: Naturally, life is full of hatred, Shui Changdong (18)

Author: Yaoli

: Naturally, life is full of hatred, Shui Changdong (18)

He turned off the hair dryer. At this time, the silence was terrifying, and the tight and explosive body lines under the thin pajamas were very oppressive.

He stared closely at Yan Ran who closed his eyes. Maybe he didn't wake up, maybe he knocked him out, but these were not important.

The man still had a calm tone, "This is too cheap for you..."

The cold white skin has mottled red marks that are particularly conspicuous, and the long and thick eyelashes are tightly closed.

Fu Ji's expression suddenly became very scary.

The rough fingertips rubbed the red marks, and the original light red color became darker. The soft and white skin seemed to be rubbed off a layer of skin, and the dark eyes became very penetrating, "It's not enough..."

It's not that I don't want to give up, it's not that I can't do it, it's just that I don't want her to die so easily.

How could his hands be shaking?

The strong hatred covered the flash of instability in my heart.

The Yan Ran he looked at had no expression or words. The aura around him fell silent, and the whole person fell quietly into madness.

——

There was a slight movement next to him, and he heard a muffled grunting in his throat. There was no movement from the people around him, but he could feel the other person's eyes falling on his face.

His breathing was steady, without the slightest hint of guilt or uneasiness, just like when he was asleep.

What surprised him was that the people around him didn't say anything or do anything. The sound of the quilt being rubbed was heard and they walked to the bathroom silently.

Fu Ji opened his eyes, his dark eyes rolled, and the bathroom door closed quickly.

The sound of clothes rubbing against each other in the overly silent room seemed to be infinitely amplified.

Fu Ji quietly opened his eyes a small crack.

The young man's back was turned to him, and he was wearing a black turtleneck sweater to cover his scars. His slender waistline was too graceful, and his arms were very thin.

She lowered her head and was wearing her watch.

After tidying up, she turned around and came to the bedside. Fu Ji closed her eyes first.

He thought Yan Ran was going to do something, so his whole body was on guard, his muscles tensed, ready to explode at any time.

But after waiting for a long time, he felt the quilt being pulled to block out the cold wind, and his arms that were outside were gently stuffed into the quilt by the young man, tucking the corners of the quilt to make sure that there was no air leakage.

Then left with satisfaction.

Click, the door was closed.

There seemed to be a residual aroma on the tip of his nose, like a hook. Fu Ji seemed to have been cast on a body-fixing spell. His back was stiff and he even stopped breathing. After a long time, he slowly relaxed.

In the winter morning, the dewdrops were crystal clear and the fog was filled. The sunshine broke through the fog and dispelled the cold.

——

The hot body was doing sexy moves, and tens of thousands of drinks were poured on the woman's face.

The psychedelic lights became a kind of disguise, slightly hiding the dirty things in the dark.

Yue Ling, who was used to seeing this kind of scene, found it boring. He held an almost finished cigarette between his fingers and unbuttoned two buttons, revealing his wheat-colored chest.

After smoking the last cigarette, Yue Ling got up and said, "I'm leaving first-"

"Hey, the fun hasn't started yet." Watching him stand up, the person who invited him also stood up, "Why are you leaving in such a hurry? The fun is yet to come."

In order to give this man face, Yue Ling sat back again.

He was very unattractive, and the temperature in the box was high. He was only wearing a shirt with folded cuffs, and there were a few letters tattooed on his exposed forearm. There was a kind of stern and fierce look between his eyebrows.

He just sat here without saying a word, and no woman dared to come up and take the initiative to talk to him.

Jin Junyu was completely different. He ate and played happily. Seeing that Yue Ling looked uninterested, he sat over.

"What's the matter with you? You look a little strange these days."

Well, Yue Ling is a noisy master, but he has been strangely calm these past few days. He has no energy to do anything. Even when he goes out to play, he seems so careless.

"Boring." Yue Ling glanced around and found nothing of particular interest, so he looked back.

"Ah? There are new goods today. They are all clean. Don't you want to pick them?" Jin Junyu said.

The women in the box all looked young, beautiful, and pure, wearing simple short skirts, like college students, but Yue Ling didn't even glance at them, and he didn't even raise his eyes a few times.

"I heard that you went to the company a few days ago?"

"Yes, it's time to make contact."

"Then you still come out to play? Aren't you afraid of being scolded by the old man?"

Yue Ling said with a somewhat cold tone: "Those boys lied to me and said Brother Yan would come."

The person next to me shouted that I was wronged, "Oh my conscience! It's Brother Yue. You hung up the phone on me before I had time to hear what I had to say."

Jin Junyu laughed, "You don't know that Brother Yan has been very busy recently, and Brother Yan and we are not from the same world." He picked up the cigarette case on the coffee table, smoked two cigarettes, and gave one to Yue Ling.

Yue Ling didn't pick up the cigarette. He took a deep breath and suppressed the depression in his heart, but his tone was still a little dissatisfied, "Who are we and you? Don't involve me in everything, okay?"

Jin Junyu raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "Okay, okay, I'm a bitch."

After speaking, the atmosphere became quiet.

After a while, Yue Ling's Adam's apple rolled up, and he wiped his face vigorously with both hands, and said in a hard voice: "I feel like something is wrong with me recently."

Upon hearing this, Jin Junyu immediately became excited and said excitedly: "Of course I know something is wrong with you. What's wrong? Tell your brother."

Yue Ling swallowed with a dry throat, raised a hand and pressed it on his forehead, covering his deep eyebrows, making them appear dark and unclear.

"I..." His voice became hoarse inexplicably, "I had a dream a few days ago..."

Jin Junyu pricked up his ears to listen and couldn't wait to ask: "What dream?"

"What else could it be? You must be dreaming about Brother Yan, right?" The people next to them didn't hear clearly what they were talking about, but vaguely heard a dream, so they joked like this.

Everyone knew that he had a good relationship with Yan Ran, so when he heard this, he made a joke.

Suddenly hearing the same name as the person in the dream, Yue Ling's face was unpredictable, his brows trembled, and then he smiled, "It's true."

They didn't take it seriously and thought it was a joke.

"Is it true or false? What did you dream about? Tell me and let everyone know."

"It can't be that you're having an erotic dream! Hahahahaha."

They were joking and talking in a pornographic manner unintentionally, but Yue Ling listened and thought of the bizarre dream he had that night. There was a fire in his heart. He felt that all the blood in his body was flowing backwards and his fingertips were trembling.

In an abnormal state of excitement.
Chapter completed!