loneliness meets loneliness

Mu's house.

At this time, the situation in the hall was similar to last time.

Qin Yifeng knelt on the ground, lowered his face, the light above his head formed a faint light and shadow on his cheeks, and his shadow formed a long black shadow on the ground, dragging behind him, giving him a somewhat lonely taste.

Mu Quyan sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, his right hand resting his chin, his chin lifted, his eyes lowered, with a haughty look on his face.

He opened his lips, opened his mouth slowly, and said arrogantly and coldly, "You don't need to have dinner tonight. If you are hungry, go pick up the trash."

Qin Yifeng's fingers slowly clasped the carpet next to him. He lowered his head and remained silent, as if tacitly acquiescing to the facts before him.

Mu Quyan stared at Qin Yifeng, his eyes gradually became sharper.

When I was a child who was abused by my mother and lived such a difficult life, you enjoyed it in a palatial mansion.

This is what you deserve, I just give you back the life that should belong to you.

Mu Quyan let out a cold "hum", stood up with his hands on the sofa, and walked slowly in front of Qin Yifeng, without lowering his head, lowering his eyes, looking down at Qin Yifeng who was walking.

Qin Yifeng lowered his head halfway, his black hair covered half of his face, but a forbearance was faintly visible.

He slowly stretched out one foot and put it in Qin Yifeng's hand. He turned his face away and looked out of the window with a calm expression, but he crushed his foot a few times before slowly retracting it.

His eyes swept over Qin Yifeng's face coldly, he exhaled a few quick breaths, and then he clenched his teeth and swallowed them forbearance, there was a look of pain between his handsome brows.

A few drops of sweat ran across his cheeks, rolled over his trembling Adam's apple, and flowed into his clothes along the curve of his skin, adding a touch of almost transparent charm to his skin.

Mu Quyan mocked coldly: "Your mother is a chicken girl, you are very similar to her."

That chicken girl, until she died, had been abusing herself, and she had been enduring it, because she was her own mother, but she was not her own mother, and she abused herself only because of her son Qin Yifeng.

Thinking of that woman, Mu Quyan gritted his teeth.

Qin Yifeng's fingers tightly grabbed a small piece of carpet under his body, he gritted his teeth, closed his heart tightly, and swallowed all the humiliation slightly.

Mu Quyan sat back on the sofa again, raised his long legs, and said slowly, "I've been thinking about how I'm going to torture you for the past few days."

He suddenly showed a lamenting expression, and said, "I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I can't think of a fun way, so I thought of a good place, which must be very suitable for you."

His mouth turned up in a happy smile.

At this time, another laughter came from the other end of the hall, which sounded youthful and hearty, with a pleasant and comforting appeal.

Mu Quyan's subordinates lowered their heads and reported, "Boss Han is here."

Mu Quyan nodded.

Following that laughter, the visitor slowly walked over.

someone is coming.

Getting closer and closer.

Qin Yifeng's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't have time to see who it was. He stood up desperately, and was about to run upstairs in a panic. How could he let strangers see him like this.

Due to kneeling for too long, when he stood up, his knees were a little sore, he didn't stand firmly, and fell down. Qin Yifeng subconsciously reached out and grabbed something beside him to hold him, and stabilized his body. Only when he caught it did he feel this. Things are warm.

There were a few drops of sweat on his forehead, and he touched it again nervously, it was soft, as if it was a person's leg, it was...

He slowly raised his head, and Mu Quyan's cold and sullen voice came from above his head.

Qin Yifeng saw Mu Quyan's cold face.

His lips opened and closed and said mocking words: "I haven't allowed you to stand up yet, why did you get up, and you still look stupid for fear of being seen by others, hum."

There was no warmth in his eyes, it was as cold as ice for a thousand years.

Qin Yifeng shuddered and frowned slightly, knowing that Mu Quyan hated him very much.

"Who told you to look at me like this." He raised his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and said dissatisfied.

Mu Quyan raised his foot to press on the top of Qin Yifeng's head, and knocked his head to the ground, just like the first time, making Qin Yifeng's body bend down too.

Qin Yifeng let out a muffled snort, his face was pressed close to the blanket, and he could see every dirty place on the blanket, in front of his eyes were Mu Quyan's shoes, and Mu Quyan was wearing boots , stepped on his head, very hard, a bit painful, like a heavy boulder, pressing down on him.

Mu Quyan's rough voice entered Qin Yifeng's ears, shaking his eardrums: "Kneel down, don't stand up!"

He gritted his teeth, and could only maintain this awkward posture. His body trembled slightly, and his breathing couldn't help being a little short.

"Mu Quyan, are you punishing your disobedient subordinates?"

At this time, the visitor had already come to the front, and Qin Yifeng seemed to feel that the other person was still bending over, looking him up and down curiously, examining him with eyes like watching a lively performance in the park.

This voice is very nice, it sounds like a young man before the age of 20~30, it has a special appeal, it sounds very pleasant, and it also has a bit of playfulness.

"No, he's my brother." Mu Quyan didn't move his foot away, but said it openly.

Qin Yifeng was startled, Mu Quyan actually said it out, his fingers clenched his palms, sweating more and more, he could feel the scorching sight behind him, making him feel hot all over, he really wanted to disappear immediately.

"Oh, this is Qin Yifeng."

The other party seemed to know Mu Quyan's situation very well, and immediately reported his name, and said it suddenly, with a very natural and pleasant tone, which made Qin Yifeng feel a growing sense of humiliation.

"If you keep stepping on him, he will be very tired. Your legs will also be tired like this. Let him go." The other party said, his tone was full of casualness and ease.

Qin Yifeng was taken aback. He thought that Mu Quyan's friends were all perverts like Mu Quyan, but at the same time, he also felt a little humiliated. He didn't want the other party to see his face, maybe he would recognize him when they met in the future.

Mu Quyan, who always disobeyed anyone, obeyed obediently, let go of Qin Yifeng, and moved aside in dissatisfaction.

Qin Yifeng straightened up slowly, and only then did he see the appearance of the visitor.

A young man was lazily sitting on the opposite sofa. He was wearing a long windbreaker and a classic checked scarf, giving him a gentle yuppie taste.

Qin Yifeng looked at him, and he happened to be looking at Qin Yifeng too.

He propped his chin and smiled slightly. He was very beautiful, and there seemed to be a warm feeling in his smile, which made Qin Yifeng feel inexplicably comfortable, like a spring breeze blowing in his heart.

"Hey, why are you staring at the boss all the time!" A dissatisfied protest sounded from the side.

Qin Yifeng was awakened, only to realize that there were two people.

Sitting next to the man was a young man with a round face, fair skin, and watery eyes, looking extremely immature. At this moment, he was staring at him fiercely.

Qin Yifeng was startled again.

He seemed to see something familiar in the boy's eyes.

Cruel and cold-blooded, mature and tough.

Seems like I've seen it before.

But he can't think of it now.

This bloody feeling obviously doesn't match the appearance of the young man in front of him.

"Qu Yan, you called me here today, is there something to do?" The man spoke, and there was an invisible charm in his lazy voice.

"Well, I think, send him to your male prostitute department, and teach him for a while." Mu Quyan opened his mouth slowly, and pointed at Qin Yifeng, the cold indifference spit out from his lips like ice cubes .

Qin Yifeng looked at Mu Quyan in astonishment.

He thought that no matter what, it was only in Mu Quyan's hands, and he could bear it.

However, he didn't expect Mu Quyan to let outsiders do this kind of thing. The good place he said before must be referring to this.

How could he...

If in front of other people...

Just thinking about it, Qin Yifeng shivered.

The man was not surprised at all, he seemed to be proficient, he picked up the teapot on the side coffee table and poured tea into the cup, as if he was very familiar with Mu Quyan.

He was not surprised at all and asked: "No way, he's your brother. You should know what's going on in my place."

Mu Quyan's hands gripped the fabric of his trousers tightly, he gritted his teeth, some images flashed through his mind, he paused for a while, and then said firmly again: "That's right, it's because of this that I trust you with confidence. .”

The man took a sip of tea and asked naturally and easily, "Do you need to put water?"

Mu Quyan raised his face, said slowly and carefully, "Boss Han, please don't show mercy just because he is my brother."

The conversation between these two people was as easy as selling an ordinary item. Qin Yifeng watched indifferently, pinching the fabric of his trousers with his hands, and a burst of anger rolled in his heart.

Fortunately, he thought this young man was nice just now, as if he was a nice person.

It turned out to be the same as Mu Quyan, except that he was a smiling tiger.

The man shrugged his shoulders, his eyes were playful, and he said helplessly: "Okay, since you have said so, I have no choice but to..."

"Hey."

Qin Yifeng interrupted the man's words suddenly, his tone was rough and full of anger.

The man was not angry, but greeted him with a smile, tilted his head and smiled exquisitely, and said, "What's the matter?"

With a sullen face, Qin Yifeng asked harshly, "Which nightclub do you run?"

Qin Yifeng knows all about the nightclubs in S City. He often goes there, but he rarely strikes up a conversation with others or spends the night with them. Just look at his clumsy skills when striking up a conversation with Lin Miluo ==

In fact, half of his purpose was to anger his father, probably, he was also angry because of his father's arbitrary behavior when he was 18 years old.

Everyone was stunned, and after a few seconds the air collapsed, the man burst out laughing, the laughter almost shook the ceiling of Mu Quyan, and the big men outside the door ran in in a panic and asked "what happened".

Qin Yifeng stood there awkwardly, he didn't know what happened.

However, he also felt a little strange, because this man was very unfamiliar, and there was no such person among the nightclub owners in S City he had met.

"Hey, who told me that my boss runs a nightclub!" The young man jumped up and yelled at Qin Yifeng angrily, and was about to charge up while waving his fists.

At this time, Qin Yifeng felt a gust of wind rushing towards his face, lifting the hair on his forehead, and he also saw a white thing shaking.

He knew that it was the boy's hand.

The boy's speed was so fast that he couldn't see clearly at all.

Qin Yifeng was stunned.

It seems that the murderous look seen in the young man's eyes just now is not an illusion.

This boy is not simple.

Qin Yifeng stood there, seemingly unable to hide, he felt as if his body could not move, and looked at the fist in front of him in fear.

"Jing Yan!"

With a hasty and violent voice, something flickered in front of Qin Yifeng's eyes. He saw the man stop the boy's hand, which seemed to be blocked in the middle of the boy's fist.

This man is even stronger.

Qin Yifeng shook his head and became a little more sober. He almost had the illusion of going to hell just now.

"Hmph." The young man seemed dissatisfied with why the boss stopped him, "hum", and moved his face to the side.

"I don't run a nightclub." The man continued to smile, and said softly like a flower, "Didn't Mu Quyan tell you that I am..."

Qin Yifeng listened.

"Han Nuo!"

Mu Quyan interrupted suddenly, his tone hurried.