Fuck your scumbag [Quick Transmigration]

Jing Chi looked at Kong Si, who was hesitating and afraid to speak, and grabbed the two cards in his hand, and a bright idea rose in his heart uncontrollably.

——What if the prototype of the hero in Confucius’s novels is not someone else but himself?

In this case, everything will be logical.

It's really hard to find a place to go through iron shoes, and it doesn't take much effort to get it.

Jing Chi felt the beating of his heart violently, as if he had revealed the answer to the mystery, he was completely relieved, looking at the little guy in front of him was like looking at a plate of delicious food.

But seeing Kong Si's uneasy look at himself with watery eyes, he suddenly became less anxious.

Jing Chi was like a patient hunter, looking at the little beast that was forced into a corner and was still trying to struggle, the other was pitiful, and he was still thinking about luck.

He didn't continue the original topic, took the card in Kong Si's hand, raised the corners of his lips, "Don't worry about Mr. Kong, I have time tonight."

Then he blinked at the little guy who was stunned for a moment, "Where do you want to chat, is it the hotel yesterday?"

Seeing that he had really changed the subject, Kong Si quietly breathed a sigh of relief when he no longer had the serious and inquisitive look before, feeling half glad and half disappointed in his heart.

In fact, if Jing Chi insisted on knowing, he would obediently tell the other party the answer.

Shame on the answer though.

Kong Si nodded, looked at that person with clean and bright eyes, and expressed his favor: "Is it okay?"

If it is said that Jingchi was still afraid of these clear eyes a second ago, then at this moment, when he touched these eyes, his whole body was already relaxed, and his whole body was immediately aroused with a little desire to conquer.

He darkened his eyes and licked the corners of his lips, "Of course." After speaking, he leaned down and approached each other, the tip of their noses almost touching, "But before you leave, don't you want a glass of wine?"

Jing Chi made a request, and Kong Si naturally would not refuse. He blushed and felt the breath sprayed on his lips by the other party, and greedily opened his small mouth slightly, wanting to inhale more.

Then swallowed, resisting the thought of going up for a kiss, nodded: "Okay, okay..."

In fact, he wanted to hide and run away from such a distance, because the flustered and trembling feeling made him afraid, but he wanted that person so much, so he just stood still, shrouded in shame by the scenery pool. In the shadows, it was already difficult to breathe, and he did not move.

Can't hide.

Maybe tonight is the last time I see him.

This moment should be the closest distance between the two of them... He wanted to feel it for a while longer and keep this feeling firmly in his heart.

Jing Chi looked at the guy with flushed cheeks and trembling eyelashes in front of him, and his judgment on him increased a bit.

A guy who would come to the clubhouse to take the initiative to look for ducks, and then Lang Jiji and someone to open a room, but he was unprepared and extremely stupid, who is it if he is not the male lead?

Hmm... If there is anything left to verify, there are probably only two points left, one is intelligence, and the other is the fit of the two bodies.

Gee.

It seems that the second one is easier to verify, so pick the easy one first.

The distance between the two is too ambiguous, if this continues, according to the laws summed up in so many worlds, the male protagonist will have weak legs and a numb waist.

It's still outside, Jing Chi didn't want to make trouble for himself, so he backed away some distance: "What do you want to drink?"

I want to drink...you most.

But Kong Si didn't dare to say it, fearing to scare Jingchi away, he said with a smile, "Just be the same as yesterday."

"Okay." Jingchi was very satisfied with this answer, after all, the effect of yesterday's glass of wine was quite good.He opened the door and gave instructions to the waiter waiting outside, then dragged Kong Si to sit on the sofa.

Jing Chi was not polite to him either, he directly hugged Kong Si on his lap, wrapped his arms around his waist, and rubbed his hands dishonestly back and forth, "Do you make money as a screenwriter?"

The itch in Kong Si's body attacked his mind a little numb, so he resisted the trembling and excitement and answered him: "The people who make money are famous seniors, and the things I write are too bad."

After he finished speaking, he bit his lower lip immediately, his bright eyes tremblingly glanced at the corner of Jingchi's mouth, and his eyes immediately turned red.

I really want to be kissed by him...

Even if it's just a superficial touch, it's fine to give it to him as a charity.

But it's obvious that I made an agreement with someone to just chat... How can I go back on my word.

After he goes back, he will work hard to save money, and when he comes to Jingchi again, he must be his true customer.

Although his monthly salary is not much, he can still find a part-time job. If he works three jobs a day, it will be faster...

Jingchi naturally noticed Kongsi's red eyes. When the other party looked at him, it was like a wolf seeing meat. His eyes were glowing green, and he felt like he was going to pounce on him at any time.

It's a pity that the little wolf is still too tender and has drawn a barrier for himself, so no matter how hard he is, he can only struggle with it.

He felt the very elastic two lumps of flesh on his legs, and he sighed in his heart, wishing that someone could sit up and move it by himself immediately, he hadn't experienced the process of removing the gift enough.

When Kongsi is disassembled layer by layer to reveal the most real and tender part inside, it will be the most delicious when swallowing him one by one.

He endured it, but couldn't help asking for some benefits for himself first, and slipped his hand in from the hem of his clothes, "So modest? The more you talk like this, the more curious you are. If Mr. Kong has time, take me to see it." Your script?"

Kongsi felt that he was going to die of excitement, the explosion-like accumulation of electricity at the lumbar spine hit his limbs and bones, he grabbed Jingchi's clothes tremblingly, but he was afraid that he would catch the creases, so he gritted his teeth and hurried Trembling, he let go and grabbed the corner of his clothes.

The whole person seems to be wrapped in water, it is difficult to breathe, but he is reluctant to leave.

He leaned over, his eyes covered with a layer of mist, and licked Jingchi's neck, flattering and docile, trying not to make the sentence fragmented: "If you have time, I can do it... Tonight is also fine. "

Jingchi sneered, feeling the little dog licking in his arms, "Okay, let's do it tonight."

Hearing that he was willing to go home with him, Kong Si happily said "Yes".

As soon as the voice fell, there was a knock on the door.

Jing Chi: "Come in."

The waiter in a vest came over with wine, filled them and left with a smile.

Jing Chi picked up a glass and handed it to the drunk little guy, "Stop licking it, it's time to drink."

Kong Si blushed and stopped when he heard the words, and softly went to pick up the glass of wine, but Jing Chi took the glass away, "Just drink like this."

The man's deep voice was Xiao Ling's killer, so Xiao Shou in his arms hesitated for a moment, then leaned over to drink with red ears.

Jingchi deliberately raised it a little farther and a little lower, and the other party's fair neck was immediately exposed in front of his eyes, and the black hair was extremely soft, making Kongsi cute and docile.

This appearance greatly pleased the old hooligan and satisfied some indescribable restlessness in his heart. Looking down at the little guy, he curled his lips and asked, "Is it good?"

While drinking, Kong Si raised his eyes to look at him, and his eyes were embedded in that handsome face, which was very lively.

The little guy nodded with a smile, and continued to drink until the glass bottomed out, then he got up with his hands and feet supporting Jingchi's shoulders.

Then obediently sat on the man's lap, and continued to bear the man's teasing, but after drinking, he was a little courageous, and after a while, he covered Jingchi's crotch with a red face and trembling.

Yo.

very impressive.

Jing Chi didn't want to do anything outside, so he immediately let go and carried him out of the clubhouse.Letting Kong Si softly hang on him, he went to the garage to pick up the car.

While helping the slightly drunk guy to fasten his seat belt, he asked him, "Where do you live?"

Kong Si looked at him with red eyes, a look of dissatisfaction but dare not say anything, very funny, he was bored for a while and then obediently replied: "Lutong Community."

Jing Chi sneered, turned around, put on his seat belt, started the car and drove out, holding the steering wheel with one hand, and licked the corner of his lips.

——If it wasn't for the fucking hero, he would have kicked his head off as a ball.

Halfway, when passing an adult store, Jingchi got off the car.

When he came back again, seeing Kongsi's shy and excited look, he handed a pack of square tinfoil to the man's mouth: "Take it well."

Kong Si blushed obediently, and did not let go all the way, until he got out of the car and wanted to continue to bite the condom to show off.

Jing Chi talked and coaxed him to come back, and then took him home.

After putting the man on the bed, he didn't care about Kong Si anymore, that guy was so adaptable that he didn't need to pay attention to it at all.

Throwing the things he bought on the bed, Kong Si immediately unpacked them happily and started playing with them.

Jing Chi didn't bother to ask him who the prototype was, and planned to look for it by himself while the other party was playing.

There is a small bookshelf in Kong Si’s room, on which many books are neatly placed. Jing Chi went over to take a look, and the topmost ones were his unfinished manuscripts.

The other party's handwriting is very beautiful, long and thin golden body, every stroke and stroke is full of charm, Jing Chi flipped through it casually, and found that the other party's writing was quite good, and he couldn't stop reading it.

Obviously the literary talent is very good~

After reading a few more documents, all of them were handwritten or printed scripts. The more Jing Chi read it, the more he felt that Kongsi was a bit powerful.

When this guy was writing novels, he had such an illogical and sour appearance that it made people afraid to read more, but the scripts he wrote were actually quite upright.

The ancient costume dramas are simple and grand, while the modern dramas have an excellent rhythm, and there are many laughing points and selling points. The most important point is that each drama has a hidden meaning of growth, so that the height and depth of the entire script can be instantly reflected.

Very good, the material that can be made.

Jing Chi glanced at the guy on the bed, who was having fun playing with toys, and seemed to be working hard to prepare.

Damn, what a fucking body.

Jing Chi withdrew his eyes and put down the script, and looked at the bottom of the bookshelf. There were a few books lined up there, which were the online novels written by Kong Si before.

He picked them up and looked at them one by one, and couldn't help but miss the male protagonists of each world. He sighed and turned to the last author's postscript, read them one by one, and then there was a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

So, do you want to find an outlet for your secret love by writing?The plot and inspiration in it all come from dreams?

Oh, he knew it!

Putting down the book, Jing Chi walked towards the bed while unbuttoning his shirt. The guy on the bed crawled over with red eyes after seeing him, he was so drunk that he moved quickly.

With red eyes and cheeks, he went to help Jing Chi take off his clothes, making a fuss while taking off, begging him crying, "Hurry up, okay?"

"Are you sure you want to hurry up?"

"Um, woo..."

Jing Chi then complied with his wishes, but before long, the man begged him again in a broken voice: "Slow down...I can't kneel anymore..."

With a sound of "pa", Jing Chi hit the tip of his buttocks, which immediately turned red, and ordered: "No."

So Kong Si could only tremble and kneel there with his legs propped up, trembling like autumn leaves, shivering.Afterwards he cried hard, Jingchi finally calmed down and became gentler.

The voice was still slightly cold, and he asked him: "You said that the inspiration for your writing comes from dreams, but this Mr. Kong, what you described to me after you got drunk last night is not at all the same as in the book!"

Fuck, the meaning of coming from the dream means that the prototype is the two of them.

But the problem is! !

Why did he, Jingchi, become such a scumbag?

When did he do those insane things, rape and cheat on the hero again? !

day!

Days are not enough to relieve the hatred in my heart.

Already sweating profusely, the half-drunk and half-awake Xiao Ling barely analyzed the meaning of Jingchi's words, fearing that he would get angry, so he tried his best to answer him in a steady voice.

But the words have long been incoherent and fragmented: "No, the... part of the inspiration... all, all... the yellow part... woo... part."

How could he, a little Ling with no experience, write such a fat and juicy kang drama? Of course, he needed the blessing of dreams!

And having such a dream, I always feel that it is a pity not to write it down.

Jingchi: "That's why you wrote me as scum?"

Why in the dream, he is still a responsible and warm man. He has money and leisure, and he has to take Kong Si to have sex with him from time to time.

Why don’t we take the inspiration materials together, just take the color part, and then write him as scum, the operation is simply not too coquettish.

"No!" Kong Si shook his head and explained to him, the tears in his eyes soaked the pillow, the one who was tortured by him couldn't lift his head up, and the one below raised his head vigorously, "It wasn't...intentional..."

It is because I know that there is no possibility for the two of them, so when I write, I feel that it is better not to create an illusion for myself.

Having such a beautiful dream is enough for him to immerse himself in it.

So why not write a book, let yourself see the reality clearly, and then try to let go of that person.

But who knows, after writing several books in a row, I still clearly understand that the people in the book are not them. Even if I use them as prototypes and dreams as inspiration, I still can't get rid of my growing liking for that person in my heart.

Those endings are all fake.

Occasionally, I would also think about changing the ending and rewriting the whole text, but due to various reasons, I have not been able to start writing.

So those endings have become places that have always been brooding in my heart.

But recently, I don’t seem to mind the ending so much. Kong Simeng realized that the plot in the book has changed, and the books based on him and Jingchi have become very warm. The male lead will be with Gong happily. old.

It is enviable and yearning.

So he plucked up the courage to go to that clubhouse to find Jingchi.

After many years, he finally wanted to end his love.

Even if the ending won't be warm and sweet, it doesn't matter.

but.

But Kong Si felt that he was very warm and sweet now, and he felt that he would never regret being treated like this by the person he liked.

He no longer needs to be envious of the heroine in the book, and he no longer needs to ruminate over the scene in his dream in the morning to sigh and be sentimental. Once in his life, he is already very, very satisfied.

Kong Si couldn't bear it anymore and cried out, shaking violently: "Jingchi... I... woo... I like you..."

Jing Chi sneered, and ignored his begging for mercy: "Do you think I will forgive you if you say that?"

It's a beautiful idea.

Of course, you have to give him a good punishment.

Oh shit, the fit is fucking perfect.

The author has something to say: Kong Si: In order to make up for my fault, I decided to extend the punishment for three days and three nights.

Jingchi: No, I have decided to forgive you.

Confucius: I can't forgive myself!

Jingchi:...