son is not like that of father and son. It may be that every family has different ways of getting along. , did not dare to ask more.

Zitong lowered his eyes to hide the sarcasm in his eyes. He took off his thin coat, hung it on the coat rack, and walked to the study on the second floor.

Knock Knock...

Zitong stood in front of the door, and within a few seconds, he heard a hoarse but emotionless voice.

"Come in, the door is unlocked."

After Zitong entered, he looked around the study room, and finally landed on the man in the wheelchair.

"Father."

Father didn't respond and continued to bury his head in his book.

"I heard from Uncle Wu that he recently invited a doctor to see you, and you drove him away in a few days?"

His father stared at him fiercely like a falcon, beat his legs vigorously, and asked with a sneer, "Do you think it's useful?"

"Whether it works or not, you have to try it." Zitong said lightly.

"Hmph." Father sneered, and asked in a blink of an eye, "How's the matter going?"

"Processing."

"Deal with it..." The muscles on the father's face twisted together, and the anger came from his heart. He threw all the books on the table on the ground, making a crackling sound, and said angrily, "How long have you been dealing with this matter? Is there not enough time for you?"

Zitong squatted down, picked up the book, put it on the bookcase, and turned to look at his father calmly.

"I'll deal with it slowly, father, you don't need to worry about it," Zitong looked at him, but his eyes were like looking at a stranger, his tone was indifferent and alienated: "You take a good rest, I will ask Uncle Wu to bring you another The doctor is here."

"Go away, cough cough..." The father stared blankly, and slapped the wheelchair angrily: "You wish I could die early so that you can be buried with your short-lived mother."

When Zitong heard this, his usually calm and fair face twisted fiercely, and it took only a few seconds for him to return to his original shape. With a "bang", he slammed the door shut.