The wicked have their own evil

"Zhang Chi!" Zi Tong's voice was as icy as wind, but Zhang Chi found it pleasant and charming.

"Huh?" When Zhang Chi was waiting for Zi Tong's next sentence, he suddenly became dizzy and felt a severe pain in his brain. He fell to the ground unconsciously. He touched the right side of his head, saw that his finger was stained with blood, and cursed: " Fuck! You, you fucking hit me?"

The younger brother hurried over to help Zhang Chi, swallowed his saliva, and looked up at Zi Tong, feeling a deep sense of admiration and worship in his heart, it was the first time he saw someone dare to treat the boss like this.

Zitong looked coldly at the broken bowl and said, "Send him to the hospital."

-

Fifteen years ago, Zhang Chi was only 15 years old, and he had an extremely domineering face, taking his new recruits everywhere to bully and look at thin children.

However, Zi Tong is one of them, with a young and fair face, a small mouth that is always pursed, and long eyelashes that always hide deer-like eyes, she looks very well-behaved. The object of entertainment for the neighborhood punks.

He came out of the house as usual, with a small blue schoolbag on his back. As soon as Xiaonuo said goodbye to his mother, he turned a corner in the alley, and sure enough, he saw Zhang Chi.

The bully!

He unconsciously took two steps back, clutching the strap of his schoolbag tightly in his small hands, and frowned in dissatisfaction. It had been more than a month, and he had been blocking him every few days.

"What did I tell you last time?" Zhang Chi snorted and took two steps forward.

"I didn't bring any money." Zi Tong whispered, and looked up at him: "Please step aside, I'm going to be late for school."

Zhang Chi had already walked in front of him. The difference in body size made him feel oppressed. When he wanted to step back, he was blocked by Zhang Chi's younger brother.

"Little bitch, are you ignoring Lao Tzu's words?" Zhang Chi casually pushed him against the wall, looking at his little face, suddenly a little upset.

The children at that time didn't know the meaning of sissy. Seeing that Zitong was white and delicate, like a little girl, Zhang Chi naturally used the word sissy.

This is also the reason why Zhang Chi loves to bully him. As a man, he should be like him, masculine, rough and domineering, not like Zitong, who tidies himself up before going out.

Zi Tong pursed her lips and said nothing, she had nothing to say to the gangster.

"Fuck! Talk." Zhang Chi stretched out his hand to pinch his face, but Zi Tong yelled, "It hurts."

His right cheek was pinched red. At that time, he had a fleshy face, and with his delicate facial features, he looked very cute. Zhang Chi was young, so he didn't know how to describe it. In short, he felt like an apple, and he really wanted to take a bite.

After a few seconds, the bad temper came out again, and he called the two younger brothers over, saying: "Hold him."

Only then did Zitong show a little panic: "I... I'm really going to be late for school..."

Zhang Chi continued to rub his face, suddenly he couldn't put it down, he had to pinch his sides red before he stopped, seeing his tears from the pain, his big eyes were a little red, he sneered and said: "Are you a boy? Cry so easily?"

As he spoke, his pupils slipped and slipped under his crotch.

"Let me see if you are a man?"

After finishing speaking, he took off his pants, and what happened next is something that Zitong will never forget in his life.

Zitong was held up and couldn't move, so he could only watch Zhang Chi stretch his hand to his lower body, and grabbed him directly, making continuous laughter.

"It's so small, it's better to cut off yours and become a girl."

-

"Bah!"

Zhang Chi opened his eyes suddenly, first he saw the white boards on the ceiling, and then he looked forward to see all the white walls.He rubbed the bridge of his nose, but touched the gauze wrapped around his head.

Zhang Chi: "..."

Before he could speak, he sneezed because of the smell of disinfectant, which directly woke up his drowsy little brother.

"Boss, are you awake?" The younger brother rubbed his hands, got up quickly, and raised Zhang Chi's pillow.

Zhang Chi was half-lying comfortably, staring at the front as if there was nothing there, and didn't say a word, the younger brother was startled so strangely, he hesitated for a while and couldn't stop stuttering: "Boss, boss, are you okay? "

Boss Zhang glanced at him, and finally said, "I had a dream."

The younger brother asked, "What did you dream about?"

He thought for a while, and said with nostalgia: "In the past, when I was ten years old, I always liked to run to Wansheng Street to block people when I had nothing to do."

Younger brother: "..." If the boss grew up to be an old hooligan, he must have been a little hooligan when he was young. As for what blocking people do, he probably guessed a little bit and didn't dare to ask directly.

Boss Zhang changed the subject and asked, "Xiao Lin, how long have I been asleep?"

Zhou Xiaolin said dully, "It didn't take long, just half a day."

He suddenly remembered the gauze he touched just now, and shouted, "Bring over the mirror."

"Boss, boss, you are not disfigured."

He is a man in charge, he doesn't care about disfigurement, but he is afraid of looking funny, "Stop talking nonsense, I'll take it if I tell you."

Zhou Xiaolin hesitated for a moment, handed the mirror to Zhang Chi, turned around and slipped out, "Boss, I'll go buy porridge for you."

Sure enough, Zhou Xiaolin soon heard Zhang Chi's angry voice, "Fuck me."

-

Zhang Chi lazily lay on the hospital bed for a few days, only to see him holding a mirror and looking at his head wrapped like a rice dumpling repeatedly, his face getting darker and darker.

"Boss, I feel that you are handsome again!" Zhou Xiaolin swallowed, and flattered him with a smile, but he got more and more into the corner.

"Does it have to be wrapped like this?" Zhang Chi scolded, "I look like a fucking clown."

"How come! Boss, you are more handsome than the clown!" The younger brother said sincerely.

Zhang Chi glanced at him and beckoned, "Xiao Lin, come over here."

Zhou Xiaolin saw that Zhang Chi would not leave the hospital bed and beat him up, so he stood in the corner brazenly and said, "Boss, what do you want to eat? I'll go buy you something to eat!"

"I'm not hungry, I just have itchy hands, come here!"

Zhou Xiaolin looked at the boss's head wrapped like rice dumplings, and thought that he also had a responsibility. If he hadn't asked the boss to go to the Zhiyuan Tangshui Store, this would not have happened. Regret and unbearable mixed in his heart, and he said weakly: "Boss, this It's so hard to chew, why don't you change your target?"

"What are you eating? You're eating grass?" Zhang Chi scolded with a smile, and threw the pillow over, Zhou Xiaolin caught it neatly.

Zhou Xiaolin scratched his head and chewed his words: "Oh, no, boss, the owner of the sugar shop is very good-looking, but, but standing next to him, it feels like it has dropped by dozens of degrees. It's not easy to get along with, and besides... "

"Let me speak more quickly."

When Zhou Xiaolin was about to speak, four or five brothers dressed in black came in with expressionless faces, took the lunch box, put it in front of Zhang Chi, and asked, "Brother Chi, when will you be discharged from the hospital?"

"Why so early? Take a few days off first." Zhang Chi pouted.In fact, the little injury on his head didn't need such a long hospital stay. In the final analysis, he was just trying to be lazy.

The atmosphere was dignified, and after a few minutes of silence, Zhang Chi couldn't stand it anymore, and asked with a frown, "Speak up if you have something to say."

A brother said, "Brother Hua is back."

Zhang Chi opened the lunch box and said, "I'll go find him in the next two days."

After continuing to be silent for a few minutes, Zhang Chi looked at them sideways, wondering if these people were born to the same mother, they were all bored, luckily they were not his subordinates.

"Brother Hua is not quite right after he comes back."

"Okay." Zhang Chi sighed and said, "Call the doctor to come and take out the stitches."

-

In the middle of the night, everything is silent

Zitong looked at his watch, turned and walked upstairs, under the dim light, he saw a man leaning against the wall with his hands crossed, his lips tightly pressed, his eyes fixed on the ground, and he heard the sound of footsteps Only then did he turn his head and see Zitong.

"What time is it? I'm only coming back now!" The man's face darkened when he saw him, full of arrogance.

"I just got off work." Zitong said lightly.

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for you?" Zhang Chi questioned like a spouse at home.

"I didn't ask you to wait for me." Zitong picked up the key and opened the door.

"..." Hearing this, Zhang Chi felt depressed again.

When Zitong was about to go in, Zhang Chi took the first step. When Zitong came in, he closed the door with his foot.

When Zi Tong was about to speak out, Zhang Chi pressed his shoulders, leaned against the wall, buried his head and forced his lips to move up and down, Zi Tong's eyes flashed sullenly, and he punched him in the face.

"Fuck!" Zhang Chi's mouth was swollen and stinging.

Zitong looked at him fiercely, and said word by word: "Zhang Chi, what the hell do you want?"

"I want to fuck you!" Zhang Chi pouted.

A dark color flashed in Zitong's eyes, he pulled his lips and said, "Go out."

"I don't want it." Zhang Chi murmured in a low voice, touched his flat head, and then pointed to the scar on the right side of his head: "Don't you fucking think that you can get out of your body if you hit me, think that I, Zhang Chi, are fine. fool?"

"Oh?" Zitong looked at him with a half-smile: "Then what do you want?"

Zi Tong is wearing tight jeans today, his legs are slender and good-looking, Zhang Chi can't help but slip his eyes to the place where he is swollen by the tight pants.

This time he pressed forward directly, against Zi Tong's lower body, and stretched back to his buttocks. Before he could touch it, Zhang Chi was hit hard and fell to the ground unexpectedly, his stomach ached as if it had been crushed.

"Um...fuck..."

"Don't mess with me." Zitong said in a cold voice, bypassing him and trying to open the door, but unexpectedly he grabbed his ankle and pulled it back, the force was enough to make Zitong fall to the floor behind him.

Zhang Chi rubbed his stomach, straddled him directly, clamped his legs to prevent him from getting up, and grinned: "You are really strong enough."

"Do you still want to come again?" Zitong asked calmly, Zhang Chi felt very comfortable in his low and cool voice.

"I don't want to." Zhang Chi replied, the circles of his eyes slipped somewhere again, really forgetting to eat but not to fight.

Then he said: "Why don't you try it with my brother, the last time I touched you, I obviously had a reaction." After finishing speaking, he stretched into the waist of his trousers and rubbed it skillfully.

"Hmm..." Zitong frowned, but didn't stop, staring at him as if looking elsewhere, as deep as a secluded pool, but it tickled his heart.

Zitong put his hands on the floor, and when he was about to get up, Zhang Chi stopped him: "Don't move."

Zhang Chi watched Zitong's lips slightly raised, he arched his shoulders slightly, buried his head in Zitong's ear, and said in a low voice, "Brother, did you make you feel comfortable?"

Seeing that he was silent, he rolled his eyes and slowly stretched his hands towards Zitong's back.

He shook his courage, glanced away, and slowly stretched his hand towards Zitong's rear hip.

Zitong grabbed his hand suddenly and said coldly: "What do you want?"

"It's all at this point, what do you think I want to do?" Zhang Chi grinned, then changed the topic, and the bass sounded a little seductive: "Do you want to have sex with me?"

Zitong wanted to get up, but Zhang Chi held him down, smiled crookedly, and still held his life in his hands.

Zitong looked at his increasingly inflated lower body, and then slowly looked at his upper body.Zhang Chi was wearing a translucent white shirt. I don't know if he was wearing it on purpose. He vaguely saw his perfect abdominal muscles and many scabs left by his injuries.

It is undeniable that Zhang Chi does have a great figure.