draw a gun and talk about feelings

Qiao and Jun's hands were quickly withdrawn as if they were scalded.

"Comfortable you uncle! Money you uncle! Stop! I jumped out of the car!"

No matter how good Ren Xianyang's car is, at least there is a function that the door cannot be opened during driving. He does not believe that Qiao Yujun has any ability to open the door of his car and jump out, but Qiao Yujun is chaste and fierce. The appearance of the male hero being sacrificed is quite hot.

"The car can't stop. I won't touch you from now on. You should also stop for a while. Sit well and don't move around." Ren Xianyang seemed to have made a huge concession, and his tone of voice was mixed with some impatience, but only Ren Xianyang Xian Yang knew that he was either impatient or impatient.

Ren Xianyang changed his face in a second, Qiao and Jun didn't have to explore how big the contrast was, he was just a little annoyed at his carelessness at this moment.Looking out of the car window, Qiao Yujun knew that this was getting farther and farther away from his home and the police station. He didn't know where he was going to be taken, but he thought that jumping out of the car and shouting at someone were not allowed. Or call the police on the phone.

Qiao Yujun stretched his hands into his pockets and clutched the phone. His hands were sweating and he didn’t press the unlock button. He was really afraid of losing this man and called the police to his grandma. He is a policeman himself. A few, the headline of the newspaper read "The policeman was tied up barefoot, the gangster was vicious, in desperation the police called the police and was rescued by his teammates in the police station", just thinking about Qiao and Jun blushed, and he was fucking Ren Xianyang's whole family in his heart , the car stopped.

This parking location is really delicate. It was the first time he met Ren Xianyang in this high-end hotel that he couldn't afford. The two had an unforgettable improper relationship.

Qiao Yujun, who was looking forward to getting out of the car as soon as possible, didn't want to get out at this time. He was a little nervous sitting in the car, and he always felt that he had a bad premonition.

"You want me to carry you out of the car?"

After listening to Ren Xianyang's words, Qiao Yujun sat in the car and kicked hard at the door, and got out of the car with bare feet.

This place did not leave a good impression on him, no matter how luxurious it was, it made him sick. Qiao Yujun looked at the countless steps and the high-end induction revolving door, but he couldn't move his legs. No, let him run away.

Ren Xianyang stood on the side and waited for Qiao Yujun to lift his legs and take a step, but he stood there motionless with an unfathomable expression on his face.

"Come on, let's go in and talk."

"Talking about your uncle, where can you say something? You bring me here? If you want to talk about it here, why don't you let me go?" When did Qiao Yujun ever be so useless? How could he be tolerant and humble in front of He Xiaozhou? He had never been so embarrassed before, he felt that talking to Ren Xianyang was like hitting the quilt with his fist, no matter how hard he tried, it was all in vain, he seemed to be restrained by Ren Xianyang from the beginning to the end, why did he just He himself didn't know why he was so passive.

"Okay, then I can talk." Ren Xianyang's voice was not too loud, and he couldn't hear it clearly from a distance, but if someone passed by, he would be able to hear it clearly, and this kind of volume seems to be Ren Xianyang's intention As a result, "After I put you to sleep last time..."

Before Ren Xianyang finished speaking, Qiao Yujun swung his fist over, and before they touched Ren Xianyang's body, Ren Xianyang grabbed his wrist, "You tell me, you want to hit someone again, can't you tell me?" Reasonable, the police can beat people casually?"

Qiao Yujun really wanted to spit in Ren Xianyang's face. Is this an imitation of a Hong Kong drama or something? He always speaks badly, but his skills are not good.

"Go in and talk here or talk here?"

After Ren Xianyang asked, he actually didn't wait for Qiao Yujun's answer. He seemed to know the result a long time ago, and he took him to the hotel directly by holding his wrist when he asked.

Qiao Yujun looked at the back of Ren Xianyang's head and didn't want to sneak attack for a second. He wished he had some tool in his hand that could explode the head in front of him in order to relieve his anger.

I don't know if it was Ren Xianyang's intention or it was just a coincidence that the hotel is the same hotel and even the room is the same.

The two entered the room and locked the door, but Qiao and Jun still couldn't shake off Ren Xianyang's hand. This posture really made him uncomfortable, and he hated the feeling of being suppressed.

"Speak!"

Ren Xianyang dragged Qiao Yujun and pushed him to sit on the sofa, "Tell me, how much money do you want, don't tell me that rape is not rape, I know you like men, you don't suffer, I am apart from you now Others don't like it anymore, you don't have a lover anyway, I want a bed partner and you want money, it's fair."

What Ren Xianyang said was well-founded, not coercive at all, and the pros and cons were clear. A feeling that Qiao and Jun could not resist and refuse was very obvious in this passage.

"Fuck your uncle's money, I can consider it if I fuck you, don't think about anything else, last time I was drunk, today I'm fucking sober."

Ren Xianyang is actually not very patient, he is accommodating enough to Qiao and Jun, if he has never negotiated with others like this before, he does not know whether it is because Qiao and Jun are too difficult to deal with, or his own "charm" "Together with his sexual incapacity.

"Untie." Qiao Yujun didn't have a good tone, and his voice was a little hoarse and low. Ren Xianyang didn't make things difficult for Qiao Yujun when he was comfortable, and stretched out his hand to release the restraints on Qiao Yujun's hands.

Qiao Yujun's wrist was drawn with a circle of red marks, and the palm of his hand was also pinched with blood. Ren Xianyang had seen these obvious marks, and he couldn't help feeling some self-criticism in his heart. Give Qiao and Jun a rub.

And Qiao Yujun didn't seem to appreciate it. He had cramps in his legs, and his waist was sore. It was a bit difficult to sit up. As he sat up with his hands on the sofa, he felt liquid flowing out from the base of his legs. That sense of shame deepened his resentment towards Ren Xianyang.

Looking at Qiao Yujun who was still dressed, Ren Xianyang seemed to think of something. He had already prepared the check, bank card and real estate certificate, all for Qiao Yujun.

Qiao Yujun couldn't control his hands and feet, and it was difficult to put on clothes. When Ren Xianyang handed the pile of things in front of him, he hadn't pulled up his trousers. Neatly, fasten the last button, took those things from his hands and slammed them on his face.

"Fuck you uncle!"

Ren Xianyang was stunned by this blow. His originally good mood suddenly turned cloudy, and it was about to thunder and rain. His face had been attacked by Qiao Yujun more than once. Qiao Yujun was not surprised. It was beyond his own expectation to let him beat him up, but when he saw the back of Qiao Yujun limping out of the house, another feeling appeared in his heart. I like it, this unruly energy is so interesting, looking back on what kind of people he used to sleep with, he feels bored thinking about it now.

Ren Xianyang went back to the sofa and lit a cigarette. He leaned his back on the back of the sofa and felt that there was something in the back of his waist, which made him feel a little awkward. When he pulled it out to see clearly, he felt an inexplicable joy.

It was Qiao Yujun's underwear, gray, with letter borders, and Ren Xianyang felt sexy no matter how he looked at it.

"Fuck, slut, ran away without underwear."