The wicked have their own evil

Zhang Chi was in this room, unable to escape, he had to ask Zi Tong's permission to even get out of bed, basically he could only lie on the bed except to go to the bathroom.

Zitong seemed to be killing time with him on purpose, and he didn't know what he was busy with, and sometimes even asked other people to bring him meals.

Zhang Chi looked at the ceiling, sighed slightly, and slowly fell asleep.After waking up, it was almost dusk.

He half-opened his eyes and tried to sit up, only to find a white arm hanging around his waist.

Zitong seemed tired, with fine dark circles under her pretty eyes.Zitong was a very light sleeper, usually when he moved, Zitong would definitely wake up, but this time he fell into a deep sleep, breathing steadily.

Zhang Chi suddenly couldn't bear to wake him up, so he tilted his head and looked at his profile.The evening sun fell faintly on his beautiful cheeks, and the gentle and peaceful sleep always made him throb.

He stretched out his hand and touched his cheek tenderly, his eyes were mixed with various emotions, with a hint of affection, but also seemed to be mixed with other things.

Zitong opened his eyes, met Zhang Chi's, and looked at each other for a moment.

Zhang Chi seemed to have touched some hot potato, and immediately retracted his hands, turning his face away.

Zitong propped himself up with his hands, a few strands of hair fell on his forehead, slightly covering his beautiful peach eyes, only the upturned eye ends were exposed, which looked harmless and sexy.

Zitong is trying to learn how to please people.

He asked, "Why don't you eat at noon?"

Zhang Chi frowned, "I can't eat."

"Can't eat?"

"It's unpalatable."

Zitong smiled softly, "Aren't you used to Aunt Yu's cooking? I'm going to cook now. What do you want?"

Zhang Chi was silent for a while, a little unaccustomed to such kind conversations, "Whatever."

"Okay." Zitong lowered his head, kissed his messy hair, and walked out.

Under such a relationship between the prisoner and the prisoner, it seems that there has been an inconspicuous softening stage, and there is less cold talk.

Zitong tried to suppress his bland personality, curled up his lips, and smiled, a bit of coolness faded away.

Their topics are to avoid the important and choose the light, so as not to step on any thunder.

Zhang Chi's expression softened a lot compared to before, making Zitong think that he was back to the past for a moment.

Zi Tong was quite satisfied with this phenomenon, at least much better than the previous tit-for-tat confrontation.He couldn't do this, and he didn't know what to do except to lock Zhang Chi up.

He and Chen Bingyan have arranged for many years, just for today.

Zitong was cleaning the stone counter in the kitchen, and the wet water stains landed on his arms.He didn't care, his eyes drooped tiredly, and a pain that had been buried in his heart for a long time slowly emerged, which was so clear in his memory that he could not avoid it.

"Mom." Zitong murmured.

A dark memory suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and he became dizzy for a moment.The last time Zitong remembers seeing his mother was when his father, whom he had never met, asked someone to take him back to the United States.

He was only 11 years old and was well protected by his mother, let alone knowing that he had a cruel and notorious so-called father.

The man in black threw him to the ground, and he raised his head to face the man on the hospital bed.The man has a pair of haggard and cruel eyes, like a falcon standing on a tree in the dark, who will tear you into pieces unexpectedly.

He sat on the ground, took a few steps back in fear, and whispered: "I need my mother, let me find my mother."

The man frowned, and seemed a little dissatisfied, "Is he my son?"

The man in black nodded, "Yes, boss, he is Zizhen's son."

The man looked at Zitong carefully, but was still dissatisfied in his heart.When he was a child, Zitong was fair and delicate, his eyes were red like a deer, and he would panic when he was disturbed.

In the eyes of men, Zitong is a frightening bird, and he will not be successful in the future.

But what men lack is just an obedient puppet.

The man had a whimsical idea. Although the gang was destroyed by Shen Hua, the foundation was still there. It is not impossible to restore it.

It's just that what happened later was not what he expected, nor did he expect Zitong to have such a ruthless side.

The man said, "Lock him up first."

Then, it was useless for Zitong to beg again, and he was locked in an unfamiliar environment.He tried to escape, but nearly broke his leg.He couldn't escape, and even got a nightmarish news.

His mother and grandmother became the most innocent victims in the internal struggle between his father and Shen Hua.

Shen Hua kidnapped women and children to threaten his father, but it was useless, his so-called father's heart was made of iron, he only had his ambition and selfishness in his heart.

Since his father wanted to be a behind-the-scenes man to restore his gangster status, he made him think that he was a well-controlled puppet.

Zitong didn't want to be a person who violated the rules and laws in his mother's mouth, and he couldn't become a second father.

Just when he had been drinking his guts for almost ten years, Chen Bingyan appeared.

His appearance is like a ray of light after a very peaceful day, pulling Zitong up from the deep pool full of turbidity, letting him get rid of the present momentarily.

He and Chen Bingyan have different ambitions.

Chen Bingyan is a son of a rich family on the white road, rich but not powerful, a rich second generation living under the shadow of his father.This status is good for him, but it also has limitations.

No matter how elegant and gentle he pretends to be, it can't match his ambitious heart.

Therefore, he made a deal with Zitong and became an ally.

Zitong played tricks, took the power from his father, and then quietly transferred it to Chen Bingyan's hands.

Chen Bingyan has become the new leader of the gang, and Zitong only needs to sit back and enjoy the benefits and get the results he deserves.

Over the years, he has never wavered, but now, he has one more worry.

He frowned and threw the rag aside, an inexplicable uneasiness spread through his internal organs.

He walked back into the room, grabbed his shoulder blade with one hand, and rolled him over.

Zhang Chi opened his hazy eyes, and his voice was hoarse, "What are you doing?"

"Chat." Zitong said.

Zhang Chi blinked his eyes and waved away his astringency, "I'm so sleepy, let's talk tomorrow."

"Now." Zi Tong forced out two words.

Zhang Chi was a little dumbfounded, and his sleepiness gradually dissipated. He sat up and said, "Okay." He asked, "What are you talking about?"

Zitong was silent for a while, staring at him, "What do you want to talk about?"

Zhang Chi narrowed his eyes, a little helpless, "Didn't you start it first?"

Zi Tong was a little speechless, looking sideways at Zhang Chi.

"If you don't say anything, I will sleep."

He didn't know what to talk about, he had a lot of things he wanted to ask Zhang Chi, and he wanted to point the arrow to the wrong place, so that their relationship would continue to be stiff.

Zitong's heart seemed to be filled with endless threads, which made his mind messy and chaotic. When he blurted out a question, he couldn't take it back.

"Will you go?"

After Zhang Chi paused for two seconds, he pressed the back of his head, and kissed his thin lips as usual, tenderly with a hint of his usual ruffian.

He stroked Zitong's neck, his voice was a little hoarse, with a low smoky voice, "Do you want to hear what I have to say?"

Zitong frowned slightly, of course he wanted to hear him say no.

Zhang Chi pulled his lips, gnawed his chin lightly, and then slowly extended to his slender neck, "Want to do it?"

Zitong didn't speak anymore, he turned over and suppressed Zhang Chi.

Because of the injection, Zhang Chi just enjoyed the orgasm after another from below.

Zitong panted lightly, leaned on his body, and heard a word vaguely but far and near.

No.