ultimate hunting

Zuo Chuanze noticed that his eyes stayed on him for too long, so he slightly opened his eyes and looked at him, and the corner of his mouth brought back his usual bad smile, "Why, I can't decide on you, are you disappointed? "

Song Zhe said helplessly, "Does the next sentence say 'since you are lost, lie down quickly'?"

Zuo Chuanze stretched out a hand from under the quilt and pinched his chin, smiling very wickedly, "What do you think?"

Song Zhe looked at him with a smile, his eyes slowly moved from his small arm to his collarbone chest, and he couldn't help leaning closer to that side. The feeling of skin-to-skin contact made him very comfortable. He pulled his hand and put his head Sternly, he lowered his head and kissed her. He kissed very seriously and carefully, letting his breath penetrate into his body inch by inch, tender and lingering.

Zuo Chuanze closed his eyes and did not stop it. The rain outside the window became heavier, and he could clearly hear the sound of rainwater hitting the floor-to-ceiling windows. Gradually, it seemed that only this sound was left in the whole world. Just like that night.

But different from last time, he stretched out his hand to hook Song Zhe's neck to deepen the kiss, feeling the temperature from this person, his heart was peaceful, this time it was different.

Song Zhe's lips moved slowly and slid down to his ear and kissed him. Not surprisingly, he noticed the man's uncontrollable trembling, so he leaned into his ear and whispered, "I want you, why not?" manage?"

Zuo Chuanze stretched out his hand to push him even if he didn't want to, "Go find someone else when you're in heat, don't come to me."

Song Zhe easily held his hand, kissed him again, bit his lips and said, "I just want you, not others."

Zuo Chuanze stared at his close eyes and asked, "I've always wondered why you insisted on tying me back in the first place. What standard do I meet for you?"

Song Zhe said with a smile, "Fantastic and exquisite, I like to collect such things."

Zuo Chuanze asked with interest, "What if you find someone who meets this standard better than me?"

Song Zhe replied without thinking, "Of course I tied it back for collection."

Zuo Chuanze chuckled, "So I'm not the only one."

"No, you are the only one," Song Zhe looked at him, stretched out his hand to pick up a strand of his hair and slowly played with it, and said with a smile, "I don't love my collection, I just like it, but I love you, The nature of the two is different."

Zuo Chuanze evoked a playful smile, "Song Zhe, what would you do if one day I died?"

"What will I do..." Song Zhe thought for a while and said, "I will freeze your body and stay with me for the rest of my life."

Zuo Chuanze laughed, "I really thank you for not planning to soak me in formalin."

"I don't like that smell," Song Zhe smiled and kissed him again, kissing him thinly, his hands began to slowly move and knead, and whispered, "I want you."

Zuo Chuanze lay on his back on the bed, feeling the temperature of his body, maybe it was because the faint tea fragrance from Song Zhe's mouth paralyzed his nerves, maybe it was because the sound of rain outside the window made his thoughts drift a little far away, maybe it was just his own innocence. I really want to make those constantly rotating pictures in my mind blank.

He said slowly, "Record it in the account, and I will ask you to do the calculation later."

Song Zhe said with a smile, "Okay." He kissed again, his movements gradually changed from gentle to intense, and the strength of his hands also began to increase.

A moan escaped from Zuo Chuanze's throat, and the central part was held by his slender hand.

Song Zhe rubbed slowly, noticing the changes in his hands and the heavy panting of the person under him, he stopped immediately, got up and looked down at him under the warm light, watching his fair skin dyed a light pink due to lust , praised, "You are so clean that you don't even have a single mole."

Zuo Chuanze couldn't help but glared at him when he couldn't vent, "Hurry up if you want to do it, change someone if you don't do it!"

Song Zhe looked down at him, his coquettish eyes had a layer of soft water vapor, his lips that were lacking in blood color were extremely rosy because of the kiss just now, and there was a new hickey on the delicate collarbone.

"You are a scourge..." Song Zhe murmured in a low voice, letting himself sink down.

Soft groans and gasps sounded slowly accompanied by clear and rhythmic bells, which were also mixed with extremely intense impact sounds. Song Zhe hugged him tightly the moment he was released, and whispered in his ear , "Actually, you can try to trust me once in a while, I won't leave you alone again..."

Zuo Chuanze was panting violently, his mind went blank the moment he rushed to the peak, there was no picture left, no picture appeared anymore, he took a few deep breaths, and suddenly heard what this person said, It's just that Song Zhe hugged him before he could reply, with his back pressed against his chest, and he slowly sat on him with his waist pressed down.

"Song Zhe," Zuo Chuanze panted, "you don't have to push an inch... um..." Before he could finish his words, Song Zhe pressed him down abruptly, directly touching the deadly point, and he couldn't help trembling Trembling.

Song Zhe kissed his neck, and suddenly asked with interest, "What will you do if I die?"

"Set off firecrackers," Zuo Chuanze said fiercely in a hoarse voice, "flashing corpses."

Song Zhe sighed softly, "He has no conscience." He turned his head and kissed him.

Zuo Chuanze was aroused by him again, so he also stretched out his hand to hook his neck and kissed him fiercely, as if they were really in love.But Song Zhe knew that this person who has always been strong and used to it was just trying to grab something at this moment, like a person who has been drowning for a long time. The straw still can't help but want to reach out and grab it. This is just a temptation, and he will never hold on to it without ensuring that it is really foolproof.

He would rather sink forever than pin his hopes on someone.He may have believed in the Black Banquet, or he may have believed in no one but himself.

The ambiguous voice didn't stop until the middle of the night, and Zuo Chuanze passed out again in the end, Song Zhe cleaned him up and hugged him contentedly, and fell asleep.

The next day Song Zhe woke up very early, but Zuo Chuanze hadn't woken up yet. He looked down, got up carefully, washed and dressed, and after all this was done, this person was still sleeping.Song Zhe thought for a while, before this person passed out last night, he had signs of turning his back on him. When he woke up, he would probably rush over and fight him. After all, this person's sudden brain twitch last night does not mean that he still has a brain twitch today. .

So he finally considered and made a very unkind decision, which was to leave him and walk alone.Of course, he couldn't leave in vain. Before he left, he didn't forget to call this person's subordinates and explain to him before leaving in satisfaction.

The driver sat in the driver's seat respectfully and waited for him to speak. Song Zhe hung up the phone and called his subordinates. After everything was ordered, he said to the driver, "Go to the pier, go back to the island and take a helicopter to Europe. .”

"Yes."

So when Zuo Chuanze woke up with a sore back and a sore back, the culprit who caused him to be like this had disappeared without a trace.

"..." Zuo Chuanze gritted his teeth for a while facing the empty room, and slowly squeezed out two words from between his teeth, "Asshole."

He rubbed his waist and got up to wash up. After cleaning up, he opened the door and prepared to leave. Lang Chi was standing outside the door respectfully at the moment. When he saw him coming out, he froze at first, then passed the note in his hand, and said, "Master, this is for you from Mr. Song." Seeing that Zuo Chuanze took it, he took a few more glances at his exposed skin. He didn't even have the strength to roar angrily, and wept silently from the bottom of his heart. I was eaten again... I was eaten again... I, I, I have no face to go back, no face to go back... But then again, why does Song Zhe always succeed?Could it be that the technology in bed is too good?Lang Chi cried until the end and began to speculate with great interest.

Zuo Chuanze naturally didn't know what his subordinates were doing in YY, if he knew, maybe he would solve Song Zhe together when he solved it, and then bury these two people together, let him experience Song Zhe's skills for himself.He looked at the note, which contained an address and a line saying that a suit of clothes was ordered there for him to remember to pick it up.He thought about it, and remembered that Song Zhe seemed to have mentioned that he would introduce an embroidery master to him. He was quite interested in this. Anyway, he had nothing to do now, so he threw the note to Lang Chi and ordered, "Go here."

"Yes." Lang Chi stopped thinking, and respectfully followed him out of the hotel.

Half an hour later, Lang Chi sat in the driver's seat, stretched out his hand tremblingly and rubbed his eyes, glanced at the address in his hand, then looked up at the shop in front of him, rubbed his eyes again and looked again, trembling Turning around, "Master, master, it's here..."

Zuo Chuanze got out of the car and walked forward. Then he looked up at the signboard in front of him. When he saw the words Shroud Store, he paused slightly, and then stepped in.

The shop owner is an old man in his 60s. When he saw him enter the door, he immediately bent down and took out a piece of clothing and handed it respectfully, "Sir, the clothes you want."

Zuo Chuanze froze for a moment, stretched out two fingers to pick it up and looked at it, the patterns on it were quite exquisite, but he looked at the clothes that fit him visually, he thought he might be tricked by Song Zhe Yes, the reason is to avenge the M outfit he gave him.

Seeing that he was looking at his clothes, the old man went to do other things, and then walked out through the back door for some reason, and then there was a sound of an engine from the back door, and the sound gradually faded away...

So when Zuo Chuanze came back to his senses, he was the only living person left in the store. His subordinate Lang Chi had been standing outside the door, lying on the door frame, only showing his eyes and looking in, trembling. Did not dare to come in.

"..." Zuo Chuanze was silent for a while, and then slowly uttered two words, "Asshole."

He threw away the clothes and was about to go out, but when he reached the door, his footsteps paused, and Hei Yan's gentle voice sounded in his head: Ze, I planted a bomb in your body.

This sentence stayed with him for many years, soaking deep into his body like a curse, and gradually became a nightmare, a nightmare that would die at any time before being driven mad by the blood in his body.

He looked back at the dress again, finally picked it up and walked out leisurely, and leaned against the car door to make a phone call before getting in the car.

Song Zhe had just stepped off the yacht and walked towards the villa on the island. He was very happy when he received the call, and said with a smile, "Are you awake?"

"I woke up a long time ago," Zuo Chuanze leaned on the car door and threw the clothes in his hands to Lang Chi, who had been in horror since he walked out of the shop, and said to the phone, "Song Zhe."

"Ok?"

"In the future, if you freeze me, don't wear my red dress," Zuo Chuanze said viciously, "just wear that shroud for me."

There was silence for a moment before Song Zhe sighed, "You are so cruel." This man wanted him to recognize the fact that this man was dead every time he saw the shroud on his body every time he visited him. , so that he can't even dream or deceive himself. For a person who loves him, doing so is undoubtedly the greatest cruelty.

"Who told you to make me unhappy," Zuo Chuanze smiled happily, "That's it, just don't forget it, hang up, ah, wait, and if you can wear it when I burn paper every year." That M outfit I gave you, even if I die, I will die in peace."

He hung up after finishing speaking, smiled happily, and ordered, "Go, go back to Fengmo, we should go to Europe."

Lang Chi looked at the shroud in his hand again in horror, sobbed, "Yes."

Zuo Chuanze got in the car and looked at the shop, and suddenly said, "Well, go back and find someone to change this shop to sell longevity locks, and I will accumulate some virtue."

Lang Chi choked again, "Yes."

And at this moment, on a certain flight from S City International Airport to Europe, a manager who had just escaped from the entanglement of fans was choking a superstar by the neck, and had been choking for a long time.

"Zuo Anjun!" The manager growled in a low voice, gritted his teeth, "Next time you talk so outspokenly, I will die at your hands sooner or later. Instead of letting you kill me, I might as well just kill me now." Die with you! Aww!! I want to die with you!!"

"I'm going to die... I'm really going to die... Let go, let go..."

Sitting next to them, the boss of the global security organization who also encountered a fan entanglement, looked at the convulsion duo in front of him with a blank face, and looked at the protection object of his new mission who was pinched and almost rolling his eyes. I couldn't help but want to reach out and touch my forehead, how did this idiot named Zuo Anjun throw his subordinates away in the first place? !

"Quick... let go..."

"Don't let go, I will strangle you to death today!"

"..."

The silver plane carried the three of them in different moods, soaring into the sky gorgeously, and flew towards Europe.