Above, please use some force

Song Ziyu stared at He Wen, and after making sure he was not joking, he took a deep breath, pulled the infusion tube, tore off the needle, and unbuttoned the top of the hospital gown with his slender hands. He lowered his eyelids slightly. A flash of light seemed to be recalling something.

Then he touched a protrusion on his chest with one hand, and rubbed his thumb and index finger strangely. He frowned imperceptibly, not quite used to this kind of overly dissolute behavior.

But when he saw the blazing fire in the eyes of the man in front of him, the resistance and discomfort slowly subsided, followed by the pleasure that made his body temperature rise.

He raised his other hand to touch the giant that was lurking in his lower body.

The trousers were not completely taken off, but only retreated a little below the crotch, revealing the black underwear and the sexy mermaid line. Song Ziyu leaned on the bed with his back tensed, raised his eyes to look at He Wen, and what gathered was pure provocation.

The movement of his hands continued, he suppressed his panting, and the light-colored scar on his chest was dyed with lust.

He Wen stared at the gradually rosy protrusion between the two fingers, his throat was so dry, his eyes paused for a while, and then moved to the amazingly sized utensil, which was gradually hardening in the palm of the other party, and soon It got bigger again.

Stretching out his fingers to touch the top of the umbrella, he was satisfied with the trembling of Song Ziyu's body. He Wen pinched his chin and rubbed his thumb, "Who told you this?"

According to his tone of voice, according to his understanding, Song Ziyu's words and deeds are very strict at ordinary times, and he has a good or bad relationship with people in the circle. He will not intentionally offend others, nor will he deliberately flatter anyone.

No matter how you look at it, he is not a person who is good at sex.

Song Ziyu's tone was quite calm, but he looked at He Wen with burning eyes, "My assistant is very dedicated."

"Give her a raise." He Wen raised the corners of his lips, with a pleasant and gentle arc, he leaned over Song Ziyu's body, and wet and slippery kisses fell on his wrist, licking the blood that was brought out when the needle was pulled out, He kissed Song Ziyu again, the blood on the tip of his tongue spread in his mouth and was swallowed into his stomach.

The grinding teeth were painful, the smell of rust spread in the mouth, and the liquid overflowing from the corners of the lips was slightly red. He Wen didn't know why every time he kissed this person, he would arouse the beast in his heart.

The fishy kiss came down from Song Ziyu's neck, along the clear collarbone and flat chest, leaving more and more ambiguous marks on his body.

The two hands restraining Song Ziyu were pulled up to the top of the head, He Wen's knees rubbed against his hot spot, his tongue swept over the protrusion that had already grown many small particles, and he bit his teeth and pulled left and right.

Song Ziyu's chest rose and fell quickly, he straightened his waist and wanted He Wen to take care of another neglected protrusion on his chest.

Then He Wen turned a blind eye maliciously, and continued to bite the red bean between his teeth with all his strength, as if he wanted to bite it off.

He raised his eyelids to look at the usually arrogant and indifferent young man. Seeing his expression of eagerness and longing, He Wen felt something explode inside his body. The spit out part is completely exposed.

"Help me..." His voice was hoarse, full of endless desire, and fanatical arrogance gushed out of his eyes.

Shocked by the man's undisguised mad desire, Song Ziyu lowered his head, and he reached out to release the trapped thing from the striped underwear.

It was much thinner than the one between his legs, and the color was not as deep as his. He held it with one hand, and the sweat from his palm quickly wet the delicate skin.

There is no rejection, let alone disgust, perhaps because of this man's relationship.

When the moist kiss landed on He Wen's hottest part, he let out a wild moan, his downcast eyes rested on the top of Song Ziyu's hair, He Wen pushed forward a bit, "Lick the bottom too."

He really wanted to break open Song Ziyu's butt and push it in, but sadly, even if he hardened, it was only half of Song Ziyu's, and it wasn't long enough.

After weighing it, he still chose to sit on it.

The glamorous person in front of the silver screen, who is respected and loved by countless people, is using an extremely unskilled kiss to bring him into bliss and torture at this moment. He Wen arched his body and pulled Song Ziyu's hair, panting and said, "Yes, that's right there. It's great."

Unadorned praise, the man's evil spirit and wildness as always conquered this aloof young man.

Looking at Song Ziyu's reddened eyes and liquid-stained lips as he endured the discomfort, He Wen felt that the thing on his lower body was about to explode in his mouth.

The waist trembled slightly, He Wen pulled Song Ziyu away abruptly, but was still a step slower, some of the white viscous body fluid was swallowed by Song Ziyu, and the rest was sprayed on his face.

Song Ziyu panted heavily, the dry smell of his mouth stuck in his throat, he was uncomfortable, he suppressed coughing a few times, the liquid on his face dripped down onto his lips, he subconsciously stretched out his tongue and licked it.

"Damn it, I'm going crazy..." He Wen groaned, this man didn't know how sexy he was now.

Every cell and every nerve was clamoring, which made him go crazy with excitement.

Without wiping it with a paper towel, He Wen leaned over and stretched out his tongue to lick off the liquid on Song Ziyu's face, as if gnawing, searching little by little.

Then He Wen pried open Song Ziyu's mouth and poured the liquid in, the strong fishy smell lingered on each other's sucking tongues.

On the bus, Yu Bao, who had just given up his seat to the old lady with traditional good virtues, leaned on the chair to look at the scenery outside the window, chewing gum vigorously in his mouth.

Brother Song should have already acted by now, the massage stick might have been stuck in Brother Wen's ass long ago, tsk tsk, it's a pity that I can't watch the long hand-to-hand fight in person.

The old man on the chair heard the laughter above his head, looked up, and saw a silly smile on the face of the girl who offered her seat.

She shook her head. She is only a young child and her brain is not working well. How will she live in the future.

It's just that Yu Bao counted to the beginning, obviously he didn't count the end correctly, this time the massage stick did come out of the bag, but the two protagonists got into a stalemate.

"Is this also the trick she gave me?" He Wen picked out the largest model of massage sticks from several models, glanced at the swell between Song Ziyu's legs, and silently put down the massage stick.

The largest size is not as big as Song Ziyu's.

Song Ziyu pursed his lips slightly, his always cold voice had already collapsed in the increasingly unconcealable desire, "Yeah."

After finishing speaking, he fixedly looked at the man in front of him, his eyes flashed, "We can open up there."

"Where?" He Wen chuckled, and kissed Song Ziyu's neck, stroking the gap behind him with his fingers, teasing intentionally or unintentionally, eyes like snakes suddenly locked on the person under him, "Here?"

"Don't reject me... He Wen..." Song Ziyu said hoarsely, and he went to take off the hospital gown on He Wen with both hands. He Wen didn't stop him, and he took off his pants.

And He Wen himself took off Song Ziyu's trousers, and the two of them met naked, covered with a quilt, and the heat from the rubbing of their tight skin was strongly erotic.

He Wen pulled Song Ziyu's hair, bit his lips with his teeth, and swallowed his rapid panting.

Under the entanglement of limbs, the temperature in the quilt was hot again and again, both of them were covered with sweat, the wound on He Wen's shoulder was ruptured without accident under the fierce collision, and the white bandage was stained with bright red liquid.

The bed was filled with the smell of potion, blood, and male aggression that made people crazy.

He Wen was lying on the floor with his legs stretched apart, and Song Ziyu was lying between his legs, holding a massage stick in one hand to explore the unknown territory, while the other hand kept stroking his thigh, the softened object, occasionally pinched Squeeze those two little balls.

The sound of vibration rang in the ears of the two of them, each other's breathing jumped out of the normal frequency, and their eyes met in the dry and hot air, which aroused the same heat.

Song Ziyu was covered in sweat, his lips didn't have much color, the bite marks on it were obvious, his face was even paler, covered with fine sweat, he moved the massage stick back and forth, stirred in the sound of the growing water, and then went inside again He stopped poking, and after noticing the sudden tightening of the small mouth, he aimed for that point and stabbed it slowly and fast.

He Wen put his feet on Song Ziyu's shoulders, and the pleasure brought by the vibrating hard object in his body made him moan comfortably uncontrollably.

Seeing the liquid flowing out from the opening and closing, Song Ziyu pursed his lips, and now his mind was full of this man's begging eyes that were burning red with desire, occupying all his thoughts.

He dipped some liquid on He Wen's soft object with his hand, stroked it slowly, and after a while it became hard again, catching the man's longing panting, Song Ziyu's hand movements accelerated a bit.

More and more liquid flowed out from the place where the massage stick was close to He Wen, and wet the bed sheet below. Song Ziyu pulled out the whole massage stick, turned off the switch, and just about to stand up while hugging He Wen's waist, he He Wen grabbed his shoulder and pulled him aside.

Then a sweaty body pressed against him, swollen desire to get into the wetness.

He Wen's pale skin was stained with passion, and a light-colored liquid dripped from his shoulders, mixed with sweat and blood. Song Ziyu's wrists were a little congested around the pinholes, and the beating meridians in his arms seemed to break through the thin skin .

With the sound of his heart beating like a drum, Song Ziyu's complexion was very bad. He looked at He Wen and signaled that he was fine.

He Wen stretched his hands behind and pressed Song Ziyu's feet, leaned back with his upper body, wrapped Song Ziyu's huge waist in his arms and began to swing back and forth.

Wrapped in a warm and humid place, Song Ziyu's heart beat faster, he felt as if he was about to suffocate, and there was no room for other things in his mind, all about how to penetrate this man.

Holding He Wen's waist, Song Ziyu pushed up hard, and the wild rhythm swept the reason, soul, and thoughts.

It can't be seen at all that he is a patient who is still very weak.

Regardless of whether it is hard to support or not, he has to use all his strength.

Because he knew that this man would not look at useless people, but was more interested in the strong who could conquer him.

This subversive sex that was out of control didn't stop until it was dark.

He Wen and Song Ziyu were lying side by side panting. He brushed away the sweat-soaked hair that covered his forehead. He had to suppress the idea of ​​smoking a cigarette and instead rubbed the blood-congested protrusion of Song Ziyu's naked chest. .

Song Ziyu's pale face was covered with traces of laziness after the affair, he frowned slightly, and the part of his chest that had been ravaged to the extreme was once again stretched out under He Wen's malicious provocation.

Glancing at the giant object in the black bush between Song Ziyu's legs, He Wen smiled ambiguously and evilly, and said in a low voice, "It's great." As he spoke, he pinched the tip that was still dripping with liquid, and his palm was quickly crushed. Sticky touch coverage.

Song Ziyu snorted, and he tightened his jaw, "What about me?"

"What kind of flower do you like?" Song Ziyu pursed his lips and said in a deep thought, "Do you like roses? Or tulips?"

flower?After confirming that he was not hallucinating, a black line slid down the corner of He Wen's forehead, and he twitched the corners of his mouth, smiling without the slightest hint of a smile.

"Tulips seem to represent pure friendship, you can give this."

"Okay." After glancing at him, Song Ziyu nodded and said seriously, "Choose Rose."

He Wen looked sideways and saw that Song Ziyu didn't mean to be joking at all, so he frowned, "You don't really want to send me flowers, do you?"

"En." Song Ziyu responded lightly, got up and took He Wen's hospital gown, and then began to dress himself.

After cursing a few words in a low voice, there was a deep shadow between He Wen's frowning brows, this must be Yu Bao's idea, did he get caught in the door?

The next day He Wen went through the discharge procedures, and it was Uncle Wu who came to pick him up. He didn't go back to the residence directly, and the car was parked downstairs of Shen Sheng's company.

He Wen walked to the special elevator, and just as he was about to press a button, he saw a staff member come over to stop him, "Sir, please take the elevator here." He made a gesture as he spoke.

Looking up at the young man's still handsome face, He Wen raised the corners of his lips, put his hands in his pockets, and smiled conceitedly, "I think I'm more suitable to take this elevator."

"Sir, please cooperate with my work." The young man's tone did not soften at all.

The elevator door opened, and the man in a neat suit came out. It was Shen Cheng who was about to go downstairs to pick up He Wen.

Seeing Shen Cheng, the staff member immediately bent down to look at the upper of the shoe, and began to play dead.

He Wen thought it was a bit interesting, it seemed that the low-level people were nervous when they saw the boss, but this young man didn't panic.

"Let's go." A deep voice sounded next to his ear, He Wen brushed past the young man, glanced at the purple earring on the other's left ear, a strange feeling flashed past him, as if he had seen it somewhere...

In the elevator, Shen Cheng reached out to straighten He Wen's slightly messy hair, "Feng Qing came this afternoon and said she wanted to meet my lover."

Frowning, He Wen's face flashed haze, "Did something happen?"

Shen Cheng lowered his head, put his lips against He Wen's ear, and said in a low voice, "In order to ensure your safety, Song Yu must disappear."

This sentence reveals a lot of unknown darkness, for example, Song Yu is in the hands of Shen Sheng, the Shen family has started to act, the people in the dark may have been bribed by Feng Qing long ago, and for example, He Wen may be involved In the darkness of those ages in the Shen family where the light cannot be seen.

Or, it has long been impossible to get rid of those eyes of the Shen family. After all, the identity of Shen Cheng's lover is too amazing.

When he followed Shen Cheng into the office, the people inside seemed to be arguing about something. As soon as He Wen walked in, two eyes patrolled him.

Shen Liang walked over and patted He Wen's shoulder friendly, then squinted at the woman sitting on the sofa from the corner of the eye, and walked out of the office with a cold snort.

"Ah Cheng, this is your lover?" The woman on the sofa was wearing a royal blue dress, and the coffee in her hand was steaming, which made her delicately made-up face softer, but it was almost an illusion. .

Feng Qing, Shen Yu's mother.

Compared with Fang Jun's motherly Fang Jie, Feng Qing is more enchanting, but many people will stop their eyes on her appearance, thus ignoring her hidden ambitions.

He Wen raised the corners of his lips, without the slightest smile, and raised his head slightly. God knows how difficult it is for him to suppress the killing intent in his body at this moment.

"Oh, by the way, what's your name?" Feng Qing showed a smile, but her kind tone didn't make people feel good.

"He Wen." Without much emotion, He Wen picked up the cup on the desk and took a sip of water.

Seeing this scene, Feng Qing's eyes flashed an inquisitive look.

In her impression, apart from that Shen Zheng who died early, there was no one in Shen Cheng's eyes.

"Ah Cheng, your father's health is getting worse day by day. His greatest wish is to watch you get married and have children."

Shen Cheng raised his eyelids and glanced lightly, there was an extremely terrifying coldness in his deep eyes.

"I will get married on the seventh day of May next year."

The seventh day of May is an ordinary day, Shen Zheng's birthday, and also the day when Shen Cheng and Shen Zheng met for the first time.

He Wen raised his eyebrows, he wasn't surprised by this wedding time, Shen Cheng didn't act ill-considered, on the contrary, he thought it through.

"With him? Are you ready to accept the ridicule from those outside?" Feng Qing put on an angry expression, "Have you ever thought about how much infamy the Shen family will bear because of you?"

In the Shen family, she is Shen Yu's mother, but not Shen Cheng's. This was not the case before, and it is even more unlikely that she will be recognized in the future.

"I have my own plans." Shen Cheng's deep voice was full of toughness, and under his alienated expression was sternness and indifference.

The office suddenly fell into dead silence.

He Wen also opened his mouth lazily, sat on the chair, closed his eyes slightly and began to sleep lightly, and then he fell asleep unknowingly, and when he woke up, Feng Qing had already left, wearing Shen Cheng's suit .

Two days later, Song Ziyu was discharged from the hospital under the strong opposition of the doctor. He had been lying in bed for many days, and he had left behind a lot of messes. Number.

On the phone, Song Ziyu explained his intention of coming, hoping that the other party could go back to China and be his personal doctor for a few months, and the other party agreed without hesitation.

They are not considered friends, they can only be said to have a common interest.

"Broken Cocoon" stopped several times in the middle, and it was nearly two months later than the expected completion time. On the day of the finale, Wang Wei's constipated face eased a little. I don't know if the other party is really generous enough to spend a few million more and don't care.

People inside Huasheng don't know what their boss thinks.

He Wen probably knew what Jian Ming thought. The investment of nearly [-] million was not only for He Wen's comeback, but also Jian Jian's understanding of the domestic Republic of China drama market.

He is sure that after the release of "Broken Cocoon", he will make a steady profit without losing money.

On this day, in the middle of the magazine cover photo shooting, during the break, Song Ziyu and his assistant sat on the chair, the atmosphere was very serious, and the people passing by hurried away, and the shed originally wanted to go forward to find a topic to exchange Seeing Song Ziyu's cold face, the actress finally didn't have the courage to go up, fearing that she would be left out in the cold, which would only make others laugh.

No one knows that the popular superstar and his assistant are discussing emotional issues...

The theme mainly revolves around how to pursue a man.

"Cool. Pull. Crazy. Overbearing. Handsome..." Yu Bao took a ballpoint pen and wrote a few words on the small notebook, "Brother Song, you are 100% handsome, you are cool, but mad and dragging..."

As the smell of perfume approached, Song Ziyu raised his eyes expressionlessly, and the woman who was encouraged to come over immediately turned and left, muttering softly while walking, "It's so cold."

Yu Bao tilted his head, glanced up and down at the man beside him, and sighed, "I guess it's hard for anyone to be more aggressive than Brother Wen."

Song Ziyu's face was sullen, his eyes were lowered, he was thinking about something, his whole body exuded a cold air.

The ballpoint pen circled the word "tyrant", Yu Bao smacked his mouth, and said in a heavy tone, "Brother Song, your domineering spirit should leak out a little bit."