water blossoms

Wen Hao sensed the crisis. If the smiling Gong Cheng could make him sneer, then Gong Cheng with such a face could only show that he might do something next.

"Come in." Gong Cheng's tone became more serious.

"Give me your phone."

"I'm going back to China later. It's urgent. I'll ask you a few questions. If you answer me, I'll return the phone to you."

"Okay." Wen Hao felt relieved when he heard that Gong Cheng was leaving, and walked in.

"Close the door."

"It can't be closed." Wen Hao directly refused.

Gong Cheng looked at him without insisting, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was tinged with sarcasm.

Wen Hao was a little annoyed, knowing that he had exposed his timidity, but even so, he didn't intend to ruin his retreat.

Wen Hao walked to the edge of the sofa and sat down face to face with Gong Cheng. Wen Hao looked at Gong Cheng silently.

Gong Cheng also looked at Wen Hao, his eyes were cold, but he could see the flames in the deep core, burning blazingly.

"Ask." Wen Hao said.

Gong Cheng turned on the phone, clicked on the photo album, and showed Wen Hao: "What is this?"

"A photo of me and Coach Ye."

"When?"

"Why are you asking so much?"

"I asked you when!!" Gong Cheng growled, the boiling magma began to break through the frozen surface, which was a sign of an eruption.

Wen Hao clenched his fists and said, "What do you want to ask? Ask about the relationship between me and Coach Ye, right? We have nothing to do with each other, it's just the relationship between the players and the coach." He paused, and continued without waiting for Gong Cheng to speak. , "But I'm fascinated by him, I like him."

"Snapped!"

The mobile phone fell on the table, bounced up, rubbed Wen Hao's ear, and flew out, making a muffled sound.

Wen Hao didn't hide or dodge, he looked at the person opposite, and repeated word by word: "That's it, I like him, I like him, I like him very much."

"To shut up!"

"I've told you all you want to know, so I'll repeat..."

"To shut up!"

"It's impossible for me to get back together with you, I hate you, I hate you, when I think about being with you, I feel so sick that I want to vomit..."

Gong Cheng rushed over and threw Wen Hao down. He grabbed the man's neck, pressed him on the sofa, and growled hoarsely: "Shut up, can't you hear me!? An old man, what is your vision? What does he have?" Okay? What's up!?"

Wen Hao struggled with a mocking smile on his face.What's so good about it?You are the worst man in the world, Coach Ye is the best coach!Is it comparable?No!

Gong Cheng roared, extremely angry. At this moment, he even wanted to kill this person. It was not his own, and he could not give it to others. Even if he died, he would die in his own hands.As long as he thought of this man kissing other men, moaning, and showing such an intoxicated expression, he wanted to ruin everything!No!No one will give it!be mine!It can only be mine!

Wen Hao distorted Gong Cheng's face with his fist, kicked Gong Cheng to suppress his body, but his throat hurt so badly, with a strong sense of suffocation, the front of his vision gradually turned black.As a last resort, he could only use his hands to break Gong Cheng's hand, scratch it, growl hoarsely, and struggle hard.

"Third Young Master!" At some point, Kong Haoran ran back again with an anxious expression on his face.

Gong Cheng, whose eyes were red, seemed to be unable to see the man's bruised face, and growled, "Hold him down!"

Kong Haoran was shocked and shook his head.

"Press and hold!"

"He's dying, let go!" Kong Haoran was worried about something, so he went to break Gong Cheng's hand.

Gong Cheng reacted and withdrew a little bit of strength, but the people under him immediately rioted, so he could only press back in a hurry: "Hold his hand, hold it!"

Kong Haoran came to his senses, and forcefully separated the man's hand, and pressed it hard on the sofa.

Gong Cheng then slowly withdrew his hand.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Wen Hao coughed violently, with painful tears streaming down his eyes.

He stared at Gong Cheng with hatred in his eyes and, as he said, disgust.

Gong Cheng's heart throbbed in pain. He suddenly turned over and stood up, grabbed Wen Hao's pants and pulled them down.

The elastic band sweatpants were easily taken off to expose his thighs. Wen Hao came back to his senses in shock, screamed in his mouth, and kicked Gong Cheng violently.

Gong Cheng was kicked on the head and fell to the ground.

Wen Hao seized the opportunity, turned over and wanted to stand up, but fell back on the sofa because of the pants that had faded to his thighs, and only then realized that his hands were controlled.He turned his head to look, and saw Kong Haoran's tense and almost expressionless face.

"Let go of me!" Wen Hao said.

Kong Haoran looked at him without moving.

"Let go of me! Let go!"

Gong Cheng stood up from the ground. When Wen Hao saw it, he kicked nervously, and looked at Kong Haoran with pleading eyes: "Please, let me go!"

There was no hesitation in Kong Haoran's eyes, and he just pressed down on him, vigorously and cruelly.

In the next second, Gong Cheng also grabbed his leg.

"..." Wen Hao opened his mouth, panting silently like a dying fish out of water.

His hands were firmly grasped, and then his legs were also controlled. His body even twisted around, facing down, exposing his entire buttocks.

Then, Gong Cheng sat on him.

The buttocks were opened, as if something was about to be put in, Wen Hao shouted hoarsely: "Gong Cheng! I will kill you! How dare you touch me! I will kill you!"

Gong Cheng grabbed his chin and raised his head vigorously: "If you like others, I will kill you too. You can only be mine, do you know!!"

Wen Hao could only see Kong Haoran's expressionless face, imagining that he would be raped by Gong Cheng, and even when someone was watching, Wen Hao was so cruel, he gritted his teeth, and spat out a mouthful of saliva .

Kong Haoran didn't dodge, only spit on his clothes.When he looked up again, he saw Wen Hao's distressed face, his distorted eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and tears gathered at the corners of his eyes.With a tremor in his heart, he couldn't help but let go of his hand.

Wen Hao's wrist was free, he was stunned for a moment, and the moment he realized it, he threw Gong Cheng off.

Gong Cheng fell under the sofa again. Wen Hao was also tied up by his pants and did not stand up for a while. His eyes met, and he confirmed that Gong Cheng didn't want to force himself. He didn't even untie his trousers.Even so, Wen Hao's heart was full of humiliation, as well as the anger that had nowhere to vent.

He raised his hand, picked up a mobile phone in front of him, and threw it at Gong Cheng.

"Uh!" Gong Cheng's nose was hit hard by the phone, and he let out a cry of pain, bleeding from his nose.

At the same time, there were tears streaming down from the corners of his eyes.

Very embarrassed.

But can you be embarrassed?

Wen Hao didn't want to care about why the tears appeared, he stood up, put on his pants quickly, and was about to leave.

Kong Haoran blocked the way, Wen Hao remembered the hand that was held down by this person just now, and he kicked with anger from his heart.Kong Haoran stepped aside and dodged.

Wen Hao didn't stay any longer, and walked to the door in two or three steps.Then he came back, picked up his mobile phone, gave Gong Cheng a hateful look, and left quickly.

The room fell silent for a while.

Kong Haoran remained silent, and handed Gong Cheng a pack of tissues.

Gong Cheng took the tissue, sat back on the sofa, and silently wiped the wound.

Kong Haoran said: "The situation is very tense recently, I have already booked the ticket, and I can leave now."

"..."

"Do you need me to help you pack your luggage?"

"..."

"Sigh." Kong Haoran sighed, "You almost killed him."

"..."

"Does it have to be him? You have so many choices, must it be him? You don't want to be a fool, it's just that you can't get it, so you..."

"I like him." Gong Cheng raised his head, flames were beating in his dark eyes, and the clothes on his chest were covered with blood stains, which were bright red, "I like him so much, Haoran, tell me what I should do What can make him like me, you tell me."

"..." This time, it was Kong Haoran's turn to be silent.

Gong Cheng let out a long sigh, and fell on the sofa with his head up. The flames in his eyes dissipated little by little, until he lost his spirit and became numb.

Wen Hao took the elevator back to the sixth floor and returned to his room. Luo Ming was watching a movie with his laptop on his bed. When he came back and took a look, he didn't notice anything unusual.

Wen Hao bypassed Luo Ming's bed, and sat on his own bed with his back facing the person. He lowered his head and pressed his cell phone. He repeated the simple action three times before he succeeded. His hands were shaking.

The phone couldn't be turned on. He pressed the power button for a long time, but the screen was still pitch black.On the screen reflected his blurred face, ferocious and fearful, angry and cowardly, such humiliation, such humiliation!Why didn't he kill the man on the spot, but chose to run away?

Tears were about to come out of his eyes, Wen Hao bit his lower lip fiercely, breathing tremblingly, full of moisture.

useless!Wen Hao, you are so useless!