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Chapter Thirty Two

The clothes on his upper body were almost completely taken off, hot kisses kept falling on his body, Shaoran was panting faster and faster, and his consciousness was a little blurred due to the high body temperature.

"Ah!" His chest was suddenly bitten, and the tingling and itching sensation caused his eyes to widen and his head to fall back helplessly.

Cheng Heng was also a little confused, and eagerly went to untie Shaoran's belt, and kept kissing on his lips.

Seemingly feeling that the other party was untying his belt, Shaoran was about to cry, and quickly stopped it with both hands.

Cheng Heng grabbed Shaoran's troublesome hands, lifted them to the top of his head and pressed them firmly, then pulled out the belt and unbuttoned it, and the trousers hung on his hips half loosely.

The grasped hand tried to break free, but it was obvious that he was too weak in front of Cheng Heng, and he couldn't break free no matter how hard he tried.

"Cheng Heng, stop quickly! Don't...don't...ah..." Before he finished speaking, Cheng Heng's vitals were held in Cheng Heng's hands, and he moved quickly, making him paralyzed again within a few strokes , All strength and sanity to resist were deprived.

Shaoran trembled all over, and he couldn't tell whether he was afraid or his desire was too strong. His face was wet with sweat and tears, and he lay helplessly under Cheng Heng.

Just when the pants were completely taken off and the legs were forcibly separated, Shao Ran had already closed his eyes and prepared to bear the weight of the other party, but he didn't expect that his body lightened, the hot temperature left, and the flowing air made him shiver.

He opened his eyes in surprise, suddenly, as if a basin of ice water had been poured over his head, Shaoran was frozen from the hair to the soles of his feet.

"What are you doing!" Cheng Heng's good business was suddenly interrupted, basically roaring, but he was held tightly by two Kong Wu's powerful bodyguards, and he could only struggle in vain.

The clothes are messy, and the desire has not gone down, so suddenly being held up by a stranger like this, Rao Cheng Heng, can't help but feel scared, what's going on?How could the door open by itself?How did they appear so quietly? !

The two bodyguards supporting Cheng Heng directly pulled him to the sofa on the other side, and he was dragged over staggeringly.

He couldn't figure out what was going on for a while, but the shiny black leather shoes and iron-gray trousers came into view.

Looking up through the leather shoes and iron-gray trousers, a man was sitting upright on a small sofa, looking at him expressionlessly.

It's not accurate to say that his face is expressionless, this kind of look, as if Cheng Heng is already a dead thing, and the man doesn't even bother to give him a little disdain.

The bodyguard said to the man respectfully: "Sir, what should we do?"

The man stared at him and seemed to be silent for a while, and then a deep and pleasant voice sounded: "Drag out."

"Yes." The two bodyguards nodded and immediately dragged them out of the room.

"Hold on."

"What else do you want sir?"

"Clothes, don't kill me." It was a simple sentence, and it was said calmly, but it made people feel a murderous aura.

The two bodyguards agreed, and dragged them away silently. Cheng Heng heard something was wrong, and cursed: "Fuck! What the hell are you!" But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free from the hands of the two bodyguards. People blocked hard.

Only at this time did he really feel scared. He had never been afraid of a dozen or so ordinary bodyguards, but these two people holding him up now could not be ordinary, because he had no power to resist ...

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After the bodyguard and Cheng Heng left, the room fell into a terrifying silence.

Shaoran could barely cover his vitals with his coat, curled up on the big sofa, hugged his knees tightly with his hands, buried his head between his legs, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

He didn't even dare to raise his head slightly.

The man on the opposite side took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, and the lighter lit up, and then went out with the crisp sound of the lid.

The smoke slowly lingered, and although Shaoran sat a little far away, he could still smell it vaguely.

His heart suddenly seemed to be grasped severely, and the pain made him want to cry out.

The man almost never smokes in front of him. For his health, he is worried that inhaling second-hand smoke will be bad for his health. What's more, since the two of them lived together, they have basically stopped smoking.

Trembling for a long time, he really couldn't bear this kind of suffering and pain. He raised his head slightly, looked at the man with tears on his face, and after a long time, he uttered a voice: "Yong..." As soon as he yelled a word, he immediately shut up in fright. up.

The man was holding a cigarette in his hand, and he wasn't looking at him at all. He just looked out of the window, as if he was looking at the bottom of the building.

Hearing Shaoran calling him, the man reacted, turned around and said to him with a smile, "Baby, come and have a look."

Still so gentle, so warm and intimate, but at this moment, Shaoran's whole body was cold, how could he walk over to look outside when his legs were already weak?

The man saw that he was huddled on the sofa with a frightened face and couldn't come over. He extinguished the cigarette in his hand with a smile, stood up with a smile, walked up to Shaoran with a smile, and hugged him with his clothes in his arms.

Hugged so tightly that Shao Ran could barely breathe.

After hugging and dragging, the man brought Shaoran to the window and motioned him to look downstairs.

After watching for less than three seconds, Shaoran shouted: "Yong—Yong—! I was wrong, I was wrong! Don't do this, let him go, don't fight anymore!"

There was some doubt in the man's eyes, but he still smiled gently, and said softly, "Baby, he forced you, shouldn't he hit you?"

With a suffocation in his chest, Shaoran had shame and despair in his eyes, and admitted with trembling lips: "It's not...he didn't force me, I...I...voluntarily... woo..." At the end, he couldn't cry.

Covering his face with his hands, he lowered his head and didn't dare to look at the man. He suddenly felt a hot breath in his ears. The man leaned close to his ear, and his voice was soft and low: "Baby, why?"

He asked, why?

The man's voice seemed to be the same as at any time, without any change, but Shaoran could intuitively hear the sadness in it.

Raising his head in a panic, he confirmed that the eyes he was looking at the man were deep, dark, and without any emotion.

"I...I...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." Only now did he vaguely realize that he was so naive, the man in front of him was too different from his impression.

"Why do you say I'm sorry? What I want is not yours." The man sighed softly, his tone of helplessness and doting did not change.

"Yong..." Looking at the man almost collapsed, he didn't know what else to say to him at this moment.

"Baby, you said you liked me, right?"

"……Correct."

"You still said you wanted to be with me forever, didn't you?"

"……Yes."

"Then how could you be voluntary?" How could you voluntarily have sex with another man, how could you betray him.

"...Woo...it's me...I'm too bad, I'm a bastard! I can't even stand such a temptation...Yong, I don't know what to do...I don't know how to save everything... "

"I didn't ask you to save me, and I didn't mean to blame you." The man suddenly let go of him, took a few steps back and stood still.

Shaoran was stunned when he heard this sentence, not understanding what he meant.

"You said you can't stand the temptation, it's okay, I won't let any temptation appear in your sight from now on, isn't that all right?" Smiling, the man seemed to be solving a very simple problem for his baby. question.

His whole body was cold, Shaoran's face was pale, he looked back at the person who was stripped and beaten, hesitantly said: "Yong...you let Cheng Heng go, he will be beaten to death."

"Don't worry, why would I kill him? Baby, I'm not that bad." He said softly, every word he said seemed to be sighing, he dialed the phone and said to the person on the phone: "Okay, send him Go to the hospital."

After he finished speaking, he threw the phone on the sofa, took Shaoran by the hand, and put him in his arms: "don't be afraid, don't be afraid, baby, I hit people when I'm too angry. Don't be afraid of me, okay?" ?”

"I'm not, I'm not afraid of you..." Hugging the man's waist with his backhand, Shaoran's heart was surrounded by complex emotions, including shame, regret, and deep loathing for himself.

Seeing Shaoran's disheveled appearance, the man sighed, took off his suit jacket and put it on him: "Hey, it's so late, go and rest first, we'll talk about tomorrow if you have anything to do, wear so little, be careful of catching a cold."

Nodding quickly, Shaoran stepped back, grabbed the suit on his shoulders, and walked to the bedroom with his head down.

Shaoran put the clothes on the hanger beside him, and slowly got into the quilt. The bed in the hotel was not as comfortable as at home. He was actually not used to it, but men said they were going to rest, and he dared not listen at this time.

After lying down on the bed, Ning Yong who was outside also came in, covered Shaoran's quilt thoughtfully, stroked the broken hair on his forehead, kissed him lightly, and then turned around to go out.

Shaoran's heart felt cold, and he quickly grabbed his cuff: "Yong...are you not going to sleep?"

"Hey, I'm in the room next to yours, just call me if you need anything, okay?"

"……Um."

It wasn't until the man closed the door that Shaoran collapsed on the bed, weeping silently.

Sometimes he really can't understand what Ning Yong is thinking, he is like a piece of soft cotton, you want to attack him with violence, you punch him with all your strength, but there is no effect at all, you want to stimulate him, he will always be as stable as Mount Tai , Nothing can make him change color.

Before today, Shaoran always thought that Ning Yong's tenderness was the proof of loving him, but after today he realized that his tenderness meant nothing at all.

Because he is gentle anytime, anywhere, no matter what happens.

Only then did Shaoran finally understand why he had no resistance against Cheng Heng.

The warmth Ning Yong gave him was the same every moment. He who longed for safety and tranquility for a long time was moved and happy, but there was no ups and downs of emotion, but another kind of anxiety.

There is no jealousy, no strong possession, no passionate love, the heart is always beating on a frequency, which makes it easy to doubt whether he loves him or not.

Shaoran is still young, he is very young, and he was completely hit in the past. What he needs more is a strong love, a love that can wake his half-dead heart again.

He was full of guilt towards Ning Yong, because he thought that Ning Yong wanted to slowly infect and melt him with gentleness, and he kept hinting in his heart that Ning Yong really loved him, but the way was not what he hoped most.

But just now, he realized that even this was wrong.

Ning Yong didn't want to infect him or melt him, but he was used to it.

Because Shaoran was never used to contacting others proactively, he ignored many things. He knew nothing about the people Ning Yong knew, Ning Yong's circle of friends.

Shaoran in grief thinks that if he gets in touch with Ning Yong's friends, he will know that he is so gentle and considerate to everyone.

The more he thought about it, the closer he was to the brink of collapse. At this moment, Cheng Heng had already been left behind by him. The fact that Ning Yong didn't love him at all made him extremely painful. people.

An ancient phrase suddenly jumped into his mind: If you don't understand lovesickness in your life, you will only understand lovesickness, and you will suffer from lovesickness...

He kept torturing himself in his heart—in fact, this was absolutely right, this was God's punishment for him, he failed to be loyal to his feelings, so how could he have the right to ask Ning Yong to be loyal to him? !

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Ning Yong came to the room next to Shaoran and did nothing, but slowly sat down on the sofa, staring at the ceiling in silence.

After a while, the phone rang, but he didn't answer it. He finally pressed the answer button until the ringing was coming to an end: "Hello."

"Chairman, let me take the liberty to call, is there anything else I need to order?" A woman's voice sounded respectful.

"Thank you for your hard work. I suddenly want you to come to Hong Kong with me. Take a good rest today." Ning Yong greeted his subordinates lightly.

"Chairman, it's hard work, but the subordinates should spare some time to listen to the boss's troubles." There was a hint of a smile in the woman's voice, and she felt like she was enjoying herself while suffering.

Ning Yong raised his head, looked a little dazed, and asked in silence: "...Qianye, do you know why?"

The woman on the other side of the phone was very smart, and she was not bothered by the problem of Ning Yong's disconnection at all, and said sharply: "Chairman, you are too patient."

Ning Yong smiled wryly: "Who praised me back then, saying that I have excellent endurance and that I am a rare good boss?"

Chiba disagreed and said: "Patience is a must at work. You are the most tolerant boss I have ever met, and you are also the most shrewd boss. But for things like feelings, if you are too tolerant, something will happen."

"..."

"Chairman, my subordinates know that you know it in your heart, but you just want me to say it. You should do what you want. In fact, he can't leave you anymore. What are you worried about now?"

Ning Yong smiled lightly and replied: "You're right, he can't leave me, but Qianye, being inseparable doesn't mean he can't hate me."

"Chairman..."

"...I can never make him hate me."

"The subordinates understand that the funds will still be put into operation."

"It's good that you understand." After speaking, Ning Yong directly hung up the phone.

The author has something to say: To be honest, the relationship between Cheng Heng and Shao Ran, to be precise, is called seduction. Although Shao Ran’s willpower is not firm, he actually did not take the initiative to approach Cheng Heng. In comparison, Xia Mingyu's children's shoes in Chukuangli are really promiscuous (Wang Tian)

So (to fingers) Don't hate Shao Ran, he is still very pure and cute.

Tomorrow is [-] years old, I wish the girls a happy new year and become more beautiful every year~~