Gong Lingye didn't seem to see the accusation and anger in Song Ziheng's eyes, he found a sofa and sat down, folded his legs, and rushed to the waiter who came over to serve: "My brother, take him to have a good time!"

The waiter nodded hurriedly and said to Song Ziheng: "Please." ”

Song Ziheng trembled with anger, thinking that sure enough, these men are not good things, and his sister was deceived by a scumbag again!

Looking at Gong Lingye's familiar appearance at the moment, he often comes to this kind of Fengyue place!

And he even believed in Gong Lingye, thinking that he could help himself, get rid of those nightmares, and tell him how to be a real man!

Song Ziheng couldn't speak, so he could only use his red eyes to lock Gong Lingye.

But Gong Lingye obviously didn't notice his pain at all, and poured a glass of wine very casually, and said lightly while sipping: "It's not uncomfortable, vent well, and you'll be comfortable!" There are also many women here, you can play casually, but just remember to take measures." ”

As he spoke, he gave him a box of condoms.

Song Ziheng almost rushed over and tore the palace night, but he was stopped by the waiter and dragged inside.

He struggled, but was surrounded by women, and for a while, he was trembling with anger.

I wanted to hit someone, but they were all women, and he couldn't do it, so he just felt uncomfortable.

Someone squeezed him, took him to the slot machine in front, and handed a bag to Song Ziheng: "Handsome guy, your brother gave you chips, play as you like!"

Song Ziheng originally wanted to say that he didn't want to play, but thinking of Gong Lingye's hatred, these chips were his, and he spent them as soon as he spent them!

So, he opened the bag, followed the instructions on how to play, and played.

"That's right!" A woman came over and smiled around Song Zihengjiao.

He still felt very uncomfortable, but he didn't know if it was his luck that he won several hands in succession, and the small chips were replaced by large ones, all of which filled the bag.

"Push it again?" the woman hooked his neck.

He pushed away in disgust and pressed all the chips in his hand.

This time, luck didn't favor him, he lost cleanly, and he didn't leave a single child.

"It's okay, let's play again!" the woman laughed.

Song Ziheng shook his head, he was not interested in these things.

"Then let's go drink!" Several women came up and saw that he was blushing by one of them, and couldn't help laughing: "It's been a long time since I've seen such an innocent little handsome guy!"

Let's talk about it, come over and kiss Song Ziheng.

Song Ziheng hurriedly turned around, and the woman's lips fell on his collar, leaving a distinct lip print.

He was really hot, and when he was about to drive people, a girl's figure crashed into his eyes.

It was a girl of the same skin color as him, wearing a baseball uniform, looking young and bright.

She walked up to him and said, "Go, I'll take you to a clean place!"

He went with the girl and finally escaped from the noise.

The girl liked to play the piano, and he listened to it. The light of the setting sun fell on the girl's cheeks, gilding her innocent face with a layer of gold.

She played several songs in a row, and then got up and asked him to dance.

When the two danced for the second time, the music suddenly became high-pitched, the girl danced enthusiastically, and her body brushed Song Ziheng's intentionally or unintentionally.

He was not repulsive to the girl, but as soon as he got so close, the boy couldn't help but have his heart beat faster, and his hands and feet became a little at a loss.

So much so that the girl accidentally tripped and fell into his arms, and he put his arms around her soft body with one hand, only to feel that his mouth was dry.

His brain became a little dazed, and the girl had just given him some wine, and he felt that his reaction seemed to be slow, and he even fell into bed together before he reacted.

Seeing that she was not continuing, the girl couldn't help but blink at him with big eyes.

After stiffening for a few seconds, he jerked to his feet and quickly picked up his clothes and put them over himself.

The heartbeat was still beating like a drum, Song Ziheng didn't look at the girl, but turned around and quickly sorted out his clothes and slammed open the door.

Outside the door, Gong Lingye stood there impressively, dressed in shirts and trousers, cold and ascetic.

Song Ziheng hated him, and he raised his hand to make a move, but he was easily subdued by Gong Lingye.

He detained Song Ziheng, and his tone seemed to be a little regretful: "You have stopped the precipice so soon?

Song Ziheng struggled hard, but the distance between the young man and the man was really too big, and he felt that the other party's hand was like steel, making him completely unshakable!

Sure enough, Gong Lingye came to see his jokes!

Find a girl dressed innocently to tempt him to fall!

If he is really fooled, Gong Lingye doesn't know how to arrange him in front of his sister!

However, no matter how Song Ziheng complained, Gong Lingye watched cold-bloodedly, and in the end, dragged him to a shooting range behind.

When someone saw them coming in, two men immediately took Song Ziheng from Gong Lingye's hands, trapped his hands and feet, and tied him directly to the target in front of him.

"How many bullets do you want, sir?" asked the waiter.

Gong Lingye looked at Song Ziheng, who was tied up, his eyes looked at the young man's head, hands, feet and heart as if he were substantial, playing with taste: "Six shots." ”

Song Ziheng's eyes widened suddenly, Gong Ling wanted to kill him at night!

He struggled violently, but the rope was so tight that he couldn't move at all.

Gong Lingye is a veteran of playing with guns, picked up the bullet, loaded it skillfully, and directly raised his arm and aimed it at Song Ziheng.

At that moment, he only felt that his heart was suddenly sealed by coldness, and Song Ziheng was extremely remorseful. Why can't he escape the fate of being killed by bad guys?

Gong Lingye pulled the trigger, the gunshot rang out, and Song Ziheng instinctively shouted: "Ah!"

It's just that the bullet seems to have grazed the top of his head, and the tip of his nose is full of ** smell, but the expected pain didn't hit.

"It occurred to me that one shot was enough. Gong Lingye hooked his lips and pointed at Song Ziheng's heart.

After he said that, he raised the gun again and aimed it at Song Ziheng's right arm: "The other shots are just right for fun!"

He seemed to be playing cat and mouse, really controlling the bullet to wipe the air less than a centimeter away from Song Ziheng, until, there was still the last one left.

"Why did you just ask for six shots? I didn't have enough fun!" Gong Lingye seemed to feel a little sorry, he sighed lightly, raised his gun, and this time aimed it directly at Song Ziheng's heart.

His eyes were full of sarcasm: "In the next life, don't be stupid." ”