prisoner of love

Mrs. Zhou just comforted Wu Yaxuan who had been crying for a long time to sleep before she returned to the room with a sigh.

After returning to the room, she picked up the photo frame on the bedside table, then sat on the bed and looked at the people in the photo in a trance.

It was a handsome young man with sharp-edged outlines, deep and bright eyes, sharp sword eyebrows, thin and lightly pursed lips and a straight nose, which added a bit of unruly and sharp to the original handsome appearance.

That was 17-year-old Zhou Song.

At that time, he was just a sophomore in high school. He always ignored or contradicted his father who had been back for a few months, and his eyes were full of defense against strangers.

Only when facing his own mother, who has taken care of him and loved him since he was a child, will Zhou Song show a truly happy smile, even if it is rare, it is enough.

When he was a child, he came back crying several times and asked her: Where is my father?Why doesn't he go home?Everyone else says I don't have a dad!

She could only choke with her son, wrap the grievances and resentments of the mother and son on the man, and then add more love she thought she had to Zhou Song.

Give him what he wants, help him accomplish what he wants, never worry about others, until she feels something is wrong, her son seems to be too selfish and domineering, and his personality is becoming more and more elusive, then she wants to save him Or correct something.

It so happened that at this juncture, Zhou Heguo came back.After ten years away from home, he came back gloriously, with experience and glory, looking at this home that he hadn't been back for ten years, his eyes were red.

Seeing that his son had grown so big, he was a little overjoyed, excited and emotional, after all, the years have not stopped a bit.He excitedly raised his hand to touch his son's head, but the boy backed away with cold eyes.

Mr. Zhou was still alive at that time, and when he saw this, he felt sorry for his son, and of course he also loved his precious grandson, so he had to coax him on both sides.

It's a pity that the hero who has dominated the battlefield all his life has problems at home that he can't solve. Regarding the conflict between his son and grandson, he may be too old to understand the thoughts of young people, so he can only sigh secretly.

Mrs. Zhou caressed the photo lightly, her eyes gradually turned red.

Thinking of the girl who fell asleep in the guest room, and her crying words...

"He's just an irresponsible man! He doesn't know what a sense of responsibility is!" "He doesn't understand love, and he doesn't deserve to be treated well by others... Can a famous entrepreneur treat others as he pleases?" I’m a girl! I’m leaving in the middle of the night, so he just pretends he didn’t see it… he didn’t even ask a question, the previous ones were all playthings!” “If I’m pregnant... what can I do! He’s just bullying me... "

Mrs. Zhou finally couldn't hold back her tears. She touched the boy in the photo, choked up and said, "It's my mother who didn't teach you well..."

Zhou Heguo sat in the huge study room, staring at the hung up phone in a daze, not knowing where his thoughts sank.

The Zhou family's mansion here is dull, and the air is full of condensed sorrow, but in Zhou Song's private apartment, the room is full of spring scenery.

Li Yanqi was pressed on the soft sofa, her slender white legs stretched to the limit, her waist and hips were raised high, and the person on her body was covered on it, her lean and strong waist kept shaking.

Bearing the penetration like piling, the force was swift and domineering, his breathing was intermittent, and the place that hadn't accommodated a huge object for a long time was forced to open to the limit, struggling to swallow the purple-red hideous flesh wedge.

Zhou Song drank a lot of wine at the dinner.Not drunk, but it does not mean that the body and the consciousness are in perfect harmony. Alcohol is always not a good thing, it will only wear down one's will.

He vented at Wu Yaxuan once, but he didn't enjoy it to the fullest, and he couldn't explain the reason, they all inserted and moved to vent in the same way, why in Li Yanqi's intestines, he felt faintly excited, just wanted to do it again and again Bury it deeply, feel his temperature, see his forbearance and seductive expression, and lick his tears.

Buried in the body turned the person around, happened to be grinding that point, the crying person in his arms suddenly raised his waist, stood upright and spit out a stream of essence, spraying it warmly on the sofa under him.

Zhou Song raised his hand and slapped that tender buttock with a "snap", and said in a low voice, "You're pretty fast. Am I going to let you run away?"

Li Yanqi bit his lip and shook his head desperately, his vision was blurry.

Zhou Song broke off the white (deleted) with both hands, and lowered his eyes to see how (deleted) himself was (deleted) there.Then he pulled it out, and then slowly and firmly went in, feeling Li Yanqi's trembling.

Immediately, he straightened his waist and beat him fiercely.

Li Yanqi shook his head with a "woo woo", trying to crawl forward with both hands and feet, trying in vain to avoid the fierce impact, but unfortunately he was pinned by the meat wedge long ago, so he had to kneel down and pouted to meet him. It pierced his soul again.

In the quiet night, the sound of "popping" can be heard endlessly, the summer wind blows outside the window, and the spring scenery in the room makes it shyly slip away quickly.

When the scalding hot liquid was poured deep in the intestinal tract, Li Yanqi's knees hurt so much that he couldn't even kneel down, and his whole body was limp on the sofa, his whole body was dirty and smelled salty. Seconds later, he felt being hugged horizontally, and finally he was wrapped in warm water...

This late-night predation finally ended before dawn.

Author's gossip: The deleted version is a last resort, and I want to show you the original version.