Rescue the Vicious Villain [Quick Transmigration]

That night, when Bai Yi and Zhang Li returned home, the moment the door closed, no one knew who was the first to take the initiative. Bai Yi felt himself drifting ups and downs in the fantasy sea of ​​consciousness. Her lips were never parted for a moment, this strong feeling of being needed and desired occupied all of Bai Yi's senses.

He didn't know what tomorrow would be like, and he didn't know what to do with the mission, so he let himself drift with the turbulent waves brought by Zhang Li.

At the last and highest peak, Bai Yi suddenly remembered what a friend said to him a long time ago after the first night: "You can feel his temperature, his lips and body, and you can feel it when it comes to sex. to infinite love."

Sex and love have always been inseparable, they are closely related and intertwined.

Bai Yi could feel Zhang Li's fiery body, feel the hot sweat on Zhang Li's body, and the sweat dripped on Bai Yi himself, blending with his own sweat.

Until everything dissipated, Bai Yi lay on the bed, the sheets under his body were already wet, he couldn't stop panting, and it was difficult for him to regain his strength.

The fire lit up in the darkness, and Zhang Li lit a cigarette for Bai Yi at the bedside.

Bai Yi sat up with his arms propped up on the bed, and was about to take it from Zhang Li's hand when he saw Zhang Li take a puff before handing him the cigarette.

Zhang Li still doesn't know how to smoke, the smoke stays in his mouth for a few seconds before being spit out.

Bai Yi smiled and said, "It's a good habit not to smoke."

Bai Yi wouldn't know that Zhang Li had smoked before, and he imitated Bai Yi's posture to smoke, but he never learned it.

He doesn't like alcohol, so he doesn't like cigarettes very much. In the memories Zhang Wu brought to him, apart from the smell of wine, there is the smell of cigarettes.

Zhang Li's subordinates never smoked in front of him.

It's just that this iron rule has no effect on Bai Yi. The tobacco smell on Bai Yi's body is the best aphrodisiac fragrance that Zhang Li has ever smelled.

When a person faces a specific person, all persistence is turned into smoke.

The flame of the cigarette butt flickered on and off, Bai Yi's hair was already wet, he was leaning on the bedside, there was still a lingering charm between his brows and eyes.

He didn't need to speak or make any expressions, he had already filled his whole body with sexiness.

This scene was engraved in Zhang Li's mind, deep in Zhang Li's soul.

He felt an indescribable sense of fullness, as if his soul had been satisfied at this moment, he sat by the bed and looked at Bai Yi quietly.

The indoor lights were not turned on, so he could only stare at Bai Yi with the faint moonlight shining in from the window.

Looking at the person he loves the most in his life.

He wanted to hold Bai Yi's hand and walk through this life.

They may be for trivial things, but it doesn't matter, he will back down.

They might also hug and kiss in the sun and travel the world.

Watch movies together, eat together, maybe when they get old, they will go to the hospital together.

Since they have no kids, they have no worries and can go wherever they want.

When they can no longer walk, they will live in nursing homes.

On the day of entering the coffin, they were still together. After death, their ashes were mixed together and buried together.

Zhang sternly bent down slowly, resting his forehead on Bai Yi's chest, then turned his head and put his ears on it, listening to Bai Yi's heartbeat.

Bai Yi laughed lowly, his chest was shaking, and his voice was hoarse: "Why, do you want to breastfeed?"

Zhang Li raised his head, and the eyes of the two met. The smoke burned too long, and the ash fell to the ground.

One of Bai Yi's arms was raised high to prevent the cigarette from burning Zhang Li, but the other hand was on Zhang Li's shoulder, and they kissed a lingering kiss under the moonlight.

Kisses range from tender to rough.

This dark night seemed to shield everything from the outside world, leaving only two people in love, and they repeated the most primitive movement in the world of love over and over again.

Hugs, kisses, lingering.

When the morning light came into the room, the room was in a mess.

Bai Yi had a strange feeling, which he had never felt before, as if another person had walked into his life.

A flower suddenly bloomed in that barren world.

Another person's body temperature, another person's strength.

He felt it so clearly.

Bai Yi didn't really fall asleep throughout the night. When he fell asleep, he would always be woken up by kisses. Zhang Li seemed to be looking for his lips all the time, like a thirsty person finally found water. He gently comforted Zhang Li, infinitely accept him.

In the early morning light, when the morning sun shone into the room, when Bai Yi opened his eyes, he saw Zhang Li's dark eyes.

I don't know whether Zhang Li got up too early or didn't sleep at all. The two of them were head to head, feeling so close. Bai Yi smiled at Zhang Li in the gentle morning light, then leaned over and gave Zhang Li a good morning. kiss.

Zhang Li stretched out his arms and wrapped them around Bai Yi's waist, closing the distance between them.

They were chest to chest, nose to nose.

Zhang Li looked at Bai Yi intently, his eyes were dark and deep, full of affection: "I'm very happy."

He has never been so happy, his chest is full of joy, and his heart hurts like being pinched by a big hand.

Bai Yi stroked Zhang Li's cheek and responded, "Me too."

Just when Zhang Li's hands started to behave irregularly, Bai Yi suddenly sat up, stepped on the floor with both feet, stood up straight, turned his back to the bed, and stretched under the morning light. You Qi showed that his waist and limbs were flexible, he turned his head and smiled sharply at Zhang: "I'll cook first, the plane at ten o'clock, don't be in a hurry."

Zhang Li also stood up: "I will help you."

Boyi sighed, and said in a doting tone, "I'm in charge of cooking, you're in charge of eating, and we work together."

It seems that there is a gurgling stream winding down, nourishing the dry heart.

Zhang Li's breathing stopped, he froze on the spot, he even forgot to breathe, it was not until Bai Yi left the room that he finally came back to his senses.

If this is a dream, Zhang Li thought expressionlessly.

Hope he never wakes up.

Bai Yi was making a sandwich and warmed up the milk. He was wearing a pair of shorts and an apron over his head. They bought it when they went shopping in the supermarket. On it were the heads of little bears. They looked naive and very cute. Bai Yi didn't feel any discomfort in his body. He had no research on this aspect, and he didn't know how talented he was.

The oil sizzled in the pan, and Bai Yi put down the sliced ​​bacon, frying the slices until slightly charred, and the smell of oil and meat filled the room.

Zhang Li was changing the sheets and quilt covers in the room - he really wanted to put away this set of sheets and put away the sheets that witnessed him and Bai Yi's first time.

But I am worried that the sheets will smell bad after the trip.

So he struggled for a few minutes before finally starting to change it, then throwing it into the washing machine, and then putting it in the dryer after washing.

They sat down and ate their first breakfast since their relationship changed.

Zhang Li didn't have any milk at hand, so Bai Yi raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong? Don't you like milk?"

Zhang Li picked up the cup, still took a sip, and said to Bai Yi, "I drank too much before."

He still remembers that Boyi once told him that he likes 1.9 meters.

He also said that if you want to grow taller, you need to drink more milk.

When he was in Myanmar, as long as he could buy it, he always drank milk like medicine.

He has indeed grown to the size Bai Yi likes.

He didn't care whether what Bai Yi said was true or not, as long as it was what Bai Yi said, he was willing to do it.

But in the end they failed to get on the booked plane, and Zhang Lilian, who was still quietly listening to Bai Yi's expectations for the island, changed his face when a phone call came from his subordinate.

Bai Yi felt bad subconsciously, and he asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Zhang Li held the mobile phone in his hand, his expression was in a trance, as if something incredible had happened.

"Zhang Wu had a car accident." Zhang Li smiled, but the smile was cruel and indifferent, but quickly restrained, "Both legs were amputated, and he will be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life."

Zhang Li's expression was indifferent, but his hand holding the phone tightly revealed his emotions at this time. The back of his hand was full of veins, and he didn't know how much effort he had used.

It was still Bai Yi who said, "Go to the hospital."

Zhang Li's feelings for Zhang Wu are extremely complicated. They used to depend on each other for life. At that time, even though Zhang Wu always beat and scolded him, he still had feelings for Zhang Wu.

That was his father after all, the closest person he had in this world.

But the family relationship was quickly wiped out.

His hatred for Zhang Wu was rooted in his blood, and the hatred fermented, turning everything beyond recognition.

Zhang Wu's life during this period was not very good. He didn't get money from Zhang Li, so he could only rely on begging for food to make ends meet. He is an old alcoholic, and alcohol is an indispensable thing in his life. His second life, so with the money he wants, he can only buy low-quality wine, which has a high alcohol content and hurts his throat.

This kind of wine is basically blended with alcohol, and it is very easy to get drunk after drinking it. After drinking, he ran on the expressway around the city and was run over by a truck.

Fortunately, the truck driver called the emergency call immediately, otherwise Zhang Wu's life would have been lost.

When Bai Yi knew about it, he even felt a little regretful.

It might be a good thing if Zhang Wu died in this car accident.

But Zhang Wu didn't die, instead he became troublesome.

The two drove to the hospital, and Zhang Wu had already woken up. He was furious at the medical staff in the ward, but because only his upper body could move, his spitting was powerless, but because it was too noisy, the medical staff And the patients in the same ward are all overwhelmed.

Zhang Li stood at the door of the ward and watched.

He suddenly discovered that Zhang Wu was already so old and so weak.

Zhang Wu's hair is mixed with black and white, his face is full of wrinkles, his arm muscles have long since disappeared, and the low-quality wine can't provide any nutrition for his body, so his cheeks are sunken, his eye sockets are black, and because of the car accident, there are still many rubbish on his body. mark.

Zhang Wu was still yelling at the nurse: "You son of a bitch, don't you know how to be gentle?!"

"Anything can go into the hospital!"

"Let me tell you, I have plenty of money, so don't fucking show me face!"

"My son is the big boss! I'm the big boss's father!"

"You treat me badly, so I will let my son smash the hospital for you!"

……

He was full of obscene language and reproductive organs. The young nurse's eyes were red from being scolded. She was still holding a urinal in her hand and stood there. Human dignity and instinct made her want to turn her head away immediately, but the nurse's Professionalism kept her from moving.

Just when the nurse didn't know what to do, a pair of hands suddenly appeared in front of her.

The young man smiled and said to her, "Give me something, and you can do your work."

The nurse hesitated, "You are?"

The man's voice was gentle, like a ray of breeze: "He is my uncle."

The nurse breathed a sigh of relief, handed him the urinal, and said in a low voice, "This is clean and new. He said no one else used it."

She didn't say that the urinal was thrown on her by Zhang Wu.

When the nurse left, she was still thinking about how such a person could have a relative like a man.

When she walked to the door, her eyes were attracted by the man standing at the door.

He was tall, with muscular arms, and he stood there quietly, as if he had become a statue, as motionless as a mountain.

But the emotions in his eyes were so complicated that people couldn't tell whether it was hatred or killing intent buried deep in his eyes.