cry of a butterfly

Young police detectives live in civilian communities where they are likely to be spied on by neighbors and photographed by paparazzi, but Mr. Chief Superintendent lives in a high-end single-family apartment.The car was parked downstairs, Han Xiao carried his old lover out of the back seat, and heard the half-drunk and half-awake kid still muttering apologies to someone.As soon as his arms wrapped around his waist, Chu Hua brought his slightly pursed mouth closer, and after saying "Forgive me", he sucked his lips round, and murmured to each other several times. A bewildered and extremely cute asking for a kiss.

He had dreamed of such a reaction, Han Xiao kissed it naturally and unceremoniously, pressed his tongue against Chu Hua's jaw, and sucked his gums and tongue predatorily.

After the two went upstairs with passionate kisses, a black luxury car drove out from the shadows at the corner of the street.

The man in the car was leaning on a cane, half of his face was submerged by the shadows of the branches projected on the car window, and the foggy night was like a cobweb, but he saw everything just now.

The old driver named Rodman turned around and asked, "Go back now?"

"Wait a little longer." The man shook his head, leaned back on the car seat, and closed his eyes wearily, "You don't look well. You need to rest." Of course the loyal Rodman has seen that cute He drives them everywhere, and if they want to make out in the big backseat, he puts on his headphones and turns the car stereo up to full volume, deliberately driving over the potholes , let the young man above the riding seat yell comfortably.

"Lately I've been thinking a lot about my father, a handsome man who also owned a securities firm. Even as a child I could see that the stock market's short-lived recovery just followed a malevolent spiral before the global crash. Sliding, but he believed in raising more capital to deal with the menacing exposure. Perhaps a child's advice made him feel untrustworthy, he followed the advice of financial experts and rejected my proposal, and missed the last emptying In the ensuing avalanche of selling, he became penniless..." The long light brown eyelashes shaded the lightly closed eyes, and the pale skin was like a thin layer of mask on the face. paper, "Despite everything I could do, in the end he shot my mother and pulled the trigger on his own temple... I was ten years old and I understood that some things just Like a speculative bubble, it comes too fast and goes unstoppable."

Rodman understood the other party's metaphor, "But that's not a business, it's a real person."

"Yes, a living person." Compo smiled slightly, the gunshot wound on his shoulder was still very painful, blood dripping out.

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Mr. Detective was pushed hard by the man in front of him and fell on the bed.

As expected, the slightest bit of sex addiction can be magnified infinitely once you touch alcohol.Alcohol was to him what chloroform was to rats, and now he was on the verge of unconsciousness, dizzy, and his brain stopped.Alcohol is aggressive in the blood vessels, and the body that is getting hotter and hotter instinctively desires to invade.

Han Xiao is very satisfied with Chu Hua who is now at the mercy of others.The guy on the bed was twisting his body with his legs slightly open, and after watching him with a smile watching prey for a while, he took off his clothes.

He quickly stripped himself naked, looked at the old lover's unsightly sleeping position, slowly slid his fingers over the thick body hair on his pubic bone, and then began to stroke his penis.

I haven't tasted this body for a long time, and the feedback from the genitals to strokes is excellent, and it quickly becomes firm and swells.

"Baby..." Han Xiao couldn't wait to press down the weight of his body because of his lust, and pressed his palm roughly on the other's crotch.Chu Hua, who was delirious, was hurt by the power that a beast would burst out when it was rushing for food.The guy on the bed woke up before he had time to tear off his clothes and pants, and before he could send his erect penis into the other person's body.

The lips are not soft enough, and the feeling of the kiss is not cold. What is forced in front of him is a tough face with a darker complexion. Once he realizes that the man who is making skin-to-skin contact with him is not Compo, Chu Hua immediately raises his hand to push him away from him. open.Drunken and jumped out of the bed, he straightened up the shirt that was almost completely torn off, and at the same time shouted angrily, "We have nothing to do with each other, what the hell do you want?!"

"Baby...Baby, I want you, I want you so much..." Mr. Chief Superintendent was disappointed to find that the other party no longer looked at his naked body.Like a peacock with a flashing tail frustrated by his inability to attract females, that frustration turns into anger in an instant.He pounced on the old lover who was facing away from him, and tried to use violence to force the other party to submit while revealing explicit love words. "I saw those photos. Instead of giving yourself pleasure with a vibrator, you might as well have sex with me tonight... You have also reacted, haven't you? Your body is more honest than your heart..."

But that's obviously useless.Even when they were passionately in love with each other, as long as Chu Hua didn't want to, he couldn't touch him at all.

"Okay! Okay! I won't touch you." After a few punches that spared no effort, the corner of Mr. Chief Superintendent's mouth was broken and bleeding, and there was also a bruise on his cheekbone. He finally said helplessly and compromised, "At least for now You can sleep here at night."

Mr. Detective also failed the lottery, his expression was still very angry, and he still looked confused, but he put on his shoes and left very quickly, "I have a fucking man, why should I sleep on your bed!"

"A man? That Compo? You fucking missed it!" Blocking the door, Han Xiao sneered, "He is a pervert with a mental deformity, and there are at least twelve women's blood on his hands that haven't been cleaned—"

"What about you? Are you talking to yourself so many times that you have a split personality? You wash the cowherd's blood off your hands—"

Chu Hua stopped talking suddenly, and Han Xiao's face changed obviously.

They are both police officers, and they are all too familiar with the suspicious expressions of others.

"What are you talking about?" Han Xiao lowered his face, and put on the unquestionable and aggressive majesty of the police elite, completely forgetting that he was naked and naked at the moment, "You doubt me? You doubt me?" The best me in the entire police force?!"

"I'm not sure if that guy pleaded guilty out of grandstanding, but we all know that the 'Raincoat Killer' case is not over yet." After breaking the last bubble between the two, Chu Hua looked back into the other's eyes very calmly , "You let me go out now."

"Even if I did something behind my back, it was to get you back. You don't even know what price I paid for you. I did everything I could for you..."

"Thank you! Thank you!" He opened his mouth several times in a blunt tone, "Thank you", and the ten years of love finally made him sigh slightly, looking into the other's eyes and shaking his head, "You are always for yourself. Maybe This world of the jungle needs someone like you, but it's definitely not me." After a pause, Chu Hua said clearly, "Now, let me go out."

The man's cock was aroused to a wonderful size, the pouch was squeezed between the buttocks and the sheet, and the head of his cock swelled to a furious eggplant color, eager to be sent into that narrow hot wonderland.

But his old lover has already left without hesitation.

A black hair fell on the bed.It was slightly longer than Han Xiao's own, and the hair was much softer.

Han Xiao held the hair in his palm and looked at it for a while, then suddenly smiled.

Another thought came to him.Brilliant idea.

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Compar's blood loss was serious, and Rodman had to drive away after waiting for more than 10 minutes.

Not long after the black luxury car drove out of the street, Mr. Detective staggered downstairs.

Wandering in the street in a daze, it was only when he regained consciousness that he realized that the surrounding environment was quite strange.Looking around, there was a telephone booth standing alone on the side of the street.Chu Hua fumbled all over his pockets, but only found one coin.After thinking about it, I think I can hang up the phone and let that bastard Tu Yuming pick me up, or call Compo.

After pressing a series of buttons with his fingers, the phone was connected after a long time, and a slightly deep male voice came from inside.

The moment he heard that voice, Mr. Detective poured out his grievances, even a woman who just lost her virginity would not be so grievanced.Tears fell down, like autumn fruits falling to the ground, and he cried into the receiver, "I'm sorry, Compo... I'm really... I'm really sorry..."

The remote street was originally deserted, and there was a homeless man who was about to get into his sleeping bag under the bridge hole not far away. He was startled by the sudden crying, and leaned out to look at the other person—he I saw a tall and thin young man in the telephone booth, crying into the microphone like a child.

"I never intended to shoot you, Marilyn's death left me in a state of distress, and I don't know what happened to me... I believe that Marilyn's incident has nothing to do with you, or that my poor little sister is just an inducement , like a grain of fire falling from a bundle of dry hay... Tu Yuming always asked me why I didn't pursue the case of hiding the corpse anymore, and I always told him that I didn't give up, I just needed time, but the fact is that I I don't want to investigate that case at all... I hate this self who is afraid of the possible truth, this feeling of being 'fully possessed' from body to heart, and I hate always being like a weak and incompetent baby in front of you Naked...But I definitely don't hate you...I'm sorry, I'm really sorry...If I can get your forgiveness, I can let you shoot without moving..." Said in one breath at a very fast speed Many, until a roar popped out of the microphone.This time he heard the voice clearly, a completely unfamiliar and not very pleasant man's voice, "You fucking dialed the wrong number!"

Although he made the wrong call, Chu Hua felt much happier.Hanging up the phone, he raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his cheeks.The wind was strong, and the night's low temperature pierced his bones. He turned around and saw a homeless man under the bridge hole staring at him dumbfounded, so he walked towards him.

"Get up! Get up! I'm a policeman!"

The guy who played the organ on the street crawled out of his sleeping bag in a daze, and the young man, who seemed to be quite drunk, stuffed his expensive suit and tie into his hands and said, "These I'll give it all to you! I'm going to borrow your place to sleep!"

Before he could realize what happened, the other party quickly got into his sleeping bag.

Chu Hua thought that he would have to beg for forgiveness from Compo tomorrow, so he fell asleep soundly, ignoring the greasy and warm smell around him.