Master, don't be dead

After returning to Zhou Pei's villa in Florence, he ordered someone to tidy up Ling Su's injuries and let him come to see him. Zhou Pei then went to the study to deal with matters. Ling Su took a shower, ate something, and put on his clothes. Wearing a bathrobe, he was led to Zhou Pei's study room. Zhou Pei was taken aback when he saw him appearing in his nightgown, and then told the bodyguard, "Find some clothes for him."

The bodyguard answered "Yes" and went out.

At this time, there were only Zhou Pei and Ling Su in the study. Zhou Pei lifted his chin to the chair and said lightly, "Sit down!"

However, Ling Su raised a playful smile on the corner of his mouth and asked, "What are you doing? Love?"

Zhou Pei frowned slightly, and looked at him coldly, his face lined with gold-rimmed eyes was more white and three-dimensional, his light-colored thin lips were slightly pursed, Ling Su suddenly felt dry in his throat, and wanted to taste it. What are those lips like.

Zhou Pei slowly put down the document in his hand, leaned on the back of the chair and said lightly: "Put your eyes away, sit on the chair, I have something to ask you, if you are dishonest, I will be more ruthless than Bert cruel."

Ling Su shrugged his shoulders, walked over and sat on the chair.

Zhou Pei handed him a document on the table and said, "This is the information of Ou Chenghe, the largest arms dealer in Italy. I want to know, what is your relationship with his son Ou Siyang?"

Ling Su picked up the information and flipped through it casually, and found that the information has been checked in great detail. He really deserves to be Zhou Pei who can replace Ou Chenghe as the largest arms dealer in Southern Europe!

He casually smiled and said: "You have found so much, but you still don't know the relationship between us? What kind of relationship can we have? Of course it is a physical relationship."

Zhou Pei took a sip of his tea and asked, "Then do you know where he is now? Do you know what he is planning in secret?"

"Oh! How could I know? I'm just one of his many lovers, and I've been abandoned now. Otherwise, how would I go to fight?"

Zhou Pei pondered for a while. He believed everything he said to Ling Su, and Ling Su himself was indeed just one of Ou Siyang's many lovers, but he was relatively favored. He didn't save Ling Su because he wanted to To get Ou Siyang's information from him, there is also a factor of cherishing talents. Gwen was transferred to Anzuo, and he just needs a strong person to train capable men for him to use.

Zhou Pei put down his teacup and said lightly to him: "It's all right, you can go back and rest!"

Ling Su stood up, and the loose straps of his bathrobe suddenly fell apart, exposing a large chest in the middle with his movements.

Zhou Pei looked at the still exposed wound on his chest and asked, "Why didn't you treat the wound?"

Ling Su said indifferently: "I don't like to be touched by others."

Zhou Pei took out a bottle of good ointment from the drawer and threw it to him across the desk. Ling Su reached out to catch it and looked at him meaningfully. Zhou Pei said lightly, "Apply the medicine yourself, I don't like the smell of blood Son."

Ah--!Ling Su chuckled, the person who can do business with Burt, Zhou Pei is definitely not a kind person, who even said that he doesn't like the smell of blood, who would believe it?

He took off the bathrobe from his shoulders, only covering his lower body, and began to scribble. Zhou Pei couldn't see it, so he said, "Go back to your room."

Ling Su said recklessly: "I don't do it myself, please wipe it off for me!"

Zhou Pei frowned slightly, and said, "Didn't you say you don't like being touched by others?"

Ling Su walked up to him and whispered, "Are you different from others?"

"……What's the difference?"

Ling Su bent down, his voice became deeper and more mellow, as if he was talking close to his ear, Zhou Pei felt a burst of pressure inexplicably, "Only you...are willing to spend 2 million U.S. dollars to buy my life...! You I also don't want...the life bought for 2 million dollars...to be ruined by myself, right?"

Zhou Pei took a deep breath and said coldly, "Go to the sofa." Then he walked around him and sat down on the sofa.

Ling Su raised his eyebrows, walked over, put the ointment in Zhou Pei's hand, Zhou Pei squeezed out a little, and gently applied it to his wound, the drooping eyebrows and eyes were always faint, especially cool.

Zhou Pei's temperament and appearance make his person clean like a painting. He is not at all like a boss who dominates the arms market in southern Europe. The skin on his face was smooth and delicate, and he looked as if he was only in his twenties. Ling Su was half a head taller than him. When he lowered his head, he could just see his long eyelashes, his straight nose bridge, and the pale thin color that made him want to look down. Lips, pursed lightly, acting as cold and cold as his person, Ling Su licked his lips, feeling even hungrier.

He obviously should hate this man, but for some reason, since the first time he saw him, he couldn't stop fantasizing about being able to press this tall man on the bed, watching him show his indulgent expression, See him crying and begging for mercy.

He grabbed Zhou Pei's hand that was applying the medicine, and his voice was extremely hoarse and magnetic while suppressing his desire, "Do you want to do it? My skills are very good."

Zhou Pei looked up at him coldly, broke free from his hand and threw the ointment into his arms, stood up and said, "You can get out!"

Ling Su gritted his fingers and recalled the touch just now. He couldn't bear the itchiness in his heart. He threw Zhou Pei onto the sofa, and kissed him frantically and quickly on his fair face and light-colored lips. Pushing his snow-white white teeth to suck the saliva in his mouth, Zhou Pei tried his best to dodge and beat his back and shoulders hard, Ling Su pulled his shirt out of his trousers even harder, and eagerly reached in to caress his chest .

Zhou Pei bit the tip of his tongue hard, blood came out in one bite, Ling Su retreated reflexively, and when he was about to attack again, Zhou Pei raised the ashtray on the coffee table and slapped him hard on the head, Ling Su grabbed it with his backhand His wrist knocked against the edge of the sofa, and the ashtray in Zhou Pei's hand dropped to the ground. Ling Su pressed his wrist on top of his head and kissed him again.

With a sound of "哐--", the door of the study was pushed open by the bodyguards. Several bodyguards quickly stepped forward to restrain Ling Su, and put their guns against his temple.

Zhou Pei coughed a few times, straightened his clothes and sat up, looked at Ling Su who was kneeling on the ground, still staring at him with eyes full of desire, raised his hand and slapped him on the face, coldly He said coldly: "Drag on, 50 lashes."

"Yes!" Two bodyguards dragged Ling Su to the basement, one left and one right, and the rest of the bodyguards quickly retreated after tidying up the study. Zhou Pei sat on the sofa coldly, as if Gloomy as a whirlpool.

50 lashes almost killed Ling Su. He had just finished the life-and-death boxing match, and his own strength had dropped a lot. The bodyguard holding the whip looked like Lian Jiazi, and his back was ripped apart as soon as the lash went down. 50 lashes In the end, it was almost impossible to find a piece of good skin. His hands and wrists were handcuffed to the frame, and his body fell down without strength. The gums pressed by the clenched teeth were bleeding, but still there was no scream, and the muffled groans were pressed hard into the chest, and even the few bodyguards standing beside couldn't help but look at each other, this is really cruel. man!It's all like this and still insisting, no wonder he dared to touch Zhou Pei.

After all the beatings were finished, Ling Su finally couldn't help but fainted. Two bodyguards dragged him from left to right and threw him into the dungeon. Silently laughed evilly.

Zhou Pei, Zhou Pei, sooner or later, I will knock you off the altar and lie dormant under me—!

I don’t know if it’s because Ling Su’s thoughts in the basement are too strong, which caused Zhou Pei to have nightmares for several nights in a row. Ever since he took the top spot in the southern European arms market, no one has dared to offend him like this , He has never photographed anyone, but these nights he has been having nightmares again and again, dreaming that he is eaten by a demon king until there is no scum left in his stomach, which is really unlucky.

Sitting at the dining table, Zhou Pei pinched the tip of his eyebrows gently, and had a video chat with Anzuo, who was far away in France, in a low voice. Anzuo also had a headache because of Gwen's indifference, and the father and son sighed at each other, so desolate.

"Dad, I like Gwen, can you let him be with me? I like him so much." An Zuo used the coquettish method and shot at Zhou Pei repeatedly.

Zhou Pei's head seemed to be hurting even more, he sighed softly, and persuaded him: "An Zuo, Gwen is a talent I managed to poach, he is not the kind of person who can be ordered by others at will, if you both I like it, I won't say much, but now it's obvious that he doesn't like you, so why do you keep pestering him, can you change your target?"

An Zuo rolled anxiously on the bed, pouted and said coquettishly: "No, no! I just like him, Dad, help me, help me!"

If another boy speaks in this tone, I believe everyone who hears it will feel chills, but An Zuo is so beautiful that God puts him outside the rules, and any expression he makes It doesn't make people feel disgusted, and I think he should be so flamboyant, charming and cute.

Zhou Pei sighed helplessly. He really didn't know how to persuade his son. Just then, the bodyguard guarding Ling Su came over and said in a low voice, "Sir, Ling Su is dying."

Zhou Pei was silent for a moment, and said softly to An Zuo: "An Zuo, Dad has something to do, so you should pay more attention to your safety. Don't run outside during this time, and see you when Dad is done, okay?"

An Zuo reluctantly responded with a teddy bear in his arms, and hung up the phone.

Zhou Pei picked up his mobile phone and got up to go to the dungeon. He saw Ling Su lying on the ground dying. His blood was already bound on the torn bathrobe. The strong smell of blood filled the entire cell. Zhou Pei walked away gently. In the past, she squatted down on one knee and looked at him quietly.

Like a dog that smells of meat, Ling Su slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were still bright. If it wasn't for his shallow breath, it would be negligible. Zhou Pei even felt that he still had the ability to jump up and hit him. A boxing match.

Zhou Pei said indifferently: "This time is just to teach you a lesson, I don't want it to happen again."

Ling Su opened his mouth and spat out the word "OK" silently, Zhou Pei stood up and waved to the bodyguards behind him, a bodyguard stepped forward and picked Ling Su up by the waist and walked out of the dungeon, taking him to treat his injuries.