loneliness meets loneliness

The second hand has slowly pointed to five, and it is almost time to get off work.

Wen Chi looked at the folder spread out in front of him, his hands were shaking.

After a day of fear, absent-mindedness at work all day, and constant mistakes, this day is almost crazy. If I can, I really hope not to leave work.

"Director Wen, you're off work, don't you want to leave?" A small employee passing by asked.

"Ah, I'll go right away and collect the things." Wen Chi pulled out an unnatural smile, as if to prove himself, he immediately started to collect things on the table in a hurry.

How to do.

After locking the office door, Wen Chi walked anxiously to the hall downstairs. Before reaching the door, he saw a black car at the door from a distance. It seemed to be waiting for him. When he thought of that scene, his heart shrank violently. After a while, Wen Chi reflexively ran back immediately.

Wandering in the corridor, Wen Chi's nervous face turned pale, what to do, he must never go back again, thinking of his expression, he couldn't help feeling frightened, all the pores of his body seemed to be trembling.

By the way, go through the back door!

Suddenly remembering that the company had a back door with few people, Wen Chi immediately turned around and ran to the back hall. Although it took a detour from there, at least it was better than meeting Mu Quyan.

Great, Wen Chi's footsteps slowed down, and his breathing and heartbeat gradually stabilized.

"Where are you going?"

A teasing voice suddenly sounded, this familiar voice is...

A white hand supported his shoulder from behind, and the hairs all over Wen Chi's body stood up, trembling as if he could barely move.

"I knew you would run away, so I waited for you here." A gorgeous face protruded from behind, and the voice of the devil was pulled away slowly like a bow and arrow, "If you are disobedient, don't blame me. "

Under the great fear, the scene in front of him gradually turned into black, only the enchanting and dangerous voice kept lingering in his ears.

……

headache.

It seemed that he had slept for a long time, his dizziness was so uncomfortable, it was very difficult to just raise his head, and he wanted to continue to sleep, but Wen Chi knew that if he continued to sleep, the consequences would be even more dire.

Mu Quyan hates people who pretend to be asleep to escape reality.

The head was so uncomfortable that I wanted to sit up on the bed with my hands, but suddenly found that my hands could not move. After struggling twice, I realized that my hands were tied to the bedposts by my tie.

Damn, why is it the same situation as last time.

Thinking angrily, suddenly a black shadow covered his body from above, and Wen Chi raised his head in panic.

Mu Quyan put his hands on the head of the bed, and the long hair around his ears fell on his face. The face that got closer and closer was as beautiful as a peach blossom, but his expression was terrifying like a ghost.

He said to himself: "You finally woke up, next time you should put less anesthetic, it's not good for your health, by the way, is your head still hurting?"

He stretched out his white and slender fingers and gently stroked Wen Chi's face. It was warm, soft and cold, his movements were gentle, and there were bursts of bone erosion sensations. Wen Chi didn't dare to move, and his whole body was numb from fright.

"Why do you put on such a frightened expression? Am I ugly? It scares you like this." He showed a charming smile, and the streamer rolled in his eyes like bright stars.

At this time, Wen Chi could only shake his head with a fearful expression, how dare he say no.

Mu Quyan's hand moved from his face to his neck, gently tugged at the collar, and unbuttoned a few buttons, revealing his beautifully shaped collarbone. He bent down and smiled happily like a wolf seeing its prey. , showing fine white teeth, nibbling gently, the sound of breathing patted Wen Chi's neck again and again, a burst of warm breath made the pores of his whole body stand up.

Wen Chi didn't dare to move, but wanted to stop him, so he reluctantly moved his hands and could only let him manipulate him.

He looked palely at Mu Quyan who had moved to his chest, his beautiful long black hair fell on his chest from both sides, itching, his lips and teeth kept licking and biting the red spot on his chest, The sound of breathing became more and more intense on his body.

As the movements became lower and lower, Wen Chi could no longer bear it and yelled: "Stop!"

Mu Quyan's movements froze, and a gorgeous smile formed at the corner of his mouth. He patted his head, shook his head and said with a smile, "Yeah, I almost forgot, you came here to get back your photo, yes wrong?"

He straightened up, turned around, took out a cowhide envelope from the drawer, approached slowly, and shook the envelope with a slight smile: "You want this, right?"

Wen Chi looked at Mu Quyan in horror, he nodded, he knew that Mu Quyan would not easily return the photo to him, and then let him go.

The picturesque man in front of him has long hair, charming eyes, and seductive demeanor, but what he does is completely contrary to his appearance. He smiles like a devil. He slowly opens the envelope and takes out the photo inside. , With a light wave of his hand, the photos flying all over the sky fell on the floor one after another, beside the bed, on Wen Chi's body, the filthy and embarrassing flesh in the photos stuck in Wen Chi's eyes like pinholes.

He couldn't bear it any longer, even if it was an insult, he didn't take it, not to mention that he had no grievances with this person in front of him, and Lin Miluo, whom he hated, had already been taken away, why would he do this? !

"Enough! Stop it! What the hell do you want?!"

He yelled hoarsely, pulling his bound hands vigorously, with an angry and sad expression, and shouted with a bit of despair.

There were a few red scars from the tight tie on the wrist, but he still refused to stop, as if he had to get rid of everything before he would give up.

Mu Quyan's face became gloomy, he put away his smile, his brows and eyes were gloomy, and he walked slowly towards the bedside step by step like a strange Satan.

Wen Chi looked in horror at Mu Quyan who was approaching step by step, and finally stopped struggling, like a trapped animal facing a catastrophe, a few crystal teardrops were forced out of the corners of his eyes, sobbing slightly again and again, his body curled up into a ball, The rosy skin loomed under the white shirt, weeping like a sweaty beast.

At this time, it seemed that time had also frozen, and the air collapsed into a string. Mu Quyan slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a slender snow-white body. He stretched out his hand to untie the hair rope, and his long black hair hung down to his waist, flowing like a waterfall. Underneath, it is even more radiant and charming to match the snow-white skin.

Mu Quyan climbed onto the bed expressionlessly, and gently stroked his body with both hands. His stern face was as cold as Shura's. Wen Chi felt that his breathing became more and more rapid, flowing from his lips with tension and fear. When he came out, his chest rose and fell again and again, the shirt slipped off, the smooth skin of the neck and collarbone became more and more alluring with wet sweat, and the unconcealable fair complexion and well-shaped body were gradually revealed.

Mu Quyan's long hair hung down his face, and his pink tongue was licking gently like a soft tentacle. He bit his lower lip, and turned his face aside as if forbearance, with a painful expression on his face, as if A wounded beast sobbed softly, adding a bit of sadism.

"dong dong dong"

A voice came from outside the door: "Qin Yifeng is here."

This voice was obviously the voice of Mu Quyan's subordinates.

Mu Quyan frowned, apparently hated being interrupted, but the reason for Qin Yifeng's arrival couldn't be more obvious. Qin Yifeng, who hadn't visited for 800 years, came to him, and it must be because of Lin Miluo.

Wen Chi froze with his face turned aside, Mr. Qin came, did Mr. Qin know Mu Quyan, did he know that Lin Miluo was framed by me so quickly, a series of questions popped up in his heart.

Mu Quyan got off the bed lightly, put on a shirt and shorts, brushed his smooth long hair with his hands, and with a smile on his face, he gently patted Wen Chi's stiff cheek with his hand, and said in a soft and charming voice: "No Sorry, I still have something to do, you wait here obediently, if you escape, those photos will appear in the newspaper the next day, I know the reporter of City Express very well, the negatives are here with me, don’t forget.”

"Look at him." Mu Quyan opened the door, ordered softly, paused for a while, and ordered again, as if worried: "Don't touch him."

"Yes." The tall man bowed his head respectfully.

Looking at the darkening night outside the window, Wen Chi felt sad.

When will this cage be opened to oneself.

……

Qin Yifeng sat on the sofa and waited anxiously, fidgeting impatiently thinking about what excessive demands Mu Quyan would make later.

After waiting for a while, Mu Quyan came down from upstairs, and his exquisite voice came from a distance, and he said coldly with a bit of self-deprecation: "I didn't expect you to come to my place, you Qin family, didn't you always treat me Was it a dirty foreign object?"

Qin Yifeng stiffened his hair in embarrassment and said, "That's my parents, I don't have one."

"Hmph." Mu Quyan walked down the stairs, sat on the sofa opposite Qin Yifeng, raised his slender legs, and said proudly, "When I left the Qin family, I didn't see you stop me. Back then when Lin Xin killed my mother, I didn't see you stopping her, but now if she asks me for something, she humbly behaves like a slave, just like your father."

Qin Yifeng pinched his thigh with his hands, and told himself that he must endure, otherwise Milo would not be saved.

Holding back his anger, he lowered his head and got to the point: "I hope you save Milo."

"Milo? Who is Milo? I don't know Milo." Mu Quyan raised his eyes, glanced at Qin Yifeng with disdain, and lowered his head to sip the tea in his cup.

Qin Yifeng clenched his hands, raised his voice, and said with a bit of humility, "Qu Yan, I'm your brother..."

"Brother?" Mu Quyan interrupted him with a disdainful nasal voice, "I don't have a brother."

In the past, mentioning Mu Quyan in the Qin family was like mentioning the filthiest thing in the world, not even the garbage of the Qin family. It's ridiculous to tear up this worthless relationship by yourself, and now use it to beg.

Mu Quyan clasped his palms with his fingers, stared angrily and said: I hate you people the most. You are self-righteous and use despicable happiness to create the illusion that you are a good person. I hate you. "

"And your Lin Miluo, it's really disgusting. I spoke to him in a low voice, but he actually rejected me, thinking he was Cinderella? He's really as cold-blooded and disgusting as you."

Mu Quyan stretched out his hand and knocked over a cup on the coffee table, with a "crash", the glass shattered all over the floor, piercing people with dazzling light.

Qin Yifeng bit his lower lip, his teeth were stained red with blood, and the smell of blood made him much more awake.

He lowered his proud head like an ear of wheat cut by a sickle, and said in a low voice, "Please, as long as you don't touch Milo, everything will be fine."

Give you. "

"As long as you let Milo go, tell me what you want, and I can give you anything."

Qin Yifeng pinched himself fiercely, his skin was blue and purple and his body was trembling, but his voice was calm and steady, and his determined eyes burst out from his eyes.

Although the father may kill himself for it.

But as long as Milo is safe and sound, all this is nothing.

Mu Quyan smiled, as if anticipating this scene, with a mocking smile in his eyes, he said lightly, "I want Qin Mu."

Qin Yifeng was stunned, and immediately shook his head resolutely and refused: "No, Qin Mu belongs to my father, and is the hard work of the Qin family, so it cannot be ruined by you."

"It turns out that you also think that I am not from the Qin family, and that I only destroy things." Mu Quyan hummed softly, and before Qin Yifeng could explain, he shook his head regretfully: "It turns out that in your heart, Lin Miluo The value of the mansion is not even worth the building, what a sad fact, then I have to send someone to the prison to take good care of him."

"No!" Qin Yifeng hurriedly stopped, and after calming down for a few seconds, he replied: "Okay, Qin Mu, you can take it, but although it appears to be mine, the real sovereignty still belongs to Dad. Dad's eyeliner is all over Qin Mu, and."

Qin Yifeng shook his head and said, "Qu Yan, you can't beat Dad."

Mu Quyan, who was silent for a few seconds, showed Yaozhi's smile, and said with a cheerful smile: "...Okay, then I don't want Qin Mu anymore."

Qin Yifeng was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Mu Quyan to let go so soon.

Mu Quyan showed a sly smile: "I want you."

Qin Yifeng was taken aback: "Me? What do you want me to do?"

Mu Quyan looked at his fingers and smiled viciously: "I want you to be my male prostitute for a month."

Qin Yifeng's eyes widened, he looked at Mu Quyan in disbelief, and was stunned: "What?"

Mu Quyan sneered with a hint of indifference: "Why, if you don't want to, then let's go, anyway, I don't lack you alone."

No, I can't go, if I give up, then Milo will...

Qin Yifeng gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "...I agree."