The wicked have their own evil

Zhang Chi looked back and frowned: "What's going on?"

"It's Aunt Xiang." The younger brother whispered.

"That's Ah Xiang's mother." Zhang Chi's tone became serious: "What are you doing stopping me?"

"Boss..."

"Ah Xiang, Ah Xiang," the woman is only forty, but she is sad and haggard, her eyes are already swollen from crying, she seems to have aged ten years in just a few days, I saw her staggering past, but accidentally fell down, just like the one who came over Duan Lu had exhausted all her strength, her eyes were sunken and hollow, but she did not forget to take two steps forward and hugged the coffin and wept.

Zhang Chi squatted down slowly, patted the woman comfortingly, and said in a low voice, "Aunt Xiang, my condolences."

The woman's hair was disheveled, her sad and trance eyes gradually became sharp and vicious, she pounced on Zhang Chi like a beast, and attacked Zhang Chi like crazy: "It was you, you killed me, Ah Xiang, why is it that I, Ah Xiang, You will suffer retribution and die a terrible death."

Zhang Chi snorted, and fell to the ground unexpectedly. Aunt Xiang didn't know whether it was intentional or not, and hit Zhang Chi's injured abdomen. Pulling Aunt Xiang away with strength, bright red blood overflowed from the abdomen.

The younger brother next to him was stunned for a moment, and hurried over to pull Aunt Xiang away. Seeing the coffin getting farther and farther away, she let out a desperate cry: "My Ah Xiang, why did you treat me like this, that is my only son."

"Boss, your injury..." Zhou Xiaolin hurried over, seeing the boss tightly clutching his abdomen, with a lot of blood slowly overflowing from his fingers, he was a little confused: "Should I go to the hospital, boss, why? Do it, Brother Hua will definitely beat me to death."

"Don't make noise, I'm fine." Zhang Chi said helplessly: "There are cotton gauze and alcohol in the car, bring them here."

"Aunt Xiang, Aunt Xiang..."

"Boss, Aunt Xiang has fainted."

After Zhang Chi heard it, he covered his wound and walked to Aunt Xiang, squatting down slowly, staring at it for a while, heaved a sigh of relief, and fainted due to the rush of blood.

He looked at a younger brother and said, "Send Aunt Xiang to the hospital and take good care of her."

"it is good."

"Boss, here it is." Zhou Xiaolin hurried over and handed him the cotton gauze in his hand.

Zhang Chi glanced at him, and asked hoarsely, "Is there any smoke?"

Zhou Xiaolin swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said cautiously: "Boss, you are still hurt, so you should stop smoking."

Zhang Chi was sitting on the bench with his back straight and without blinking his eyes. He kept looking at the hanging photos. Ah Xiang always liked to smile.

He wondered blankly, is it because of this that he was taken back by God again?

I don't know how long it took before he looked away, submerged his head slightly, took out a card from the side pocket, and handed it to Zhou Xiaolin.

Xiao Lin looked at him blankly.

"Give this to Aunt Xiang, and try to put some money in it every month, so that she can live comfortably."

"it is good."

"Do you know how long Ah Xiang has been with me?" He asked suddenly.

"Five, five years?" Zhou Xiaolin silently counted and came up with a number.

"Well, I was with me when I was 15 years old. I dropped out of junior high school before finishing junior high school." He moved his hand and put it down when he found that there was no cigarette. He is not addicted to smoking, and only wants to smoke when he is impetuous.

"On the second day after dropping out of school, Aunt Xiang came to me, knelt down in front of me, and begged me to return my son to her." He pulled his lips and tapped his fingers unconsciously: "I only said one sentence, he chooses the road by himself." , he decides."

He paused for a few seconds, then continued: "In the second year, Aunt Xiang continued to come to me, grabbed my hand, and begged me to treat her son well."

He laughed mockingly: "The consequence of being kind and kind is that you can't even keep a whole body."

"Boss, don't be like this, Ah Xiang has always admired you," Zhou Xiaolin said sadly, "He knows if he wants to see you like this."

Zhang Chi didn't know which point was stimulated, his voice was suppressed, and he paused every word: "It's because of this, as long as I tell him to go back, he will not die now, and Aunt Xiang will not lose her only son. "

Zhou Xiaolin's nose was sore, tears rolled in his eyes, he opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it again.

night.

The night was so quiet that one could hear a needle drop on the ground. When Zitong put down his cell phone and was about to lie down on the bed, there were waves of cautious knocking on the door.

Zitong stood up, put on a coat casually, and went out to open the door.

Standing outside the door was Zhou Xiaolin with a flattering smile, tremblingly supporting Boss Zhang, who was obviously over drunk.

Zitong was expressionless, and asked lightly: "Is there something wrong?"

"Yes, I'm sorry to disturb you so late, can you help take care of the boss tonight?" Zhou Xiaolin said with a bitter face.

Zi Tong slowly shifted his gaze to Zhang Chi, frowned and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

"Boss is drunk..."

Zhang Chi squinted, his face was drunk, he kept yelling and drinking, and he stood crookedly, while Zhou Xiaolin held his face, trying so hard not to let the boss drag him down with him.

"It has nothing to do with me, just go back and make some sober soup for him." After finishing speaking, Zi Tong was about to close the door.

"Don't close the door, sister-in-law!" Zhou Xiaolin was impatient for a moment, and called out the title that the boss usually called them.

"..."

Zitong raised her eyebrows and looked at him.

Zhou Xiaolin swallowed his saliva, and said cautiously: "The boss is injured, so he can't drink too much. If he doesn't stay with you tonight, the boss will definitely have to drink again. You haven't seen him like that just now. Drinking is like drinking boiled water, especially scary..."

In fact, compared to the boss, Zitong scares him even more.In his eyes, Zitong was an iceberg beauty that people couldn't see through. She seemed harmless, but somehow made his hair stand on end.

他壮壮胆子，继续出卖老大：“虽然他脾气臭，喜欢揍人，又好色，还爱威胁，但是一醉酒，你做什么第二天老大什么也会忘记，任你搓圆揉扁，你Just be pitiful to the poor boss, if the boss drinks again, he will have to lie back in the hospital..."

"...If you put him here, it's not hard to guarantee that he won't drink again."

Zhou Xiaolin shook his head vigorously, like a rattle: "No, no, only you can cure him now."

Zi Tong didn't speak, and he didn't close the door. He lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking. Zhou Xiaolin didn't know if he had taken the courage to push the boss in. Zhang Boss pressed on Zi Tong unconsciously. Unpredictable, he fell to the floor with a tall man about 1.8 meters above him.

Zitong glanced outside the door, and Zhou Xiaolin had long since disappeared without a trace.He patted Zhang Chi's arm helplessly, and said, "Get up."

Zhang Boss didn't seem to hear it, he shook his head, his eyes were a little cloudy, he blinked a few times and then stared at the person in front of him with piercing eyes, Zi Tong felt something was wrong when he was about to say something , the lips were directly grabbed.

Zhang Chi was like a ferocious beast, biting Zitong's lips fiercely, rolling up and down, the insignificant bite of Boss Zhang made Zitong feel a little painful.

"Stop, stop."

Zhang Chi turned a deaf ear to it, sucking water like a thirsty person, prying his lips to enter in a hurry.Zitong felt a little uncomfortable being pressed, he freed one hand and punched him directly.

"Well."

Zhang Chi fell to the side, curled up like an armadillo and remained motionless.Zi Tong frowned, he didn't hit hard enough.

"Zhang Chi."

Zi Tong patted him on the shoulder, and Boss Zhang slowly turned his face around, looking at him pitifully.There is a weird match between this word and Zhang Chi's thick eyebrows and big eyes.

Boss Zhang stretched out his hand tremblingly, the palm was covered with blood, his heart was blocked, he dared to punch Zhang Chi's wound just now.

Zitong sighed, pointed to the wooden stool, and said, "Sit on it, I'll go get the medicine box."

Zhang Chi didn't move, just stared at the floor blankly, as if he didn't hear what he said.Zitong ignored him and went to the utility room to bring the medicine box.

When he returned to the living room, there was only a drop of blood left on the ground, but no one was there.He went to the room, and sure enough, he saw Zhang Chi sitting on the bed, looking at his blood-stained hands, he didn't know where to put them, and looked at Zi Tong eagerly, like a giant teddy bear.

He opened his mouth slightly, wanting to tell him to go to the hall, but then gave up after thinking about it.

"Put up the clothes." Zitong put the medicine box aside and opened it, bowing her head and saying.

Zhang Chi took off his shirt and continued to look at Zitong.

"..."

Zitong squatted down and found that the gauze was stuck to the wound. He dipped a cotton swab in alcohol to slowly soak the gauze, and then peeled off the gauze little by little.

"Does it hurt?"

After waiting for a few seconds without a response, he looked up at Zhang Chi and found that Zhang Chi had been staring at him without blinking.

He asked again: "Does it hurt?"

Still no response, he squinted his eyes, remembering what Zhou Xiaolin said just now: "You can rub it round and flat", he tried again: "Nod or shake your head?"

Zhang Chi ignored him and stared at him blankly.

Zitong stood up and found that his eyes moved with his movements.He thought it was funny, and gently pinched his cheeks, and now there are two inconspicuous marks on his tough face, which is slightly drunk from alcohol, without the usual domineering and funny, and not the usual rascal boss Sample.He couldn't help but part his lips and said, "You'd better get drunk."

He flipped a new white gauze into the medicine box and wrapped it up again.After tidying up the medicine box, he prepared to close it and leave the room.A hand stretched out suddenly, gripping his wrist firmly.

Zitong looked down at his steel-like strong hands, and then slowly moved from his figure to his sharp-edged face.Zhang Chi's gaze never left Zitong, his eyes slowly turned scarlet, but he didn't take any action.

With a heartbeat, Zitong put the medicine box aside, and pressed his fingers against Zhang Chi's jaw.Zhang Chi's facial features are not bad, they are very upright, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, even when he is drunk, he also lacks the fierce pincers that people dare not look directly at.

"Let go first." Zitong said softly.

"Don't, let's go..." Zhang Chi finally opened his mouth and murmured in a drunken voice.

Zhang Chi's voice was so soft that Zi Tong couldn't hear it clearly, and asked, "What?"

"like you."

Zitong raised his eyebrows. He is indifferent and maintains an indifferent attitude towards love and love, and he has never tried to fall in love.He could have ignored it, but there was a strange feeling in his heart, and he was inexplicably interested in listening: "Huh?"

"It's very early." He looked at him, the eyes that stared at him never changed, gradually became wild and eager, the hands that clamped him didn't dare to relax or clenched, for fear that they would leave.

Zitong's throat rolled, he lifted his chin and kissed him, gently pressing him on the quilt, his clamped hands reversed and pressed Zhang Chi's hand tightly on the quilt.

Zhang Chi looked at the lips he had bitten just now. Zitong had natural pink thin lips, which were very beautiful, but there was an obvious small wound. He subconsciously didn't dare to use force and let him kiss.

The consequences of drunkenness made his head more and more dizzy, and he was slowly turned over without much sense of consciousness.

"Well……"

He looked at the mattress in a daze, shook his drowsy head, felt that his waist was slightly lifted, and then put a soft pillow on it, and gradually a coolness came from behind him, and he was slowly stuffed with a foreign object, from the stable Steady progress to strong stimulation, he subconsciously gripped the quilt tightly, and groaned a few times from time to time.