[Wearing the Book] The villain is not easy to mess with

"Mr. Shen!"

Zhang Yu and the little soldiers accompanying him screamed in fright, and rushed to stop them, but it was too late.

Shen Qian's movements were too fast, and he was about to fall into the pit and fall into the mud. When he found the little soldier standing at the entrance, he gave him a quick hand.

It's a pity that due to inertial factors, the little soldier couldn't stop a powerful alien who was sprinting for a hundred meters. The two hugged each other and rolled down the stairs along the passageway!

The little soldier was so frightened that he could only hug the man tightly, pressing his face against his hot and tight chest. When he stopped, his ears were completely red.

Fortunately, Shen Qian couldn't see it at all. Pushing him away, he got up and groped towards the source of the sound, his tone hoarse and unconcealable anxiety: "Little clean freak, where are you?"

The little soldier was lying on the ground and hadn't recovered. After a brief suffocation, his heartbeat exploded in his chest. It was so cool, so cool, so cool!

Mr. Shen's embrace is too warm and comfortable!

I really want to lie in it for the rest of my life!

It's over, it's over, it's over, I was bent by him!

I am not clean!

After complaining frantically in his heart for a while, he heard the sound of footsteps going down the stairs, and finally got up, wanting to help the man who broke him.

But when he stood up, he was instantly shocked!

His eyes stayed on the bottles and jars soaked in human heads, as if they were stuck, and it took him a long time to squeeze out between his teeth: "Fuck! Is this a human head art exhibition?"

Shen Qian was so reckless that he almost knocked over the shelf, causing the blue liquid in the glass jar to keep rippling, and the ferocious head inside seemed to come to life, twisting his face and glaring at the uninvited guest, his hair soaked in the liquid was disturbed trembling.

It seems that the soul of the dead who has been wronged and snowed has finally waited for the day when he will see the light of day.

It's a pity that Shen Qian couldn't see it at all. He groped for the shelf and continued to move forward. When he kicked the chair used to restrain Jiang Yuran, he accidentally fell down. Jiang Yuran's bedside!

Jiang Yuran was in a state of embarrassment, without any shoes on his body, curled up on the big bed. Because of the unbearable heat, he had kicked off his pants a long time ago, and one hand was hung on a metal handcuff that was shining coldly, and his wrist was black and blue. Red marks, the other hand is placed in the middle of the tightly clamped thigh...

Feeling the man's delicate and warm palm sticking to his back, accompanied by the man's hoarse call: "Little clean freak, are you okay?"

Hearing the man's voice, Jiang Yuran turned his head, his eye circles were very red, pitiful, his delicate and beautiful face was completely red, his eyes were blurred and scattered, and his thick eyelashes were wet with tears, like It's a kitten who has been bullied.

But when strangers get close and can't tell who they are, the natural arrogance and dignity in their bones still remain.

Pretend to be vigilant and ask in a muffled and crying voice: "You, who are you?"

Shen Qian trembled all over.

The heart seemed to be ripped apart from the inside out, and he replied in a hoarse voice, "Baby, don't be afraid, I am your boyfriend, Shen Qian."

Jiang Yuran cried instantly when he heard this: "It's hard, I'm so uncomfortable, Shen Qian, help me..."

Although Shen Qian couldn't see, but touched his naked and hot skin, he didn't need to think about what Shen Mo did to him!

He didn't have any intention of disgusting, took off his shirt, wrapped the person around, groped for the hand with the metal handcuffs, and tore off the handcuffs with brute force, leaving only a cold silver ring on the The boy's slender and swollen wrist.

"It's okay baby, I'm here to help you."

Jiang Yuran's heart felt hot, and his soft arms wrapped around his straight neck. Through his hazy vision, he vaguely saw the white gauze wrapped around his face, as if he was sure that the man in front of him was Shen Qian.

Instead of the impostor who called himself a stinky treasure and asked him to lick his feet for him just now!

"Baby, I need you..."

After confirming the real identity of the visitor, the young master let go of all vigilance, clumsily but passionately clung to the man's thin and beautiful lips, and made random kisses.

"Well……"

Shen Qian was taken aback by his kiss, but he had no desire at all, only deep distress and self-blame. If he had arranged for a few soldiers to protect him during the operation, Shen Mo would not have succeeded!

The arm that hugged the man tightened tightly into his bosom, and gently responded to the youth's youthful and hot kiss.

At this moment, Zhang Yu and the others had already chased after them. Seeing the two men hugging and kissing, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Most of them were shy and embarrassed, and turned their heads away.

The little soldier before him stared with great interest, as if he had never seen two men kissing before. He was curious and looking forward to it, wishing that the two would perform a live erotic performance in front of him.

"Cough cough!"

Zhang Yu covered his mouth and coughed twice: "Well, Mr. Shen, please excuse me, this place...well, I mean, maybe you can change places."

Shen Qian tasted the smell of red wine in Jiang Yuran's mouth, separated them, his face was slightly condensed, he held the back of the boy's soft and round head, and asked with a low voice: "Did he drink for you?"

A kiss can't relieve the hotness in his body at all, the little boy is not satisfied with his separation at all, and entangles him on his own initiative, his consciousness has completely collapsed at this moment, and he can only cry from his red and swollen lips: "... .”

This made Zhang Yu look hard.

He glanced at the empty red wine bottle tilted to one side on the table, and explained with some embarrassment: "Well, Mr. Shen, not only did he drink, but he may also have been drugged!"

"Damn!"

Shen Qian roared irritably, "How could he do this! He is allergic to alcohol!"

He clearly remembered that he said that he was allergic to alcohol.

Zhang Yu has never treated a patient with alcohol allergies, and carefully suggested: "His allergies are not the point now, the point is that you have to take his medicine off, otherwise it will be bad. So, you should go back as soon as possible."

Shen Qian was not stupid, he naturally knew what the medicine he was talking about, and how it could be removed, so he hurried back without delay.

Shen Mo watched him carry the man out of the basement, laughing flamboyantly and funny: "Dear brother, to tell you the truth, he has already fucked me! And he likes me! He even praised me for my skills! I've already recorded a video, if you don't believe me, you can look at that camera, ahaha!"

Shen Qian only thought that he was a mad dog barking, and suddenly stopped at the door, but did not look back, and said in a low voice: "It's really embarrassing for me to have a brother like you."

The man's naked, smooth and muscular back is straight, and his slender legs are lined with pure white trousers. Standing in a white light and shadow, his butterfly bones are so beautiful that he looks like a god who will grow wings at any time.

The young man in his arms is exquisite and exquisite, with icy muscles and skinny bones, and naked, moving restlessly in his arms, the posture of wrapping and hugging him reveals a pair of pink, tender, flushed slender legs, small and exquisite. The toes are curled up like cute shells, shaking from time to time, sticking to the tangled shadow cast by the man.

Shen Mo looked at the pair of figures that were drifting away, and suddenly tears blurred his vision.

They are the perfect match.

Suddenly, he screamed like crazy:

"Shame on you? Shame on you?"

"Are you ashamed to have a brother like me?"

"But you guys, when have you ever cared about me?"

"You all have things you like, why don't I have them?"

As if tired of shouting, he slid down the soldier's arm and fell to the ground, his voice weakened with tears: "The only you I like is destined to never get it, that's why I'm crazy, when will you be able to get it?" I understand..."

……

Shen Qian carried Jiang Yuran back to his residence.

A blind man who just had an operation, and a delirious young master struggled to take a bath.

Jiang Yuran rubbed against each other with high energy all the way, even if Shen Qian was afraid of his pain, he couldn't bear the teasing of this skin-to-skin relationship.

The two wet men kissed from the bathroom to the bed. The young master was thrown on the bed roughly by the man, and the dripping hair fell on the pillow, and a large area was instantly wet.

The man inserted his slender knuckles into his delicate fingers, sniffed his breath condescendingly, and hummed softly: "Baby, I can't take it anymore."

"give me."

Jiang Yuran gave a simple and appalling order.

Shen Qian suddenly felt a little jealous, pinched his chin and asked impatiently: "Say, has he messed with you before? Is he really good at it?"

"No, give it to me quickly!"

Jiang Yuran tried to turn him over and put him under him, but unfortunately the power gap was too great to do it at all, so he could only let the man hold him down, the eyes were bright red and bright.

Shen Qian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, buried his face and kissed his neck and collarbone, held him down with one hand, and slowly slid down his slender waist with the other...

"Well, it may hurt a little bit, so bear with it."

Despite being driven by drugs and alcohol, the moment Jiang Yuran pressed against his chest, he cried out in pain, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

At this moment, Shen Qian was extremely annoyed why he couldn't see it!

If he could see it, he could look into his eyes and softly comfort him not to cry, just take it easy.

He didn't dare to move, he could only touch his face, kiss his tears little by little, and comforted him softly with a dumb voice: "Do you feel better now?"

Jiang Yuran panted heavily, turned away from his flushed face, bit the back of his hand, and made a vague request: "Kiss me again..."

Shen Qian was stunned for a moment, then forced his face towards him, caught the red and swollen soft lips, and kissed him wildly and fiercely.

The air gradually heated up and boiled.

"I'm going to start, would you like to?"

"Um……"

"Would you hate me for that?"

"Won't,"

After a brief silence, the boy's soft voice with a crying sound suddenly ignited the air: "Because I love you, just like you love me."

So the situation got out of control and got out of hand.

Night had already fallen, and there was no light in the room, just like a man filled with darkness in the world, but the entangled breath of the two of them was so hot that they glowed.

For a whole night, the two of them were like young boys who just started eating meat, asking endlessly, wishing to integrate each other into their bodies, until exhausted, Jiang Yuran cried and begged for mercy and said no, Shen Qian was willing to stop and hug him tightly Go to sleep.

……

The night goes on.

Zhang Yu had handed over Shen Mo to the current supreme leader, that is, Shen Qian and Shen Mo's father.

The head jars in the basement were also moved there. The decision on how to deal with this lunatic is beyond his control as a doctor.

After doing all this, he was exhausted and hungry, and if he didn't drink blood, Shen Mo might not be the only one who went crazy.

He went home and picked up the frozen blood his assistant had given him when they parted, and tried to drink it.

But just after taking a sip, he spat it out again in pain!

"Bah, bah, what the hell? It's too bad to drink!"

He threw away the frozen blood irritably, his eyes were bloody red, he raised his head and glanced at the hazy moonlight outside the window, what is that bastard Wu Zhide doing?

Are you flirting with that bastard?

Damn, why, he is mine!

Feeling restless, he stomped his feet around the room, and suddenly a bold idea sprouted in his mind: How about climbing his window?