Zha Gong cried bitterly for me after rebirth

All explanations seem to be deliberately covered up, without the slightest convincing power, they can only be described more and more black.

The sound of Murong Qin's breathing was right behind his ears, it was so warm that his neck was blown limp, the white wine couldn't hold him so close, like a kitten caught by the back of the neck, losing the ability to struggle.

Murong Qin was in a good mood, at least better than what Bai Qingjiu had seen in the past five years. He seemed to have changed into a person who would smile when he saw him.

Five years ago, Bai Qingjiu signed the nurturing agreement and moved into Murong Qin's private house. He knew what he needed to do to be adopted, but every time Murong Qin got closer to him, he trembled with fright When Murong Qin touched him, he couldn't resist.

Murong Qin slammed the door angrily and didn't touch his finger for almost three months. Bai Qingjiu knew that he didn't like him, so naturally he didn't want this body.

Until one day, he drank some wine, came home slightly tipsy, grabbed Bai Qingjiu by the neck and began to gnaw. If he dared to escape, he pressed against the wall, threw himself on the sofa, and kissed him ferociously.

Murong Qin exuded a dark and domineering arrogance all over his body, tore open his thin clothes, and rushed in violently before the prelude was much played.

Bai Qingjiu cried, tears pattered down on the sofa, the pain was so painful that he was about to suffocate and pass out.

Murong Qin pinched his chin, forcing him to twist his neck and kiss. Murong Qin's pupils were red, like a big wild wolf that eats people but doesn't spit out bones. As he ate and ate, he saw the tears welling up in Bai Qingjiu's eyes. Suddenly slowed down.

He said, "Why are you crying?"

Bai Qingjiu clenched his fists, his body trembling faintly: "It hurts."

"You still know the pain. If you cooperate a little bit, it won't hurt so much. You asked for it yourself, Bai Qingjiu."

That was the scariest night in Bai Qingjiu's memory. The first time he was eaten, he was eaten again and again. He struggled a little, but was caught back, his hands and feet were trapped, and his mouth was gagged.

Or when he struggled more and felt wronged and wanted to cry, Murong Qin became more violent.

Murong Qin looked at his face without blinking. He was obviously not like Xia Yu, even if he was regarded as Xia Yu, why did he have to stare at his face.

Bai Qingjiu felt that he was not good-looking at all, and with Chi Guoguo's shameful posture in front of him, he even wanted to cover his face tightly.

After the first time, Bai Qingjiu had cultivated for almost half a month, and Murong Qin personally applied ointments and forced him to take anti-inflammatory drugs every day, fearing that he would be broken and could no longer be used. Pets bought with money had to be tamed a little more Only then will you be obedient.

When Bai Qingjiu recovered, he wanted to find a job to paint, but he reprimanded him: "You are not allowed to go out. If you want to paint, paint at home. I will give you the highest price."

In fact, Bai Qingjiu earned Murong Qin a lot of money, which was stored in the small treasury, and he didn't spend it until his death.

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Murong Qin let go, turned around and sat on the recliner, with a glass of red wine in his hand, he picked it up and took a sip: "White sake, it takes so long to think about it."

Bai Qingjiu shuddered, unknowingly, in the second five years, thinking of the fear of being forcibly possessed, his heart was covered with fog.

He still has to use the same method to deal with me, he still has to hurt me completely and then pretend to give me a candy to coax me.

Although during those five years, Murong Qin never called Xia Yu's name in bed, but this was always what Bai Qingjiu worried about the most, worrying and worrying, he returned to the most painful moment at the beginning.

Murong Qin reprimanded coldly: "Come here."

Bai Qingjiu walked loosely, walked to the tea table, and picked up a wrapped wad of money: "Mr. Murong, this is the medical expenses I paid you back, do you need me to count it?"

Murong Qin stood up, knocked out the money in his hand, and said sarcastically, "How about treating yourself as an accountant? Even if I ask you to count, can you count it?"

"..."

Murong Qin's eyes were slightly hot, wandering over his head: "Bai Qingjiu, don't play dumb with me."

Bai Qingjiu clenched his fists, he was too close, such a distance would have been very dangerous five years ago.

Bai Qingjiu took two steps back: "Mr. Murong, I'm sorry, I won't bother you anymore."

"I have already sent people to import the medicine from abroad. If there is no accident, it can arrive in three days. Do you know how expensive imported medicine is?"

Bai Qingjiu made up his mind to leave, but was stumped by these words, he had no money and no way to make money, his father's illness could last for three days, but not much longer.

Murong Qin deeply realized that he talked too much, and since he left work early today, he could not control his thinking to develop in an unpredictable direction.

Murong Qin couldn't explain why, since that day, he saw Bai Qingjiu sitting on a street corner painting with his own eyes, obviously to sell more paintings, but he was serious about every stroke.

He doesn't need to sleep or eat, and if he continues to paint like this, when will he be able to draw.

Murong Qin had an impulsive idea to take him home and only show me the painting. Such a weak and helpless person is simply too easy to bully.