loneliness meets loneliness

In the empty hall.

Mu Quyan sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, the corners of his mouth raised, looking as cold as a Medusa.

He said coldly: "Kneel down."

Qin Yifeng's legs "thumped" and knelt down, hitting the floor without the slightest hesitation.

Mu Quyan stood up and walked over like a king, Qin Yifeng lowered his head, gritted his teeth, humiliation rolled out like ink in his heart.

Mu Quyan raised his right leg, stepped firmly on Qin Yifeng's head with one foot, and with a "plop", Qin Yifeng's head was stepped on the ground by Mu Quyan, and it hit the ground hard like a kowtow. After the impact, a bright blood spread from Qin Yifeng's forehead, staining the surrounding floor red.

As if wanting revenge, Mu Quyan crushed Qin Yifeng's head with his foot, and rubbed it repeatedly on the ground many times. The blood stained his hair red, spreading more and more, writing tears of humiliation like a tragic elegy.

Mu Quyan let go of his feet, looked down at Qin Yifeng who was like a slave under his feet, and said coldly: "This is called etiquette. In the next month, when you see me, you must salute me like this. Do you understand?"

Sweat and blood mixed and flowed down from Qin Yifeng's forehead, he gritted his teeth fiercely, and whispered with restraint: "Understood."

A voice full of humiliation and anger spread in Qin Yifeng's mouth and throat, full of bitterness.

Standing tall, Mu Quyan unbuttoned his pants with a "crash", and the beige shorts fell in front of Qin Yifeng, revealing his snow-white body.

"Use your mouth, help me XX."

The emotionless order hit Qin Yifeng's head.

He understood that no matter what Mu Quyan asked him to do, even if it was to die, he had to do it, because he loved Milo, and in order to love one person, he had to serve another man.

He walked in front of Mu Quyan with his kneeling legs, held XX gently, opened his mouth, and used his lips and tongue to enclose Mu Quyan's XX, like a lowly maidservant in ancient times, serving with his tongue With emotionless XX.

Mu Quyan stretched out his hand to hold Qin Yifeng's head, allowing his cock to penetrate deeper into Qin Yifeng's mouth, and a satisfied smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth.

Qin Shengrui (Qin Yifeng's father, mentioned earlier), have you seen that your son, the most suitable person to take over Qin Mu in your heart, is kneeling now, without dignity, like a dog, using him Mouth help me XX.

When you did that to me back then, you should have thought that one day someone would retaliate against you in the same way.

Suddenly a white liquid poured into Qin Yifeng's mouth, Mu Quyan kicked him away, Qin Yifeng was kicked and hit the coffee table next to him, the dangling teacup fell down and hit his forehead, blood flowed from his forehead again The top of his head slowly flowed down, into his eyes, onto his face, neck, and chest, wet his clothes, and dirty the floor. His face now looked extremely oozing, like a ghost with a waterfall of blood on his head , his eyes were glowing with resentment.

"What's your look like?"

Mu Quyan raised his eyebrows, and kicked Qin Yifeng's stomach. Qin Yifeng was kicked and fell to the ground again, lying there dirty like a broken rag, breathing heavily.

He clenched his fists, he was stronger than Mu Quyan, he could knock Mu Quyan to the ground, he could beat Mu Quyan, he could use various methods to retaliate, but he just couldn't fight back.

Both father and mother hated being gay, wished Milo would die, hoped that he would not associate with any men, be obediently at their mercy, marry a girl of the right family, and then live like this mechanically until death.

Only Qiumu Quyan can save Milo.

And for this salvation, dignity must be sacrificed.

Compared with Milo, dignity and face are worth nothing at all.

"Come with me."

Mu Quyan stretched out his hand, grabbed Qin Yifeng's forehead by the hair, and dragged him up the stairs, completely ignoring Qin Yifeng in his hand, he walked up the stairs step by step, and Qin Yifeng behind him whimpered from time to time.

Due to the uneven surface of the stairs, Qin Yifeng's back was scraped off one after another. After walking up that section of stairs, Qin Yifeng's entire back was bloody and bloody. Every step of the stairs is stained with Qin Yifeng's blood, step by step, more humiliating than climbing, all the bloodstains left by him, like the stairs to hell.

For what, but for Lin Miluo.

"You dirty my stairs."

Mu Quyan looked behind him, frowned, and his unhappy expression froze on his face. After a moment of contemplation, he quickly recovered his excited face.

He said happily: "By the way, I still have someone you know here, why don't you invite him to be an audience."

He was muttering to himself, and excitedly continued to drag Qin Yifeng into the room, leaving a shocking trail of blood on the floor.

……

It was completely dark.

Wen Chi's hands were completely numb, and if he continued to tie them like this, he suspected that his hands would be useless due to poor blood flow.

But he would rather stay in this room than face Mu Quyan.

Looking at the ceiling, everything is so empty, lonely like the small piece of unchanging scenery outside the window.

Sudden.

"click"

The door was pushed open, Wen Chi's heart subconsciously rose, and he turned his head to look.

Mu Quyan walked in, dragging a person in his hand. The person was ragged, bloody and almost unconscious, only the heavy breathing was still making sounds. If it wasn't for the sound of breathing, Wen Chi would have thought Mu Qu was What Yan dragged was a dead body that had just been dragged from the battlefield.

"When acquaintances meet, shouldn't they say something to reminisce about the past?"

Mu Quyan smiled happily, and kicked that person mercilessly. Due to the violent impact of that kick, the blood immediately flowed out from the wound and onto the floor, but the person didn't even groan. snort.

Wen Chi's heart trembled, he was already like that, and even being kicked, he must have died of pain.

"Speak, brother." Mu Quyan squatted down, smiled kindly, grabbed the man's hair with his hands, forced him to lift his face, and gently wiped off the blood on his face with his hands, revealing his fair and handsome face. Face, his eyes were slightly open, his face was stained with residual blood, the corners of his mouth were slightly bruised, the hair on his forehead was pulled up, revealing his fair forehead, and the sound of breathing continued like a faint cockroach.

Mu Quyan dragged his hair and dragged him all the way in front of Wen Chi. He hummed slightly, leaving messy bloodstains on the floor.

Mu Quyan reached out to brush the hair off his face, and said softly, "Let's say hello, let's catch up on the old days."

Wen Chi's eyes widened, as if struck by lightning, he watched in disbelief, unable to react for a long time.

This person turned out to be... Mr. Qin.

Even President Qin was told by Mu Qu...he really is a pervert.

Wait, Mu Quyan called Mr. Qin...brother, are they...brothers?

A series of messages exploded in Wen Chi's head, and he was stunned like a sculpture.

Could it be that Mr. Qin did all this for Milo?

Wen Chi recalled a strange emotion for a long time, and a little sadness welled up in his heart.

What kind of emotion is this.

If you can meet such a person who loves you in your life, everything else seems to be unimportant.

……

In the room, Mu Quyan slowly untied Qin Yifeng's clothes, and slowly pulled them off. The red shirt was thrown aside, revealing his fair and slender body, curled up on the floor, his tight skin breathed Up and down with sweat up and down, like a trapped beast caught in a prison net, full of charm.

He spoke with difficulty: "No...don't be in front of others..."

Qin Yifeng's chest heaved up and down, struggling like a fish caught ashore.

He could feel the glaring gaze from the opposite side of the bed, pricking him like a needle. He could bear everything, but being watched by his subordinates doing such a thing was simply extremely humiliating.

Mu Quyan grinned slightly as if hearing a joke, and said sarcastically: "Do you think you are still a high-ranking president who directs others, you can do whatever you want, sorry, I just want to be here, if If you don’t want to, then bear with it, it’s only a night anyway.”

"As for tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the next month, whatever I want, as long as I want, I can do whatever I want. Now you have no choice."

Mu Quyan smiled coldly, ripped open his black suit pants with his hands, threw them back like trash, stroked his slender legs, his eyes were a bit greedy, like the light of a knife Dazzling bone erosion.

"Have you ever done it with Lin Miluo?" He asked casually, while reaching between the folds and stroking for the entrance, "Is this your first time?"

A stern light flashed in Qin Yifeng's eyes, but it quickly disappeared. He raised the corners of his lips and showed a handsome smile: "No, this is the first time. Are you satisfied?"

"Well……"

A finger suddenly poked in, moving forward in the narrow, hot and humid vagina like a sharp weapon.

Qin Yifeng clenched his hands tightly, scratching feebly on the floor with his fingertips, his nails were broken, and the faint blood left scratches on the floor, and the breath of forbearance permeated from the bottom of his heart.

At this time, another face appeared in front of my eyes, a handsome appearance, always with an expression of indifference, and coldly cast a glance at myself, looking proud and indifferent to everything, after removing that layer of mask, it revealed a completely different face Another kind of personality, sometimes cute, sometimes dark-bellied, it seems that there are many different Lin Miluo, facing different people, blooming with different brilliance.

Maybe that's what he would show to the person he likes. Maybe Li Wangxi grasped this point and came to Milo again after bankruptcy. Unfortunately, Milo had already blacklisted him.

Suddenly the pain of being bitten hard came from his lips, Qin Yifeng came back to his senses, and a pain was entering his mouth, flowing down to his chin mixed with saliva.

Mu Quyan's ambiguous voice gently rubbing his earlobe came from next to his ear: "You are thinking about him, aren't you?"

Qin Yifeng closed his eyes tightly, and felt that the foreign objects under his body had increased again, and a hot and humid breath echoed in his ears:

"It's a pity that you have to be hugged by me now."