King's return

The door of the room was kicked open and then closed quickly, the milk was locked outside, and he was bored chasing his tail to play.

The small study room was full of wine bottles, and the whole bedroom was filled with the smell of wine. After smelling it for a long time, the dizziness became worse. Under the dim light, it became more and more ambiguous.

"Ahaha—"

Lin Yanxiu was pressed tightly on the big bed by Rong Jian, and his back was pushed deeply. Every impact made him scream out loudly.

He closed his eyes tightly, his handsome brows were also tangled, his chest kept rubbing the sheets back and forth, his naked body was covered with traces of passion and sweat.

"Lin Yan repairs his waist and raises it up." Rong Jian firmly held the man's waist and hips with both hands, and the smooth curve of his hips fit her perfectly.

The two people's heavy panting intertwined with the obscene sound of constant intercourse, surrounding the dimly lit bedroom.

"No, no way, Rong Jianwu..." Lin Yanxiu was so fucked up that he could barely speak, and could only spit out a few fragments of words amidst the waves.

After recovering his memory, Rong Jian was more wild and powerful on the bed than before. Lin Yanxiu's back half was almost lifted in the air by him, and he had no choice but to ups and downs in the rhythm of his manipulation.

"I'm going to die!" Lin Yanxiu's eyes were blurred and dizzy, his throat became hoarse, and he could only whimper softly, calling Rong Jian's name, "Rong Jian bastard ha woo"

Rong Jian panted hoarsely, bent over the man's back, and stimulated his eardrums with a magnetic voice: "Lin Yanxiu, you meow like a female cat in heat on the bed."

"Get out! Your sister's female cat hah—" The man pushed his most sensitive part, Lin Yanxiu trembled all over, his lower part was so hard that it swelled up, and Rong Jian's hot palm grasped it and teased him up and down , soon burst into tears.

"Don't, I'm going to kill me, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo——" Lin Yanxiu spoke incoherently, moaning with a crying tone, and tears overflowed from the corners of his flushed eyes.

"I can't bear it, it's going to be soon." Rong Jian gently licked off the teardrops at the end of his eyes with the tip of his wet tongue, his movements became more wild and forceful, and he sprinted heavily into the man's body, both of them trembled, and the bed sheet was immediately stained A large piece.

"Huh—" In the high fever, the two of them were covered in sweat, still entangled together like vines, and slowly calmed down their agitated breathing.

Lin Yanxiu, who was being fucked and crying again, felt deeply ashamed, and buried her head in the other's neck, refusing to raise her head no matter what she said.

"Lin Yanxiu..." Rong Jian gently stroked his hair.

"Hmph." He snorted muffledly, pinching Rong Jian's waist with his fingers.

"Lin Yanxiu"

"Scream, scream!"

Rong Jian said coolly, "Are you a 'fart'?"

"Go to hell!"

The current Rong Jian is not as easy to fool as before, he slapped Lin Yanxiu's upturned buttocks with a "slap", and smiled slightly: "Those who are so happy don't have the right to be stubborn."

"It's cool, sister, you fucking get down and let me do it!" Lin Yanxiu raised his head angrily, waving his hand as if punching him, but unfortunately he was caught easily by the other party.

"Wait 100 years and you won't be able to do that"

As Rong Jian spoke, he pushed his back viciously, Lin Yanxiu let out an "ah", and immediately fell limp into his arms, panting, "You, you bastard, I'll wait for you!"

"We'll have to wait at least half a year. Do you want Fang Tong to buy you a massage stick?" Rong Jian turned around suddenly, and started pumping again with a venomous tongue.

"Rong, bitch!"

"Uh-ha-no more-ahhh-"

……

After tossing and tossing until midnight, Rong Jian let him go and took a hasty shower. Lin Yanxiu was as tired as mud and slumped on the bed, not bothering to open his eyelids.

Rong Jian hugged the man from behind, sniffed him like a big dog, and curled up in a ball under the thin blanket.

"It's so itchy, are you a dog?" Rong Jian's hair clung to Lin Yanxiu's neck and cheeks, and he slapped it away unbearably.

"When dogs look at a piece of land, they will urinate and leave their own scent."

Seeing that Lin Yanxiu was still wearing that sexy vest, Rong Jian said as he calmly reached into it and ate tofu.

Blue veins popped out on Lin Yanxiu's forehead immediately: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Oh, I'll leave my scent on you so that you won't be coveted by other people after you go to the United States." Rong Jian raised his eyebrows calmly, treating men as his own personal belongings, so arrogant that he didn't blink his eyes of.

Lin Yanxiu's face turned red, and his heart began to bubble, but he still cursed and said, "Keep your sister, anyway, I smell like you all over me."

"Huh? Is it?"

"The smell of sweat!"

At dawn, the eastern sky gradually turned white.

In Lin's house, the two big men were still sleeping in each other's embrace, but Milk woke up early and got hungry after playing for a while, Pidiandian ran to squat outside the door of the master bedroom.

An hour passed with no movement.

Two hours later, there seemed to be rustling noises coming from inside, and the milk cheered up and meowed, ready to scratch the door with its paws.

But the movement in the bedroom grew louder and completely buried it.

From time to time, one or two strange calls came from inside, which seemed to be different from Lin Yanxiu's usual voice.

Nearly an hour later, Milk almost fainted from hunger, and finally waited until Rong Jian came out.

It jumped on it happily, only to realize that the unscrupulous owner was actually wearing nothing but a pair of trousers.

"Hungry?" Rong Jian picked it up with a hoarse voice.

He turned back to the man lying on the bed and said, "I don't know what time your plane is, but it seems to be almost noon now."

After that, he went downstairs to look for food with the milk in his arms, looking very happy.

After about a minute, there was an angry roar from upstairs: "Damn! Rong Jian, you did it on purpose! You missed the plane! You bastard!"

Rong Jian, who was drinking milk, picked out his ears and asked the little white cat, "Did you hear anything?"

"Meow?"

"Oh, no."

In the afternoon, Junjie arrived as scheduled, carrying two air tickets.

"Where's Boss Lin? Why didn't you see him?"

Rong Jian packed his luggage, stuffed the milk into it, and said casually, "He's lying in bed."

——If Lin Yanxiu heard these words, there would be another bloodbath, but unfortunately he was still lying on the bed, at least he couldn't leave today.

As if nothing had happened, Rong Jian asked again: "Can the milk be taken away?"

Junjie said speechlessly, "It's useless if you put it in a duffel bag. You can't pass through the security check, so you have to consign your pet."

"Oh," Rong Jian waved at it, "Come out, I'm so troublesome."

"Meow! >_<"

Jun Jie happily patted him on the shoulder: "Little boy, you will suffer a lot in the next six months, you have to be mentally prepared to be hit."

Rong Jian looked at him expressionlessly: "I was hit a lot more than you imagined, so you don't need to worry about it."

"That's good."

Rong Jian packed up his things, put the phone that Lin Yanxiu gave him, and hesitated for a moment, let the photos and piggy bank brought from the old house be silent at the bottom of the cabinet.

"Get up, bastard Rongjian! Get up, bastard Rongjian! You bastard—" The phone in his trouser pocket suddenly vibrated violently, and Lin Yanxiu's roar suddenly sounded, which startled Junjie.

"Your ringtone is so weird"

Rong Jian also said speechlessly: "I didn't set it up."

He looked down and saw an unfamiliar number displayed on it.

"Hey."

"Hello, is this Rong Jian?" A calm and pleasant male voice came from the phone, a little familiar.

The man then said, "I'm Shen Qin."

Slightly startled, Rong Jian asked coldly, "Is there something wrong?"

Shen Qin seemed to have a wry smile, and said in a deep voice, "Can we talk?"

"What do you want to say, just talk on the phone, I have something else to do." Rong Jian sat down on the sofa, teasing the cat with one hand idle.

Right now it was Rong Jian who was obviously saddened, and if someone else was to be replaced, the top management of Weta would have called in person, probably already happy and nervous, not knowing how to please, and to end the deadlock as soon as possible.

However, this guy Rong Jian is used to being arrogant, and it is absolutely impossible for him to bow his head to anyone, especially Shen Luotian.

If he hadn't had a slight liking for Shen Qin, he would have hung up the phone long ago.

Shen Qin's tone was slightly complicated: "For what happened that day, I apologize to you on behalf of my father. Those things hurt him too much back then, so I have prejudice against you. It is not your fault that caused today's situation. "

"As for the media's exaggerated reports, I have asked people to suppress them. After this rumor, it should calm down."

"As for your participation in the competition, my father is determined. Now I can't make the decision. If you were not poached from the OP because of the Red Wolf incident, this situation would not have happened. I am sorry."

"You don't have to worry, even if you can't play, I will compensate you in my own name"

"No need." Rong Jian interrupted him coldly, his face sank, "I appreciate your kindness, but I don't need it."

"Rong Jian, you—" Shen Qin was also a little angry at his ignorance.

"The future is in my own hands, and I will not be dominated by anyone. As for Vita, sooner or later, I will withdraw."

Shen Qin was stunned and silent for a while, then sighed: "Although I don't know where your confidence comes from, I still admire you from a personal standpoint."

Until the busy tone came from the phone, Shen Qin was still in deep thought.

Although his father hated Rong Jian deeply, after knowing the whole story of the year, he felt more sympathy for Rong Jian - after all, if it hadn't been for such an accident that caused the death of Ruoyin's mother and son, he would not have known that he Where should this step-son be placed?

Apart from sighing that the world is impermanent, what else can be changed?

Rong Jian closed the phone, feeling very calm.

Right and wrong, who can really understand except oneself?It is nothing more than self-righteous sarcastic talk of those who have nothing to do with themselves.

It's no use dwelling on the past, life has to go on, and people always have to move forward.

The current Rong Jian is very clear about what his goal is, what he wants, and everything in the future, he will firmly grasp it with these two hands.

The plane to Shanghai was at night, and before leaving, he had to go to a place first.

— Mother's grave.