prince and his shield

"what"

David's ears were hot, looking at the people who were lifting weights and doing squats.His eyes swept over his tensed calf muscles and the waist and abdomen that were exposed from time to time, and his throat was dry.

砰

After the barbell hit the ground with a muffled heavy sound, it was followed by short breaths.

"What's next?" The man in a loose black vest and a pair of shorts grabbed the mineral water bottle next to him, opened it and took a sip.

Davy breathed heavily and watched the movement of his neck back.

Like a fragile swan, it is showing its slender neck.It can be held in one hand and broken.

Pale, delicate, and very cool in temperature.

"Yeah." The drinker looked sideways at him.

Long eyes, with eyeliner, looks charming from any angle.

Be inviting yourself as well.

Yes, yes, you are inviting yourself

He was always so beautiful, always short of breath after a workout, showing his frail neck and sweaty collarbone to himself.

Always wearing a baggy tank top, always so alluring.

He must be inviting himself.

He must have been waiting for himself to strike.

"Coach Turner"

"Roy" His eyes were red and his body was hot.

He could see the next scene of them biting each other, rolling on the yoga mat behind them, bumping hormones wantonly.

The person in front of him would pant and breathe more clearly, then tense his neck, and looked at himself with those eyes.

What a beautiful scene, what a maddening sight.

""

"Roy, I love you." David reached out and grabbed his wrist, breathing hotly, and immediately wanted to grab those lips that seemed to be smiling, "Roy, I"

"Ah!" There was a sharp pain in his throat, and David screamed and knelt down on the ground.

He was sweating from the pain, and looked up at the condescending man "Roy"

The person in front of him slowly raised his foot and stepped on his shoulder, the soles of his feet without shoes showed a strange low temperature, "Well, what did you say just now?"

"Roy," David was trampled down by the terrible force.

"I did not hear it clearly"

The murmuring voice is the gospel of the angels.

He stepped on himself, his eyes were cold

No, no, it was a look that concealed enthusiasm.

ah his roy

his supreme lover

Half an hour later, New York police kidnapped a man who had been beaten into a pig's head from a private club.

"Mr. Turner, may I ask that you were beaten by Royston Bowen?" Yu Ji didn't know how to get the news, stepping on his high heels, he broke through the police's defense line neatly, and put the microphone in front of the pig's head.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" the pig head mumbled a few words, and saliva and blood flowed from his mouth.

Yuji quickly withdrew his microphone, was pushed away by the police, and said to the camera behind him, "As we can see, a week ago, the special fitness trainer who made a high-profile announcement on Twitter that he had accepted Royston's offer was picked up by Roy The unilateral beating by Ston was appalling."

"Celebrity Roy"

Before she could finish speaking, the big man carrying the camera gave her wild winks.

She turned around for no reason, and was facing the face of a man with a wide headband.

The black hair on the forehead is slightly damp, and the rose red irises are gorgeous and deep.The white marble-like skin seemed to be glowing.

The corner of his lips curled up to one side, and he slowly bent down until he was at eye level with her, "What's wrong with celebrity Roy?"

The voice was cool, spit out from the petal-like mouth, as if there was an ambiguous hint.

The female entertainment reporter's heart was beating wildly, she swallowed her saliva, and her mouth stammered "Luo Luo"

"Hmm." The man took half a step, leaned closer, and spoke softly.

With a smile, he touched her chin gently with his hand, and lifted his fingertips hard, slightly.

"Roy" he asked.

The female entertainment reporter's brain was completely deprived of oxygen, and the camera behind her uncontrollably aimed directly at the uncanny beauty and couldn't move away for a long time.

Waiting for the police car to leave with the pig-headed man, the female entertainment reporter was pushed and shoved by the crazy crowd before she came back to her senses.

But at this moment, there was no sign of him at the door of the clubhouse.

The police, the man who was beaten into a pig's head, and the man who looked like God came to him that day.

In the dense traffic, an unremarkable black van was driving towards the suburbs of Manhattan.

In the car, the man who had just caused a large-scale commotion was lazily nestled in the car seat, his eyelids had to be closed, and he was on the verge of falling asleep at any time.

"There are no suitable people in the city anymore." The woman sitting in the co-pilot was wearing an alizarin red suit, black-rimmed glasses, and spoke clearly.

"Then no more." Royston covered his mouth and yawned.

"Royston Bowen, you sneaked out to eat at five restaurants yesterday. You ate all the desserts, and you ate an 8-inch cake when you came back." The woman lowered her voice.

Royston's slack eyes gathered, and he thought, "Well, the taste is too bad, but it's very filling."

"You're going to have the opening and finale next month, are you planning to come to the collapse show?" The woman pushed up her glasses.

"Then don't go."

"" The woman closed her mouth and opened it again to bypass the topic, "You need plenty of exercise."

"Well, didn't I exercise?" Royston squinted at her, eyes watery from yawning.

"Is it my fault for being favored by others?" Royston laughed, leaning his head on the car window and looking at her.

Even if a woman has been with him for five years, she still can't get used to this close-range beauty crit.

If she hadn't seen the true face of this person with her own eyes, she wouldn't have lasted so long even if she was killed.

The woman thought about the coach who was beaten out of shape, and held on to her glasses, "I will continue to look for suitable candidates. In the past two days, you should control your appetite."

Royston let out a casual oh.

"There's a party invitation from Stark." The woman looked down at the tablet in her hand and turned it over.

"Don't go."

The woman looked up, "It's not the first time Stark has invited you, you can't keep showing face."

Royston sniffed, his eyes were about to open, "Sleepy, don't go."

The woman shook her head, took out her mobile phone, and politely declined Stark's invitation.

"Not coming again" in the center of Manhattan, in the Stark Tower, the bearded man with honey-colored eyes looked at Happy and raised his eyebrows.

"They said they were working out of town." Happy shrugged his shoulders.

"Hu" Tony sat on the chair and turned around, looking at the headlines that popped up on the monitor on the desk.

Supermodel Royston Bowen breaks crew into police station for third time this month

Regardless of the third time this month, even the idea of ​​breaking into the police station is subtle.

Didn't it go to the hospital, it's actually the police station

Since its birth, its popularity has gradually surpassed itself.After that, as an Iron Man, no matter what he did, he would be overwhelmed by the news of this model.

He doesn't care once or twice, but it's like this every time, which makes him very concerned.

He wanted to see this person who was born out of the blue and burned Manhattan, no, or most of the entire United States at a terrible speed, but he was rejected again and again.

Counting this time, this person has rejected himself for the sixth time, right?

Tony had to admit he was intrigued, whether Royston meant it or not.

"Happy, let's go. Let's meet this famous person in person." Tony got up and stood up straight.

"Yes."