Honey, open the door.

Zhou Chong's eyes suddenly darkened, but soon turned into confusion, and then anger.

He turned his head to look to the other side, his face stern, even his jawline tense.

Zhou Chong thought of his previous life.

When they first got together, they were apart more often than they were together.

Although Qingshan Xiaobao is a man of few words, they have a good relationship.

Later, Qingshan Xiaobao went to film movies, variety shows, and participate in various shows, and was away for seven months.

The contact between them became less and less, and Qingshan Xiaobao on the other side of the video became more and more cold.

Zhou Chong began to doubt their relationship and suspected that he was going to be dumped.

But one night, when he returned home and turned on the light, he saw Qingshan Xiaobao sitting on the sofa in the living room. He took two steps towards him excitedly, but then got angry at his coldness during this period, stopped, and looked sour.

"You don't turn on the lights at home? Are you trying to save me electricity?"

Qingshan Xiaobao turned around.

Zhou Chong asked him, "Why did you come back suddenly? Is your work over?"

"No." He paused, "I missed you."

When Zhou Chong was about to suppress the corner of his mouth, Qingshan Xiaobao stood up, untied his belt, and the bathrobe slipped off his shoulders.

Wearing nothing underneath.

He said two words -

"want to"

How! Similar! To Now!

From that time on, Qingshan Xiaobao was like a switch turned on. He would either pull his tie and say, "Come and do it," or climb on his shoulders and say, "Not enough."

How can he, a love-sick man who doesn't know the truth, withstand such temptation?

I was so drunk!

just now……

What else does Zhou Chong not understand when he sees him like this? !

He was terrified, uneasy, and miserable.

He doesn't tell him anything, so why is he seeking comfort in this way?

So is Zhou Chong a living person? Or is he just a fully automatic stick?

In his previous life, when Zhou Chong thought Qingshan Xiaobao didn’t like him, Qingshan Xiaobao’s bitterness could be said to be his only comfort.

At least, Xiaobao still covets his body and his sexual abilities.

I know in this life that Qingshan Xiaobao likes him.

The bitterness of Qingshan Xiaobao is simply a huge candy!

He also fantasized that one day, he would develop Qingshan Xiaobao into the same person he was in his previous life.

Turns out it wasn’t fucking sugar at all!

It's a fucking knife!

Zhou Chong was so angry that he wanted to cry.

I'm mad at his behavior!

I’m so angry that all I thought about in my previous life was sex!

Shan Qingshan saw that he was in a bad mood and grabbed his arm.

"Zhou Chong?"

Zhou Chong asked him angrily, "What did you think of me when you asked this question?"

Shan Qingshan choked.

He didn't expect this.

He just felt cold and the sun didn't warm his body.

Every time he was intimate with Zhou Chong, he felt hot and he wanted that feeling.

"I did not mean that."

Zhou Chongzhui felt upset. He broke away from Shan Qingshan's hand, shrank towards the car door, and sulked with his face towards the window.

Shan Qingshan sat down next to him and grabbed his arm.

"Just pretend I didn't say that, okay? I apologize."

Zhou Chong complained, "Is there anyone like you?"

"……sorry."

Zhou Chong gritted his teeth in anger, but he was even more angry at himself. He banged his head on the car door twice, then, as if he had made up his mind, held his face viciously.

"Qingshan Xiaobao, I do want to, but I don't want it like this. You have a mouth, I've seen it all! If you don't use him to talk, I'll kiss it to pieces! Don't you want to do it? How about I feed you every day?"

Shanqingshan.exe, which had never heard such a level of nonsense, stopped responding.

But her face was completely red.

It was so red that Zhou Chong's palms were burning.

After Zhou Chong finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed him gently on the lips.

After the kiss, he said fiercely, "If you dare to say such things again, I will kill you!"

Shan Qingshan felt a little embarrassed and glanced forward quickly, afraid that the driver would hear him.

I don't know when the partition rose.

He pulled his hand away and sat on the other side.

Zhou Chong immediately stuck to it.

"You're a top student, you know about the physics communicating vessels, right? They're connected at the bottom and open at the top."

Shan Qingshan covered his ears.

Don't want to hear it.

I can't look directly into the communicating vessel.

Zhou Chong took his hand away and tried to hold back his laughter. At this moment, the desire to tease him seemed to have the upper hand.

"If you dare to seek comfort from me in this way again without saying a word to me, I'll let you go this time, but I won't next time. We'll be one for the rest of our lives, connected in series as a connecting vessel, anytime, anywhere."

"I know, stop talking!"

Shan Qingshan wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into!

How can he look at physics directly in the future?

Physics no longer exists.

"You can't stand me just saying a few words? Who just said he wanted to make love?"

Shan Qingshan turned his head, glaring at him with red eyes and face.

Zhou Chong held back his laughter.

Stop teasing him.

"Can you tell me now, what's wrong with you?"

"feeling terrible."

Zhou Chong opened his arms, "Then give me a hug."

Shan Qingshan was so angry that he hit him on the back of his hand.

Zhou Chong let out an "Ah" and cried out in pain, then he fell onto Shan Qingshan, pulled him into his arms and kissed him twice.

When he got home, Zhou Chong found a Feng Shui master to calculate when would be the best time to move the grave.

The date was set before Qingming Festival.

Shan Qingshan looked for several cemeteries and selected two satisfactory plots. After selecting, he asked Zhou Chong.

"Can I send something to Shan Huai?"

"What do you want to give?"

Shan Huai is in prison now and cannot move.

Shan Qingshan didn't want him to enjoy himself in prison.

He would live alone in fear and torment.

"P gave him a family photo."

Zhou Chong understood what he wanted to do.

He smiled, "Okay, that's easy."

Shan Qingshan: "Give him another message."

Shan Qingshan: "Just stay in jail and I'll wait for him to come out."

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prison:

"Shan Huai, there is a package for you."

Shan Huai, who was operating the sewing machine, was stunned for a moment.

His whole family has come in, how can there still be packages?

He immediately stood up and took out a small box.

very light.

It was opened and inspected.

Shan Huai opened it and took out a photo and a piece of paper.

The moment he saw the photo, his face turned pale, as if he had seen a ghost.

The photo was obviously photoshopped, because it was impossible for their family to have such a photo, but it was photoshopped very well, without any trace. Except for the grandfather who had passed away long ago, all members of the Shan family were in it.

grandmother.

Shan Fang's family.

A single family.

There are also Shan Mingli and Susan.

Standing next to them was Shan Qingshan.

Everyone had a smile on their face, but Shan Huai felt creepy.

He quickly opened another piece of paper, on which was a cold, printed font:

Stay in jail and wait until you get out.

Shan Huai screamed, and the paper and photos fell to the ground.

The prison guard came over immediately and asked sternly, "What are you yelling about?"

The hair on my body stands on end due to the cold, and my heart and liver are broken.

He got it!

The prison guard picked up the photo and said, "Family photo? That's good. Your family misses you and is waiting for you. Fortunately, the frame is not made of glass, otherwise it would be broken."

"No, that's not the case..."

Shan Qingshan knows the truth!

He's going to kill him!

He will definitely kill him!

The prison guard placed the photo at his workstation.

"It's done."

Shan Huai resisted instinctively, but he had no way to disobey the prison guards.

The photo next to him was like the scythe of the Grim Reaper hanging around his neck, silently telling him that one day, his head would be cut off.

The more Shan Huai thought about it, the more frightened he became. He was distracted and put his hand under the sewing machine. The needle and thread pierced his flesh. He screamed and fell on the table, facing the smiling face of Shan Qingshan in the photo.