Chapter 226

Gong Lingye didn't seem to see song Ziheng's complaints and anger. He found a sofa and sat down with his legs folded. He rushed to the waiter and said, "my brother, take him to play."

The waiter quickly nodded and said to song Ziheng, "please."

Song Ziheng was so angry that he shivered all over, thinking that sure enough, these men were not good things. His sister was cheated by the slag man again!

Look at the palace Ling night at the moment familiar with the appearance of the road, is often to this place!

And he even believed 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. He could only use his red eyes to lock the palace Ling night.

But Gong Lingye obviously didn't notice his pain at all. He poured a glass of wine at will, sipping it gently and saying, "it's not hard in my heart. Let it out, it's comfortable! There are many women here. You can play as you like, but remember to take measures. "

Said, returned to him arrived a box of condom.

Song Ziheng almost rushed to the palace and tore it. However, he was pulled by the waiter and dragged into it.

He struggled, but was surrounded by women, for a time, trembling with anger.

I really want to beat people, but they are all women. He can't do it. He just feels uncomfortable all over.

Someone crowded him, took him to the slot machine in front of him, and handed a bag to song Ziheng: "handsome boy, your brother gives you chips, play at will!"

Song Ziheng wanted to say that he didn't want to play, but he thought of Gong Lingye's hateful. These chips were his, and he spent them!

So he opened the bag and played according to the instructions above.

"That's right!" A woman comes over and smiles around Song zihengjiao.

He still felt very uncomfortable, but I don't know if he was lucky enough to win several in a row. The small chips were replaced by big ones, which were filled with bags.

"Another one?" The woman hooked his neck.

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

This time, luck did not favor him, he lost a clean, did not leave a son.

"It doesn't matter. Let's play again." The woman said with a smile.

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

"Then let's go drink!" Several women surrounded him and saw that he was flushed by one of them. He couldn't help laughing: "I haven't seen such a pure and handsome boy for a long time!"

After that, he would like to kiss song Ziheng.

Song Ziheng quickly turned around, the woman's lips fell on his collar, leaving a bright lipprint.

He is really angry, about to drive people, a girl's figure into the eye.

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

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

He went with the girl and finally escaped the noise.

Girls like playing the piano, and he's listening. The setting sun fell on the girl's cheek, and the pure face was plated with a layer of Phnom Penh.

She played several songs in a row. Then she got up and asked him to dance.

When they were dancing the second dance, the music suddenly became high pitched. The girl danced warmly and her body rubbed song Ziheng's, intentionally or unintentionally.

He did not exclude girls, so close, young people can not help but heart rate, hands and feet have become a little helpless.

As a result, the girl accidentally tripped in his arms, he put one hand around her soft body, only feel thirsty.

His brain became a little trance, and just after the girl gave him a drink, he felt that his reaction seemed to be slow. Even when they fell on the bed together, he just reacted.

The girl can't help blinking at him when she doesn't continue.

After several seconds of stiffness, he suddenly got up and quickly picked up his clothes and put them on his body.

The heartbeat is still beating like a drum. Instead of looking at the girl, song Ziheng turns to quickly tidy up her clothes and opens the door abruptly.

Outside the door, Gong Ling stood there, a shirt and trousers, cold and abstinence.

Song Ziheng hated him and raised his hand to start, but was easily subdued by Gong Lingye.

He held on to song Ziheng, and his tone seemed to be a little sorry: "so soon, you've stopped at the precipice? Are you really not tempted? "

Song Ziheng struggled hard, but the distance between the boy and the man was too big. He felt that the other side's hand was like steel, which made him unable to shake it!

Sure enough, Gong Lingye came to see his jokes!

Find a girl dressed up pure, to tempt him to degenerate! He almost fell for it!

If you are really cheated, Gong Lingye doesn't know how to arrange him in front of her sister!

However, no matter how song Ziheng complained, Gong Lingye watched coldly and finally dragged him to a shooting range behind him.

When someone saw them coming in, two men immediately took song Ziheng from Gong Lingye's hand, trapped his hands and feet, and tied him directly to the target in front of him.How many bullets, sir Asked the waiter.

Gong Lingye looks at Song Ziheng who is tied up. His eyes are like looking at the youth's head, hands, feet and heart, playing with the flavor: "six."

Song Ziheng's eyes suddenly open, Gong Lingye wants to kill him!

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

Gong Lingye is an old hand of playing with guns. He picks up the bullet, installs it skillfully, and raises his arm directly, aiming at Song Ziheng.

At that moment, I only felt that the heart was suddenly blocked by cold, and song Ziheng was extremely regretful. Why can't he escape the fate of being killed by bad people?

Gong Ling night pulled the trigger, the sound of gunfire sounded, song Ziheng instinctively called out: "ah!"

However, the bullet seems to be rubbing his head in the past, his nose is full of gunpowder, the expected pain did not hit.

"I suddenly felt that one shot would be enough." Gongling night hook lips, pointing to song Ziheng's heart.

He said, and then raised the gun, aimed at Song Ziheng's right arm: "the other several, used to play just right!"

He seemed to play cat and mouse, and really controlled the bullet to wipe the air less than one centimeter away from Song Ziheng, until the last one was left.

"Why just six? I haven't played enough! " Gong Lingye seems to have some regrets. He sighs and raises his gun. This time, he aims directly at Song Ziheng's heart.

His eye bottom is satire: "next life, don't be silly."

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