Looking forward to the stars

He was in a sleepy mood, looked down at the road, and didn't notice if there was anyone in front of him. A pair of men's feet suddenly appeared under the umbrella, blocking his way. With a rough face and a crappy gentle smile on his face:

"Excuse me, are you Zhanchen?"

In this rainy alley with no one in the front and back, a person suddenly appears and asks your name. If you don't think about it carefully, you will naturally be a little more vigilant.

"No, did you recognize the wrong person?"

"Oh, it's like this..."

As the man said, he already held a square cloth handkerchief in his hand, and raised his hand to cover Zhanchen's face.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Zhanchen clearly wanted to hold him hostage, so he threw his umbrella over to resist, turned around and ran away, but he knew that there was not only one person coming, and when his accomplice saw that one move was not going to work, the other two jumped out from the left and right alleys, alternately rushing back and forth Coming up to grab his shoulders, Zhanchen walked through the rain, using his wet clothes to lubricate him, he swam around him like a fish, lifted the arms trying to block his way, and quickly rushed out of the encirclement.

Seeing that he was about to escape into the human zone, the gangsters became irritable. One of them was furious and rushed to catch up. With a distance of one person in between, he threw himself forward, grabbed Zhan Chen's foot with both hands, and ran quickly Suddenly being caught by his heels, Zhanchen fell forward like a bamboo pole blown down by a storm, making a muffled bang in the rain.

The man was caught, the task was completed, and a man who caught up later said in a loud voice:

"It's really troublesome."

Another person kicked Zhan Chen's side, but there was no response.

"Hey, get up, don't try to play tricks."

Zhan Chen was still lying on his stomach, and the bright red blood melted and flowed out in the rain. The three of them were surprised and turned him over. His forehead was bleeding continuously, and he was unconscious. The three of them panicked. He wanted to take it back unscathed, but now there was a hole in his head, bleeding profusely, and the person pulling Zhanchen was already trembling with fright.

Among them, the older ones made up their minds.

"Stop the bleeding first, let's go."

Picking up Zhanchen and carrying it on his shoulders, he quickly walked sideways into the parking alley.

The rain fell heavily again, diluting the blood dripping in the potholes, bright red, like a small coquettish red blood pool, separated and separated in the rain, surrounding a small protruding point.

Feng Fan returned to the castle of the Glock family in Curowa, Mexico a week ago to celebrate his 28th birthday.

In the resplendent, elegant and noble hall, there were a lot of cups and cups, and the birthday party was not very grand. Only my relatives, uncles and some friends of his father's family were invited, but there were also some uninvited business people and senior political officials who came here uninvited.

There was a lot of noise in the hall, and the guests whispered to each other, each with their own ghosts.

Feng Fan stood on the balcony on the second floor with a delicate goblet in hand, staring coldly at these sanctimonious hypocrites.

Someone came up behind him and stood shoulder to shoulder with him, with a stern voice and a hoarse voice.

"I know you don't like it, and you avoid it, so my father asked me to accompany you."

This man who looks three points similar to Feng Fan is his elder brother. He has half father and half mother. Although his appearance is different, the unruly and wild cheetah temperament of the Locke family has been inherited by the two. His elder brother is more like a beast than him, cold Bloodthirsty and ambitious, although he is the eldest son, he doesn't please his father. Compared with Feng Fan's ruthless and well-measured calmness, he admires the second son more. Therefore, Feng Chengcheng has a grudge against Feng Fan. On the surface, he is a brother and a friend , but in fact secretly turbulent, looking at each other is not pleasing to the eye.

Indulging in the whole night, Feng Cheng was infected with the wind and cold, his throat was smoky, and speaking with his throat pressed was like a machine scrubbing.

"I have prepared a birthday present, I think you will like it."

With cruelty hidden in his eyes, he looked indifferently at the clique-forming upper-class people below, he casually shook the bright red liquid in the glass, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and raised his head to look at Feng Fan.

"It's beautiful, if it's a little chipped, but I'm sure you don't mind."

With a sinister smile, he leaned close to Feng Fan's ear and blew:

"You'll know when you go to your room, remember to thank me."

Feng Fan has been silent. For Feng Chengcheng, normal conversation with him is like fighting on the battlefield. Only sharp words can make progress in two phases. Feng Fan is tired of the life of fighting against each other and never being peaceful. Since Eisen's death, he decided to stay in Beijing , there is the other end of his peaceful life, and then calling that stubborn little guy over to accompany him is enough.

Before the party was over, Feng Fan went back to his room. Since he was 18 years old, Feng Cheng's birthday present every year has always been a beautiful boy. My only man.

Feng Fan opened the door, and sure enough, another poor boy was picked by him. Feng Fan didn't particularly like sex, and he gave away all the gifts from previous years.When there is a physical need, find a MB boy to do it once and let it go, and the service fee is also high. After all, people in this industry are not voluntary.

Feng Fan glanced at the door. The boy was lying on the bed with his chest exposed and covered with a thin blanket. He turned on the light, but the boy didn't get up. Small boys also flinch and move.

He had already walked to the bedside, and a familiar face came into view, unknown to be under the light, the already fair face looked even whiter like a wing, as if it would disappear if touched.

Zhanchen.

It's no wonder that Feng Cheng is full of ambitions. The person who was peeping at the villa that night was sent by him to monitor his eyes. Zhan Chen's information may have been investigated long ago, so he was brought here from Beijing this time.

"Feng Cheng, you want me to fight with you that much?"

The jet-black pupils were so deep that they were purple, sharp as a sword, as if they wanted to pierce the person in front of him.

Zhan Chen snorted lightly, as if he was about to wake up.

Feng Fan's attention returned to Zhan Chen, his eyes were cold.

Dizzy and in pain, confused, Zhanchen struggled to open his eyes, he still remembered that someone was going to take him away, and then his forehead hit the ground, a sharp pain, and he lost consciousness.

At that time, the three people were panicked, and they just stopped the bleeding hastily, because it was close to the root of the hair, so it was not easy to detect.

"How can you break the gift for your brother?"

It was a pity for him, but there was a coldness from hell in his eyes, as if the blood in his bone marrow would be sucked out if he was caught by a glance, and he personally saw that the man chopped off the man's hand and did not heal Zhan Chen, just in time You can see how big this person is in Feng Fan's heart.

When Zhan Chen was hit, the wound was not big, but deep. He lost a lot of blood. He was in a coma for a day. Now that he woke up, his eyes seemed to be separated by a layer of membrane. He tried his best to close his eyes, and Feng Fan's face gradually became clear. When he got up, he looked around weakly, and finally looked back at Feng Fan, his voice hoarse.

"This is where?"

Although his head is dizzy, he can still think. Taking a look at the interior design wall decoration, which is a typical European classical style, he is almost certain that it is not in China; the person who kidnapped him is not Feng Fan, he does not need to do this; The person was him, one was because Feng Fan saved him, and the other was because someone wanted to send him to him.

Feng Fan looked at him, no emotion could be seen on his angular and handsome face, no answer, no expression, Zhan Chen felt a little cold, his heart seemed to be stuffed into the softest part of him, he couldn't pull it out, he couldn't move it, it was inexplicable Wonderfully uncomfortable.

The surrounding air seemed to be melted into frost, penetrating directly into his heart. He felt a little cold, and wanted to stretch out his hand to pull up the blanket on his chest. After moving a few times, he suddenly found that his whole body was weak, and his body seemed to be filled with lead. Unable to move, the body under this layer of cloth could not be touched at all. He looked at Feng Fan in disbelief, his clean eyes were full of anger and shame, and he had a severe headache. He couldn't catch any clues that could explain everything, including Feng Fan's expression.

His breathing was a little rough, his throat was burning like fire, and his chest was gradually rising and falling. Just a little more heat can burn it out of the body.

The person in front of him had to leave, he panted weakly:

"Can you go out?"

"I'm tired and want to rest."

Loss of blood, headache, high fever; dry heat, chills, flustered, if you say you are not afraid, you are deceiving yourself and others. With this appearance, it is not difficult to predict what will happen next.At this point, he was even a little thankful that the person in front of him was Feng Fan, after all he knew him.

If it wasn't Feng Fan, if it was someone else, would it be possible to get away with it?

For the person in front of him, he believed that he would not really take advantage of the danger of others, add insult to injury, and make things difficult for him at this moment.

Trusting for no reason, his mind was in a mess, he didn't know what to think, he just wanted to escape from the eyes that were looking at him, his eyes.

Zhanchen looked at Feng Fan, stubborn and persistent, a little panicked yet restrained, his physical condition of ice and fire made him very uncomfortable, as if he would be swallowed by ice or fire every time he took a breath of air.

"Get out quickly."

His body became hot and red due to the effect of the medicine, and he closed his eyes tightly to hide the longing desire in his eyes.

Seeing Zhan Chen being forced to work so hard, Feng Fan was a little moved.If you help him, he will hate him, and he will fall into Feng Cheng's arms, and this person will become his target; after all, I only have affection for his eyes.

That's it.

Since he wants to preserve his dignity, let him be fulfilled, don't add unnecessary burdens to himself, and don't put him in danger.

"Take a good rest, the medicine will take you home after the effect is over."

It's also a cold and charming voice that makes people intoxicated. What a nice person. It turns out that he is not as ruthless as his appearance. It turns out that he also has a considerate side in his heart, and he will protect me when I can't resist. Fortunately, it is him. If it is Someone else, if someone else, if he stays...

My heart hurts a little, what a sensible way to let him go.

There was his voice outside the door, he ordered no one to come in, how wonderful, such a domineering person took such good care of me, I think he cared a little bit about me, because I...

How could I think so, I thought too much, thinking that he would not miss this opportunity to humiliate and tease me severely, would touch me, at least... would help me, just like the last time he kissed me lightly...

Zhanchen's brain became more and more confused, he looked at the ceiling, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, he didn't understand why he was crying, maybe it was too hot, the unbearable burning pain made him have to do something.He tried his best to restrain his weakness and propped up one hand. He wanted to go to the bathroom to cool down, but it was only enough for him to prop up but not enough. As soon as his arm went limp, he rolled over and fell straight from the bed to the cold floor, knocking. There was a muffled sound, the wound on the forehead was shocked and split, and a stream of heat flowed down the cheek from the head.

He couldn't control it, and he didn't have the strength to free up a hand to block the wound. The only fig leaf on his body had fallen off, the blood was continuously flowing, and the ground was bright red. He lay on the ground and touched the cold floor, which made him feel a little more relaxed. , the blood had already stained his chest red, it was not cool anymore, he dragged his limp body on the ground, even in such a shameful posture, he still wanted more, Zhanchen resented, scratched the blood with his ten fingers on the ground, the pain followed Afterwards, his pale face was dripping with cold sweat, he giggled, and the laughter echoed desolately in the empty room, how ugly and shameful he is now, fortunately there is no one else, fortunately... But I know that for a person who can never be fooled, the feeling of pain is deeply rooted in his senses, and he is unwilling to be played like a toy like this, and an inextinguishable flame spreads and burns in his heart.