Retreat

The security guard held a flashlight in his hand. Even though the parking lot was already lit, but the light was dim, he still swung the flashlight towards Qiao Mudong and He Yu.

He Yu felt that he couldn't afford to lose face, so he pushed Qiao Mudong away.

Qiao Mudong let go of him, and took two steps towards the security guard, "What's the matter?"

The security saw Qiao Mudong's face clearly. Qiao Mudong moved in not long ago. He couldn't remember the name of this person, but he clearly knew that he was the owner of this community, so he couldn't help but respectfully said, "Excuse me, sir. I thought there was a fight here. So come and have a look, do you need any help?"

Qiao Mudong said: "I was playing with my friends, it's okay, I'm going up now."

The security guard nodded and said, "That's good."

Qiao Mudong walked back to He Yu's side, took his arm, and said in a low voice, "Stop making trouble, follow me."

He Yu refused to move, and said, "I want to go back."

Qiao Mudong suppressed his impatience and asked, "Where are you going back?"

He Yu's lips moved, but he couldn't speak. Where else could he go back now?He could only go back to Fu Chenshan's house, which was not his own, and there was already a mistress in that house.

Qiao Mudong stared at He Yu in a daze for a moment, and asked, "Where do you live now?"

He Yu turned his eyes away and said calmly, "A friend."

"Where are your friends?" Qiao Mudong snorted coldly, full of disdain, and dragged He Yu to the elevator, "It's better to live with my friends than with me."

He Yu didn't resist resolutely this time, and staggered Ren Qiao Mudong to pull him away.

Qiao Mudong pressed the elevator, turned around to look at He Yu, "Don't make me look like I'm going to die!"

He Yu turned his eyes away, feeling that it was simply difficult to communicate with this kind of person.

When the elevator came, Qiao Mudong dragged He Yu in and pressed the button for the 23rd floor, which was already the top floor.

There were only the two of them in the elevator, Qiao Mudong pressed He Yu on the wall with one hand, and wanted to kiss him again.

He Yu blocked his mouth and reminded him: "There is monitoring."

Qiao Mudong was stunned for a moment, let go of He Yu, turned around and reached out to hammer the elevator door, cursing a curse word.

He Yu raised his head and leaned against the elevator wall, and couldn't help being a little funny. Qiao Mudong has the temper of a young master, and the character of a hooligan, which is awkward no matter how you look at it.

When the elevator reached the 23rd floor, Qiao Mudong pulled He Yu out of the elevator, came to the door, touched the keys in his pocket with one hand, and still grabbed He Yu's hand with the other.

He Yu struggled, but couldn't break free, so he said, "I'm here, and I won't run away, so let me go."

Still refusing to let go, Qiao Mudong took out the key with one hand and opened the door, pulled He Yu in forcefully, and kicked the door shut with his foot.

The ceiling light in the living room was turned on, and the soft and warm light filled the whole room in an instant.

Qiao Mudong's house is very big, the living room is neat and clean, the color is very mild, and the decoration is also in a home style, unlike a bachelor's house.Because it is on the top floor, it is a jumping-floor structure, the master bedroom is on the second floor, and there is an open roof garden.

He Yu looked up and looked around, and asked, "Have you lived here before?"

Qiao Mudong said: "No, the place the old man arranged for me after I came out."

He Yu stood in front of the stairs, stretched out his hand to hold on to the railing and looked towards the second floor, "It's good to have a rich dad."

Qiao Mudong snorted coldly, noncommittal.

He Yu looked around again, Qiao Mudong finally couldn't hold back, grabbed his collar from behind, lifted him and threw him on the sofa.

The leather sofa is wide and soft, and you can even feel a bit of coolness through a layer of fabric. He Yu is still a little dizzy, and Qiao Mudong's tall body is completely pressed up.

He Yu put his hands on the sofa and remembered, but he couldn't shake Qiao Mudong who was on his body. Qiao Mudong put his hands on his shoulders and pressed down, biting He Yu's lips.

He Yu struggled hard at first, but soon lost his strength, lying on the sofa limply no longer resisting, and even opened his mouth to let Qiao Mudong invade.

Feeling the other party's lips being squeezed and licked over and over again, He Yu felt a familiar feeling of dizziness, and the excess saliva slipped down the corner of his mouth before he could swallow it in time.He Yu's breathing became rapid, and unconsciously he raised his arms around Qiao Mudong's shoulders, and even raised one leg, rubbing between Qiao Mudong's legs impatiently.

Qiao Mudong's fiery kiss ran down He Yu's lips, licking his neck and collarbone, and the jacket was ripped open, revealing the T-shirt inside.Qiao Mudong hugged He Yu's nipple through the T-shirt, and sucked heavily.He Yu straightened up involuntarily, almost trembling.

Qiao Mudong suddenly stopped.

He Yu's eyes were blurred, and he rubbed Qiao Mudong's thigh with a distressed expression, "What's wrong? Hurry up."

Qiao Mudong's expression was a little subtle.

He Yu was puzzled, and reached out to grab Qiao Mudong's swollen and congested lower body.

Qiao Mudong avoided it, then lowered his head and sniffed He Yu's lapel, then suddenly sat up on his knees, grabbed He Yu and threw him under the sofa, "Go take a bath."

He Yu almost fell to his knees on the carpet under the sofa, and managed to stand still. He grabbed his skirt suspiciously and smelled it, only to find that he had soaked in the kitchen for a day, and there was a smoky smell of oily smoke.

He Yu couldn't help laughing out loud.

Qiao Mudong looked at He Yu standing in front of the sofa and giggled, holding back his anger, he raised his leg and kicked his ass, "Laughing fart! Go take a shower!"

He Yu was kicked by him and fell two steps forward. He stood still and laughed loudly. While pulling up his clothes, he said, "Wash your ass! I won't play with you anymore!" Go in the direction of the door.

Qiao Mudong got off the sofa, hugged He Yu from behind, and dragged him to the bathroom.

He Yu was struggling all the time, and Qiao Mudong completely relied on his height and physical strength to suppress him, and his movements were extremely difficult.He didn't even have time to take off He Yu's clothes, so he turned on the shower first.

Seeing Qiao Mudong push him under the water column, He Yu exclaimed in surprise: "The phone and the wallet!"

Qiao Mudong freed one hand, took out the wallet from his pocket, and threw it out of the bathroom; then he took out his mobile phone.

No one expected that at this moment, He Yu's cell phone rang.

Qiao Mudong didn't even look at who was calling, he connected the phone and handed it to his mouth, shouting: "No time!" Then he threw the phone out like a wallet.

He Yu didn't have time to stop it. When Qiao Mudong threw the phone on the ground, the screen flickered and then turned off.

He Yu was so angry that he raised his leg and kicked Qiao Mudong's knee violently.

Qiao Mudong endured it, pulled He Yu's clothes off one by one, and pushed him under the shower at the same time.

After the hot water washed his body, He Yu completely lost his strength. He and Qiao Mudong had worked together all night, and now his body was so exhausted that his legs gave way and he almost sat on the ground.

Qiao Mudong knelt down and helped He Yu take off his pants.But the jeans were soaked in water and stuck tightly to his body, and He Yu refused to lift his legs, so it was extremely difficult to take them off.

He Yu felt that the wet hair was completely attached to his face, and the water column was still washing down. He could hardly open his eyes. He gasped and asked, "Don't you have a bathtub at home?"

Qiao Mudong was still struggling with He Yu's trousers with his head buried. Hearing this, he stopped and said, "There are upstairs."

He Yu's body softened, and he lay on Qiao Mudong's back, and said, "I can't walk anymore, you carry me up."

Qiao Mudong then gave up He Yu's trousers, stood up and carried He Yu on his back, reached out to turn off the shower, and then walked upstairs.

Where the two passed by, there was a long string of water stains.

The second floor adjoins the master bedroom and a large bathroom with a circular Jacuzzi tub flanked by plain tiles.What surprised He Yu was that the top of the bathroom was separated by glass, and the entire sky could be clearly seen.

He Yu was put on the tiles by Qiao Mudong, he really had no strength to run away.The clothes on the upper body have been stripped off, half of the jeans on the lower body have been stripped off, and the underwear has been soaked and stuck to the body. Sitting on the tiles at this time, I feel extraordinarily cold.

Qiao Mudong squatted on the edge of the bathtub to drain the water.

He Yu wanted to raise his leg and kick his ass, but unfortunately he couldn't move anymore. He felt like he was drunk, had a frantic fight, and then he was exhausted and didn't want to move.

After Qiao Mudong put away the hot water, he went back to tugging on He Yu's jeans.

This time because he was sitting, and He Yu himself felt that the wet jeans were too uncomfortable to stick to his body, so he raised his leg to cooperate with Qiao Mudong, and finally pulled off the stubborn pair of pants.

Qiao Mudong took off his underwear for him again.

He Yu let him alone, lifted his buttocks to let him take off his clothes, and then was picked up by Qiao Mudong and put into the water.

The water temperature was just right, and the massage function was turned on, and it was shaking and washing over his body. At that moment, He Yu was so comfortable that he almost tilted his head and fell asleep.

Qiao Mudong took off his clothes and stepped into the bathtub.

The bathtub is really big, two people are not too crowded in it.Qiao Mudong sat next to He Yu, opened his legs, hugged him and let him lie on his body, clamped his legs with his legs, and hugged his chest with his hands.

He Yu turned his head sideways, found a comfortable position, put his face on his shoulder, and closed his eyes.

Qiao Mudong stretched out his hand to scrub his body slowly, and He Yu let him do whatever he wanted.

When Qiao Mudong put his hand between his legs, He Yu lazily whispered in his ear: "Are you still able to move?"

Qiao Mudong searched for the entrance with his fingers.

He Yu moved his head, as if he was looking for a more comfortable position, but he still closed his eyes, and said, "You can do it if you can, I don't have the strength anyway."

Qiao Mudong paused, then grabbed the weak thing between He Yu's legs, and rubbed it. Seeing that He Yu hadn't moved, he finally gave up.