Fu Chengjun was completely enveloped by Gu Zheng's tall figure, and the sharp pain in his kneecaps was trembling violently, and he was trembling all over.

He raised his head with difficulty, only to see the other party's blood-red eyes, his heart was furious, and his voice was a little frightened: "Gu, Gu Zheng, what do you want to do!" ”

Gu Zheng took a step closer, and half of his resolute face was hidden in the pale light, outlining a little evil charm.

He is a paranoid patient from the dark hell, bloodthirsty, tyrannical, tyrannical and cruel.

He used to be jealous of Fu Chengjun, and he was so jealous that he wanted to go crazy.

Fu Chengjun was completely flustered, and took a few steps back in fear: "Gu Zheng, you are not allowed to hit people!" ”

"You've already beaten me once in the hospital before, and now you want to do it again?"

It's not just fighting, it's wanting to kill, trying to make life worse than death.

Gu Zheng picked up Fu Chengjun, his well-defined chest under his shirt was rising and falling, and his sharp collarbone exuded a sense of masculinity.

He grabbed the other man's jaw, and the muscles in his arm tightened.

Fu Chengjun's body tensed upward, constantly vibrating, and his throat overflowed with a miserable pleading: "Gu Zheng, what do you want to do?" ”

"Don't, don't ......"

Gu Zheng's narrow eyes narrowed dangerously, and the killing intent at the bottom of his eyes became even stronger.

Suddenly, he let go of Fu Chengjun and clapped his hands slowly.

is like a pampered and well-pampered noble son, abstinent and cold, alienated and indifferent, where is there the appearance of a terrible demon king.

Fu Chengjun was like a broken glass doll, lying on the floor sickly.

He was drenched in cold sweat, his heart was still beating wildly, just now, he really thought that Gu Zheng would kill him.

Xu Qinghuan hurriedly pounced, crying so much that pear blossoms brought rain: "Brother Chengjun, Brother Chengjun, are you okay?" ”

She turned her head and complained: "Sister, brother-in-law, why are you so ruthless?" ”

Xu Yan took a few steps forward, took Gu Zheng's arm, and smiled at Xu Qinghuan: "Qinghuan, my good sister, it doesn't work for you to pretend to be pitiful." ”

"Your innocent personality has collapsed, and no one will believe you anymore."

Her round eyes revealed a little bad taste, now Fu Chengjun doesn't know that Xu Qinghuan has an affair with a fat-headed pig-brained director Wang, and when the time comes, I don't know what kind of bloody case it is.

My good sister, sister is looking forward to your tormented, dog-eat-dog day.

"You!" Xu Qinghuan's eyes were resentful, and she couldn't wait to cut Xu Yan with a thousand knives. Everything about them was ruined by Gu Zheng and this slut!

She gritted the roots of her teeth so hard that the smell of blood spread in her mouth. It hurts, and it hurts for her to remember today's hatred!

The air froze for a moment, Xu Qinghuan used all his strength to support Fu Chengjun, and left the dance party with a disgraced face.

Xu Yan watched the two of them leave with cold eyes, and after a while, she turned her head and fell into a pair of unfathomable eyes.

The corners of Gu Zheng's cool mouth rose slightly, and he was actually dyed with crimson demonic ye, and when he laughed, there was a blood-red madness in his eyes.

The tense silhouette turned into a desperate hideousness, and the voice was extremely subtle: "Yan Bao, you are mine." ”

Xu Yan's heart jumped, and a feeling of uneasiness spread.

Could it be that Gu Zheng is sick again?

She hurriedly pulled Gu Zheng and said to everyone, "I'm sorry we missed us." ”

Gu Zheng's dark purple eyes became heavier and darker,

His towering Adam's apple kept sliding, but he was honest, with long hands and long feet, and followed Xu Yan.

As soon as you step into the private room of the venue.

As soon as she turned, heavy arms wrapped around her waist, and the two of them fell to the couch.

The man's eyes were closed, he was pillowed in her neck socket, breathing evenly, the broken hair on his forehead was falling, and the sharp eyebrows and eyes on weekdays were as gentle and quiet as a child.

Xu Yan's round eyes moved slightly, and he didn't know what it was like in his heart.

She carefully removed his arm away, but he hugged him tighter, buried it in her neck and rubbed it affectionately, and his voice was bloodthirsty and restrictive: "Yan Bao." ”

"I'm very jealous of Fu Chengjun."