151 Pretending to be ignorant is the most annoying thing
But as soon as he saw the door, it was slowly pushed open. He was so shocked that he forgot to struggle. Yang Ye was still pressing Zhong Ping with his mouth open, carefully studying where he could nibble and where he couldn't nibble.
, I heard a surprised voice: "What are you!?"
Zhong Ping felt that it would be better to be bitten. This time the real owner came in and caught him directly!
"Maomao? I'm not practicing..." Yang Ye didn't have three hundred taels of silver here.
Zhong Ping was completely on the verge of tears. Although what he was practicing sounded quite neutral, the current position was not neutral at all! Can you let him go! Then practice as much as you like!?
He didn't need to worry for too long. Yang Yuwen almost rushed to Yang Ye with an expression of disbelief and pulled Yang Ye up from him. Looking at the situation, he was angry... If not
When he was angry, he ate five hundred longan cores!
"What on earth are you doing!?" Yang Yuwen was obviously so angry that he couldn't hold his tongue straight, so he said "what are you doing" instead of "what are you doing".
Yang Ye also planned to keep his practice a secret from his family, Maomao, and looked diagonally upward: "I didn't do anything!"
Yang Yuwen glared at Zhong Ping, making Zhong Ping lie down obediently after he had just gotten up. Then he continued to interrogate Yang Ye: "What on earth do you think? You just brought people into your room.
For doing this!?"
Yang Ye also felt aggrieved: "I haven't accomplished anything yet!"
These words made Yang Yuwen so angry that he stared and said nothing for a long time. Then he found two rattan chairs arranged side by side like a simple home theater and a coffee table in front, with a plugged-in notebook on top.
There must be something wrong with this! Yang Yuwen temporarily let Yang Ye go and strode to the computer. Only after seeing the screen inside did he notice the sound coming from it.
He hasn't been angry for a long time. It would be better to say that he has always been tolerant and generous to Yang Ye. But today, no one can tolerate this situation! So his tone changed, he pointed at the computer and asked: "Where did this come from?
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Yang Ye felt that something bad was going to happen, so he silently pointed at Zhong Ping: "He did it."
Zhong Ping lay there and almost vomited three liters of blood. Can you let him go? He is absolutely innocent!! Look at those innocent eyes! He was almost raped just now and now he is being wrongfully accused of pretending to be innocent! Doesn't he deserve a loss?
!
"Do you know he is still a child!" Yang Yuwen pointed the finger at Zhong Ping and looked at him in disbelief.
Yang Ye probably also felt that he had a lot of responsibility, so he pulled his own Maomao and defended in a low voice: "Actually, I asked him to help me do it. Don't get angry and calm down." After saying that, he pulled Yang Yuwen to face him.
I sat down next to the chair where I was still humming my computer.
He really needed to calm down. He probably wouldn't be able to calm down even after pouring a pool of water on him. It seemed that if Yang Ye hadn't dragged him, he would have jumped on him and started a one-sided abuse fight.
"Hurry up and leave!" Yang Ye's attitude was like that of Fujin holding the prince in a costume movie to prevent him from beating his child who had committed an offense.
Oh... Zhong Ping got up obediently after being ordered, rubbed oil on the soles of his feet and fled from the place where he was right and wrong. Isn't he a shame? In fact, he didn't do anything wrong, so why did he run away!? This is when he arrived in front of his and Xiong Weiqun's room.
Just thought of it.
He looked behind and saw that no one was chasing him. His escape seemed to be successful. He breathed a sigh of relief and gently pushed the door. If he locked the door from the inside, he started to knock on the door.
Xiong Weiqun was very considerate and left a door open for Zhong Ping so that he could come in easily. Zhong Ping opened the door and saw someone lying on the curtained bed from a distance, so he safely closed the door from the inside.
On the one hand, he was careful not to wake up Xiong Weiqun, but on the other hand, he was thinking about what he would do if Xiong Weiqun didn't wake up his hostage.
By the way, is it necessary to discuss the hostage issue now? Maybe Yang Yuwen hangs him from the roof with murderous intentions, silently murders him, and then takes away his head and says that this guy is Zhong Jiaqi... What the hell? And this
What method? How could it make him think that he is a conspiracy genius...
In his imagination, he walked to the bedside and was not surprised to see Xiong Weiqun looking at him with his eyes open. He should have been sleeping before, but now he was indeed woken up.
Zhong Ping asked knowingly: "Are you awake?"
Xiong Weiqun's eyes were quite poisonous. He could tell at a glance that there was something wrong with Zhong Ping's expression, demeanor, and the clothes that had just rolled around on the ground. He asked, "What happened just now?"
Zhong Ping was stunned: "What? I, I didn't do anything..."
Xiong Weiqun still looked at him with sharp doubts, which made him feel ashamed and wanted to find a crack where termites had eaten. While looking at Xiong Weiqun, he also thought of the pictures shown on Yang Ye's computer, and he suddenly felt emotional.
It felt hot from the inside out.
"What's going on?" Xiong Weiqun stood up and stared at Zhong Ping with narrowed eyes, threatening not to let him go to bed unless he explained clearly.
Zhong Ping was also unhappy with this look, so he tried his best to calm down and said: "You don't know how cunning that kid is, and he has never seen how dangerous the outside world is!" In fact, he has been used as a prisoner.
Pointing a gun at a child who was almost hit... This is another way to see the dangers of the world.
"Then why is he so cunning?" Xiong Weiqun has a tendency to not give up until he asks for answers.
Zhong Ping swallowed his saliva, looked at Xiong Weiqun nervously, and then saw that he was standing in the middle of the room like a schoolboy being scolded, waiting for criticism. He ran to the bathroom and said, "I'll go there later."
Let’s talk about the restroom before going to bed!”
Bathed by Xiong Weiqun's gaze, he fled to the bathroom again, turned on the light, and accidentally glanced at the mirror, and found that his face was red with two circles that looked like plateau red. Looking at his lower body again, he knew that without even looking.
My son has already started to fuck his underwear first. Oh, this is no good! Although he hasn’t tasted meat for a long time, he has been extremely busy recently, and now it turns out like this just after watching a movie! It’s simply unacceptable.
!
Zhong Ping turned on the cold water tap and washed his face quickly. His face felt even hotter under the cold water, and he even had the evil intention of going to the bathroom first before going out. But with this evil intention,
Xiong Weiqun's voice came from outside the door: "Are you okay?"
Zhong Ping didn't even know where to hide. Fortunately, Xiong Weiqun didn't suddenly open the toilet door and come in, which gave him a lot of buffer time. He gathered his mood and shouted briefly: "It's okay!"
Zhong Ping listened attentively for a while, but there was no sound from outside to ask him anything. He probably went back to bed and lay down, so he washed his face again and went straight out without wiping it with a towel.
The toilet door.
He was startled as soon as he walked out of the toilet door. It turned out that Xiong Weiqun had been staring at the door, and when he came out, his focused gaze almost burned a hole in his body.
"What's wrong with you?" Xiong Weiqun asked.
Zhong Ping was so flustered that he forgot about the real thing he should ask, and blurted out: "That Xiao Huang | Pian'er..."
"Xiao Huang | Pian'er?" Xiong Weiqun's eyes suddenly became strange.
"Hahahahaha..." Zhong Ping really wanted to be burned out by that look. What kind of heroic look is it to leave a hole in his eyes?
"Then what? You just left with the tricky kid to watch a pornographic film?" Xiong Weiqun analyzed logically.
"Actually... it's not all..." Zhong Ping added rudely, but then he thought that apart from watching porn movies, they almost had to practice it, and he really couldn't say it, so he stopped at this sentence.
superior.
Xiong Weiqun lowered his head slightly and continued to look at Zhong Ping with his strange and inquiring eyes, which made Zhong Ping feel numb all over. When he saw the other person, he waited for him to continue talking, and couldn't help but continue to make nonsense: "Later, Yang Yuwente was angry...
…The child must be hung up and beaten…”
Xiong Weiqun nodded, then continued to look at Zhong Ping: "Is there anything more important?"
But Zhong Ping had long forgotten that "more important thing" and replied with dizziness, "Actually, I don't really want to do it... I just have been abstinent for too long..."
He woke up again when he heard Xiong Weiqun ask "Huh?" and realized that he had just said something very strange. Looking at Xiong Weiqun again, he was looking at him with an expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile. He immediately felt those two words on his face.
The plateau red color has spread to my neck. What is Jihori Tomb? This is it!
Zhong Ping's face was so hot that after taking one look at Xiong Weiqun, he could no longer look directly at Xiong Weiqun. For a moment, he was almost sure that Xiong Weiqun's hand moved, as if he was going to drag him to the bed and push him down. Push him down and push him down.
Well! It's not like he hasn't been pushed before! But maybe that was an illusion, because the silence lasted for a while. He couldn't help but look up and found that Xiong Weiqun had a strange look on his face.
Wouldn't it be better if he ran away now? But he couldn't move. He looked at Xiong Weiqun with a strange desire to move in his eyes, but he didn't really take any action. Finally, he moved his mouth and said: "About
Have you thought about what happened for dinner tonight?"
He really wanted to run away through the door now. Looking at Xiong Weiqun who completely pretended that he had not said those mindless words just now, he suddenly felt very lost. With the sense of loss that seemed to have suddenly been emptied, he replied calmly:
"I haven't decided yet, what do you think?"
Xiong Weiqun smiled stiffly with a strange expression: "It doesn't matter, I will do my best to protect you no matter what happens."
In the end, Zhong Ping had no idea whether he would agree or not. He even forgot how he climbed into bed. A night light was turned on in the room, and Xiong Weiqun lay undressed next to him with his face facing the wall. He was stunned.
I blankly counted how many patterns there were on the carved wood of the bedpost.