After the crush boss was discovered

Seeing the man looking at him without saying a word, Chang Lingqing saw that his eyes seemed to have a special magical power, and his heart felt a slight urge, he immediately let go of his hand, looked at the man displeased, and said: "Is the fever gone?"

Jian Zong was still in a daze, didn't hear clearly what Chang Lingqing was saying, but saw the irritability flashing in his eyes.

Chang Negative Qing frowned slightly, got up and approached, and reached out to touch Jian Xun's forehead, wanting to see if the fever had subsided.

But before the palm touched the man's forehead, he was dodged.

There was a muffled bang, Chang Lingqing maintained the movement of reaching out, looked at the man who fell under the bed with an ugly expression, clenched his fists, his eyes were cold, and the corners of his lips curled up: "It seems that it's almost better."

Jian Zong didn't think too much about it just now, when he saw Chang Negative Qing reaching out his hand suddenly, he subconsciously wanted to avoid it, so the scene happened just now, and he fell off the bed directly.

"Thank you, Second Young Master, for your concern," Jian Zun finally recovered his voice, with a dull pain in his buttocks and waist, he forced a smile and said, "I'm fine."

Chang Lingqing withdrew her hand, looked at the man sitting on the ground with a half-closed eyes, and said in a low voice, "Who cares about you? Fourth son is thinking too much."

It's better to fall asleep, it becomes so annoying when you wake up, just touch it, avoid it like hiding some virus.

Heh, thought he wanted to touch it?It's just an old man, even touching him is dirty.

Jian Zong paused, the smile on his face dissipated, he clenched his palms, stood up from the ground, turned and walked towards the door without saying a word.

As soon as his hand touched the handle, Chang Lingqing's displeased voice sounded from behind: "Where are you going?"

Jian Zun blinked his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he turned around, he put a smile on his face again. He looked at Chang Lingqing, and said respectfully: "If you go back to the second young master, of course you have gone back. The fourth son still has some self-knowledge. , don't bother Second Young Master."

"Who allows you to go?" Chang Lingqing's eyes flashed slightly, he got up and walked behind Jian Zong, and when he was about to avoid him, he stretched out his hand to wrap the person around the wall and his arms, "Fourth son, when I'm here A place where you can come and go when you want?"

Jian Xun was still smiling, looking calmly into Chang Lingqing's eyes, and said: "But this is not where I want to come."

"Four sons, do you think I shouldn't bring you here?" Chang Lingqing squinted her eyes, stretched out her hand to pinch Jian Zong's chin, the smile in her eyes was gone, "Do you want me to apologize to you? I didn't talk to you Did you bring me here just by saying it?"

His chin was pinched so painfully, Jian Xun frowned, and continued to smile and said: "How dare the fourth son think so, the second young master misunderstood."

I have never felt that the smile on a man's face is so uncomfortable, as if it was painted on. It was obviously not like this before. No matter how much I tease him, there will always be a gleam of expectation in those eyes, but now there is nothing.

That irritability surged into her heart again, Chang Lingqing's eyes darkened a bit, she leaned over, and kissed the man's lips involuntarily.

Jian Zong didn't expect Chang Lingqing to kiss him suddenly, he didn't dodge for a moment, his eyes widened in a daze, and he recovered when a sharp pain came from his lips, he raised his eyes and met the man who was indifferent and couldn't see his emotions clearly. eye.

"Do you want me to teach you about kissing and closing your eyes?" Chang Lingqing frowned, biting his lips as punishment, biting and pulling. Compared with kissing, it was more like a wild animal enjoying its hunting food.

Jian Zun's heart tightened, and he closed his eyes subconsciously. His hands were grasped and placed on the man's strong chest. He could even feel the strong muscles under the thin shirt in his palms. He couldn't help but stand on tiptoes and stroked his hands from his chest to his chest. shoulders, and then circle the man's neck.

When he regained his senses, he and Chang Lingqing were hugging and kissing each other in an extremely intimate posture. Suddenly, an unspeakable sadness surged in Jian Zong's heart. No matter how hard he made a decision in his heart, a man only needed one... Kiss, he couldn't help but go up to meet him, like a puppy summoned by the master, hooking his fingers, he will run over wagging his tail.

This kind of sadness is getting bigger and bigger, as if it has snowed all night, pressing heavily on the chest.

In Chang Lingqing's heart, what is he...

A fire toy on call?

A dog that comes and goes when it is called?

It is still a private item that is fresh for a while, even if it is thrown away, it cannot be touched by others, just like Chang Lingqing's collection, but his collection is of low value and can be discarded at any time.

The big palm at the waist touched the ribs along the hem of the clothes, and then his body suddenly hung in the air. The man lifted him up by holding his armpit, put him on the table beside him, and pressed him over.

Chang Lingqing unbuttoned two buttons, her hair hung messily on her forehead, her eyes were like a hunting beast, he stared at him, as if he was going to bite off his neck in the next second.

Suddenly, the man's eyes turned cold, and a bone-chilling chill emanated from his whole body. He stared at the bruises on the inner thighs of Jian Zong that were about to dissipate, his eyes seemed to spark sparks, and he squeezed out a word from between his teeth.

"Who made this?"

Frustrated

Jian Zong was stunned, looked at Chang Lingqing blankly, suddenly realized what he said, his face turned pale, and the line of his lips stretched into a straight line.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Chang Lingqing's face became more and more gloomy. She grabbed the man's fragile neck with her big palm and said every word: "I'll ask again, who did it?"

Jian Zun's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he grasped Chang Lingqing's hand uncomfortablely, and the lingering and ambiguous atmosphere just now suddenly became tense.