Rebirth of the Wealthy Fakes

Pang Yi woke up suddenly in the middle of the night when everything was still, and he was shivering with a sudden chill.The lights in the living room were the same as when he came back, brightly lit.Only then did he realize that he didn't know when BOBO left, but he fell asleep on the sofa just like that.

When he came back, he was upset, the room didn't turn on the heating and didn't cover the quilt, he just slept on the sofa with his neck up until now, but now he just feels so cold all over his body, with neck pain and two symptoms at the same time, that feeling is really terrible .

After coughing, I found that my throat was dry and astringent, and a scorching pain rushed straight to my forehead. I moved my lips, but my throat was half hoarse, and it was very difficult to speak.

"Fuck, actually... fell asleep here..." Pang Yi spat out a line of words with difficulty, and stood up top-heavy.

Waking up suddenly in the middle of the night, he felt that it was very painful for him to climb into the room. If he knew he would come back, he would have turned on the heater. No matter how strong his heart is, even if he plays like this every day, he still feels terribly sleepy.

Outside the window, it was said that spring rain is as expensive as oil, but when it rained in late winter and early spring, Pang Yi felt so damn cold, it was so cold to the bone...

Struggling to put on some clothes casually, he took out his phone to check the time, it was only past four o'clock in the middle of the night, and there was still some time before dawn.However, when the screen turned on, he realized that there were [-] missed calls and [-] text messages on it, all of which were sent when he fell asleep according to the time.

At 20:20, the number of phone calls and text messages is not too many, but one is not many, and they are arranged neatly.

He didn't know the number, and there were many text messages, but the content was only a short sentence: You didn't eat anything today.

No name, no signature.Pang Yi was puzzled, who is this... He was the target of the bombardment tonight, and he came late. After drinking two sips of wine, he started to fight Uncle Wang. The nervous system is throbbing.

After thinking for a while, he stopped, and he thought of a person.

Since that incident, Song Feile has never returned to his original mobile phone number. Whenever Pang Yi received a call from an unknown person and found out it was him, Pang Yi would yell at him at first, smash his phone, and then directly block the new number. Every time Song Feile found out that this number might be blocked, Song Feile would create a new mobile phone number.

Then, another strange call appeared on Pang Yi's mobile phone... It was a dark cycle.

Sometimes Pang Yi felt that Song Feile's patience was poor, and sometimes he felt that Song Feile's patience was good, but Pang Yi felt that he couldn't do it, probably because of his different personalities.

In the silent middle of the night, Pang Yi sniffed, sneezed, took out two tissues and wiped it carelessly, and wondered if there was any cold medicine at home... I remember where I put it when the nanny did the cleaning last time...

He suddenly thought viciously, when he was worrying about gains and losses because of a text message from him, did he feel the same way now?

This thought disappeared in a flash, Pang Yi shook his head, Song Feile's heart was made of steel, and he suddenly felt that he couldn't afford to play the chasing and chasing love games of young people.

Just as I was thinking about schizophrenia and self-analysis, there was a ding, and a new text message came.

There are only six words on it: Pang Yi, I miss you so much.

The tone was very familiar, Song Feile had only said it to him in his office today.Pang Yi laughed coldly. Because of his hoarse voice, his voice looked terrifying in the living room at midnight, like a chainsaw massacre.

He didn't plan to go back, and he didn't know if it was because the heating was turned up to full capacity. He was so cold just now, but now he felt hot all over his body, and his throat felt like it was going to smoke. He wanted to drink water, but he didn't want to move.

Uncle Pang thought angrily: If he had known this, he would have left BOBO behind. The care bought by money is still considered care. At least now there is someone to serve him and bring him tea and water.

After complaining, there was a ding sound, and the text message came again. Pang Yi held back for a while. He didn't want to read it, so he held back.

Less than a minute later, there was another ding, and the text message came again. This ding ding ding after another, in the middle of the night, made people feel flustered.

Pang Yi clicked on the text message, and the sentence was equally concise: Your lips are hot.

The next sentence is: Your body is also very hot.

Pang Yi's forehead was congested with anger in an instant, what on earth did Song Feile, a psychopath, care about in the middle of the night? ! ! !

He immediately replied a text message, the content of which was only one sentence: Miss your mother, J8, hungry and thirsty, go find a prostitute!

Song Feile smiled pervertedly when he received the text message. Pang Yi finally replied to the text message. Normal text messages were of no use to him.

As soon as he was angry and bloody, Uncle Pang felt that the world was spinning, and he couldn't speak at first, but he could still swear back a few words.Just thinking that this is not going to work, if I have a fever, I heard the doorbell start ringing...

Pang Yi couldn't get up, couldn't speak, and struggled for a long time before opening the door half-deadly. At 04:30 in the morning, Song Feile stood outside the door, dressed in the same clothes from the banquet, and it seemed that he hadn't returned at all. Home.

Although Uncle Pang is dizzy, his IQ is still there.Seeing that it was him, he immediately pushed back the crack of the door that had already been opened. Song Feile saw that his face was not right when he opened the door, "What's wrong with you?" and immediately pushed the door. Pang Yi is sick now, and his strength must be no match for him. Soon the door was pushed open.

BOBO originally wanted to come back to get the clothes, but seeing Song Feile downstairs all the time, he planned to wait for Song Feile to leave before coming back to Pang Yi.As a result, Song Feile didn't leave for a long time. The Muma Mountain was full of villas. He waited at the gate for a long time but couldn't get a taxi. It was cold, so he went directly to the clubhouse in the villa area to rest.The service facilities in the clubhouse are very complete. He drank water and played games in the internet area. He didn't realize until midnight that Song Feile should leave now, right?

As soon as Sneaky came over, he saw Uncle Pang and Young Master Song pinching each other.

"Hurry up... get out...!" Uncle Pang's face was ashen, grabbing the door frame and wishing he could slap him across the face.It was very imposing, but the voice was not enough. Once the duck-like pronunciation came out, he felt that the vocal cords could be grilled!

"Pang Yi, are you sick?" Song Feile stretched out his hand to pull him. He thought that Pang Yi had fallen asleep, but he saw that the light in the living room had been turned on, but no one was moving. He wanted to knock on the door earlier, but he thought about today BOBO said that Pang Yi looked very tired, he thought, maybe he really fell asleep...

Unexpectedly, before Song Feile's hand reached Pang Yi's arm, Pang Yi slapped him on the back of his hand. This strength was accumulated by Pang Yi for a long time, and the back of the opponent's hand turned red instantly.

Song Feile's hand froze in place in embarrassment, and a rare hurt look appeared on his face. Pang Yi didn't expect that his resistance was so serious, and he slapped it smoothly... The two of them looked at each other for a while, speechless.

The atmosphere was weird, but Song Feile's face was only stiff for a few seconds before he murmured in a low voice, "Do you hate me so much now?"

Pang Yi couldn't speak, so he simply shut up.Anyway, his eyes are blurry now, and his nerves are venting his discomfort. Later, he feels that he might be a dog and eat shit.

However, in the next second he fell into an embrace that was soaked in rain and moisture. Song Feile hugged him tightly. Pang Yi was startled and reflexively pushed him with his hands. However, Song Feile was very strong, He felt that he was being imprisoned and tied up, and he was crushed into a personal stick by the other party. His hands and feet were completely useless. Song Feile's indifferent eyes ignited a violent fire, and his voice of gnashing his teeth continued to echo fiercely in Pang Yi's ears.

"Pang Yi, what the hell did I do wrong, you want to treat me like this? Completely treat me as garbage, and I can be classified at any time!!!"

"How long has it been since you talked to me properly? Can you tell me something else besides telling me to roll and crawl?"

"Is this how I annoy you? Annoy you? Are you playing me or am I playing you between us?"

"You don't appreciate being kind to you at all, and you will only be more ruthless than me if you are ruthless to you!"

Song Feile's voice was full of anger and pain, wishing he could strangle Pang Yi to death in his arms at this moment. In his life, this person was so bright and arrogant. If he is willing or not, when he doesn't like him, he just walks away. There is no nostalgia for patting his buttocks, let alone asking for his opinion!

"Are you going to sentence me to death just because of Liu Xingzhi? You had so many lovers in the past, why don't you think about my feelings?!"

The hug was so hard that Pang Yi was squeezed so that his chest hurt and he became dizzy. Song Feile pressed his head with one hand and kissed him. Both hot and furious.

Pang Yi wanted to refute but was speechless. You are a fucking gossip in the circle, and you still feel wronged?The whole chest was suffocated.He has kissed others forcibly many times in his life, but all the experiences of being kissed by force came from Song Feile, a bastard!Is this bad luck or luck?

Uncle Pang was busy with work some time ago, and today he experienced a confrontation with his second uncle, and then experienced the inner torture of Mr. Wang. Gongxin, "Song Feile...Song Feile..." His chest heaved, and he tossed and turned while chanting Song Feile's name viciously. As soon as his vision went dark, he passed out.

Song Feile picked up the man, turned around and stuffed it into the car, apparently to take him away.Now he is depressed by Pang Yi's internal organs, and his chest is boiling with emotion, but he can't find an outlet to vent it.

This kind of strong frustration and irritability made Song Feile just want to strangle him to death in the wall of his bedroom, and the two of them would fight to the end like this for the rest of their lives!

While opening the door, he remembered that there were still people in the garden behind. He suppressed the depression in his heart, and said coldly, "How long will we have to see?!!!!!!"

BOBO, who had witnessed the whole erotic palace, was so startled that his throat trembled, and at this moment, being yelled at by Song Feile, he almost fell out of fright!Mom, Song Sanshao had this kind of relationship with Uncle Pang, isn't it said that they are still relatives?The frantic intensity of the forced kiss was completely different from the ones he usually saw. Would this tear Uncle Pang apart? ! !

BOBO plucked up the courage to get out, and plucked up the courage to retort, "Uncle Pang is sick! You can't take him away!"

Song Feile felt that he had heard some joke, so he gave him a sideways glance, then carefully laid him flat on the back seat, took off his coat and covered Pang Yi, then touched Pang Yi's forehead, and found that he really had a fever. The temperature of the tentacles is hot, and you need to go to the hospital.

Little Gummy was really afraid of Song Feile, and was slapped by the other party, instantly withering half.

"Song... San... Shao... Where are you taking uncle?"

Song Feile adjusted Pang Yi's position and ignored him.

Little Gummy stuttered, and after eating it, he made a heartfelt comment, "I... think you are quite pitiful, you said that the Wang family left you so much money, why no one taught you... How to love a... person..."

After saying this sentence, Little Gummy was scared to tears by her own audacity, because Song Feile was literally burning all over.

The cannibalistic eyes are really scary!

BOBO slapped himself and ran away!

After BOBO had run far away, Song Feile stabilized his heart that had just been strongly shocked, and shook his hands to set the car on fire. The lights suddenly brightened on the half-dark road, and he heard Pang Yi groaning in the back seat, probably because he was burning. Feeling a little confused and uncomfortable.

After an unknown amount of time, a pair of strong arms gently placed him on the soft bed.

The moist kiss poured warm boiling water down his mouth and into his throat, and his throat, which was so hot that it was about to smoke, was finally soothed.Then more and more water was poured in, and the tongue pressed the base of his tongue domineeringly, pushing the slightly bitter pill into his throat.And a hand went down along his back... The touch was full of eager desire and possession, and his whole body was soft and hot. Pang Yi opened his lips, trying to resist desperately, but he opened his lips silently as if the sound was silenced. I can't even moan.

The dexterous tongue licked wantonly along his neck, leaving a series of hickey marks on his back. Pang Yi felt the intense possession on his body, like a dying fish seeking the last struggle in the pool, until that A strong hand gripped his waist like a prison, almost crushing him to pieces.

Pang Yi went up and down in this passionate and painful dream, ups and downs, his hands gently touched his lips in a daze, the kiss became no longer rough but delicate with nostalgia, there was a voice in his ear Whispering in pain, seemingly dazed and trembling...

"Pang Yi...you always say that I don't understand...I don't understand...can you teach me?"

From now on, can you teach me?

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Song Feile cleaned up carefully, touched Pang Yi's forehead to confirm that the fever was gone, and then went down the stairs to the living room to pour water.The lights on the first floor were not turned on, only the faint light from the drawn curtains shone across the living room...

Just halfway down the stairs, I saw a person standing in the half-dark place...

"Are you trying to force him to death?" Wang Ya stood in the dark and watched her son come down the stairs, and said in a calm voice.

Song Feile didn't expect his mother to come here in the middle of the night. He was startled at first, but his face turned pale again when he heard this, and he murmured to retort:

"No... Mom... no..."