Slag Gong accuses Bai Yueguang of being chaotic and abandoned

One of Mo Xiaofeng's legs rested on the seat, while Hong Tingyun placed the other leg on his own.Hong Tingyun sat sideways on the back seat, and was constantly approaching Mo Xiaofeng.

Hong Tingyun sat between his legs, his whole body pressed against him.Mo Xiaofeng couldn't even hide from such a posture, and even felt like he was shamelessly seducing the other party.

Facing the approaching danger, he had no power to fight back at all, and he showed his posture in a blushing manner, which made Mo Xiaofeng's face pale and scalp numb, and he turned over and wanted to get off the seat.

Hong Tingyun didn't give Mo Xiaofeng a chance to escape at all, he bent down and pressed straight towards the opponent.

He kissed Mo Xiaofeng's lips, his cheeks, bit his neck, and the bruises on his shoulders that hadn't faded away, as if he was trying hard to make those faded traces vivid again.

He wanted to re-mark all the traces that belonged to him on Mo Xiaofeng's body, so that Mo Xiaofeng would never be able to forget his memory, and also wanted those outsiders who dared to covet him!

"Mo Xiaofeng! Remember it! You belong to me, Hong Tingyun! You can only belong to me in this life! You already have me, so you can't have anyone else, don't even think about it!"

Hong Tingyun's voice was low and hoarse, these words stuck in Mo Xiaofeng's ears almost gnashing his teeth!

Hong Tingyun's subordinates did not have a trace of tenderness in their movements, and did not give Mo Xiaofeng a chance to reject him at all. Even if his mouth was bitten, he had to tell him to swallow blood along with it.

Mo Xiaofeng struggled and smashed his fist on the opponent's shoulder. Now he really wanted to kill the guy in front of him, or wipe his neck directly, but at this time his knife was no longer by his side.

The car kept bumping with the movements of the two, as if something indescribable was going on inside, but in fact it was.

Suddenly, a burst of headlights flickered, illuminating the entire interior of the car exceptionally brightly.

The light hit Hong Tingyun above, and that pale and scary face was riding on him like a ghost!

Mo Xiaofeng shuddered, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, suddenly a soft voice rang in his ear, in the corner of Mo Xiaofeng's vision, Ren Jie's face appeared on the seat He was squatting beside him by the chair and asked him with a smile on his face.

"Xiaofeng, do you love me..."

It's Ren Jie!Ren Jie's "Ghost" is here again!

She is everywhere, pervasive, silent, omnipresent!

At this moment, Mo Xiaofeng felt that his throat was being strangled by Hong Tingyun, and then it became tighter and tighter. The air in his lungs became less and less, and even his brain was deprived of oxygen. It was as if Hong Tingyun was about to strangle him to death. !

What kind of skin-to-skin contact, ear-to-eye contact, lingering love, all of them stretched out their letters like a poisonous snake, licking the main artery on his body and neck!Those tender images instantly turned into false bubbles, annihilated in endless fear!

Do not!don't want!

Mo Xiaofeng's eyes turned red instantly, he gritted his teeth and swung his fist with all his strength towards the person above!

"Hong Tingyun, I'm fucking telling you to stop!"

After Ren Bing's accident, Mo Xiaofeng could always see Ren Jie's phantom, like a "sin" that he couldn't get rid of, it appeared beside Mo Xiaofeng anytime and anywhere, and followed him all the time.

It's like an insect falling into a spider web trap, the more he struggles, the tighter the spider threads become. He wants to escape, he wants to escape to a place he can never see again, even if it is hell!

He cut his wrists, wiped his neck, and even stood on the edge of the building looking at the people walking back and forth, but the only reason left in his mind told him not to do this.

Nietzsche said: Everyone's heart is a battlefield full of corpses.

And Mo Xiaofeng's heart is not the battlefield, but the cemetery after the battlefield, soaked in blood and soaked in the smell!

Mo Xiaofeng is in hell, what he can do every day is to try his best not to fall into it.

Mo Baoquan had no other choice, he couldn't beat him, shut him down, and watch him, so he could only send him to his junior brother Gu Chen, hoping that he would have some ideas.But the fact is true, Gu Chen's evil nature is just like Huang Yaoshi's, and he actually brought Mo Xiaofeng back from the brink of death little by little.

But he fled from Jiangbei to Jiangnan, he fled half of China's land, and fate was still playing a farce-like joke with him.

Ren Binghui suddenly appeared, Ren Jie did not disappear, and even an unexpected person appeared in his life.

Hong Tingyun led him to attack fiercely, tore through Mo Xiaofeng's layers of protective clothing, and entered his heart.After hesitating, Mo Xiaofeng carefully cupped his heart, trying to accept the other party, and asked anxiously, "Are you sincere?"

But everything that Hong Tingyun did behind his back brought everything back to its original form, and under the embarrassment of Mo Xiaofeng who didn't even have a piece of clothing, he pushed him to hell again!

In the two years since he came to Jiangyu, under various bloody incidents, he has not thought of the scene for a long time.Even the little things with Hong Tingyun became a rare candy in the glass slag, which made him rekindle his expectations for life.He wanted to hold the other person's hand and say to himself, I want to survive.

But Ren Jie's "phantom" overlapped with Hong Tingyun's figure in front of him, as if they were endlessly reminding him of those bloody scenes that he would never forget.

And all kinds of bloody memories that happened that day, like the past scenes, reappeared in front of his eyes like a slide show, collapsing his memory, and reshaping new facts, the bloody pain engraved into the bone marrow!

There was even an addition to this, at this time, one by one, he was breaking away his hands for help, ruining his only remaining goodness with his own hands, and letting him return to the endless abyss again.

——Hong Tingyun.

"Hong Tingyun! You bastard!"

Mo Xiaofeng's roar was hoarse, and he punched Hong Tingyun's face hard!

But for someone who has long been paralyzed by desire, anger and alcohol, this power explodes like lighting a gasoline barrel.

Hong Tingyun raised his neck and tilted his head. The skin on his face felt a little hot and painful, but it was more numb from the pain. The taste of fresh blood in his mouth became stronger, but none of this mattered.

He was only aware of one thing.

Mo Xiaofeng was rejecting him.

For that man, that woman, those cats and dogs, those irrelevant outsiders who came out of nowhere, he wanted to escape from his side!

Turning his head back again, Hong Tingyun's reason has been completely swallowed by anger!

Looking at the person in front of him with icy eyes, at this moment he just wants to lock Mo Xiaofeng by his side, and he can't do without him for the rest of his life!

Roughly tearing off his tie and binding Mo Xiaofeng's wrist, Hong Tingyun kissed his mouth again, covering his cold palm, and Mo Xiaofeng shuddered.This feeling is like pouring cold water into a hot pot. Those messy feelings in my mind, those terrible ghosts and monsters, seem to be dispelled by this more terrifying perception, as well as the torment in purgatory...

Mo Xiaofeng didn't know how he could think in his messed up mind, he only had time to think about this matter, and he had time to bite his lips and teeth tightly to prevent those broken begging for mercy from spilling out of his mouth.

The clothes on Mo Xiaofeng's upper body were intact, but Hong Tingyun's trousers were half-faded by Hong Tingyun. It seemed that the satisfaction he got from conquering the other party in this way made Hong Tingyun feel that he was the evidence of his real existence beside the other party.

Mo Xiaofeng trembled tremblingly, resting his head on his shoulder and panting.Hong Tingyun was asking, but Mo Xiaofeng was not.

Hong Tingyun was the medicine he stole from hell, which could allow him, who was drowning in oxygen, to enjoy a moment of peace.

This kind of tranquility and joy that only the dead can enjoy is what Mo Xiaofeng has always dreamed of.Even if the other party is gut-piercing poison, he will swallow it without hesitation at this time.

he is sick.

The disease is terminally ill, and there is no cure for medicine and stone.

"Xiaofeng... When that man kissed you, would you open your mouth to respond to him?"

"He can make you like this too? I started to push my back!"

"Or is your comrade-in-arms just that good? What does a woman know! Does she know how attractive you are twisting your waist under me!"

"Xiaofeng, who can make you take the initiative? Who else do you want to show your shameless appearance besides me?"

"..."

The humiliating words came out of Hong Tingyun's mouth, whispered in Mo Xiaofeng's ear, and filled the narrow compartment with his panting.

Hong Tingyun was taking revenge on the other party.

Mo Xiaofeng has a thin skin, and he can't listen to these things.But every time his body responded honestly, and even stiffened because of his own words, and Hong Tingyun liked Mo Xiaofeng's calmness, and liked how he succumbed to his control.

The anger in Hong Tingyun's heart rose, this kind of joy that was almost sadistic was used on the other party, feeling that Mo Xiaofeng could only rely on him helplessly, this feeling of controlling the other party made Hong Tingyun flustered The heart gets a kind of abnormal satisfaction!

The faint refusal that came out of Mo Xiaofeng's mouth turned into shortness of breath, but he was unwilling to say a word of weakness after biting his lips.A smell of fishy smell diffused in the car, telling the evocative affair that happened just now.

Mo Xiaofeng pressed his forehead against Hong Tingyun's body all the time, and Hong Tingyun put his arms around him, as if this kind of hug could keep him from worrying about gains and losses, but it was still not enough to make up for the emptiness in his heart after letting out a little anger.

Hong Tingyun was reviewing Mo Xiaofeng's restrained and impatient face in his mind, and was about to turn over and continue the second round of fighting, but when he turned his head, he felt a piece of warm liquid on his cheek, which was wet, as if still Something just keeps slipping.

"Huh? Xiaofeng?"

The body of the person he was hugging seemed to be still trembling slightly, it didn't feel like the excitement after finishing the work, Hong Tingyun's eyes trembled and he quickly stood up, straightened the person and looked at the other person's face.

At this moment, what came into view was a face that had already burst into tears at some point.

Mo Xiaofeng cried!

His lips were bitten to the skin and he didn't allow himself to make a sound, he just cried silently there.

Tears seemed to be unstoppable, rolling down from those beautiful eyes, dripping on Hong Tingyun's shoulders, shirt, back of his hands, and finally falling on his heart, like a thousand arrows piercing through the heart, numb with pain !

How could such a strong person cry?

Hong Tingyun once thought that he was hallucinating, as if he had misread it.

But Mo Xiaofeng's eyes were empty, stained with deep-seated exhaustion.

The sadness and heartache that is almost hopeless inside, the eyes are condensed with a deep black background, bright and sad.

Being hit by that gaze, Hong Tingyun felt a chill in his heart for a moment, and Hong Tingyun was almost a little stunned for a moment, unable to discern what it was like, and it took less than a second from shock to fear.

Hong Tingyun opened his mouth to say something, even if there were any comforting words, nothing could compare to the condemnation in tears, and made his guilt nowhere to hide.

Just as he was about to caress the other's face, he suddenly remembered that his hands were all dirty and sticky, so he quickly wiped it on his clothes before touching the other's cheek.

The thumb wiped away Mo Xiaofeng's tears, but instantly wet the palm of his hand again, and even dripped down his wrist and into his sleeve.

At this moment, Hong Tingyun panicked.

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