The Boss Is in a Bad Mood Again

what are you doing?

Before a few words were sent out, the mobile phone was taken away. Han Yi's heart sank. Looking up at the cynical face of marquis song, he took a cigarette and looked at the news of Han Yi and Zhou Yun's deep hair and sneered: "are you really a lover?"

"A living rat in an underground pipe."

"Give me back the phone."

Song Hou sneered, raised his hand high and fell down. The screen broke and the light went out.

"What are you doing?"

Han Yiqiang resisted his anger. At this time, Han Yiqiang took three battles, one punch to the Marquis of Song Dynasty. The Marquis of Song Dynasty held out his hand and took han to his arms.

Han Yi was not willing to let his plot succeed. He kicked him with one foot, and the Marquis of song made a mistake. At the same time, Han also punched him with the other hand and hit him right in the face.

However, the Marquis of the Song Dynasty ignored that he had been beaten. Instead, he took advantage of Han Yi's hand to confiscate it and pushed Han down on the wall.

"Get out of here."

"He means to think, I just get out of here?"

Song Hou Qi pinched Han Yi's chin with one hand, which was so strong that he almost crushed his chin. "I'm here to tell you that the facts will prove that your choice is wrong. Han Yi, Zhou Yunshen you chose used to be a dog struggling to survive in the stinky water area. Now he is still a dog in his clothes! You will see that your choice is wrong. "

"I will be the only one you should choose in your life!"

With his back against the cold wall, Han was hit by the angry Marquis song and his back hurt.

"You will see you, Han, in this world, only I can rely on, only the Song family can give you shelter, you can believe that only I, the Marquis of song, can love. Zhou Yunshen is just a dog scum! "

"Shut up

Han Yimeng broke away from the control of the Marquis of Song Dynasty with a fist. They fought together in the stairwell. The neckline of Han Yi's shirt was torn off, revealing a small half of his chest. His slender neck was exposed in front of Han Yi. His white skin made his throat dry. He did not care about Han Yi's fists, so he bowed his head and kissed him.

It's like being bitten by tens of thousands of ants. The pain is intended to aggravate. He wants to leave a kiss mark!

Han is also anxious, the heart suddenly flustered, this week cloud deep come back if see not crazy?

Dust raised countless in the body of two people, at this time, there are footsteps upstairs, it is the people who go downstairs!

"Brother Han!"

When Yang Ming's voice came, Han Yixin said happily, "Yang Ming!"

Yang Ming rushed down three steps and one step at a time, swung his fist and attacked the Marquis of Song Dynasty. The two people's siege, where the Marquis of Song Dynasty can't resist, ran downstairs in confusion.

Han also helped han to stand up and scolded his mother. The Marquis of Song Dynasty was a madman!

"How are you, brother Han? Do you want to go to the hospital? "

"It's OK."

Han also leans against the wall, "does Jingyun sleep?"

"Not yet. It's estimated that it will take about an hour. Brother Han, are you going back now?"

Han also wry smile, "such a body or wait for Jing Yun to sleep again, he is also big, not easy to fool, don't frighten the child."

"Go to my house."

Yang Ming said, "it's not far from here."

Han also nodded, and Yang Ming's eyes fell on his neck. The white skin and tanghong's kiss marks were very obvious. He could not help reaching out to help Han Yi pull his clothes and said, "let's go, brother Han."

Yang Ming now has a car, is the company's, half new old big Ben.

It's about ten minutes' drive to the old residential building. The furnishings in the open door house on the third floor are very simple. There are not many things to clean up.

Yang Ming found a suit of clothes for him. Han also went to the bathroom to take a bath and changed his clothes. His hair was still dripping with water. Yang Mingshi handed over a towel.

People fell into the soft sofa, Yang Ming handed a cigarette, Han also lit a cigarette, smoked hard, closed his eyes, after a long time asked: "you don't ask me what?"

"Han said what he wanted to say. If he didn't, I wouldn't ask more."

Han also said with a smile: "only you can speak so well. If you are Zhou Yunshen, it's strange that you don't break the casserole."

Hearing Zhou Yunshen's name, Yang Ming's expression on his face was stagnant, "Han Ge, are you sure Zhou Yunshen can protect you?"

"I don't need people to protect me," said the man with smoke

"Brother Han, you know what I mean. I don't mean whether you need protection or not, but Is he really right for you Yang Ming summoned up his courage and said, "I have also checked who Zhou Yunshen is. He lives a life of licking blood at the edge of a knife, which is not suitable for brother Han. If you follow him, you will be in danger sooner or later. In case he is arrested one day, you will have to be alone."

"Then wait till that day."

After that, Han also seems to think that this is too cold for Yang Ming who cares about him. He eased his way of speech: "you can rest assured, I'm ok."

"Yang Ming, you don't understand me and him. We have known each other since we were young. It is not easy to meet again in our life. Don't say it's dangerous. Even if it's a mountain, I'd like to go with him. "There is someone in the world that you don't want to let go as soon as you meet. Even if you know that the road ahead is full of twists and turns, you are willing to accompany him, even if it is death.

Yang Ming heard a bitter smile, but the brightness of the room made him feel as if he was in the dark and could not find any light.

The domineering smell of cigarettes filled the whole room. Yang Ming felt the whole room and its depression. He opened his lips and said, "brother Han, I'll cook something for you to pad your stomach."

Han also felt tired and flustered. With a light "um" sound, Yang Ming went to the kitchen to be busy. After he finished smoking a cigarette, he closed his eyes and leaned back.

The wound he left when he wrestled with Marquis song is burning. He is more concerned about the traces left by Marquis song on his body. Zhou Yunshen should not come back at this time?

Zhou Yunshen is left behind to guard the downstairs of his house. Why can the Marquis of song always appear in front of him?

The Marquis of Song Dynasty and Marquis of Song family are like hungry ghosts, which make him feel cold at first sight.

When he first met Zhou Yunshen, he wanted to leave city a, but now he's getting deeper and deeper. Old friends come on stage one by one. He can't resist, but he's not willing to leave Zhou Yunshen. He's already grown with his flesh and his bones. Once separated, it's not only bloody?

Yang Ming made noodles with scallion oil, but Han fell asleep on the sofa.

Fan like eyelashes cast a shadow on the eyelids, washed the hair without blowing more and more black, lining his skin more and more white.

Han has always been thin, like a green bamboo.

Yang Ming turned to his side and put the bowl down. He looked at Han Yi carefully. He liked Han all the time, not just because he hated him. He helped him. Even after he knew he was a homosexual, he didn't feel disgusted. When he thought about the days when he was sleeping with him, he felt happy and his heart was burning.