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Han Ziye didn't know that he was in the biggest crisis of his life.

Sure enough, Hong Lei was not just talking, the end of summer and the beginning of autumn were good weather for traveling, he visited Qing Chen at his door, saw his energetic appearance, said he wanted to take him out to play, and asked him if he could.

In the early morning, for some reason, I was born with a sense of closeness to him. As soon as I heard that he was going out to play, I was very happy, and immediately clamored for a change of clothes.

Hong Lei took him to the amusement park.

Where did I go to such a fresh and fun place in the early morning, let alone my brother, I almost forgot who I was, everything I saw along the way was novel, I wanted to ask everything, I wanted to try everything, Hong Lei was watching He said, answering every question, buying what he wanted, holding a map in his hand, leading the morning to play all the way, watching his excited eyes brighten and his face flushed like a child, which was a bit irritating. · Hong Lei would accompany him for the aggressive games, and for the gentle ones, he would stand outside the fence and watch that slender and beautiful figure with a smile.

When he turned back to answer the phone, he ran towards him holding a pink cotton candy early in the morning. He tripped and almost fell, but he took a step forward and caught her in his arms, and his eyes met for a while. , close at hand, breath compatible, Hong Lei's heart jumped uncontrollably, he was still a child in the morning, stared at him for a while, and then he hurriedly broke out of his embrace, and asked:

"Who are you? Why do I think you are familiar, are you my uncle?"

Hong Lei's face darkened in an instant, and he looked back at his subordinates behind him. The subordinates hurriedly looked at the sky, and turned their heads to look at the scenery.

Until dusk, I only played less than a third of it.When I left the park, I held all kinds of dolls, toys and small things I bought as prizes in my arms in the early morning, and I still reluctantly looked back at each step, and kept asking:

"Next time, when will you come again?"

Hong Lei put on sunglasses to hide the softness in his eyes, and his face immediately turned serious.

"As long as you like."

On the way back in the early morning, he was so tired that he fell asleep. When he got home, Hong Lei carried him out of the car. Song Heng saw him on the monitor, frowned, and hurried out to pick him up.

"Mr. Hong, I think, if you go out in the future, please allow me to accompany you. After all, the safety of the young master is my responsibility."

Hong Lei looked back at the tall and strong subordinates beside him, he couldn't help laughing, so he nodded and said,

"Thank you for your cooperation today, and hope to have the opportunity to be together in the future."

Song Heng nodded, thinking in his heart, in the future?Considering your raid successful today, I don't know how the young master will deal with it. I'm afraid it will be difficult to coax Qingchen to go out in the future.

When Han Ziye came home, he was not warmly welcomed by the usual early morning routine, and he didn't even see anyone.He said that he was tired from going to the amusement park and had already fallen asleep.

When I heard the ins and outs, I couldn't help being furious, and I was very angry, scolding from top to bottom, I had nowhere to vent my anger, and wanted to spank that little heartless ass, and see you in the bedroom The stable figure and angelic sleeping face on the bed were deflated again.

He just kicked everyone out, and hid in the study room to drink.I didn't even eat dinner, and my heart was bitter and sour. Is it true that I want to see my sweetheart fall in love with someone else?He struggled like a trapped animal in the cold and empty study room, his eyes were reddened by jealousy and despair, the wine glass was empty and then full, full and then empty, when he was drunk his hands and feet were numb but his heart still hurt.Maybe this is the punishment he has to accept, this is the result of his own self-inflicted, he pushed the person he loves most into the arms of others with his own hands.And who can be blamed?Qingchen was just going out with someone for a day, and I was so jealous that I was going crazy, so I deliberately flirted with Zhou Xiaoyu in front of him every day in the mansion, what kind of heartache did Qingchen do?Thinking of this, I feel that the punishment I have received is far from enough, and maybe more can be done.

He was woken up by the sound of thunder and rain in the middle of the morning, and he was very disturbed not to see Han Ziye when he woke up. This was the first time he woke up without his brother by his side.He picked up the nightgown from the footstool and put it on, and went to look for him barefoot from room to room. They were always the two of them in the main house at night, and they couldn't help being frightened when they couldn't find him in the morning.

Pushing open the door of the big study room and seeing the lights on, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then smelled the smell of alcohol all over the room, the night in early autumn was already oozing cold, he wrapped his nightgown tightly in the morning, and saw the A few empty wine bottles rolled on the carpet, and Han Ziye was lying at the foot of the sofa like mud, holding a cup in his arms, the pale yellow liquid splashed on the clothes in front of his chest, and he didn't know that he wet a large area. .

Go up and push him early in the morning, "Brother, go to bed, it's cold here, you'll get sick. Brother——"

There was no response even after calling him a few times, he tried to pull him up, and wanted to drag him away in his arms, but Han Ziye was not fat, but he had strong muscles, and his height was there after all, so he was fine in the morning With slender arms and legs, how could he move him.

Han Ziye only felt the fire in his throat, and his heart was full of despair. He felt more and more painful and thirsty. Hold your arms and go downstairs to give him warm water to drink.

He walked upstairs with the water glass in his hand, and when he opened the study door, he shook his head for a moment, as if a scene like this happened a long time ago. spilled on himself.He shook his head, shook off the weird feeling, sat on the ground and helped Han Ziye up to lean against his arms, "Brother, drink water."

Han Ziye drank a glass of water in one go with his hands, and finally regained the strength to breathe. He opened his eyes in the chaos, and his blurred vision was the snow-white face and dark pupils in the early morning. Full of timid concern, as if a match had been thrown into a gasoline barrel, Han Ziye's rationality had long been shattered under the influence of alcohol, and now it was blown to the sky.

He stretched out his hand to caress the moist cheeks, the light red lips, narrowed his drunken eyes and smiled,

"You like me, don't you?"

Without waiting for an answer, he vigorously pulled down Qingchen's head and kissed those cool lips.

In the morning, he was still in a daze when his tongue was sucked, and the dexterous tongue was gently stirred in his mouth. An overwhelming fear surged in his chest, but his body trembled uncontrollably.

The hot big hands hit his bare chest, and the thumbs kneaded the tender red areola and nipples with ease. In the early morning, a strange shudder appeared in the depths of his body, and he couldn't help moaning. The person on the body heard the faint moan As if being injected with strength, she rolled over and sat up, tightly imprisoning him in her arms, moved her lips to the back of the ear and the side of the neck, and gently bit the pit of the neck.

In the morning, my mind was already drowsy, and all my strength was used to feel and resist this strange and tempting feeling, and my eyes were staring at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

The big hand slid into the edge of the thin panties from the chest along the waist, tore off the fabric and threw it aside with a light movement, the genitals were rubbed by the nimble long fingers, and the pouch was caressed by the palm, The nipples were caught by the hot lips and tongue.

"Uh-"

In the early morning, there was a sweet exclamation, and a strange and strong pleasure crawled all over his limbs, making him grasp the shoulders of the person on his body, and his body moved upwards involuntarily.

This cute reaction made Han Ziye, who was lying on his chest, let out a deep and vague chuckle.

He propped up his body, laid Qingchen flat on the carpet, pinched the beautifully shaped jaw, stared at the confused face, and showed an evil smile.

"Ah... I forgot, you don't like me. You love me."

He tried his best to tease the beautiful body under him, and controlled all the reactions of the person under him, every exclamation and moan, every throbbing and trembling.

He grabbed the thin white hand and held the cock under his crotch. Instinctively afraid and excited in the early morning, he gently moved it along the strength of his hand.

He held Qingchen's ankle and bent his legs upwards. The pink and tender hole was tightly closed and exposed to the light. He rubbed his wet head with a chuckle, and Qingchen moaned ignorantly. A layer of water light.

The cool air sucked away the layers of sweat, Han Ziye patiently expanded his acupoints, rubbed and pressed the scorching mucous membranes, as if he was taken out of his mind in the morning, he couldn't think about anything, his genitals were stiffly raised , only knew how to open his legs obediently, and let out a loud moan following his movements.

When entering, the sphincter was stretched to the limit, and he struggled feebly in the morning, yelling "It hurts, brother, it hurts——" Pushing against the strong shoulder with his palm, Han Ziye gritted his teeth, clasped his soft waist, He only pushed forward slowly and firmly, and when it was completely buried, he leaned against Qingchen's ear and shot it out with a sigh.

In the morning, I felt the scorching pulsation and spurts of liquid in the back acupoint, the pain disappeared little by little, and the back acupoint was full, clearly depicting the feeling of integration.

Han Ziye laughed softly, "It's amazing, you actually disarmed me just like that."

He put his earlobe in his mouth, turned over while maintaining the state of entering, let Qingchen sit on him, and raised his jaw at him, "Come here."

In the early morning, he approached obediently according to his words, and he grabbed his hands and pressed them on the thick chest muscles. The back of his neck was pressed, and his lips and tongue came up. With the kiss that made him dizzy, the things in the back hole gradually expanded, and it was natural The lubrication slowly moved a little bit.

"Um... ah... ah... brother... ah..."

Following the gentle friction, the depths of his body exploded in the early morning, making him overwhelmed with pleasure, pushing forward layer by layer like waves, he unconsciously closed his eyes and raised his head to moan, except for the intense pleasure, all other senses of the body had been lost effect.

Ziye held his armpit, and stroked with his thumb the little flesh that had turned bright red, and then went down along the beautiful curve, holding the waist to speed up the movement.

Sobbing in the early morning, it seemed that she couldn't bear too much pleasure, and her genitals were bumping in Midnight's lower abdomen, dripping out bits and pieces of clear liquid.

"Ah-ah...ah..."

The friction entered a strange place with the change of body position, as if a storm of pleasure was blowing in the mind, the eyes were slackened in the early morning, tears overflowed the eye sockets, the fingers and the posterior acupuncture points convulsed and twisted at the same time, and the genitals shot out milky white turbidity liquid.

Han Ziye clenched his teeth in the ecstasy and continued to move. The orgasm lasted for a long time, so that after the ejaculation, the twisting still did not stop. In the morning, there was a weak moan like a small animal in his throat. The lower abdomen tightened, and it took a long time to resume breathing.

Coughing and panting, he collapsed into Ziye's arms, the flesh wedges underneath were still rubbing against each other in an unhurried manner. In the early morning, his hands and feet were shaking with exhaustion, and there was no sound other than crying moans. Can't send out.

Ziye leaned close to his ear and asked softly, "Do you like it? Huh?"

Without waiting for an answer, he turned over and laid his limp body on the carpet.

He grabbed his slender ankles and placed them on his shoulders, freeing his hands to pinch the genitals that had not yet softened. The long night was long, and he had plenty of time to experience this long-lost feeling.

When the sky was white, it was so early in the morning that I couldn’t shoot anything. While being torn apart by the endless pleasure and exhaustion, I begged Ziye with a hoarse voice, "Brother, don’t stop, I’m so tired, brother help me, ahhh ——!”

Han Ziye's remnants of drunkenness had long since sobered up. He put on a smile, grabbed his plump buttocks leisurely, and continued the rhythm. The sound of body collision overshadowed the early morning begging for mercy, and he finally ejaculated in the cry One shot.