the castration plan

Three days later in the morning, private tennis courts.

The ball clearly landed in the effective area, but Jiang Weihe didn't catch it, and Baymuir scored directly.

A perfect ACE serve is like a comet sweeping by, and the opponent can only look up at the comet tail formed by the thin stream of material in the air.

It's a concentrated display of power and speed, and even the strongest Alpha can only rely on luck to hit this kind of outside corner shot up to 130 miles.

Bemuir didn't say a word, and it was another lore that hit the ground.

"Take a break." Jiang Weihe shook his hand at him, the sweat that fell on the ground gathered into a small pool, and took over the mineral water he had drunk half, "You just pretend to be O, I just took this kind of drink two days ago script."

"Are you still playing?" Bemuir tore off the white sweatband on his head, raised his hand and took off his shirt neatly, "I'm not playing anymore, I'm going to take a shower."

"Leave you alone, what kind of ball are you playing?" Jiang Weihe put him on his thigh, sat down, groped his palm along the bottom of the sports shorts, grasped it hard, and slapped him, "Why? It's long, it's so damn exciting."

Whether you feel good in bed is a very straightforward matter, so Jiang Weihe despises Lu Chaistick's figure the most. When encountering such a well-known combat weapon with uneven bumps, he can't put it down, and he doesn't want to let it go for a second.

Bemuir was full of disgust: "It's sweaty when it's so hot, don't you feel sick?"

"Just because you were in a bad mood in the middle of the night, do you know how many announcements I pushed to come to accompany you?" Jiang Weihe raised the corners of his mouth indifferently, smiled wickedly, and continued to take advantage unscrupulously, "Compensate your husband for touching twice What's wrong."

Jiang Weihe was about to go in to take a bath for mandarin ducks, but the door was locked early. He laughed angrily: "It really broke you."

"What announcement?" Baymuir said in the bathroom. "I don't know if family scandals should be publicized?"

What he was talking about was Jiang Weihe's new costume idol drama. It wasn't bragging, it was useless except for its appearance.He played Gao Leng as a blind man, and everyone on the Internet asked if he only bought the expression of the crown prince in the Beijing circle for a salary of hundreds of millions.

"You don't smell bad all day, how about I give you 10 yuan." Jiang Weihe patted his red face after the bath, "Let's go, I've ordered a restaurant, you like to eat. Where do you want to go in the afternoon?"

"Forget it, let's not ask, I'll take you to play racing, ride on my brother's big baby, besides you, he is the most beautiful." Jiang Weihe put his arms around him and kissed his face.

Baymuir was blowing his hair, and poked his elbow back: "Hurry up and take a shower, it's almost eleven o'clock, and it's too late to pick up Lingling from school."

"What?" There was no smile left on Jiang Weihe's face, he spit out a trumpet-shaped smoke ring, and shook a whole section of fresh soot on Omega's chest, "Trick me, right?"

Baymuir's skin was sensitive and fragile. He shrank several times from the heat and trembled like an electric shock.

Jiang Weihe also used a golden cigarette butt to twist Bemuir's cufflinks twice before entering the bathroom.

The door was not closed, Baimuer walked in naturally, and threw himself into the arms of Alpha in the shower.

He looked limp as if he had no bones and could not stand.The slender legs were also squeezed between the opponent's legs, and the exotic eyes cast a glance through the olive-like golden eyelashes.

In the sweet moisture, the scent of Balmuir's damask roses lingered on his temples.Jiang Weihe could feel that under the edge of his left hand was the other's soft and undulating enamel-like back.

Jiang Weihe swallowed uncontrollably.

But in this matter, he did not know where the unprecedented willpower came from, his forehead and the corners of his mouth were tense, and he only said three words: "Impossible."

"Just stay with me, brother..." Bemuir used that unique, loving and angry tone, with an intoxicating trill at the end.

Baymuir still had something to say.Jiang Weihe grabbed his hair and preemptively said: "If you don't go, you don't go, it's useless if you call Dad."

Bemuir narrowed his eyes and smiled, slowly bursting the bubbles on his thighs, stroking his strong back muscles, leaning up to kiss his ears, licking and biting the soft flesh of the small round earlobe like candy Bite, the voice is very cohesive: "Husband."

The devil is ten feet tall.

Jiang Weihe has read O countless times, and he has long since given up on this kind of thing. What he can't stand is this face.

At the gate of the school, Bemuir smiled and arched him with his shoulders, but Jiang Weihe grabbed the steering wheel and refused to get out of the car: "I'm here and I can still run? Can you pick it up yourself?"

He pulled down the mask a little bit, implying his status as a star who attracted the attention of thousands of people.

Baymuir didn't say much. Five minutes later, not only Jiang Ling was brought back, but also the principal, dean, and class teacher.

The agreement was handed over to Jiang Weihe, and Beimuir hugged his neck affectionately in broad daylight, and said: "Mr. Jiang and I are lovers, so I can't see Lingling being bullied at all. It's understandable." ? Please help me to go through the transfer process."

The principal said politely: "Mr. Jiang, we also think that Jiang Ling is indeed not suitable for this school."

There is no other reason. Baymuir ended up beating up the small group of campus bullies. The specific behavior was an eye for an eye.More than a dozen parents came to the door and raised banners at the school gate to make trouble.

"Brother, tell me something. Look, I have invited several leaders here for you." Bemuir held his hand and shook the signature pen back and forth.

With anger in his eyes, Jiang Weihe put his pen aside: "You don't want to discuss such a big matter with me? Are you playing tricks on me?"

But Bemuir's language and movements are too soft, too soft, too tender, making Alpha feel like his blood is going to be sweetened.Those clear lake-like eyes can hold a lot of emotions, curious and admiring: "Is this a big thing? But what big things in this world are just a matter of my brother's words?"

Still magic high.

Baymuir didn't go to the high-end restaurants he had reserved. He speculated on the preferences of most children and walked into fast food restaurants.

He always discards the things he has used up.This made Jiang Weihe realize tenfold that he was a fool.

There are two entertainment journalists squatting next to each other. After all, this top class is a treasure in the gossip world. Just digging up some leftovers from his private life is enough for all the members of the paparazzi studio to realize their wealth and freedom.

Moreover, Jiang Weihe, who was going to take a hard photo tomorrow, couldn't eat these junk food at all. Hungry and angry, he suddenly grabbed Bemuir's coke cup and squeezed it tightly.

Baymuir was caught off guard and was sprayed all over his face and body with soda.

"Eat more, try to gain half a catty and see who still likes you." Jiang Weihe pinched his face hard.

Bemuir didn't even bother to scold this kind of elementary school behavior, and asked softly while wiping his face: "Lingling, will I take you to buy new clothes this afternoon, okay?"

Jiang Ling almost never spoke, but shook his head timidly.

Jiang Weihe was extremely impatient with her: "Come home after eating."

"You just get the hell out of here." Bemuir scolded shamelessly.

Baymuir smiled and said, "How can a girl not have nice clothes? If I had a cute daughter like you, all the clothes and shoes must be disposable."

Hearing this, Jiang Weihe's face changed, and his muscles were all wrong.

Baymuir took her little hand and led her into the Dingshe children's clothing store. A phone call directly called the design director of the Asia Pacific to the scene, and he personally set about matching Jiang Ling.

Baymuir had been squatting to talk, and when he stood up, his legs were completely numb.This is for Jiang Ling to maintain eye level, and a respectful gesture can reduce tension.

"You really like children so much?" Jiang Weihe looked at him rubbing his legs, and was confused from the bottom of his heart, "Then you are still so profligate? Why don't you find someone to marry and take care of your children at home."

Jiang Ling, who was dressed like a little princess, stood in front of the mirror and bit her fingers, only occasionally daring to look up, and fluttered her eyelashes at Bemuir.

Belmuir's heart was very warm, and he smiled lightly.

Then the phone rang, and the caller ID was France again.

The tone of the woman opposite was very bland and warm: "What about this month?"

"The wire transfer takes time. Are you waiting for the money to pay for your parents' funeral?" Jiang Weihe walked out, sneering.

"My mother and father died very early." The woman was still very calm, but her words were ether shock waves, "But Lingling is still alive, do you want the media to know that she is your illegitimate daughter?"

"Shut up." Jiang Weihe said sternly, "Add another one million, and don't call me if you are not dead."

The woman answered quickly, but her tone was still extremely cold: "Is it every month?"

"You really know how to calculate. Did I give you a few hundred million in the past few years?" Jiang Weihe looked at Jiang Ling in the distance, and he grew evil, "The old bitch gave birth to a little bitch. Chao Mengsi, you Mom is a bitch."

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