Quietly giving birth to a cub to amaze his father

Something was wrong with Cong Ru, He Songyu was the first to find out, the pig trough was just dirty and smelly, it was an insult to a man, but definitely not to the extent that a man would be afraid to faint.

Li Hui followed behind He Songyu, watched the doctor and nurse arrive, and checked Cong Ru's eyelids.

"This man's psychology is too fragile. You haven't collapsed after being wronged so much. He's going to die now. Isn't he a man?"

He Songyu turned his head sideways and said, "Li Hui."

"Do you want to pick shit?"

Li Hui knelt down begging for mercy, "I was wrong, I shouldn't talk nonsense, don't send me to the countryside to pick up dung, I can't bear this grievance."

He Songyu glanced at him coldly, and said ruthlessly: "Go, pick up dung for three days and come back."

Li Hui: "..." He said something wrong, why should he be punished like this!

Later, Li Hui kept his mouth shut and acted like a mute. He was afraid that if he talked again, his boss would turn three days into three years. At that time, he would still have the position of Manager Li by the boss's side?

It was all the blame on the gigolo, and Li Hui blamed the responsibility for his punishment on Cong Ru, who had his eyes closed and passed out with a pale face.

He was much quieter than when he was awake, and He Songyu focused more on his face. Looking carefully, Cong Ru's eyelashes were like a small brush, black and long, with a straight nose and thin lips. The underside is thick, and the wet soft hair on the forehead is softly attached to the forehead.

It's like a wild child running in the fields in the countryside. After being tired, he falls asleep with a reckless and reckless body. He is crazy and not well behaved.

When He Songyu realized that he was paying too much attention to Cong Ru's face, he turned his eyes away, glanced at the doctor and the others, and told Li Hui before leaving, "Stay here and deal with it directly if you have anything to do."

Of course Li Hui was unwilling to guard the useless gigolo.

"..."

The moon in the middle of the night is always ashamed to show its face in the night sky of the city. The cool wind blows in and sweeps the cigarette between He Songyu's fingers, and the smoke instantly sways and disperses.

He was leaning against the window, the computer on the desk was still lit with blue light, and the small corner was placed on the window on the ground floor, showing the scene in a room.

Li Hui sent the doctor away and came up to report the situation to He Songyu.

"Allergies to pigs—what kind of strange disease do you think it is? Afraid of pigs, how can a man faint because of being so afraid of pigs?" Li Hui fanned the air in disgust, "How does Miss Qi's eyesight work?" It's done, this kind of man can fall in love with him, it's really ridiculous."

After seeing He Songyu lift the finger holding the cigarette, Li Hui hurriedly stretched out his hand to show his palm, "Give it to me, and I'll throw it away."

He Songyu, who had stubbed out the cigarette butt, gave him a cold look, and put the remaining cigarette butt in Li Hui's hand.

"I'm allergic to pigs," he said calmly, "What did the doctor say?"

Li Hui said with pride and embarrassment: "I took it. Before the gigolo passed out, he just took a bath in the butcher's trough. The doctor said that it might be related to this experience, which caused him serious injuries. Serious psychological shadow."

He Songyu didn't correct what he called Cong Ru "dancing boy". He didn't care about it, and he didn't care what Li Hui told him about Cong Ru's strange psychological disease that the doctor said.

"When will he wake up?"

There are many wild ginger flowers planted outside the single-family villa here. When the night wind blows, there will be a burst of flower fragrance. He Songyu feels the strength of the evening wind blowing across his cheeks, puts his hand on the window sill, and knocks lightly. knock.

Li Hui said: "... let him wake up naturally, or force him to wake up."

He Songyu said coldly: "Do you think he is a retired soldier wielding knives and guns in the training camp? When he wakes up by himself, I will hear Qi Luwei's whereabouts from him."

Li Hui felt that the boss is humane, he has been raped for a year, and he can still treat the adulterer so kindly, if he were, he would never let the adulterer sleep well.

He completely forgot that it was He Songyu, the benevolent devil boss in his heart, who caused Cong Ru to faint.

But Li Hui recalled how Cong Ru was on the bed when he came out, "I'm afraid it won't be so easy to wake up for a while..."

He was right, Cong Ru slept like a dead.

One night passed and he didn't wake up, and the next night he started crying in bed.

It was the sad cry in sleep.

It is impossible for Li Hui and Zhou Yang to stay in the room and guard Cong Ru all the time. They don’t know where they are. He Songyu just got off an online meeting, and the water in the study has been drunk. , He passed by here as he was about to go upstairs.

The door was slightly open, and the crying inside caused He Songyu, who was holding a water glass, to walk over and stand at the dark door for a long time.

He frowned slightly with his thick eyebrows, as if he didn't expect that a big man could cry more than a woman. The sadness in him seemed to have been wronged for a hundred and eight years. If there was a woman here, it would have been for him. The stock is heartbroken.

Unfortunately, there is only He Songyu outside the door.

He pushed the door open and entered, the dark room lit up instantly, the people on the bed were beyond his imagination, He Songyu glanced at the quilt half kicked to the ground with a slumped face, a rare feeling of nosy regret and mood.

Cong Ru's straight and slender legs were exposed, the bedding was half covered, and his beautiful waistline was clearly visible. His crying posture was very similar to that of a difficult child.

It seems that because He Songyu turned on the light, he crossed his hands over his eyes, covering half of his face, the muscles on his neck were choked up, and his Adam's apple kept pulling up and down like a twitch.

There is no part of him that is not full of the beauty of a male body. He Songyu's gaze falls from Cong Ru's tear-stained face and Adam's apple to his chest, then to his waist and long legs.

His expression was unpredictable, his lips were pursed into a line, and he realized it very badly.There is an urge to do violence to him.

And the one lying on the bed was a handsome man with obvious features, not showing any femininity, and even had firm and distinct eyebrows and eyes.

He Songyu's eyelids rolled down, and with an inexplicable mood, he simply threw away Cong Ru's hand, holding the cup with the other hand, turned and left with a cold and disgusted expression.

Walking, unable to walk, the crying gradually subsided, Cong Ru, who was not too awake, hugged He Songyu's waist from behind, and the quilt on the bed finally slipped off at the last moment.

He Songyu's eyes were full of coldness, and he turned his head to face a handsome face whose eyes were red from crying. His facial features were handsome, and the pores of his skin were not thick when viewed from a close distance, but rather delicate. The next second he scolded, "Get lost."

And Cong Ru opened her hazy and wet eyes, probably not really awake yet.

Feeling something pressing against him, He Songyu's brows twitched, Yu Guang just wanted to glance down, just got very close to the aggrieved handsome face, and directly covered it.

The glass in He Songyu's hand made a sound of shattering, and the moment Cong Ru's lips kissed him, he crushed the water glass, and the air gradually filled with the smell of blood.

It didn't affect the crazy Cong Ru, he seemed to regard He Songyu as a woman, like a fish about to die of thirst, trying to draw water from He Songyu's mouth.

On the one hand, his hand touched He Songyu's clothes, and touched the neckline hesitantly. When he encountered obstacles, his hazy and moist eyes revealed slight doubts and confusion.

The other party didn't have the soft touch he was used to, nor did he give a warm and moving response. The smell on the clothes was a faint scent of smoked. He sniffed it, and it was somewhat different from the smell of perfume.

But who cares so much, Cong Ru didn't realize that the man he harassed had turned pale at this time.When Cong Ru's lips came close, He Songyu's mind wandered. The mouth, which was thin at the top and thick at the bottom, with slightly raised lips, was surprisingly soft.

Expected to be kissed by a man, the familiar nausea of ​​prying his lips and tongue did not appear, He Songyu could clearly feel and understand that the one kissing his mouth was a purebred man.

He grabbed Cong Ru's hand, and the other party kept resisting and struggling as if he was sick. The blood on He Songyu's hand was still bleeding, and the smell of blood accelerated his senses.

At the same time, because of Cong Ru's disobedience, and her attitude of trying to harass him and mistook him for a woman aroused a little anger, "That's enough, wake me up."

He grabbed Cong Ru's hair and forced him to stop and look at him temporarily. His body seemed to be wrong, and Cong Ru, who was eager for something, wanted to continue rubbing on He Songyu's body. "Do you want to die?" He Songyu asked in a deep voice.

Cong Ru was delirious, no matter what he asked, he was as agile as a cheetah at this time, as expected of his quick reflexes in dancing all the year round, he rolled over and controlled him on the bed when He Songyu was slightly taken aback.

At that moment, the violent blood in He Songyu's heart, like a provocative lion, grabbed Cong Ru's hair, bent his knees and hit Cong Ru's waist hard, causing him pain, and at the same time turned over and suppressed him with his backhand, angrily Coming up, during the entanglement with Cong Ru, his breath was also slightly heavy.

His wounded, crushed quilt, bloody hand touched Cong Ru's face, and then strangled his throat. He didn't look normal at this time, but his tone became light, "I think you are I really want to court death."

It is easy for He Songyu to strangle Cong Ru to death at this time. He has a special status, and his strength is not at the same level as Cong Ru. Even ten Cong Ru can't match the strength of He Songyu. Owner of Veterans Security Company.

Cong Ru had a hard time breathing, irrationally, in order to make himself feel better, he used his extremely flexible body to bend into a shrimp shape, even to survive when He Songyu strangled his neck.

He took the initiative to approach him, hugged He Songyu's neck, and hung his long legs around his waist.Cong Ruqin's He Songyu's face was full of saliva.

Li Hui, who stopped at the door, stared at this scene dumbfounded, as if a duck egg was stuffed in his mouth, he stared at his boss' death, his eyes flustered between the naked Cong Ru and He Songyu, back and forth nervously sweeping.

He seemed to be so shocked that he lost his voice, unable to say specific words, he could only ask for help and looked at Zhou Yang, who was retreating silently, with a strong desire to survive, "Aba, aba, aba... Aba!"

Their boss looked at them now, it was as cold as three feet of ice.