Possessed Bending

"What do you mean by that?" Jian Yong looked at Zhang San enjoying the state of being bound, and felt a bad premonition in his heart.

"It means..." Zhang San paused, glanced sideways at him, and said with a smile, "Sooner or later you will meet someone who will make you cry..."

"you!"

"...People are turned on their backs."

"Believe it or not, I'll make you cry right now." Jian Yong rolled up his sleeves, and swept Zhang San's body hard.

Zhang San opened his mouth and let out a sigh. From Jian Yong's behavior, it could be seen that this was just a bluff.

It has to be said that Zhang San's state at the moment really deserves to be beaten. He is obviously at a disadvantage, and he still looks down on others, which makes Jian Yong, who is already dissatisfied with him, even more angry. It's just a surge of anger, it won't be like in a romance novel, where you pop up when you get angry, and you get hit when you pop up.

Although Zhang San's physical exercise is very good, but Jian Yong has no intention of using his body to retaliate at all, but he must do all the gestures that should be done, and immediately tore off the clothes around Zhang San's waist .

The cloth quickly scraped across his still sensitive body, Zhang San frowned lightly, and subconsciously straightened his waist, Jian Yong looked annoyed and cursed, "Sure enough, you are so cheap when you see a man casually. Can wag his tail and beg for mercy."

Zhang San was helpless, and the image of the underworld big brother in his mind was suddenly reduced to a middle-aged woman quarreling on the street.

"For Jianwei's sake, I'll call you big brother, and I'll give you some popular science. I just finished having a good time. Now is the time to be high. This kind of reaction is normal. You will be high when you are finished." Zhang San said Looking at Jian Yong with a cocked mouth and a smile, he shook his little Zhang San twice.

Jian Yong's face was turned green by Zhang San, but he quickly realized and said with a smile, "Ha, you are not afraid of being known by Jian Wei if you seduce me like this?"

"You just tell him." Zhang San straightened his chest, curled up his fingers, freed himself from the belt buckle, rubbed his red wrist, and stretched long, just like Jian Wei in front of outsiders There is no burden on the body. Of course, this is because there are only two people in the room. If Jian Wei is there, Zhang San will take care of it to some extent.

"Do you have any cigarettes?" Zhang San pouted and looked through the clothes on the floor, remembering that he had quit smoking for a long time, and he didn't have any equipment at all.

"Smoke?" Jian Yong thought he heard it wrong, the two were teasing each other just now, now they want cigarettes for him?

Zhang San scratched his hair, walked over, and directly touched Jian Yong's clothes with both hands.

The men in Jian's family are generally tall. Standing in front of Jian Yong, Zhang San's height just reached his shoulders. Jian Yong was taken aback by Zhang San's sudden attack. He lowered his head to see what he was doing, but was caught by Zhang San. The already long hair poked his nose, the itchiness made his brows tighten, and he immediately grabbed Zhang San who was moving around, and sneezed.

Zhang San had already touched the cigarette on Jian Yong's body at this moment, and he put it in his mouth self-consciously, and said helplessly, "You don't need to hide it like this if you have feelings for me, sneezing is too old-fashioned." As he spoke, he touched Xiao Jianyong casually. Although he didn't make a fuss, Zhang San was surprised by the size, and couldn't help but pause for a moment.

Jian Yong's face turned red, and he pushed Zhang San away, quickly patted the spot touched by Zhang San with both hands, and finally tidied up his clothes with a disgusted expression.

"Oh, not bad." Zhang San held up the hand that had sneaked up on Xiao Jianyong just now, imitating the tone of a certain artist, and smiled wickedly, "But..."

Jian Yong couldn't speak to Zhang San in terms of nonsense, so he wanted to ignore him altogether, but he couldn't help pricking up his ears and waiting for the next one when he heard the following words.

"...You don't need it, this size is a waste."

"How do you know I can't use it!"

Zhang San was leaning on the window sill and lifting his trousers. He raised his head with a cigarette in his mouth when he heard the sound, and glanced at him with a smile, followed by his expression tightened, and swept towards the door. Jian Yong also noticed something was wrong, and followed him to look over.

The stairs and the floor of this small second floor are all made of cement. Jianwei, who likes cleanliness, has roughly cleaned the room before. If you walk on it, if you are careful, there will be basically no sound.

Zhang San narrowed his eyes and locked the door, while buttoning his jeans undisturbed.

The air seemed to freeze, and for a second or two, one could hear a needle dropping quietly around.

"Aren't you making too much fuss?" Jian Yong himself was not worried that anyone would come, because he knew that there were only two groups of people who would come here, and the first group was Qi Weixuan and Dai Shaojie who had passed Jianwei and came directly to the door. The other group of people is his father's people.

No matter which group of people has any conflict of interest with him, he needn't be nervous at all.

Zhang San glanced at him and walked towards Jian Yong, but his eyes never left the door.

"Why are you nervous?" Jian Yong smiled as if watching the excitement, and seeing Zhang San's appearance at the moment, he suddenly felt a sense of elation.

Looking at the door, Zhang San's gaze suddenly fell on his face, and he opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. This action startled Jian Yong, thinking that Zhang San was going to bite someone, "borrow it."

"Ah?" Just as Jian Yong opened his mouth, Zhang San grabbed Jian Wei's apple-peeling knife and forced it on his neck, "Come on, squat down a little bit."

"Damn..." Jian Yong frowned angrily, he didn't expect Zhang San to react so violently, he had expected himself to watch the process, but now, he was involved.

"Your young master is in my hands. If you don't want him to have an accident, get out." Zhang San warned loudly to the air at the door.

There was no response from outside the door.

"Is it..." Your illusion?Just as Jian Yong opened his mouth to speak, he was pushed back by Zhang Sanyi's knee.

"I'll count to three, and if I don't retreat, I'll cut his neck off..." When Zhang San spoke, Jian Yong broke out in a cold sweat. Hearing such words while pinching his neck still felt a chill down his spine.

Zhang San paused for a while before opening his mouth and said, "3!"

As he spoke, he pressed the back of the knife suddenly, and Jian Yong called out.

Footsteps were heard outside the door, "Stop! Let's get out!"

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