The Boss Is in a Bad Mood Again

The smoke covered Zhou Yunshen's face. Han couldn't see his expression clearly, but he felt his sharp eyes breaking his skin, breaking his flesh and blood into his soul.

"Get out."

Zhou Yunshen did not hesitate to lift his feet to leave. Han also heard the boy's charming voice in his ear.

"Mr. Zhou, you should be light..."

"It hurts..."

Delicate fluttering, like the dew on the lotus leaf, petite and pitiful.

When the Marquis of song broke in, Han also happened to go out. Their eyes were on each other. There was only a boy's voice in his ear. It seemed that the feather trembled and crossed his heart, stirring up the evil fire.

Song Hou understood and chuckled. He was no longer in trouble. Han also turned to leave. He knew that the people behind him were close to collapse and could be broken into ice debris without his hands.

The Marquis of Song Dynasty seems to be getting more and more interesting. Every time Zhou Yunshen is present, he must bring Han Yi with him. He is insulting Han Yi and also insulting Zhou Yunshen. In front of the public, he asks Han Yi to polish his shoes and let Han stand. Before he sits down, he kicks his stool and makes him fall to the ground These seemingly childish tricks used in adulthood are naked humiliation, like his plaything, a humble little pet.

Especially now, Han is also standing in the position. He is the film emperor standing in the light of thousands of feet. There are countless fans and fans. The people who pay attention to him in the light of the lights are just the playthings in his hands, which are the laughingstock of these people.

Zhou Yunshen used to be a treasure to Han Yi. At this time, he hit him hard in the face. Your palm treasure, in my eyes, like dirt.

The Song Emperor also tasted the middle-aged man's stomach, but I didn't drink too much urine? We have such a strong relationship. How about giving me a night's play? I'll send you back tomorrow

The Marquis of Song Dynasty looked up at Han Yi, who was also staring at the middle-aged man, who was a powerful political figure. There was only one circle in the Mediterranean Sea that seemed to have had paraquat's sparse hair all over his face, and a pair of small eyes were obscene in Han Yi's body, as if he had stripped his clothes in public.

The people in this room are talking and talking. It seems that they didn't pay attention to their conversation. In fact, they couldn't keep their eyes on this side, and their ears were higher than rabbits.

Only Zhou Yunshen's eyes only paced back and forth on the dishes, as if he didn't hear the dirty words.

Han Yi's lips turned white. I don't know whether it was the request or Zhou Yunshen's indifference. The Marquis of the Song Dynasty gazed at Han Yi for a moment, as if he wanted to understand something. He chuckled, "well, since all my words are open, how can I be stingy?"

He raised his hand and patted Han Yi on the shoulder, "serve brother Huang well, just like you serve me. Remember to shout more coquettish in bed, ha ha ha!"

He laughed, and so did the people on the table.

What movie stars and movie stars are no different from ducks here. After climbing one person's bed, you can't help the rest of the bed.

Han Yi's neck is stiff, his eyes are level with theirs, and he refuses to lower his head. At this moment, he is weak, and the obscene sound of teasing breaks into his ears. He smiles suddenly. On the dirty wine table, in the air interwoven with desires, it is like the spring breeze blowing, and the flowers all over the city are beautiful and pure, charming and amorous. The light in his eyes is like willow silk, which binds people's heart He waves around.

"Well, brother Huang, I'll go with you," he said. His lips were red and his teeth were white. "Tonight, I'm yours."

"My mother

Huang Ge's wine glass trembled and spilled wine. His eyes were straight, "go, follow me now! Mr. Song, you are so generous to give me an unforgettable night! "

He hurriedly pulled Han Yi out of the room, and burst into laughter. His greasy hand touched the tip of Han Yi's chin and said, "honey, you're really hooked."

Han also sneered, "is it?"

"Yeah, yeah, I've never seen someone like you..."

Han also looked up at the lights in the corridor and squinted slightly, "let's go."

When the elevator went up to the top floor, the door opened and he quickly undressed and touched Han Yi's face. Han did not refuse or cater.

"I know you don't want to," Huang said, "but you see, the son of song Hou doesn't care about you, doesn't he? You see, I will give you to me at will, or you will follow me in the future. I will hold you like him, make you angry, and make you make money... "

When his trousers were taken off, he leaned over, and his stomach was against Han Yi. His frown, which he hated, was wide.

"Give me one."

"Brother Huang, go to bed."

Han also has a soft and charming voice. Hearing people's soft, brother Huang said with a smile: "good, good, all listen to you, you see, you say a word, listen to my bones crisp."

The door was knocked open just as he climbed into bed. A man came in with a cigarette in his hand. His eyebrows were carved like a knife. Zhou Yunshen glanced at him. The middle-aged fat meat of white flowers looked at him on the bed. Han Yi's clothes were half untied and his eyes were lazy.

"Get out."

"Hey, Zhou Yunshen, you..."Brother Huang stopped talking. He saw the black muzzle facing him. He swallowed his saliva and said that Zhou Yunshen could not bear it. He was a fierce tiger, and there was a tiger behind him. If he provoked him, he would lead to another one. The bloodthirsty tiger would not stop if he did not tear human flesh.

Huang Ge ran out without even wearing his face and clothes. It was very ironic in contrast to the previous situation.

In the room, Zhou Yunshen and Han also looked at each other. They didn't speak. Han also looked at him. He was careful as if he was missing something. He was also very careful not to touch something that could not be touched.

"Follow me from now on."

Han also picked eyebrows, Zhou Yun deeply ground out the cigarette end, exhaled the ring of smoke, his face became fuzzy, "the debt of the forest, you have to pay back."

This sentence is like a heavy hammer to blow him into the abyss, freezing cold.

Han didn't know what way Zhou Yunshen took him away from the Marquis of Song Dynasty. He only knew that the Marquis of Song Dynasty came to make trouble once. He was listening upstairs and smashing something below. The Marquis of song scolded him. However, Zhou Yunshen's voice was always cold. Compared with the hairiness of Marquis song, he looked like an adult and a child.

"Zhou Yunshen, don't forget that he is my man! He used to follow me, and he has followed me in the past two years. You haven't worn enough of my old shoes? "

"I didn't tell you that time," he said with vengeance, "that he climbed into my bed and let me deal with you! He had sex with me when he was in my house! He just wants to climb up. You and I are just stepping stones to him

"Oh," Zhou Yun said faintly, "thank you very much."

"Since you have told me so much, I will tell you," Zhou Yunshen finally looked up at him. "Our accounts are going to be settled."

"Clean your neck," he said, "my brother is waiting for you under the nine springs."