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The manager of the 'Guangming Community' personally drove Xiao Bailong to a private hospital. The VIP ward was equipped with two doctors and three nurses, and it was decorated with high-end furniture.

Originally, according to Xiao Bailong's status, he was definitely not up to this level, but this time it was different, the 'Guangming Community' was wronged first, and the second master Xing was defeated again. They carried money boxes, flower baskets, and fruits. Lan waited carefully all the way, afraid that something wrong with this master would blow up the flames and turn around and ruin their situation...

Song Jin stood at the door to fill out the hospitalization form, Xiao Bailong was pushed out to take a film, a nurse held a cotton ball to wipe Xing Likun's face, but he dodged impatiently.

The blood on his face was scabbed, smudged, and glued together with thick black eyelashes, but he just didn't want anyone else to touch it.

The manager smiled cautiously beside him, "Brother Kun, look at what happened today..."

Xing Likun sat there, not bothering to raise his eyelids, "You can figure it out."

He didn't want to care about those messy things, and he didn't want Song Jin to know that they had won, and it was fine. It didn't matter how dangerous the process just now was.

The manager immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "Then don't worry, I promise it won't be any better than the two of them."

Song Jin came in from the outside, and when he saw that Xing Likun was still covered with blood on his face, he was unhappy, "What's the matter with your hospital? Those who lie down are patients, and trauma is not considered a patient? This blood is screaming." Don't need to deal with it?"

Xing Likun hummed to him, "That's right, no one cares about me."

Nurse,"……"

The manager coughed twice, "Brother Kun, take good care of you and Xiao Bailong, and I'll leave first."

Xing Likun nodded casually, his eyes fixed on Song Jin's body, as if he couldn't see enough.

The nurse was especially helpful, checked Xing Likun's wound without stitches, consciously handed the alcohol cotton box to Song Jin, closed the door and went out.

Song Jin poked the alcohol cotton back and forth with tweezers, but he couldn't do it. There was a crack on Xing Likun's brow bone, his flesh was turned outward, and there were bloodshot faintly, and he felt uncomfortable looking at it.

"Kun'er, why don't you call the nurse over? Don't hurt you... hey!"

Song Jin let out an exclamation, and was dragged over by Xing Likun and sat on his lap. Xing Likun tipped his toes, and he slid all the way to the bottom. It hurts him.

This man really can be in heat at any time and place. The alcohol cotton box in Song Jin's hand almost turned over, and goose bumps all over his body, he squinted his eyes and snorted, his thick nasal voice turned around, just right It's on Xing Likun's apex.

Xing Likun breathed heavily, lifted Song Jin's clothes and touched them in. From the flat and tight belly to the slightly concave waistline, he squeezed hard on his daughter-in-law's thin chest muscles, and slowly pinched it with his thumb and index finger. The two little tender pearls, "Bao, was I handsome just now?"

Song Jin glared at him, his eyes were soft, and he couldn't even lift his arms. He could only bury his face in Xing Likun's neck and gasp in a low voice. His nostrils were full of sweat that hadn't dissipated, that kind of rough and direct masculinity. The son made Song Jin's mind constantly circulate the fight in Guangming Community, and the hormones burst out, and he became hard instantly.

Xing Likun obviously felt it too, lifted his hips and shrugged him, "Say, do you like it?"

"...Fuck!" Song Jin took a deep breath, squatted down the alcohol cotton box on the table next to him, held Xing Likun's cheeks with all his strength, and kissed Xing Likun's cheeks straight away. Looking into Xing Likun's eyes, there is a surge of love and anger in his eyes, biting this man's mouth to chat with others, it hurts him, and makes him know that he loves him.

The dried blood was melted by the saliva, and the pungent smell spread between the lips and tongue, and there was a lingering and sweet taste—how could he not like such a man?

How can you not love? !

Xing Likun sucked back the kiss fiercely, and pulled Song Jin into his arms with all his strength, wishing to rub people into the flesh and blood, take root in each other and grow together, entangled with a vine that could not be pulled apart and pulled continuously.

The sound of water sucking in the room gradually became scorching hot. Song Jin's belt was pulled away, and Xing Likun roughly took off half of his trousers, revealing his plump buttocks and deep hip slit. Xing Likun His fingers went all the way down, and slowly sank in...

Song Jin hooked Xing Likun's shoulders, raised his hips slightly to cooperate with his invasion, his thighs were tense and trembling, and could not hold back at any time.

Xing Likun rubbed the protruding chrysanthemum, then slid to the front of the tight pouch to probe lightly, and chewed Song Jin's tongue forcefully, the sharp tip of the teeth scraped the most tender taste buds, leaving trails of sourness He licked every warm and sensitive mucous membrane in Song Jin's mouth savagely, the kiss was so deep and drunk that he almost chewed people up and swallowed them.

The red-hot eyes looked at each other, and the passionate bodies were entangled. The tents set up by the two people were stacked together, and the front end was already stained a little by the friction and impact of the rough cloth.

Their deepest and deepest desire for each other accumulates deeper and deeper and breaks through the ignition point in the brakes again and again. It seems that as long as a tiny butterfly flaps its wings, it will trigger a tsunami that swallows the sky and the earth.

Xing Likun's iron arm was around Song Jin's waist, and his thick chest muscles squeezed the only breath of oxygen in his chest. Song Jin's eyes were red, and he couldn't hold back any longer. Mouth—If you kiss me any more, you'll die!

The two of them were fighting, and the door was suddenly opened by Kara.

Xiao Bailong was originally sitting in a wheelchair, his chest was wrapped around his chest by an elastic chest strap, and he was struggling to breathe, but now he suddenly jumped up and closed the door nimbly, in pain.

The nurse who pushed him from behind was stunned, why is this?

Xiao Bailong gasped and said, "I'm changing clothes inside, wait for a while."

Song Jin was so ashamed that she stood up in a panic and pulled up her pants, half-pushing her butt to dry.

Xing Likun was still competing there, "Did he watch it?"

"I watched it! Who's to blame?" Song Jin blushed, wishing he could find a crack in the ground and sneak in. Damn it, he didn't even see Xiao Bailong...

Why did you go crazy with me just now?Is the hospital a place to do business... Anyway, the door must be locked!How else can men think with their lower body, but with sperm on their brains, they have no IQ at all.

The two of them tidied up, Xing Likun still had a big swollen bag under Xing Likun, his size could not be hidden as long as he got up a little bit, Song Jin simply took off his coat and covered his lap, then went to open the door and called the nurse in After treating the wound, I went downstairs to buy dinner by myself.

Xiao Bailong was also very embarrassed, and when he saw Brother Kun's gloomy face, he shuddered, it was a bad dish, and now it has stabbed a hornet's nest!

Xing Likun didn't say a word, and waited for the nurse to wipe his blood and give him medicine, and there was no one else in the room, then he took off Song Jin's coat and walked towards Xiao Bailong step by step.

Xiao Bailong howled pitifully, "Brother, don't tell me, I really don't know you and sister-in-law...I'm a sick man!!"

"I see that you are in good spirits." Xing Likun grabbed Xiao Bailong's collarbone, and squinted at him sourly, what he cared about in his heart was not one thing at all—"Just now...you saw that?"

"Ah." Xiao Bailong nodded honestly, and when he realized what Xing Likun was asking, he immediately shook his head, "No, I didn't see clearly, my eyesight is not good, I really didn't see clearly!"

If he dared to admit that he saw his sister-in-law half-pull her ass, the fracture would become a fracture!

Xing Likun snorted, and patted Xiao Bailong's face, "If you see it, you have to forget it. If you dare to speak out, I can't beat you to death."

Xiao Bailong frowned, "If you don't bring someone like you, if you have a daughter-in-law, you won't have brothers!"

"Are you envious?" Xing Likun supported the tent, leaned back on the sofa generously, spread his legs to let off steam, "If you are envious, quickly find one yourself."

Hearing this, Xiao Bailong suddenly fell silent, and it took a while before he spoke, "Brother Kun, do you feel the difference between your sister-in-law and other men?"

Xing Likun said quietly, "I want to fuck him."

"...Oh," Xiao Bailong wiped his face, "Then I can rest assured."

At most, he just likes to tease Liu Zhao, and he likes to watch the demo of him jumping up and down in a hurry, this... is it normal?It's the same as running on buddies in school when I was a child, it doesn't mean anything messy.

Liu Zhao is good-looking, but he is a man, and he likes decent girls with big boobs and thin waists.

Song Jin came in from the door, in addition to the meals packed in the hotel next door, she also had a stainless steel thermos in her hand.

He put the food on the table, poured out the big bone soup in the pot and served it to Xiao Bailong, "Someone put it in the nurse's place, I will name it for you."

Xiao Bailong shrank his neck, "Sister-in-law, it's not poisonous..."

Song Jin was overjoyed, and gave him the spoon, "I wish you peace."

Xiao Bailong looked at the thick soup for half a minute, and finally took a sip from the spoon, it was quite delicious.

Song Jin suddenly said, "Oh, by the way, the nurse said that the person who delivered the soup was named Liu."

"Puff—cough cough cough..." Xiao Bailong sprayed soup on the bed, coughing until his chest almost burst.

Xing Likun gave Song Jin a piece of green pepper beef, "Don't talk to him when you're eating."

Song Jin smirked, that person actually didn't leave a name, but besides that young master Liu Zhao just now, who else could remember this rotten shrimp?