bucket list

A week later, Zong Chi saw the scruffy-haired thin little boy again downstairs in the hospital.

The boy was still sitting by the flower bed in the parking lot behind the inpatient building, hugging his knees in a daze.Zong Chi couldn't help staring at him all the time, and found that the other party had a new injury - this time on the neck where even the hair couldn't cover it, there was a circle of intermittent red marks, and some places were still blue.

He knew that this idea was stupid and groundless, but he always felt that Jian Changche must have looked like this when he was a child, thin and small, in a daze all day long.

"What are you looking at?"

"What?" Zong Chi raised his head in astonishment.

When he didn't notice, a man was already standing very close to him, looking at him expressionlessly.

"What are you looking at, that kid?" the man asked again.

"I see that he often sits alone, and there is no parent around." Zong Chi said.

"I, I am his parent." The man said, and asked again: "Do you often see him?"

Zong Chi was even more surprised at once - Jian Changche's previous speculation was entwined in his heart like a poisonous snake.He looked at the man calmly—about 1.7 meters tall, with thin limbs, but with a beer belly suddenly bulging.Zong Chi said casually, "That's it, then it's all right."

Out of the corner of his eye, he could feel the man's probing gaze, Zong Chi thought for a while and couldn't help but ask, "Are you his father?"

"That's right," the man said, and then changed his tune: "I am."

Zong Chi thought about this strange answer, and he understood—this person is probably not the child's biological father, but a stepfather or some relative who acts as a "guardian".

He nodded and asked again, "How old is your child?"

"14 is old."

Zong Chi couldn't help being a little surprised, the child looked to be eleven or twelve years old at most, about the same as a primary school student.

"They're 14 years old, they look so young." Zong Chi sighed.

The man grinned, nodded, and there was a hint of complacency in his eyes: "Yes, he will be fifteen next month, which is really not too young, but..." He stopped talking in half, and kept silent. A "you get it" look.

Zong Chi was confused for a moment, but then he thought of what Jian Changche said earlier, and suddenly got connected in his mind.

"He was being bullied at school or at home."

"Maybe he was molested by a relative at home, but because he is dependent on others or afraid of power, he dare not ask for help."

"It must be a teacher or an elder, a person with a large gap in power and authority."

Since the child is already 14 years old, but he is malnourished and neither grows nor grows flesh, could it be... is he intentionally staying in a juvenile body?If this is the case, then the dark and evil purpose behind it will be clearly revealed.

A ball of anger ignited in Zong Chi's heart, and the anger instantly rushed to his celestial cap, burning even the root of his hair.Through the flames, he seemed to see the young Jian Changche, the Jian Changche who had no arms, could not fight, lost his relatives, and was helpless.He has no relatives around him, no magical psychiatrist, and no himself.He can't travel through time and space to go back to the past, the past when the two didn't know each other, and save the lonely boy from fire and hell, but today, he should have a different chance.

So Zong Chi didn't explode immediately, but took two slow, almost inaudible deep breaths, turned his face to face the man as calmly as possible, took two steps to the side, and waved his fingers at him.

The man followed without knowing why.

Zong Chi deliberately lowered his voice and asked, "So...is that it?"

Such an unclear question made the smile on the man's face instantly more obvious. He unabashedly looked at Zong Chi's whole outfit from beginning to end, and nodded in satisfaction: "Well, come with me."

Zong Chi nodded and followed, while quietly turning on the camera on his phone.

In the evening, Jian Changche came home from get off work, and as soon as he walked downstairs, he found that the light in his living room was on.He raised his neck, stopped for a moment, and counted the floors again to make sure it was his home.

Why is this guy here again, and he really won't go back to his apartment?What a waste.Jian Chang thought outright.

He took a deep breath, buried his head and rushed into the stairwell, and ran up the stairs in three steps at a time. It was not until the last few stairs that he slowed down and secretly recovered his breath.When he opened the door with the key, his expression had returned to normal. Zong Chi was sitting at the dining table watching the computer, and a speaker from nowhere was playing music.

Zong Chi raised his head and showed an unusually hearty smile: "Are you back? Have you eaten yet?"

Jian Changche was taken aback by this smile, raised the plastic bag in his hand, and said, "No, I bought vegetables."

"Do you cook?" Zong Chi's eyes lit up immediately, and he said, "I'll help you."

Jian Changche sneered: "What can you help?"

"Then I'll watch you do it." Zong Chi was not annoyed, closed the computer and looked at him with a smile.But when he put on the apron, Zong Chi's eyes were so obscene that he couldn't bear to look directly at him.

Jian Changche wanted to ignore him and cook well, but as soon as he lowered his head to cut the meat, Zong Chi started to make some horrible remarks behind him, similar to: "You should lower your waist a little bit", "Your buttocks should be raised a little bit" and "Can you take your pants off before you cook" or something.

Jian Changche turned around to hang out the kitchen knife, a cold light flashed, and Zong Chi finally fell silent.

Three quarters of an hour later, the rotten meat vermicelli, dry pot cabbage and lemon shredded chicken soba noodles were set on the dining table. These dishes were originally intended to be eaten by Jian Changche in the next three days.Every time Zong Chi took a bite of the dish, he shouted in shock, "It's delicious!"

"As long as you can eat it." Jian Changche said calmly.

"No, it's really delicious!"

I am used to high-end cuisine, so what is so rare about this kind of home-cooked food, Jian Changche thought in his heart, but his ears were still a little hot: "Come on, eat quickly, stop acting."

"It's really delicious." Zong Chi said sincerely with his mouth full and his eyes full.

Jian Changche frowned, but her ears turned redder.

Zong Chi was obviously in a good mood and had a great appetite. He cleaned up all the dishes seriously, and even asked to do the dishes.Jian Changche wondered if he had a problem with his taste buds, or if he was actually a culinary genius, he didn't know it before.

"I'm good at washing dishes," Zong Chi said. "My grandma taught me this before I went abroad to study. He said that if you go out to live with your classmates, you can't do nothing."

"What?" Jian Changche didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

It was just the scene where Zong Chi was wearing an apron and rolled up his shirt sleeves to clean up the dishes. How magical he looked, he couldn't help but ask, "Do you want to take off your watch?"

"It's okay, it's waterproof." Zong Chi shook his wrist indifferently.

He couldn't help laughing at Zong Chi's childish appearance bouncing around the dining table, and couldn't help but ask, "What are you happy about?"

"It's nothing, it's just that the work is going well, just feel happy." Zong Chi said, "The work is going well. Thanks to you sending me the documents last week, it has been going well until now."

Jian Changche naturally didn't believe this reason.

But Zong Chi didn't say it's okay, Jian Changche instantly thought that he was working as a minion in the company... no, domineering... It's not right, anyway, it's that serious and serious appearance that formed a huge and distinct relationship with him at this moment. contrast.

I don’t know if it’s because of the warm yellow candlelight flickering from the scented candles, or because of Zongchi’s pleasant voice humming softly in his throat, or because of his casual clothes—his shirt cuffs are wrinkled, his neckline is loose, and his tie is still in a mess Tucked in the breast pocket.In short, the whole person looks soft.

"Do you know why you shake your M so much?" Jian Changche said deliberately, "It's because you always pretend to be a Tyrannosaurus Rex in the company, yelling and breathing fire all day long, and scolding this and that. Like you A man with a particularly alpha social role and class status, subconsciously has a subconscious masochistic tendency, longing for a do...dom..."

"Dominant," Zong Chi helped him finish, without any anger, and said with a smile, "Is this what the psychology book you read also said?"

"So, is that so?" Jian Changche crossed the dining table and grabbed his tie.

"What do you think?" Zong Chi propped his arms on the table, tilted his head and said, "Do you want to try it? Do you want to play?"

Play around and see.

The object of this "play" is obviously Zong Chi.Tall and handsome, generous and rich, and a very strong and strict CEO outside, Zong Chi asked him if he wanted to "play around", as if the other party was a sex toy that he could control at will.

He can make Zong Chi blindfolded, naked and wearing a tie to walk around the house, or kneel at his feet motionless, acting as human furniture without dignity.He could tie Zong Chi's hands behind his back and play with his big, straight, upturned cock so much that he wouldn't be allowed to cum without his permission.He would stipulate this, but he would play with Zongchi's penis even more mercilessly, rubbing the sensitive zone under his crown, making him endure until his chest was covered with sweat and his abdominal muscles heaved, and he would not let go even after begging for forgiveness.

Then Zong Chi couldn't help but spit out, he would pretend to be angry, even if the other party apologized, he would not forgive.Not only that, but he continued to play with his extremely sensitive cock-head right after orgasm until he got an uncontrollable erection again, which made him feel pain and pleasure.

"What are you thinking, tell me something good if you think of it." Zong Chi leaned close to him, and touched his bulging crotch—the gray sweatpants had been propped up at an angle.

"Say it, maybe it will come true." Zong Chi whispered seductively in his ear, and rolled his earlobe and pinna with the tip of his tongue.

"I want to see you fuck the pillow." Jian Changche said.

"What?" Zong Chi was stunned.

Jian Changche threw him a sofa pillow: "Don't you ask me what I'm thinking? I want to see the male dog in heat."

"No." Zong Chi blushed slightly—performing this unscrupulous way of masturbating in front of others was a bit beyond his imagination.He coquettishly said: "Don't fuck the pillow, the male dog wants to fuck the little bitch."

"Who is the bitch?" Jian Changche grabbed him by the collar and pressed down, coldly said: "Kneel down." Then he threw the pillow between Zongchi's legs, and with his bare feet across the pillow, Stomp hard.

Zong Chi understood that he wanted to play the BD plot just mentioned, and immediately became excited.His crotch was stepped on by the pillow, but it was not good enough, and he was scratching his boots, so he could only rub his waist upright, just like Jian Changche ordered him to fuck the pillow one by one.

Jian Changche looked at him condescendingly.

Although Zong Chi was kneeling with his knees apart and was in a weak posture, the way he raised one eyebrow and looked at himself with lowered eyes was full of aggression, even with a hint of evil.Zong Chi looked at him viciously, not knowing what was going on in his mind, and the pillow felt like he was fucking it.He held Jian Changche's ankle with one hand and pressed it on the pillow, and unbuttoned his shirt one by one with one hand, casting shadows on the contours of his abdominal and pectoral muscles.The movement of his waist and buttocks is very sensational—the waist sags first, and then the strong buttocks come down again.

Jian Changche's overlooking angle is the best viewing point.

He admired it for a while, then suddenly pulled the mat away, seeing that Zong Chi's crotch was so hard, he looked at himself eagerly, looking very aggrieved.

"I knew it, you wouldn't fuck me if I didn't wear a suit, I'm just a uniform tool!" Zong Chi yelled.

Jian Changche almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

He bent down, hugged Zong Chi's head, grabbed his hair and kissed him.Zong Chi used his strength to turn around with him, pinning him under him, and the gray sweatpants were instantly ripped off.

Zong Chi grinned: "Where are your sexy thongs?"

Jian Changche kicked him lightly: "Could it be possible to still wear it to work?"

Zong Chi has no objection—as long as it's not the mysterious paper underwear.In fact, that's fine too.He quickly pulled Jian Chang completely, and he was still muttering: "The tool man is the tool man, do you want me to get a police uniform to wear, or military camouflage?

You order. "

"You can save yourself," Jian Changche said, after thinking about it, he said with a smirk: "How about buying a collar and a dog leash?"

Zong Chi sighed loudly and complained, "You can't even be a tool man, you have to be a tool dog!"

Jian Changche finally couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.