Heroic Death System

Wen Jingjun did not ask for Sang Ke's address and took him directly home.

“You'll be staying in this room in the future, and I'll ask someone to get you the necessary supplies.” The scenic john pointed to the room and said. He had intended to live directly in the master bedroom, but after considering the current relationship between the two, he eventually decided to give him some time to adjust.

“Are you going to imprison me here? ”

“Until I find out all about you.” Wen Jingjung's repeated attempts to investigate his identity were inconclusive, so he was afraid to let go and worry about losing him again, "if you'd like to tell me, you might save him a lot of trouble. ”

The young man in front of him is locked tightly by the falcon's gaze.

Shall we hesitate to tell him that he is the brush pen and, after that, can we improve their relationship and relieve him of his predicament? Is this kind of supernatural thing, for people in the age of technology, a nightmare?

Because of concerns, silence could be maintained.

The smell was dark and he walked to Sankoh and pulled him into his arms. He lowered his head and whispered in his ear: “I don't want to hurt you, I just want you to stay with me and be my lover. I know you're confused right now, and I don't understand why I'm so obsessed with you for the first time, but for me, we've known each other for a long time. ”

Everything in his dreams may be a wonderful fantasy, but he is convinced that he is not mistaken, that the young man in his arms is the lover he has been searching for.

The pain was trembling, but the smell of the scenery made him think he was scared and his expression turned gloomy. He tried to keep his temper as low as he could, to pursue him patiently, but his reaction made him feel so grumpy that he could barely contain the foolish, foolish, moving beast in his heart.

It can be seen that a brazen breath emerged from the man, even with the purification of bliss, he succeeded in absorbing part of it, and it can be seen how intense his brazen breath is at this moment.

After absorption, the pain can be relieved from time to time, and the body is comfortable. I have tasted the real breath, the breath in my dreams is pure porridge dish, tasteless.

Suddenly, a thought emerged in his mind, temporarily not telling the man his identity, so that he could seek without constantly generating anger, so that he would suffer some suffering, but could be added to his more delicious anger. If he replenishes Brahma faster than he consumes, otherwise he is still a dead man.

In other words, the harsher he refuses now, the harder he resists, the more brazen he will absorb in the future.

Shan can break free of the man's embrace, his eyes are covered with water mist because of the pain, looking at him like a complaint, silently proclaiming: darling, let's play a game of usurping, abusive love S-M?

Unaware of Sankoh's conspiracy, the scenery was irritated by his eyes and his body was overwhelmed as if the next moment would overwhelm him.

Shanko's face is unyielding, but dark is overflowing with passion: let Sha Qi be more fierce!

Yet, at this time, Jingrong left angrily, and the poor door frame was shaken by him.

Jean-Claude reached out and wept: No, don't go!

Get down in front of the window and hear the sight and anger and tell the bodyguard: "Keep an eye on the person, he will not be allowed to step out of the door. Report any problems to me immediately. ”

“Yes, boss.” The bodyguards answered aloud.

You can leave your mouth open and see that there is no bravery to eat. You can only go back to the room where Jingrong smells, and turn back into a brush.

Smell Jingrong sitting in the car, upset, his fingers unconsciously touched the sleeve of his clothes, but he felt empty.

Smell Jingrong looked up and found that the magic pen that was originally worn on the sleeve didn't know when it was gone.

He lowered his curse and looked more gloomy, scaring the driver in front of him to almost drive the car to the sky.

Back at the company, Wen Jingrong searched up and down, and asked the secretary to visit Tyson's factory, and naturally he didn't find it.

At the end of the day, there was only one home left, and if there was no home left, it would have to be reported lost.

Fingerprint verification is on the pen, and anyone other than him will receive a message as soon as they use it on a connected electronic product. Normally people find certified magic pens useless and are afraid to throw them away at will instead of sending them to a lost and found location.

This magic pen is a relic of Jingrong's father, so he has to find it anyway.

Wen Jingrong left the company early and went straight back to his little villa. Waiting for him, but empty room.

“Where are people?” Jingjung gazed sharply at the bodyguard standing in a row in front of him.

The bodyguard looked down ugly and didn't know how to answer. People squatted in front of and behind the villa and didn't see anyone going in or out, but the people in the house just disappeared silently.

Smell Jingrong deeply exhaled and let out a word cold: “Roll. ”

The bodyguards left frustrated, suggesting that their job might not be safe.

Wen Jingjung called the secretary: "Check with the family and close relatives of all Tyson staff and make sure to find me Shanko! ”

Hang up the phone and smell a cold light flashing in Jingrong's eyes: Shanko, you better pray I never find you, or I'll never let you go again.

One foot kicked the coffee table over, smelled the scenery and walked into the room, preparing to go to the bathroom to rinse, Yu Guang suddenly glanced at a blue light. Turning his head, he discovered that the magic pen he couldn't find was actually on the nightstand.

“Turns out you're here.” Smell Jingrong pick up the magic pen, scrutinize it, whisper, "If only he could be with me at any time, just like you. ”

Sha Pengshang can whisper to himself, the furthest distance in the world, is not that I cannot be with you, but that I am beside you, and you do not know me.

As a thumb man, he sat on Jingrong's shoulder and whispered: “In reality, I can't love you so much that I can make up for you in my dreams. ”

The smell seemed sensational, and he turned to look beside him, and the large room, apart from one empty room, was nothing more.

After rinsing, smell Jingrong □ □ lying on the bed, flipping and falling asleep. At the end of the day, I simply took two sleeping pills to barely sleep under the influence of my medication.

A heartbreak can be seen, this man in front of men, returning to his world, is just a lonely ordinary man. Wealth rights status is available to him, but these do not bring him real happiness, and only when he is with himself can he see the side of his tenderness.

You can enter the dream, step barefoot on the wet beach, and look at the sea that is raging in the wind, you can imagine how bad this man feels.

No surprise, Jingjun quickly found him and held him tightly in his arms.

The raging winds gradually subsided and calm eventually returned.

“What's the matter?” Jean could turn around and grab him by the waist and ask warmly.

“I found you, but you don't remember me.” Jingrong didn't hide his fragility in his dreams, "I didn't want to hurt you, but I couldn't control myself. I'm very upset to see you. ”

"I know, I know, I know. ”

“Jenko, what can I do to make you fall in love with me?” Jingrong looked at him pitifully with a look of help.

He's so much cuter in his dreams than he is in reality!

"If you're sure you want to spend the rest of your life with me, don't look back and show your courage in the mall and leave me with you by any means. ”

Give yourself a hard set, but it's self-inflicted to a certain extent.

Jingjung hesitated instead: “Is this really okay? ”

There is no word yet, not knowing who tied him home the first time he met, in an attempt to imprison him illegally. Man, the nature of your beast has long been seen through by wise men.

“No problem.” Encouraged, “forced love is also a pleasure, as long as the outcome is satisfactory, although the process may have been a little violent. ”

The above is absolutely misleading, please don't be serious.

“If you feel fine too...” The scenic scenery is hot, “why don't we just rehearse? ”

Ah? It wasn't too late to react, and the scenes around us instantly changed from the sea to the bedroom. On the other hand, he lay on the bed, blindfolded with black cloth, his hands tied to the pillars of the bed and wearing only a thin piece of clothing.

In the darkness, I felt the mattress vibrate a few times, then a hot body overturned... then shaking the fierce battle process is not repeated, in short, very yellow and violent.

Waiting for her to come out of her dreams exhausted, suddenly she felt like she had done something very painful...

After the dream soothed, the scenic power soared and the slag exploded. If you can't find Shanko, he drags down the work arrangements for the layoffs of Tyson's decorations, waiting for someone to throw themselves online.

Of course, he wasn't sure that he would really come to the door, but he had to send someone to keep looking.

One day a week later, Jingrong saw him coming out of a shelter. It's just that he was sitting in a driving car, walking past him by mistake.

He then sent a further investigation into the shelter, which contained more than 100 unemployed persons and persons with disabilities, but had no relevant information.

Could it be just passing by?

After a moment of frowning, Jingrong decided not to give up any clues and bought the shelter first. As for those inside, they were all demobilized.

Half a month later, Wen Jingrong found his figure in a mall about to collapse, still just a glance, didn't catch anyone, Wen Jingrong waved a pen - the acquisition!

The next day, I can smell Jingrong from time to time on my own way to meet Shanko, but I lost my arm every time. He had a feeling that Jean-Claude was with him, but he hadn't found it yet.

After successive acquisitions of several businesses and Foley institutions, those who heard Jingrong wait finally came to the door on their own initiative.

Had to come, as the acquisitions of wealthy people have cost more than a thousand people their sources of income. Although those industries were already facing collapse, they could last at least a year and a half. Now that Jingrong was involved, they were immediately knifed.

“What do you want?” You can stand on the doorstep of the scenic villa and the voice is crystal clear and geologically asked: “Do you know how many people you have already caused to lose their jobs? ”

Jingrong walked slowly to him and looked at him like a wolf: "I told you, I want you to be my lover. ”

“What if I disagree? ”

“Then I will acquire all the high-risk industries in the area.” Wen Jingjun doesn't know what these industries have to do with him, but he doesn't mind a big fight, and by the way, he shows his financial strength and “war bullies" hegemony.

“I didn't expect you to be this kind of person, I'm here wrong today!” You can turn around and go.

Smell Jingrong's eyes sprung up, grabbing Sang Ko's arm, low down: “If you're here, don't go. ”

Sankoh's body started to ache again and tremble.

Even so scared, he looked him in the eye with courage. Such a shanko has created a strong desire for conquest. He trapped him in his arms and bit him in the ear with his head down, mumbling like a lover: "Do it once and help you save a man. ”

One at a time? He's got a thousand spots! Don't be so mean!

“No, I'll take care of it myself!” Despite coming on to brush the screen in your brain, you still have to fight to the surface.

Wen Jingrong received the “fax” of the dream, understood the essence of forced love, and directly captured the struggling Shangkou back home, ready to start a Huang - violent tune - teaching.