I'm weak, I installed [Transmigration Book]

Lin Xi cried out in pain, Song Hanzhang barely regained his senses, and was almost led away by the nose by the voice.

He looked at Chun Leshui, and tentatively let go of the hand on Lin Xi's leg.

Chun Leshui had bitter rain and wind on his face, and Song Hanzhang didn't hear any sound.

He put his arms around Lin Xi's waist again. Lin Xi didn't wear pants because of Song Hanzhang's order. From Chun Leshui's perspective, he could see everything he should see and not see.

Working in a sensual place, the mb who sells her appearance in exchange for payment has never seen such a scene.

But man is an environmental animal, and his ability to integrate into the smoky environment does not mean that he can calmly lose all shame in front of a third party.

Especially this person has a pair of clear eyes like the sea.

He was afraid that he would tarnish the blue sea.

Lin Xi frantically tried to hold Song Hanzhang's hand, but was restrained by Song Hanzhang's hands cut behind his back. He flung himself into Song Hanzhang's arms, with his back to Chun Leshui, and his slender waist collapsed.

"Young Master Song." Lin Xi was still struggling.

Song Hanzhang turned a deaf ear to it.

Chun Leshui's pupils trembled, her eyes filled with panic and despair.

【Fuck, Song Gou's love is really on time! 】

[Think about the day. 】

【Is Song Hanzhang still okay? Is he still a man? 】

Song Hanzhang, who is not a man, tried his best to be calm, and he invited Chun Leshui in a hoarse voice: "Together?"

Chun Leshui: "..."

Chun Leshui almost didn't even keep his expression on his face. He expected that Song Hanzhang, a jerk with a brain, must have an impure purpose for calling him in, but he didn't expect that this bitch would not be satisfied with face-to-face NTR, and wanted to have a 3P?

He misses the day.

But he didn't want to date Song Hanzhang.

Moreover, Chun Leshui is subject to human design, he can be a fart.

He is now a cheap person, only to be raped.

He backed away in panic and hit the wall directly, his little face was pale with fright, and he shook his head repeatedly.

At this moment, the combination of Chunle Water and the human body is one, and every cell in the body is rejecting it.

Song Hanzhang's eyes never moved away from him from the beginning to the end, he stared at Chun Leshui closely, stared carefully at those eyes, the grief inside was as real as it could be.

There seems to be no regularity in the appearance of the voice in the ear?

He chuckled lightly, and said with sarcasm: "Don't you love me so much that you are willing to do anything? Why, you are not willing now?"

Chun Leshui stared in disbelief, tears rolled down his cheeks, he was short of breath, as if his reason was struggling with his feelings.

"Come here," Song Hanzhang said, "don't make me say it a third time."

Chun Leshui raised her feet slowly, as if she was afraid that she would really offend Song Hanzhang. Although she resisted, she still walked towards the bed according to his order.

Is there anything more cheap than unconditionally tolerating unreasonable demands from your lover?

He just loves him so much that as long as Song Hanzhang doesn't leave him, he can do anything.

Chun Leshui understands the truth, but even if he demands himself with a high standard of professional ethics, he has made no mistakes in his work in the past two years as a cheap shou. How to be more cheap" as the first criterion.

But he still can't understand.

Why would someone be in such an inferior position in love.

would be so willing to humiliate themselves.

Although he is very talented in acting, he still needs to constantly brainwash himself——

[If you love him, you should pamper him. 】

[He is just a 24-year-old child who doesn't understand love. 】

[One day he will see your devotion and sincerity... Shit! 】

【Steady Chun Leshui, hold on. 】

[It’s been so long, think about your future, fly out of the cage, open up the sea and sky, fish leap and birds fly.How can you say that Xiaoqinger is also your favorite style, with white skin, thin waist and long legs, and looks like a little white rabbit, this wave is not bad. 】

Even if the day is not coming, you can still eat tofu with your arms.

Chun Leshui comforted herself that there is no ethics to talk about in the paper man's world.

From a distance of a few meters, he looks like a mermaid princess who has just exchanged her singing voice for her legs. Every time he lifts his feet forward, he seems to be stepping on the edge of a knife. In order to get close to his sweetheart, every step is dripping with blood.

He is suffering.

If there were no voices that became clearer as he approached, Song Hanzhang might really think so.

There was no ups and downs on Song Hanzhang's face, but the unconscious tightening force made Lin Xi who was sticking to his chest painful, and even the voice of crying changed: "Song Shao, you hurt me."

[Song Gou is sick, why is he being so rude to the little white rabbit. 】

[Speaking of which, the waist of the little white rabbit is really thin...]

Chun Leshui regarded Lin Xi as an exquisite and attractive cake, thinking about where to place her mouth so as not to spoil the beauty of the cake, but did not notice Song Hanzhang's dark face.

If he hadn't heard Chun Leshui's inner voice, seeing him in so much pain and forcing himself, Song Hanzhang would have felt really happy.

But his pleasure is only based on forcing Chun Leshui to do things he doesn't want to do, just like the dog tied in the yard when he was a child, the chain is only so long, but Song Hanzhang always likes to put the food bowl on it, almost able to reach the place.

He likes to see these little things being held by his throat and grasped to the fullest.

But when the dog really tried to stretch its neck so that one day it could eat dog food by itself, Song Hanzhang lost all interest.

He only likes to see them struggle in his hands, but he doesn't like to see them get what they want.

Song Hanzhang's eyes were burning red with anger, he pushed Lin Xi out of his arms with a push of his wrist, and fell at his feet, Chun Leshui was also terrified in place like a frightened bird.

Song Hanzhang frowned and said, "Get lost."

Lin Xi got up and ran under the bed when he heard this word, but Chun Leshui didn't move. He smoked the professional ethics of dedication, and since he was playing a lowly subject, he had to stick to it to the end.

Chun Leshui glanced at Lin Xi who was rolling out of the door while putting on his pants, looked away reluctantly, and took a step towards the bed: "Hanzhang, are you alright?"

[What kind of moth is this fucking thing going to do? 】

【You are the one who wants a 3P, and you are the one who wants to get fucked. I have taken off my pants, and I have figured out what to do with my posture. Why don’t you tell me not to do it? 】

【Moody, I'm talking about you idiot. 】

[Fortunately, you didn't do it, you fell into a concussion and still fucked, then I really want to praise you for being physically disabled. 】

Song Hanzhang had a splitting headache, he grabbed the soft pillow next to him and threw it at Chun Leshui: "Get out!"

The lights in the bar were dim, and the music was deafening. Men and women of all colors cuddled in pairs in a small space smelling of tobacco, wine and perfume, and the tide was surging.

Song Hanzhang sat on the sofa in the deck with his long legs crossed, holding the wine glass to his lips with one hand, his eyes were empty and unfocused.

After bumping his head that day, the family doctor diagnosed him with a mild concussion and asked him to rest at home.

Because of Uncle Xu's personal care, he was forced to lie at home for a few days under the threat of telling grandpa.

In fact, the next day, Song Hanzhang's headache symptoms basically subsided.

There was only one sequelae left, he could hear Chun Leshui's inner voice.

Song Hanzhang is an atheist. He neither believes in ghosts nor in metaphysics. Apart from hearing hallucinations after bumping his head, he can't find any reason to explain such an outrageous thing.

So he took a moment to go to the hospital for a comprehensive examination.

Both CT and MRI showed no abnormalities in his brain, no hemorrhage, and no brain lesions involving the temporal lobe responsible for processing auditory information.

All in all, he is extremely healthy and has no fart problems.

If you have to use scientific reasons to explain it, it is true speech auditory hallucinations caused by psychological factors.

But is that really an auditory hallucination?

Can auditory hallucinations only target Chun Leshui?Can it be so logically equated with what he was doing at the time?

"What are you thinking about?" The thin and crisp sound made by the glassware hitting each other is not obvious in the noisy environment, but the slight vibration of the hand brought Song Hanzhang back to his senses. He raised his eyes and saw the single sofa next to him He sat down, and there were only a few transparent ice cubes left in the wine glass he had just touched.

"Come?" Song Hanzhang raised his head, and also finished the whiskey in the glass.

Pushing the empty wine glass onto the table, Jian Wen poured it for both of them, and Song Hanzhang tapped the table twice with his fingers as a thank you.

Jian Wen is the only one who can get this kind of treatment from Song Hanzhang.

He can be regarded as the only heart-to-heart among all of Song Hanzhang's drinking and meat friends. He is Song Hanzhang's childhood friend.

Jian Wen loosened his tie: "Recently I took over a new project, and there were a lot of things to do, so I finally got out." He looked at Song Hanzhang, "I still envy you, the old man is just such a baby, and the entire Song family will be yours from now on , and there is no need to earn performance and fight for family property.”

He smiled and swung his wine glass, running on Song Hanzhang: "Why do you think I didn't have a good pregnancy?"

Song Hanzhang touched him: "It's too late to be my son now."

Jian Wen snorted: "People say that the disaster will last for thousands of years, and I have to wait for you to die before I can inherit your family property, tsk... This business is not worth it."

He looked Song Hanzhang up and down: "How is your head?"

"Good morning." Song Hanzhang responded casually, raised his arms to put on the back of the sofa, and leaned lazily on it.

"Didn't you bring Xiaoqinger home, why did you bump your head?" Jian Wen teased him in a low voice, "Are you so violent?"

Song Hanzhang shook the wine glass, the brown liquid refracted the dim light that flickered from time to time, he said that it was hard to explain it.

After listening to him, Jian Wen laughed unceremoniously and presumptuously: "If you want me to say that you should thank Lin Xi, if it wasn't for someone pushing you this way, you would have been read to death by Uncle Xu."

Taking into account the old man's health, Song Hanzhang's asshole would not be stabbed in front of his grandfather even if Uncle Xu broke it, but he couldn't stand Uncle Xu's nagging, and just educating Song Hanzhang could make people go out of their bodies.

Song Hanzhang sneered, and said contemptuously, "Then shall I send him a pennant?"

If it weren't for this collision, he wouldn't need to be so upset.

Sensing his displeasure, Jian Wen joked: "What's the matter, isn't it so disgusting that your little wife is upset?"

"Don't mention him to me." Song Hanzhang put down his glass, "Disappointing."

Jian Wen raised her eyebrows, and searched around the bar for a prey she wasn't interested in: "Why did you choose such a bar?"

Even if the environment is average, there is not a single one to catch the eye.

It doesn't fit their young master Song's usually not the best but only the most expensive consumer aesthetics.

This bar was popped up temporarily when Song Hanzhang passed by: "If you are not satisfied, change to another one, the old place?"

"Trouble," Jian Wen thoughtfully, "Why don't you call your little girl named Lin Xi over to play."

What good thing could it be to talk to Song Hanzhang? Song Hanzhang knew what he was thinking as soon as he opened his mouth. Anyway, he changed his lover and changed his clothes.

He lowered his head to search for Lin Xi's contact information, but he never let Jian Wen go: "Why do you always want my people? Jian Wen, to be honest, do you have a crush on me?"

Ever since Jian Wen devoted himself to the Jian family business to earn performance in front of his father, he rarely had time to hang out with Song Hanzhang, but people always have some desires that need to be resolved, and asking Song Hanzhang for important people is the most convenient and quickest, after all, who I don't know that the young master Song Bao Xiaoqing'er's requirement is cleanliness.

Jian Wen looked at him with her chin on her hands: "If you are willing to be below, I can also consider it.".

Song Hanzhang: "Are you looking for a beating?"

Jian Wen: "Just kidding."

The door of the bar opened and closed, Jian Wen swept across the faces of the newcomers one by one, and was about to look away in a daze, but there was a sudden pause, the person in front walked away, revealing Chun Leshui standing at the door .

Even though he has seen Chun Leshui many times, Jian Wen will still be amazed by his beautiful face.

It's just that this person has a good-looking skin but is a dead-headed person. He only has Song Hanzhang in his heart, and Jian Wen doesn't like it because he can't pry it.

Also amazed were the people who came to hunt for beauty near the entrance. They all stopped their movements at the same time and locked their eyes on Chun Leshui.

In a matter of seconds, several people have approached to strike up a conversation, but Chun Leshui shook his head and rejected them all.He seemed to be looking for someone, and his eyes flicked across the different booths.

It's self-evident who he's looking for, Jian Wen doesn't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement, he touched Song Hanzhang's calf with his toe, and lifted his chin behind him.

Song Hanzhang turned his head: "Fuck, why did he come here?"

I saw Chun Leshui showing a bright smile to them, trotting over as if impatiently.

Song Hanzhang's face suddenly sank, but before he had an attack, the man who had been sitting back-to-back with him in the booth next to him suddenly got up and blocked his sight.

The man has broad shoulders and a thin back, with half-length hair tied casually behind his head. Under the dim light, only half of his face with smooth lines can be seen. His soft voice is as clear as a mountain stream: "Xiaochun."

The moment the man got up, Jian Wen's eyes were fixed, and he whistled interestingly.

And Chun Leshui's eyes are only on the person in front of him, even from the corner of his eye, he is stingy to look to the side. As long as he makes a wrong eye, he will definitely see Song Hanzhang, whose face is as black as the bottom of a pot.

He smiled cutely, the little mole in front of his eyes was smudged by the environment to make him look a bit seductive, when he ran in front of the man, he staggered a step, his body uncontrollably flung forward.

The man stepped forward, and Chun Leshui just fell into his arms: "Be careful."

[Wooooow, Chu Lin smells so good. 】

Chun Leshui reluctantly stood up straight, supported by Chu Lin, jumped to the edge of the sofa and sat down.

Song Hanzhang recalled that the family doctor did look at Chun Leshui's feet that day, but he was like walking on the ground at home.

Song Hanzhang's face turned dark again.

Chun Leshui knew nothing about the booth behind him.

When Chu Lin asked how his foot was, he turned his ankle lightly: "It's almost healed."

Chu Lin was worried, afraid that the blow just now would hurt his foot that hadn't completely healed again: "Let me see."

"It's really fine." Chun Leshui said while letting Chu Lin put her feet on his lap.

Jian Wen looked down at himself, if he hadn't been convinced that Chun Leshui loved him to death, he would have felt that the top of Song Hanzhang's head was a little green.

And Song Hanzhang's handsome face was green and white, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he was about to stab someone with a knife.

He almost crushed the wine glass in his hand amidst the extra voice in his ear.

[Quick, touch me!take pity on me! 】