You pervert! ! !

The rules of chess are simple.

The red chess pieces command chariots, horses, cannons and soldiers, while the black chess pieces control chariots, horses, cannons and soldiers, restraining each other and going their own way.

Whoever wins first, or who is so sleepy that the opponent has no strength to fight back, wins.

Yu Heng went directly to the commander-in-chief, leaving Zhao Chenghuai with both hands.

Extremely arrogant.

The weird situation on the chessboard made Zhao Chenghuai smile, and stretched out his hand to move the bishop.

Yu Heng retired.

Zhao Chenghuai went to Jinshi again.

You come and go, the situation on the wooden chessboard is completely different from before.

Chess crosses the river and walks the line, and the competition itself requires patience and time.

On the chessboard, Zhao Chenghuai is still able to handle the rounds of nine draws and six draws, and eight draws and nine draws by horses.

However, Yu Heng walked slower and slower.

Zhao Chenghuai picked up the black taxi and took a step, eating Yu Heng's red soldiers.

As soon as the chess was placed, he raised his head again, and his opponent was already resting his chin with his eyes closed.

"Yu Heng, it's your turn."

His gentle and calm voice scattered in the night, but no one responded.

"Yu Heng?"

"Huh?" Yu Heng opened his sleepy eyes, his mind was full of cotton.

Fortunately, he still remembered playing chess.

However, he frowned and stared at the chessboard, feeling that each of these black and red chess pieces looked about the same, such as Tianzi and Sunzi, they became a ball in his thoughts, turning into a black, black, red and red galaxy.

"If you're sleepy, we can play again tomorrow." The bad brother was understanding.

A game without quality is not fun to play.

It's a pity that Yu Heng was drunk and unusually stubborn.

"I'm not sleepy." As he said, his fingers hung in the air on the chessboard, lingering between the dark horse and the red figure.

After hesitating for a while, he suddenly smiled lowly.

"Yes, take my trick!"

He picked up the handsome and easily walked out of the Jiugong grid without realizing it, and pointed Jiang Shan and said: "Look, my handsome, if it falls here, you will lose your game."

Reasonable and evidence-based, direct violation.

The talent of a general can only move within the scope of the nine squares, and he actually took the general out of the nine squares, changing to any chess rules is tantamount to admitting defeat.

Yu Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, leaning on the sofa, admiring his amazing move.

Zhao Chenghuai looked at him silently, and said in a helpless voice, "You made a foul."

"No way!" He frowned, his eyes were so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, and he raised his hand to eat chess pieces, and muttered in a low voice: "I am handsome and look good, and horses eat pawns. If you don't have pawns, I am handsome and invincible!" gone."

As he said that, he picked up the handsome chess and was about to knock Xiang out of the game.

Suddenly, a pair of slender fingers stopped his movement, involuntarily took out the handsome man he was pinching with his fingertips, and silently put it back in the out-of-the-way seat just now.

"Shuai can't leave the Nine Palaces."

The lonely and handsome man, covered in blood red, fell on the outer line of the Nine Palaces, as if he was an abandoned child.

Zhao Chenghuai strictly emphasized: "You foul."

"foul?"

Yu Heng stared at the chess game, muttered to himself, repeating Zhao Chenghuai's words.

He leaned tiredly on the back of the chair, raised his hand to support his temple, "...I'll think about it again."

If it wasn't for his eyelashes flapping one by one, he would have closed his eyes not long after he finished speaking.

With such a handsome posture, it looks like a contemplative chess player, considering whether the move just now was a foul or not.

Zhao Chenghuai stared at him, watching Yu Heng's vision gradually dim, his arms supporting his temples dropped, and he fell asleep leaning on the comfortable sofa.

In the room, only the central air conditioner was running slightly, and the windows cut off all the hustle and bustle of the night.

Only Zhao Chenghuai's gaze, from bottom to top, is as sharp as a knife, lingering on the prey inch by inch.

The neck of Yu Heng's collar was open, showing clear veins.

The white skin covered the blood vessels, and it was impossible to see any traces clearly, but he could clearly feel the gurgling sound of blood under the skin.

To him, it was like a temptation.

It's as if the loser is open to everything without reservation, waiting for the winner to take whatever he wants.

"You lost." The voice faded into the night, announcing the end of this impromptu game.

Zhao Chenghuai stood up from the sofa and cast a dim shadow on the chessboard illuminated by the bright moonlight.

He leaned over slightly, and without much effort, he was able to support the armrest of the sofa, and looked down at Yu Heng from a height.

"Did I warn you what would happen if you lost?"

His cold voice slammed into the night, but no one answered, still stirring up a trace of excitement.

Zhao Chenghuai covered Yu Heng's thigh with his palm, and happily reminded: "I will cut off your son's toes."

The room was so quiet that only Zhao Chenghuai's voice, Zhao Chenghuai's sight, and Zhao Chenghuai's breathing were heard.

He said: "Of course, cutting off your left leg now seems to be very good."

The muscles covered by the trousers had smooth lines, and Zhao Chenghuai's palm couldn't help tightening due to the scorching heat.

Following the temperature, he moved upwards slowly, and held Yu Heng's arm falsely.

"Or, break your tendons."

The drunken man seemed to radiate the heat of alcohol everywhere.

He fell asleep peacefully, like a fish on a display board, ready to be slaughtered.

Under the hazy and dark shadows, Yu Heng's neck was bright red, spreading to the roots of his ears and cheeks, and the corners of his eyes were flushed, as if he was too fragile to withstand any damage.

Wherever Zhao Chenghuai's palm went, a wildfire burned, and the stimulation made his heart beat violently.

However, Zhao Chenghuai's gaze was always on Yu Heng's throat.

His neck is very thin, with a prominent Adam's apple, and a beautiful curvature.

Zhao Chenghuai stretched out his palm, and without much effort, he was able to encircle him.

The slight trembling of the throat and Yu Heng's pulse followed the palm of Zhao Chenghuai's heartbeat little by little.

He looked down at his fingers, and he only needed to tighten his fingertips. Those eyes, which were gently closed with drunkenness, would definitely look at him with fear and surprise at the last moment of his life.

Can only look at him.

Such thoughts became clearer and clearer, making Zhao Cheng's heart agitated.

If Yu Heng made a foul, he was the loser.

Whether he killed Yu Heng, cut off his hands and feet, or scratched the fragile skin with his bare hands and pulled out the bloody blood vessels and meridians, he deserved the reward.

He won it.

Zhao Chenghuai held his breath, lowered his eyes, and could see Yu Heng's broad forehead and handsome eyebrows, which condensed the unique charm of adults.

When he laughs and teases the little boy, his eyes are always clear about winning, he doesn't care about any clumsy little tricks, but there are always hidden loneliness and worries that Zhao Chenghuai can't see through.

At this time, Yu Heng seemed to have fallen into a peaceful dream.

A quiet and comfortable atmosphere exudes from the whole body.

In his calm and gentle breathing, Zhao Chenghuai suddenly wanted to see how he would beg himself to let him go when he suddenly woke up from his sleep and struggled to survive.

The wide palms pressed against the skin of the neck, Zhao Chenghuai was so hot that his fingertips trembled with excitement.

But before he tried hard, a strong reluctance rose in his heart.

He didn't want to part with those sly eyes, and the final emotion was fear before death.

It was even more reluctant for Yu Heng to die like this, leaving him alone to face such a lonely and boring world.

In the dark and silent night, Zhao Chenghuai slowly let go of Yu Heng's neck.

His slender fingertips touched Yu Heng's slightly parted thin lips, thinking of a way to get the best of both worlds.

"Just cut off your tongue."

Zhao Chenghuai's voice was clear and shallow, with a smile.

The deep eyes are as bright as stars in the night, and they are super vindictive, "You will never say anything that provokes me again."

The doorbell of "ding dong ding dong" shattered the tranquility of the room.

As if disturbed, Yu Heng leaned to the side, and the corner of his lips brushed against the hard fingertips, causing a burst of discomfort.

He frowned annoyedly in his sleep, and stretched out his hand to scratch the itch.

And Zhao Chenghuai stood up straight, his eyes slowly turned from Yu Heng's face to the noisy door, as sharp as a knife.

The doorbell made a persistent noise.

A familiar voice followed the doorbell, "Yu Heng, are you asleep?"

Ye Shaoyang settled down the drunk President Lin, and looked at Yu Heng's situation without worry.

Yu Heng said he didn't know how to drink, but he drank two bottles abruptly.

His cheeks were flushed, and he was a little delirious when speaking. If Mr. Lin hadn't passed out from drinking, he would have personally sent Yu Heng back to his room to rest.

The doorbell rang twice, but still nothing.

Ye Shaoyang yelled, feeling a little panicked.

It's not that he never died of suffocation after drinking, and it's impossible for him not to see Yu Heng safe and sound——

The door suddenly opened.

Yu Heng's young assistant showed beautiful eyebrows and opened a gap in his face calmly.

Ye Shaoyang remembered that his name was Yu Heng sent by Xiao Zhao.

"Is Yu Heng okay?"

"Ah."

"he has slept?"

"Ah."

Zhao Chenghuai usually looks gentle and friendly, but at this moment his answer is quite perfunctory.

A pair of deep and dark eyes even raised obvious irritability, cold and stern eyes, unabashedly wishing Ye Shaoyang to get lost.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while, Ye Shaoyang felt the young man's hostility, and stared at him until the hairs on his back in the windy night.

He didn't know Zhao Chenghuai well, but he knew that Yu Heng trusted this young brother very much.

Bring the child to the younger brother, and take the younger brother wherever he goes.

Even if it was a celebration banquet that was not suitable for the little brother to run around, Yu Heng told Ye Shaoyang seriously.

He wants to drink less and socialize less, because he has an appointment with Zhao Chenghuai at night.

Can't miss the appointment.

Ye Shaoyang suddenly thought of the phrase "can't miss the appointment", and his face was very good-looking for a moment.

The mood is wandering back and forth in "Fuck, my God, isn't it?"

"The two of you..." He tentatively asked, "There is only one bed inside, do you want to change the standard room for you?"

Zhao Chenghuai supported the door frame, his face was filled with evil and ferocity of being disturbed.

He teased and laughed: "Is it necessary?"

Hearing this, Ye Shaoyang was taken aback.

The well-informed Mr. Ye maintains the clarity of an adult even when he is drunk.

He glanced at the dark and ambiguous room, and pushed his glasses with an embarrassed smile.

"Oh, good night sweet dreams."

The author has something to say: Yu Heng: "Oh, good night and sweet dreams", if I get scammed by someone, no one will know!

Zhao Chenghuai: Who told you to foul.