Song Yuzhang

Song Yuzhang went back.

Although he walked with a limp, he went back.

Meng Ting could not keep him.

Of course, Meng Tingjing can be forced to stay. Song Yuzhang was pinned down by him on the bed yesterday. Now that he is half dead, Meng Tingjing can restrain Song Yuzhang with one hand.

But suddenly Meng Tingjing couldn't do anything to Song Yuzhang.

Song Yuzhang's face contorted for a moment when he lifted his feet to put on the socks, and Meng Tingjing went over to help him put the foreign gauze socks on indifferently.

After putting on the socks, Song Yuzhang stepped into the leather shoes and left without saying a word.

Meng Tingjing stayed where he was, the bed was extremely messy, and the air was filled with undissolved smells. Meng Tingjing looked back and forth a few times without focus, touched his face that had been slapped, and sniffed his fingers. His heart was very slow. He asked himself desperately, "Am I depraved?"

If this is depravity.

Then... what a joy to fall!

Meng Tingjing took a deep breath and fell back on the big bed again, recalling last night dazzledly.

Song Yuzhang's movements, expressions, and voices remained in his mind almost frame by frame.

Meng Tingjing turned her face sideways, stretched her arms and stroked the messy bed sheet.

The sheets not only smelled of him, but also of Song Yuzhang.

Meng Tingjing closed her eyes, still drifting away in the aftertaste.

This is obviously another form of depravity. Meng Tingjing felt such a disadvantage, but he had no intention of correcting it at all.

Because it is so happy, it is a joy that has never been experienced in this life, not only physically, but also the soul seems to be touched a little bit.

Meng Ting calmly said: "It seems that this is not just depravity..."

Song Yuzhang didn't want to think about what happened last night at all.

But he could not want to, but he couldn't ignore the strange feeling in his body.

fucking ass hurts!

Song Yuzhang couldn't drive at all, the original soft leather seat became quite sticky, he couldn't help but want to twist it, but when he twisted it, he felt that the twist was like a big rabbit.

Everything happened so fast and violently last night that Song Yuzhang didn't have much energy to think about it. Now that the matter has passed, those details are like returning from a dead body. It tortured Song Yuzhang's nerves in detail, making Song Yuzhang's face turn blue and red.

Fortunately, the Song family was quiet and empty at the moment, and Song Yuzhang didn't have to worry about his limping appearance causing suspicion, so he quickly went back to his room to take a bath.

Song Yuzhang lay down in the bathtub, the hot water soaked through his skin, he couldn't help shivering, felt a strange feeling, and said silently in his heart: "It must be a strain." He remained expressionless for a while, and then thought: "The son of a bitch."

Meng Tingjing's performance on the bed was really bad.

There is nothing redeeming from start to finish.

Compared with Song Yuzhang, he is even more in the sky and the other in the earth.

Song Yuzhang didn't dare to say anything else, but no one had ever had any dissatisfaction with him in bed.

His ability, in Chen Hanmin's words, is even better than that of foreigners!

But Meng Tingjing has nothing else to do except make people hurt.

After resolutely removing certain parts of his mind, Song Yuzhang confirmed with certainty: nothing else!

Song Yuzhang stared at a point in the air, and once again said expressionlessly: "What a fucking son of a bitch!"

After Song Yuzhang cleaned himself up with painstaking efforts, he was so exhausted that he didn't even want to move. After putting on the smooth and cold satin pajamas, he fell headlong on the bed.

Song Yuzhang hadn't slept almost all night, and was physically and mentally exhausted, so he fell asleep naturally, sleeping almost like a corpse.

Song Mingzhao came back from the outside. He passed by a jewelry store today and went in for a stroll. He originally wanted to buy a diamond necklace for a girl friend who was close recently. It happened that the Indian businessman was accepting a pigeon blood stone. Song Mingzhao was immediately caught by the pigeon blood stone. Dazzling red light fascinated.

The Indian businessman said to him in very awkward English: "This stone is from Myanmar. I got it at a great price. It can be made into a very beautiful ring or a necklace. It will definitely please women. like."

Song Mingzhao took the pigeon blood stone and played with his fingertips, and found that the color of the gemstone was very pure, like blood and fire, the size of a pea, and it was indeed very beautiful.

"how much is it?"

The Indian businessman quoted an extremely expensive figure.

Song Mingzhao wrote the check without blinking.

The Indian businessman quickly asked him whether he wanted to make a ring or a necklace. If you want to make a ring, it is best to measure the size in advance.

"No need," Song Mingzhao said, "wrap it up for me."

He thinks that this stone is so lonely, natural, and without any modification, it is beautiful enough, and it matches Song Yuzhang very well.

Song Mingzhao went upstairs carrying a rough and gorgeous pigeon blood stone. The servant said that the Fifth Young Master had returned and was staying in the upstairs room.

Song Mingzhao knew that Song Yuzhang didn't return last night, but he didn't care much, Song Yuzhang was no longer a child, so what's the point of sleeping out once or twice, the two of them slept outside together without anyone knowing.

Song Mingzhao came to the door of Song Yuzhang's room with a very affectionate mood.

According to his experience of sleeping out, Song Yuzhang should be catching up on sleep at this time.

Song Mingzhao felt a little embarrassed and wanted to make a joke with his favorite little brother. He didn't knock on the door, but turned the door lightly with his hands and feet, and there was a sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor, so he walked very slowly, very thrillingly. After passing through the front hall and study room in the room, I finally came to the destination bedroom.

Sure enough, Song Yuzhang was catching up on sleep, lying sideways on the bed with the quilt only covering his waist.

Song Mingzhao wanted to scare him, but his footsteps were still very light. When he got close to the bed, he didn't want to scare his brother at all after seeing Song Yuzhang's sleeping face.

Song Mingzhao didn’t understand his elder brothers. It’s such a pleasure to have a younger brother. Being admired and loved by his younger brother, and he can own and command a lovely younger brother. This matter is very beautiful no matter how you look at it. .

Song Mingzhao didn't understand that as a younger brother, why didn't those older brothers think of him?

He stared at Song Yuzhang for a while and then smiled silly.

He thought to himself: "Probably because I'm not as beautiful as Xiaoyu!"

Song Mingzhao took out the velvet box containing the pigeon blood stone from his close pocket, opened the box, held the pigeon blood stone between his fingers, squinted his eyes and admired it for a while, then brought the stone close to his eyes, revealing Go over the stone to see Song Yuzhang.

Song Yuzhang is certainly beautiful, this is undisputed, everyone knows that Song Mingzhao realized his beauty when he first saw him, but this beauty is superficial, in Song Mingzhao's heart, he just said "oh, this little wild species is quite beautiful". That's all.

But now Song Yuzhang has changed in his eyes.

Namei is no longer solitary and cold like this jewel, but has an intimate warmth.

younger brother, his younger brother.

Xiaoyu, his Xiaoyu.

Unknowingly, Song Mingzhao got very close to Song Yuzhang. He blinked his eyelashes twice, and found that the left eye covered by the pigeon blood stone was red, and the right eye that was not covered was also faintly red.

Song Mingzhao moved away the pigeon blood stone, and stared at Song Yuzhang's neck with both eyes.

Song Yuzhang was sleeping on his side, half of his face was buried in the pillow, half of his face was exposed, the hair on the back of his head was messily trapped in the gap between his neck and the pillow, Song Mingzhao knelt on the bed, his whole face was almost stuffed into it In the gap, because he was too close, he couldn't see clearly. Song Mingzhao's face moved back a little bit, he frowned and thought for a while, then stretched out his hand.

Song Yuzhang was still in a deep sleep, and he seemed to be in a deep sleep. He must have been exhausted last night. Song Mingzhao glanced at Song Yuzhang's face, and then carefully brushed away the lock of hair that blocked his sight.

There is a little bruise on the fair skin.

Song Mingzhao knelt on the bed, motionless, his fingers trembling.

His whole body was hot and cold, his forehead hurt suddenly, and he retracted his fingers tremblingly. Song Mingzhao took a few deep breaths, his fingers curled up as if injured, and after a while, he stretched out his hand again, gently He pulled the collar of Song Yuzhang's pajamas.

Silk pajamas, the collar is slanted and loose, if you pull it up a little, you can see clearly inside.

If it is said that the red spot on the neck still needs to be searched, then the traces on Song Yuzhang's body are very clear.

Song Mingzhao heard a "buzz" in his head, and then he wanted to go crazy.

Song Mingzhao didn't care whether Song Yuzhang was awake or not, and shook his hands to unbutton Song Yuzhang's pajamas. The buttons made by mother-of-pearl were round and smooth, small and thinly embedded in the gaps of the clothes, avoiding Song Mingzhao's Fingers are very difficult to manipulate. Song Mingzhao's head and face are hot, and if he can't untie them, he really wants to tear Song Yuzhang's pajamas off!

He raised his face angrily, only to find that Song Yuzhang had woken up at some point, quietly looking at Song Mingzhao who was sitting straddling him, with no expression on his face.

Song Mingzhao has never seen Song Yuzhang with such a cold expression before, looking at him like that, it seems that the relationship between the two has suddenly become very far away, and the little bit of shame of being caught and found is immediately covered by strong anger passed.

"How can he look at me like this? We are the best in this family. I only have him, and he only has me. How can he look at me like this? "

Driven by anger and sadness, Song Mingzhao got out of bed directly, and angrily stepped on the sound of his footsteps with an explosion effect like a mine. After he rushed out of the room, he thought it was wrong, why did he run?It's not him who did the wrong thing!

Song Mingzhao ran back with a "thump, boom, boom".

Song Yuzhang had already sat up, and his pajamas were hanging loosely on his body after being dragged by Song Mingzhao. With one hand behind him, he was holding the pigeon blood stone that Song Mingzhao had left behind with the other hand, and held it up in front of him to watch as Song Mingzhao did before. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned his face to the side and smiled slightly at Song Mingzhao, "Fourth Brother, did you leave this behind?"

Song Mingzhao looked at his face as if nothing had happened, and really didn't know whether he should continue to be angry, so he said with a straight face, "It's for you."

"For me?"

Song Yuzhang showed a slightly astonished expression, his eyes were slightly stared, showing a little innocent youthful atmosphere, Song Mingzhao moved over step by step with a stern face, stood by the bed and looked down at Song Yuzhang, and then said with hatred: "You -"

Song Mingzhao sat down on the bed, slapped Song Yuzhang on the back, and said angrily, "Don't learn from third brother!"

The silk pajamas were swayed by him, and at the same time, he patted away the scent of bathing on Song Yuzhang's body. Song Mingzhao put his hands around Song Yuzhang's shoulders, and leaned his head on his left shoulder, "I'm so mad at you!"

Song Yuzhang's fingertips were slightly itchy from being pricked by the outline of the pigeon blood stone. He turned his face away and said in a low voice, "What do you want me to do with this?"

"Why not, take it and play."

Song Yuzhang turned his face sideways and stared at the back of Song Mingzhao's head.

He suddenly felt a touch of emotion.

This young man is stupid, arrogant, willful, vulgar, and arrogant... except for a straight and handsome face, there seems to be no loveliness.

But he did mean it to him.

Perhaps because of the physical and mental trauma, Song Yuzhang seemed to be softer than usual at this time. He lowered his head and lightly rubbed the soft hair on the back of Song Mingzhao's head with the tip of his nose.

Song Mingzhao trembled slightly, he turned his face, and fixed his eyes on Song Yuzhang's.

Song Yuzhang's eyes are so tender and full of affection.

Song Mingzhao's heart was slightly hot, and his forehead touched Song Yuzhang's. The warm touch of his skin and Song Yuzhang's breathing made him feel very happy. He whispered: "Xiaoyu..."

Song Yuzhang gave a "hmm" and rubbed his forehead slightly, "Fourth Brother."

For some reason, Song Mingzhao wanted to shed tears, but he was still sore and sad, so he asked, "Where did you go last night?"

"..."

"Who did you spend the night with?"

Song Yuzhang patted him on the shoulder, "An unimportant person."

"Didn't I tell you not to mix with those people!"

"Understood, I will correct it later."

"Correct?" Song Mingzhao raised his eyelashes and looked into Song Yuzhang's dark eyes. He shivered slightly, "Don't lie to me again."

Song Yuzhang smiled, "This time it's true."

Song Mingzhao seemed very angry when he was angry, and he seemed to be easy to coax. After a while, he took off his shoes, climbed onto the bed and leaned against Song Yuzhang to admire the little pigeon blood red.

Pigeon's blood red radiated dazzling light on Song Yuzhang's open palm, Song Mingzhao said in a low voice, "As soon as I saw it, I thought it matched you very well."

Song Yuzhang moved his palm, and the light changed accordingly. He said, "I'm not a girl."

"What does that have to do with men and women?"

Song Mingzhao reached out and touched the pigeon blood stone in Song Yuzhang's palm while speaking, "I just think it should belong to you."

"Thank you fourth brother."

Song Mingzhao covered the pigeon's blood stone together with Song Yuzhang, "You thank me like this, which makes me feel very unfamiliar."

"I didn't mean it that way."

"Then you stared at me like that just now."

"I stare at you?"

"Glared!"

"When?"

"I'll take it off..." Song Mingzhao said confidently in Song Yuzhang's smiling eyes, "I'll take off your clothes to see what's wrong? Why don't my brothers let me see?" He was very angry when he thought of Song Yuzhang's cold expression, and immediately announced Made an impromptu decision, "I want to sleep with you tonight!"