【Double Life】The Redeemer

He had just showered and was still wearing a bathrobe.

It's not that he didn't tell the young man. In fact, in his previous life, he was very happy to please his little lover, but it was by no means like a dog like now... and there was An Jia's whip waving from time to time behind him.

The sting is more than enough, but the strength is not enough, but it is enough to humiliate.

Liang Chuan opened his mouth and smiled lightly, "Xiao Jia, are you really happy like this?"

He was answered with another blow, which fell on the shoulder and made him wince.

An Jia pinched his chin and lifted it up forcefully, "Uncle Liang, if I am happy or not, you will know if you please me?" After finishing speaking, she stroked Liang Chuan's back neck with her fingers, and pressed down on her own crotch.

Liang Chuan let out an inaudible sigh. He stretched out his hand to separate the bathrobe, held it, then lowered his head and opened his mouth...

In the dimly lit room, kneeling people and sitting people cast silhouettes on the wall, their heads receding forward in a small arc.

Kneeling people, almost pious.

The quiet room was gradually filled with the sound of water stains, swallowing, and heavy breathing.

In the end, An Jia, who was sitting on the chair, couldn't help herself. He pressed Liang Chuan's head and began to enter his own rhythm.

Liang Chuan's cheeks were bulging, the corners of his eyes were red with tears, and he looked extremely pale.

He couldn't speak in tune, and made a whining sound, like crying or begging for mercy.

After everything was over, Liang Chuan sat down on the ground and swallowed, coughing, unable to stop for a long time.

An Jia's mood seemed to ease a little, and he patted Liang Chuan on the back lightly.

After he stopped coughing, Liang Chuan smiled, "Is Uncle Liang doing okay?"

"Yeah." He stroked those welts, "Very good."

"Then, Master Xiaojia, can you give me some rewards?" Liang Chuan hooked his neck and said softly.

"What reward does Uncle Liang want?"

"I think, be a dog next to Xiaojia at any time. You can lead me out by the rope. In front of outsiders, you can step on the soles of my feet. In the office, sleep at your feet, master, you are tired If so, I can serve at any time."

From master Xiaojia, to Xiaojia, to you, and then to master, An Jia has been pleased.

"Uncle Liang, so, pervert, I'm still not as good as you, how cruel." An Jia smiled, "But Uncle Liang, Tao Ran is looking for you everywhere, oh, in fact, you still have many partners, and they haven't given up on you. Letting you out, isn't it asking for trouble?"

Liang Chuan stood up slowly, straddled An Jia, and put his arms around her neck, "Let them see me like this with their own eyes, they will be disappointed. On the contrary, being invisible and intangible like this will keep them hopeful."

"Hmm." An Jia was noncommittal, "Uncle Liang, what are you trying to do?"

"What are you trying to figure out..." Liang Chuan was in a daze for a moment, "I want to spend more time with Xiao Jia before I completely become a lunatic."

"Really."

"I just found that Xiaojia doesn't seem happy when I'm in this room like this." Liang Chuan showed a bitter smile.

An Jia laughed a few times, "I don't care what the purpose is, but it's Liang's proposal, and I'm moved."

He and Liang Chuan started kissing.

...

It was the first time Liang Chuan walked out of this room in several months, he was in a daze.I don't even know how to walk.

He was wearing a v-neck burgundy shirt, and the ambiguous marks on his white and greasy skin were clearly visible, adding to the eroticism.He also wore a pair of tight black leather pants, his legs were thin and straight, and the hem of his shirt was tucked into the waistband of his pants, making his waist appear slim and his hips curled up.

Dressed too dusty and lowly, like a cowboy sold in a bar.

Especially with the collar around the neck.

It's just that it's still amazing. For some people, he is just good-looking, and his own temperament dilutes the smell of corruption.

After breakfast, An Jia took him to the company in the car.

In the back seat, leaning obediently on An Jia's arms, the sun was too glaring, and occasionally she was a little sensitive to light.

After bringing the man out, An Jia realized that the medicine she gave him had serious side effects.

When walking, he would be in a trance without being supported, and he would just freeze in place while walking, and he would go up to talk to him before he woke up, and would fall down for no reason.

For example, if he went downstairs this morning, if he hadn't held him up in time, Liang Chuan might have stepped on the air and rolled down the stairs.

Just walking from the parking lot to the elevator, my palms were scratched.

When Liang Chuan was holding a pair of bloody hands and was supported by An Jia to come out of the president's special elevator, several pairs of eyes fixed on him.

They are all high-level executives of the company. They used to be convinced by Liang Chuan, looked down, and obeyed, but dared not speak out when scolded.

So their gazes towards Liang Chuan ranged from surprise, to regret, to sympathy, and finally to disdain and contempt.

Those gazes were as real as they were, and even Liang Chuan, who was much slower to react, could feel them.

He raised his head and looked at them with a very cold light in his eyes.