Hundred Treasures of the Monster Tan: Meat Feed

"Strange, he still told me to have breakfast, why hasn't he come, and the phone can't get through."

Zong Jue took out his mobile phone to call, and the person involved was right in front of him, and he didn't bring his mobile phone, so it was conceivable that he couldn't get through.

"Maybe he's busy with work."

Zong Jue didn't think much, went to the kitchen and took the dried fish, put it in a small bowl, and put it in front of Mr. Tiger.

Mr. Tiger was angry and turned his head to ignore him.

"Looks like you're not hungry."

Zong Jue took the bowl away, closed the door, took off his apron and went to the second floor.

——Is it okay for your small shop to be closed all day long?

Or your mind is not here at all, you just want to work with your old friend, right!Right right!

Mr. Tiger followed while thinking indignantly, and saw Zong Jue walk into the study and sit in front of the computer to read something.

After a while, he opened the drawer, took out the photo with Chen Fengyang, looked at it, and put it back.

--What catches your eyes?Not as handsome as me, not as powerful as me, not as capable as me in bed, why do you just keep thinking about him?

Mr. Tiger was really angry, turned around and walked out, at this moment the computer beeped, and Zong Jue clicked the mouse and let out a soft cry.

Not knowing what happened, Mr. Tiger stopped halfway and looked over, and saw Zong Jue's surprised face.

"Huh? Earned so much?"

He clicked the mouse a few more times, and said to Mr. Tiger, "Your master is quite powerful."

—Of course it’s amazing, or it could make you cry?

Before Mr. Tiger had time to be complacent, Zong Jue said again: "He made a lot of money for me by just ordering a little yesterday. Has he studied stock trading?"

Cut, I talked about stocks for a long time.

Mr. Tiger loses energy for a second.

Money is not as attractive to him as a piece of meat. Seeing that Zong Jue turned to look at the computer after speaking, he was bored and ran out of the study to go home.

After only two steps, Mr. Tiger suddenly became dizzy, and everything around him began to shake. Oops, he's about to transform!

Mr. Tiger jumped forward and fell to the ground. When he regained consciousness, he had already changed back to human form, still naked.

Clothes...where are the clothes?

Mr. Tiger hastily used spiritual skills, moved the clothes and put them on, stood up and looked towards the study.

Fortunately, Zong Jue focused on the computer and didn't notice the situation in the corridor.

He tiptoed over to look, just in time to see Zong Jue closing the drawer, needless to say, he was looking at photos again.

Thinking of this, Mr. Tiger's anger boiled over.

Saying it doesn't feel like it, it seems to be unwilling, and it seems to hate, and maybe there is some jealousy mixed in.

But Mr. Tiger didn't understand, he had only eaten and eaten in his previous life, he had never had those complicated feelings, and he didn't understand them either.

But he understands one thing, that is, he wants to possess Zong Sui, now!immediately!

His sanity was taken over by the flames of jealousy, and he strode in.

Hearing the sound, Zong Jue stood up and looked over. Before he could speak, Mr. Tiger stretched out his palm to shine in front of him.

He said coldly, "I'm Chen Fengyang, so please!"

Under the urging of his spiritual technique, Zong Jue's eyes became blurred, and he swayed and fell back on the seat.

Mr. Tiger put down his palm, and his face was reflected on the opposite glass window, which was exactly the same as Chen Fengyang's, except for his more stern expression and sharper eyes.

Zong Jue shook his head, and soon came to his senses, looked at Mr. Tiger, and asked in surprise, "Why are you back again?"

Mr. Tiger didn't answer, went to hug him, and kissed him directly.

"What are you doing? Let me go!"

Zong Jue began to struggle, trying to avoid his kiss. Mr. Tiger felt pain, and he let go of his hand.

Zong Jue actually bit his mouth, and there was a bloody smell from the corner of his lips.

He looked at Zong Jue, who had an angry expression on his face, and his chest heaved violently because of his anger.

He wanted to stand up, but Mr. Tiger easily pushed him back to the seat with his hand, and then turned the seat, turning Zong Jue to the side of the computer screen.

He circled Zong Jue from behind, hugged him into his arms, approached his earlobe, and said softly, "You like me, so I'll be back."

According to the experience of watching dog blood TV series with his mother-in-law all the year round, Mr. Tiger is very confident in his approach.

The domineering and cool presidents on TV always treat their lovers like this, and they can do it well, so he doesn't believe Zong Jue doesn't like this.

He stretched out his tongue to lick Zong Jue's earlobe, Zong Jue turned his head to retort, he took the opportunity to stick his tongue into Zong Jue's mouth, and kissed him.

Domineeringly said: "Just bite, I won't retreat even if I bite off my tongue."

"you……"

The conversation was interrupted, and Mr. Tiger tore Zong Jue's shirt off.

His white shirt was tucked into his jeans. In the hot weather, he didn't wear anything under the shirt. The hem was lifted up, revealing the skin inside.

Mr. Tiger stroked his waist, and then stretched up his waist and abdomen, his fingers pinched one of his nipples and twisted.

Zong Jue's breathing became heavy, he stretched out his hand to push back, and shouted: "You can't do this!"

The voice was low, and it sounded more like refusal to welcome in Mr. Tiger's ears. He didn't believe that Zong Jue had no idea about Chen Fengyang.

If not, they wouldn't keep their group photos, and wouldn't accept other people's meat money, just Chen Fengyang's.

Zong Jue even asked him for money!

Thinking of this differential treatment, Mr. Tiger's resentment grew stronger, and he turned the seat.

He was too strong, Zong Jue followed the seat and swayed half a circle, facing him.

The shirt was messed up, the hem was hanging around the waist, the buttons were torn off under his violence, the nipples were faintly visible, blushing, indescribably obscene.

Mr. Tiger pinched Zong Jue's chin. He was still struggling hard, his lips were red from being ravaged, and his pupils were moist.

Mr. Tiger remembered how he was begging for mercy with tears in his eyes on the bed, and he hardened immediately.

Ignoring his resistance, he loosened his belt and reached out to play with his private parts.

"You bastard! I'm going to kill you!"

Zong Jue blushed with anger, and kicked with his legs raised.

That kick hit Mr. Tiger's chest, but he was rough-skinned and thick-skinned, so he didn't care at all. He continued to play with Zong Jue's words, and poked his head out for a kiss.

Zong Jue was angry and anxious, and when he turned his head and saw the glass paperweight on the table, he picked it up and smashed it.

It happened that Mr. Tiger raised his head and his eyes met. He saw Zong Jue's movement, but he didn't dodge it.

Zong Jue's lips were slightly pursed, and there was a look of hatred in his eyes.

He had never seen such emotion in Zong Jue's eyes, not even the first time they did it.

Zong Jue has always given him the impression that he is cunning and intelligent, and occasionally gets angry because of his actions, but it is not such a hateful reaction.

For a moment, his heart was full of sadness.

He didn't know why, but he felt that he couldn't walk into Zong Jue's heart, even if he stood up to others.

However, the expected pain did not come, Zong Jue still held the paperweight tightly in his hand, and stared at him with wide eyes.

His cheeks were flushed, and Mr. Tiger looked distracted, and suddenly felt that Zong Sui looked good even if he was angry.