Ren is ruthless and touching

Chapter 21

There was a cluster of cold flames in the ruthless and dark eyes, and he struggled more violently. In extreme anger, his thin and flexible body quickly broke free from Zhao Huan's arms. The hole ||| mouth slipped out, and it was still stained with sticky semen ||| fluid.Ruthlessly naked|||The naked body was shaking, he felt cold, and nauseated.

"Get lost! I think you're disgusting!" Before the effect of the medicine wore off, he slapped Zhao Huan almost with all his strength.Sitting up, he put his arms on the edge of the bed and tried to get out of bed.

How can you stop halfway through this kind of thing?With sharp eyes and quick hands, Zhao Huan grabbed his waist and pressed him down again.

"Hush—be quiet." With ruthless and terrified eyes, Zhao Huanlue's rough palms slid across the brocade-like white and flawless skin. It was cool, soft, and elastic. It belonged to living people, and it was blue. The blood vessels are densely covered under the skin, and fresh blood flows inside, and the arteries on the side of the neck are still pulsating.

Thinking of this, Zhao Huan frowned, feeling extremely disgusted, he only liked gray and dead things, only these lifeless things that would not betray him and were at his mercy lay under him, Only then can he feel at ease and be ||| excited.

A psychiatrist showed him that this kind of disease is called "|||corpse|||addiction" in medicine.He was very upset when he heard that, so he let the winking doctor, the strange medical certificate, and the disease disappear together.

At this time, desire was so painful because there was nowhere to relieve it, he looked down, and his face became a little colder.

So, he pinched Ruqing's waist to keep him immobile, and then whispered: "Pretty baby, be honest and let me finish. You see, it's actually very simple, you just need to lie down obediently and don't move. You are willing to play 3P with that old Cai Jing, what do you think I am worse than him?"

He frowned mercilessly: "Yeah, he's not as good as you, you are much more perverted than him."

I don't know why, it's just a sexual matter, it shouldn't be so contradictory, but today he just feels disgusting and dangerous.

So he tried his best to shrink back at the head of the bed to avoid Zhao Huan's touch, and said coldly, "Let me go."

Although this kind of cold beauty is very appetizing to him, no one dares to refuse him like this. Zhao Huan's disheveled eyebrows were raised, and his expression was obviously displeased. Dangerous factors floated everywhere in the silent confrontation between the two.

Staring at the prey for a long time, Zhao Huan suddenly changed his face, let go of the ruthless arms that were imprisoning him, and said: "Yes, I will let you go, but do you dare to go?" He had a standard politician-like, amiable smile on his face, and he didn't even bother to hide the knife in the smile.

"You said, if you go out like this today and spoil my interest, what consequences will you and everything around you bear?"

Wu Qing pursed his lips and said nothing, but it was obvious that he was scared.

The middle-aged man squinted his cloudy and narrow eyes, staring at the ruthlessly trembling eyelashes, and said words like a spell that seduced people: "No one can save you, and you can't save others. People are nothing but living for themselves. Everything else is "follow me and you will prosper, go against me and you will perish". You are obedient and good to everyone. Maybe..." He bullied Wuqing, but his eyes moved, Wuqing followed his eyes, The pistol hidden under the pillow showed a corner, almost out of subconscious self-protection, he ruthlessly grabbed the delicate Browning, and pointed the black muzzle at Zhao Huan's forehead.

"Very good. I knew you would find it." Zhao Huan smiled with satisfaction, "Do you want to use it to kill me? Can you use it?"

The smile on this man's face was sly. He seemed to be sure that Wuqing would not shoot. He purposely moved a little closer, and his tone became more relaxed: "Oh, I forgot, you can use it. According to the police investigation report For the record, a pistol was found in your room, but it was full of magazines and was decorated in a bookcase, and there was no trace of bullets being fired at all..."

"Actually, you can't press the trigger, right... Killing people is not that simple," Zhao Huan's lips were pressed against Wuqing's ear, and the delicate doll-like person trembled in his arms, "You just It is the pistol that was neglected as an ornament. The muzzle of the gun has been aimed at those who do whatever they want on your bed countless times like today... But, if hatred can kill people, they would have died thousands of times already .Why are they still standing alive and kicking in front of you? Oh, you can’t do anything.”

Wuqing thought that he had already forgotten the feeling of fear. All along, he was not afraid of pain, darkness, loss, or obstruction. He just walked fearlessly like this. He couldn't look back, because what he saw when he looked back was not the shore, but It is a lonely grave.

But today, he was holding the cold gun body, pointing the muzzle at the enemy's head, but his hands were shaking badly.

Yes, he couldn't fire a gun.

I have to admit that what Zhao Huan said is correct: only hatred cannot kill people.

The obscene and deep male voice was like a cold dead hand, quietly stretched out from the darkness, strangled the ruthless neck, at first his breathing was in a mess, now he seems to be in an oxygen-free dark room, trying his best to absorb the meager breath The air, the painful and suppressed groan|||groan, was as weak as the whimper of a small animal.

Zhao Huan was satisfied to see the terrified expression of the prey he was playing with. He was close enough to see the shrunken pupils in the ruthless beautiful eyes and the trembling hair on the soft cheeks.

"Bah."

The gun was too heavy for merciless fingers to hold it any longer.

In the end, the pistol ran along the edge of the bed and fell onto the blanket under the bed.

He closed his eyelashes ruthlessly and desperately, and what finally stood still was Zhao Huan's sinister triumphant smile.

Like a nightmare, entangled and unable to break free.

At noon the next day, Wu Qing was allowed to leave the palace, or he had the strength to walk out of this nightmare place.

As soon as he turned on his cell phone, the message from Chasing Life and Cold Blood almost burst the cell phone, he held his breath while shuffling away, replying to them himself and going back in a while.

By the way, he sent a message to Gu Xichao.

At the back door of the palace, a man who looked like a clerk seemed to have just got off work, and walked out the door.

He walked to the parking lot and drove his silver Lexus, took the longest detour, from the back door of the palace to the side of the square at the main entrance of the palace.

Wuqing came out from the main entrance of the palace, and the guards greeted him cordially, and watched him disappear into the bustling square.

He ruthlessly opened the car door, almost threw his body into the car, and sat back tiredly.

Gu Xichao pulled away his sunglasses, looked at his pale face, frowned and asked: "What's going on?" He glanced at the hickey on his neckline, and immediately became angry: "It's Zhao Huan?"

He waved his hand ruthlessly: "Driving, talk on the road."

Gu Xichao started the car, and the silver-gray car quickly disappeared on the busy avenue.

There are a lot of cars on the road, not to mention slow driving, and there is still a bit of traffic near the intersection.

The sun was shining at noon, and the weather was hot. Everyone couldn't get away from all kinds of worries, but the big and small cars could only move in step, but the Lexus honked its horn like a convulsion, sharp and harsh .

When encountering this kind of person, the drivers of the surrounding cars usually curse silently in their hearts: "Silly X."

Gu Xichao really lost his temper. After listening to Wuqing's description of Zhao Huan's behavior, he wished he could turn around and stab the pervert with a knife. clap on the trumpet.

Sitting ruthlessly on the co-pilot, leaning against the seat, resting his right hand on the edge of the car window to support his forehead, his face was as white as a piece of paper.

He closed his eyes slightly, pressed his fingers on his temples time after time, enduring the double torment of headache and stomach pain, and just wanted to take a quick rest, but he kept thinking and replaying in his mind, which was completely uncontrollable.

"So what are you going to do?" Gu Xi said with a cold face.

The ruthless speech was a little weak, and it sounded like a sigh: "Maybe I have to change the plan, let me think again."

Gu Xichao became even more worried: "You can't do this, if you keep suppressing like this, you will collapse first. You need to think about nothing now and take a good rest!"

Wuqing slightly opened his eyes, he looked at the traffic outside the window indifferently, and Zhao Huan's ghostly smile appeared in front of his eyes on that long and hopeless night yesterday, and he seemed to hear him say again: "You can't do anything."

Pull out a cigarette and light it.

The thin lips, which were almost bloodless, drew a sad arc: "I have no choice. The enemy has already formed an formation, and I have to fight."

He knew that he would come back this day, but he didn't expect it to be so fast, so fast that he was caught off guard.