natural slag

"Oh, let's hear it." Leaning on the head of the bed, Gong Zhao lit an afterthought cigarette and asked casually.

After all, it was just a tender encounter, it was rare for Gong Zhao to be more patient with Qiao Yuxi.

Qiao Yuxi wanted to explain, but didn't know where to start, so she just rubbed her head into his arms, felt Gong Zhao's heartbeat with her face, and said melancholy: "Oh, I really miss you."

Gong Zhao chuckled, pinched Qiao Yuxi's chin, and opened his mouth to blur his face: "Who are you pretending to be with here now?"

Gong Zhao knew that Qiao Yuxi had a lot of thoughts, but when he was willing to pamper him before, he acted as if he hadn't seen it and accompanied him in the scene.

Now that they are all separated, it's just a breakup, Qiao Yuxi is not worth Gong Zhao's troubles.

Qiao Yuxi wasn't embarrassed to be exposed, but laughed even more happily, and even followed his words: "Yeah, you are so powerful, you should have seen it earlier."

"I told you early on that I like well-behaved and obedient people." Gong Zhao stroked Qiao Yuxi's hair like a pet, with a gentle tone, "Last chance, what do you want?"

Think of it as a breakup fee for Qiao Yuxi who has been with him for so long.

"You are much more generous than Gong Yi." Qiao Yuxi said.

"Of course." Gong Zhao admitted very frankly, "You have known each other for so long, it's fine if he doesn't help you, and he turned around to trick you, it's too unkind."

Qiao Yuxi met Gong Yi first, until one time at a banquet when Gong Zhao caught his eye, Gong Zhao took him over.

In other words, Qiao Yuxi should be sent up by Gong Yi himself after guessing his preferences.

It has to be said that Gong Yi was very successful.

The person chosen is very suitable for Gong Zhao's appetite.

The appearance and personality are exactly on Gong Zhao's point.

A beautiful, obedient, and brainless pet, Gong Zhao can tolerate his actions, as long as Qiao Yuxi does not match his appearance, Gong Zhao will regard it as a taste.

Gong Zhao knew that Qiao Yuxi was still in touch with Gong Yi, and the only thing he missed was that their contact was on the bed.

Qiao Yuxi was in high spirits, from Gong Zhao's attitude towards him today, Qiao Yuxi knew that he was impossible.

She simply didn't miss it anymore, got up and put on her clothes and left, unwilling to say: "I knew it, you don't care about me at all."

Gong Zhao retorted: "There is still a little bit."

"I'm in your heart, not even your secretary." Qiao Yuxi didn't use interrogative sentences, but an affirmative tone.

Gong Zhao thought about it in his mind, and told him bluntly: "Well, it's not as good as it is."

At this time, Gong Zhao was too mature to be beaten.

Han Chen's ability is obvious to all. For him, Han Chen's more important identity is not a bed partner, but a partner.

Qiao Yuxi asked angrily: "Since this is the case, why did you still look for me? Just look for him."

"You are good-looking." Gong Zhao has the common fault of all men.

Qiao Yuxi: "Am I good for nothing but going to bed?"

Gong Zhao looked at him sympathetically: "There's no need to bring shame on yourself."

Before Qiao Yuxi exploded in anger, Gong Zhao made amends and said, "Shall I see you off?"

Qiao Yuxi's eyes were red with anger, and she wanted to leave, but she couldn't bear this last chance to get along.

Responding aggrievedly: "Yeah."

Gong Zhao drove Qiao Yuxi back to his residence without urging him, and waited quietly for Qiao Yuxi to get off the car.

Qiao Yuxi unbuckled his seat belt and didn't move, Gong Zhao simply lit a cigarette.

As soon as the cigarette was lit, Qiao Yuxi stretched out his hand to pull out the cigarette from his mouth, put on his own lips, and took a hard bite on the corner of Gong Zhao's mouth. After doing this neatly, Qiao Yuxi opened the door and got off the car: "I'm leaving, and be careful with Gong Yi."

Gong Zhao touched his lips, it was wet and bloodstained.

Is it necessary to show your fangs at him as soon as you break up?

With her back to Gong Zhao, Qiao Yuxi took the cigarette she snatched from Gong Zhao's mouth, and tremblingly sucked it into her lips.

This is the only thought he has left.

Gong Zhao took out a piece of paper to wipe the wound, and threw it in the passenger seat after using it. He didn't care about treating the wound at the corner of his mouth, and drove to the community where Han Chen lived.

He had to try one last time.

Gong Zhao knocked on the door three times, but no one paid any attention to him.

So Gong Zhao took out the spare key in his hand and opened the door.

As soon as the door was opened, Gong Zhao saw Han Chen standing behind the door.

Before he could speak, Han Chen grabbed Gong Zhao by the collar, pulled him into the room, and punched him hard at the corner of his injured mouth.