Evil Hero

When Zhang Yang helped Song Jiajia, who was staggering and walking crookedly, out of the Xingye Bar, it was already past one in the morning. The capital is really a city that never sleeps. There are too many people who like to stay up all night, and most of them are stunning women.

In the second half of the drinking, the young women named Weiwei and Bingbing also showed up, and there were two or three men following them. They were obviously arrogant guys, and Zhang Yang dismissed them directly in the karaoke bar, but Xingye added a few more bottles of white wine and five or six boxes of beer.

No one knows how much they drank, but when they left, Zhang Yang was the only one who was awake. The rest of the people fell asleep on the sofa in the karaoke bar, and they couldn't be woken up even if they were called.

The only exception was the girl named Song Jiajia in his arms. It was not known whether this girl could really drink or had certain skills to avoid alcohol. Anyway, when Zhang Yang was about to leave, she staggered and entangled herself with him, almost hanging on Zhang Yang's body, insisting that Zhang Yang take her home.

Now that they were out of the bar, Zhang Yang thought, "Where is your home?" But Song Jiajia was hanging on Zhang Yang's body limply. He asked three or four times in a row, but he couldn't hear what she said. Helplessly, Zhang Yang had to take her back to Feiyang Hotel. Perhaps she was used to this kind of thing, the girl on duty at the front desk opened her eyes wide and watched Zhang Yang help Song Jiajia come in, but she didn't see it at all. She didn't even ask and let Zhang Yang take Song Jiajia to the elevator.

Fortunately, I wore the hairpin when I came here. If I use my ID card to check in now, the staff of Feiyang Hotel will know that their boss brought a girl to stay overnight before the next day.

Zhang Yang took the room card and opened the door of the VIP suite. He sent Song Jiajia into the guest room and slowly put her on the bed. After thinking for a while, he took off her shoes for her. Looking at Song Jiajia's tender, pink, white and rosy feet with blue veins, Zhang Yang felt that all the bones in his body were loose, and a ball of heat suddenly rushed up from his lower abdomen.

Alas, what a tempting little goblin.

Zhang Yang didn't have the courage to look any further, and turned around to leave the room. But he didn't know that his clothes were caught by something. Turning back, he saw Song Jiajia's eyes bright when she woke up.

"Don't you say I'm not beautiful? Why don't you even want to look at me more?" The little beauty half lying on the bed asked tenderly with a breath of orchid.

What's the connection? Really, what's the relationship between you and me? Why should I look at you? Zhang Yang was nervous for no reason. It turned out that Song Jiajia's little hand had slipped into his T-shirt along the hem of his clothes.

"I felt that I had seen you at the airport, but I just couldn't remember where I saw you. Maybe we really haven't met. Do you think this is fate?" Song Jiajia's salesman gently caressed Zhang Yang's chest, and her body was tightly pressed against Zhang Yang's back. Her ears were filled with her gentle panting.

"I'm not Liu Xiahui, I can't resist your temptation, right?" Zhang Yang turned slowly, staring at Song Jiajia's beautiful face with bright eyes: "If you do this again, I will eat you."

"Humph, a guy with a thief's heart but no thief's courage, who is afraid of who?" Song Jiajia said, her little hand had climbed up the protrusion on Zhang Yang's chest, and rubbed it hard, and then giggled softly.

She smiled beautifully, with a mouthful of white teeth slightly open, and her pink little tongue deliberately stuck out half of it, licking her upper lip, and then quickly retracting it.

Seeing his extremely tempting action, Zhang Yang could no longer bear it, raised his hand, gently lifted Song Jiajia's hair, and kissed her little mouth with a "chi". Feeling the softness of the little mouth spreading on his lips, a sweet taste went all the way along his lips to Zhang Yang's heart.

Zhang Yang lowered his head, pressed his lips hard on Song Jiajia's delicate and charming cherry lips, and kissed back and forth several times, the more he kissed, the harder he kissed. As the two people got closer and closer, Zhang Yang's hands were around her back, slowly rolling up her skirt, and the thin gauze skirt was rolled up to Song Jiajia's armpits. Song Jiajia's chaotic breathing made her chest shake up and down, which made people think of the scene when peaches were ripe and the fruits were about to fall.

At the same time, Zhang Yang's other hand slowly moved down, pulling Song Jiajia's black lace panties down along her snow-white buttocks to the knees, and the snow-white little buttocks were finally completely exposed.

When Zhang Yang's big hand reached between her tightly closed legs, Zhang Yang clearly felt the slight trembling of the towering breasts on her chest. As Zhang Yang's right hand touched her bra, the trembling was also transmitted to Zhang Yang's hand. Now Zhang Yang has practiced the action of untying this object very familiarly.

"Jia Jia, you are so beautiful here." Zhang Yang sincerely admired the snow-white breasts that had just been freed from the restraints. Song Jiajia cooperated with the movements of Zhang Yang's hands very lightly and said "hmm...hmm..." twice. Song Jiajia's body is very white, the kind of snow-white like mutton-fat jade, and her legs are slender. Among Zhang Yang's women, only Li Namin's legs can compare with hers.

Thinking that the girl in front of him was Qin Jianchao's son, Zhang Yang's consciousness paused for a moment. However, following Song Jiajia's dreamy words, when her hands reached into Zhang Yang's lower body, Zhang Yang could no longer find the east, west, north, and south.

Subconsciously, he turned Song Jiajia's body so that her hands pushed against the wall, and her butt naturally tilted up. Zhang Yang had already taken off her underwear and hung it on her left ankle along her smooth body. The legs are soft and elastic, assuming a figure-eight posture. Sweat remains on the white skin, and the transparent fine hairs adsorb the skin, which is really dazzling. "Hmm... don't touch it - other people's... ah..." Song Jiajia's charming and sweet voice made Zhang Yang's penis stand up like a fever. From behind her she could just see the bright petals of the dense forest between her white thighs. Zhang Yang disarmed himself with three or two strokes, and the strong blood in his lower body was filled with anger. He held the snow-white butt tightly with both hands. As he leaned forward, Xiao Zhang Yang had already entered the forest and stretched out her small petals. . "Ah..." As Song Jiajia let out a shrill scream, her butt twisted, as if she wanted to get rid of Zhang Yang's thick intrusion. How could Zhang Yang give him this chance? He tightly held her slender waist with both hands and slammed into the depths of her petals - impact - with this cracking impact, Song Jiajia was like a wild beast. A scream sounded in the room. Her eyes were bloodshot and there were tears on her lips. Her hair kept swaying from side to side as her body twisted, which further enhanced Zhang Yang's aggressive madness. Slowly, the shrill screams turned into delicate moans. Song Jiajia no longer knew how many times she had flown into the sky and then fallen to the ground.

The song ended, and when Zhang Yang finally burst out in excitement, looking at Song Jiajia, who was exhausted and only panting violently, she regained her rationality and calmness. Song Jiajia slowly turned back, stared at Zhang Yang with gentle eyes, and slowly gasped: "Why are you like a hungry wolf——"

Zhang Yang felt the warmth in her depths and laughed softly: "This is the consequence of seducing me. Okay, take a bath and go to bed." After saying that, he pulled out his clone, but couldn't help but stare at Song Jiajia. There was a startle between the legs: "You, how can this be your first time?"

Song Jiajia glared at Zhang Yang fiercely, but finally had no strength to turn over and sit up. She just gritted her teeth and said, "What do you mean?"

"I-I-" Zhang Yang hugged her from behind, slowly helped her turn over, and held Song Jiajia in his arms: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

"Humph, is there a difference between intentionality and non-intentional intention? It's not all like this." Song Jiajia lazily let Zhang Yang hug her, pressed her body tightly against Zhang Yang's body, and sighed softly: "I really don't blame you. I asked for this myself. Today, that person's father is ill. He wants me to marry her, saying that his father wants to have a grandson, otherwise he will die without losing his sight. I am in his eyes It’s just a machine that can give birth.”

Zhang Yang knew who the person she was talking about could only hug her tightly and whisper in her ear: "I won't let anyone bully you."

"You?" Song Jiajia gently raised her eyes and glanced at the man next to her: "You don't have the ability, forget it, let's not talk about this, tomorrow we will be the same as before, none of us owe anyone anything."

Zhang Yang stretched out his hand and pulled her to his chest, stared at her and asked: "Why, you don't believe in my ability?" Song Jiajia stretched out her white fingers, rubbed Zhang Yang's face, and laughed softly: "Everyone I’ve said it all, men can’t stand the stimulation, geez, I want to do it again, but this time I want to be on top.” As she said that, Song Jiajia had already started to sit up.

Zhang Yang smiled bitterly and held her down: "Stop messing around, your body can't bear it." As he said that, he held her in his arms again. He kissed her gently on the lips: "Go to sleep. Let's take a shower when you wake up. Your body needs to rest now."

He himself knew how powerful his fighting power was. Normally, two or three people would take turns taking responsibility for him. Unexpectedly, Song Jiajia could bear all his passion alone today. He knew with his toes that this girl was now How tired I am.

Alas, this is all the result of a misunderstanding. One of the two people was eager to hand over his body in order to get revenge on the man who treated him as a child-birth machine. Another man, Ma Zi, who knew that the other party was an enemy, tried his best with the idea of ​​mischief, thinking of giving the guy a big cuckold. Who knew that Song Jiajia was welcoming guests today, and how disgusting it would be for the guests? At this time, he was already exhausted physically and mentally, and soon fell asleep in Zhang Yang's arms.

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