I Treat You Like Buddies

Du Jiu was not completely lost when he was dragged out of the bar by the president's father. He immediately explained the system: "Hurry up, wow-the medicine is coming!"

Just being drunk is not enough to make the president's father follow his script.

The system didn't feel any pain this time, so I simply gave Du Jiu a bottle of horrible medicine, and gave a serious and thoughtful explanation: "The latest product from the mall has five-star praise and zero negative points. You will love it."

Du Jiu couldn't take care of the Tucao system anymore. Almost at the moment when the medicine fell, his whole body trembled, waves of heat burst out of his bones, his body was numb, and his legs were weak. If it weren't for the CEO's father Hugging him in time, almost the whole person will collapse to the ground.

"Hot..." He took the opportunity to stick to the president's father, and while rubbing, he stretched out his collar to reveal his white neck, "Hot, uncomfortable..."

Huo Dashao's face was extremely ugly, and his eyes were full of rage. If he didn't rush over in the first time, what would happen? That picture made him very angry just thinking about it.

He quickly squeezed the boy into the car, fastened his seat belt, hurriedly got into the car, and sprinted all the way back to Huo's house.

"Well, it's so hot..." Du Jiu was very uncomfortable. He yelled to vent. It was too hot. He unconsciously unbuttoned his shirt, his fingertips trembling and unbuttoned one by one, but because the seat belt could not be completely taken off. Half-hanging on his body, revealing two looming points on his chest, the other hand has long been unable to bear to reach down to soothe himself.

Huo Dashao caught a glimpse of the beautiful scenery around him, his anger slowly changed, and he turned into a strong lust. He tightened his body, twisted his eyebrows, and speeded up.

The journey of half an hour was reduced to ten minutes by him.

These ten minutes seemed extremely long to Du Jiu. When the president's father unfastened his seat belt and hugged him down, he almost threw himself on him like he was hungry.

The system gave him the shock-he could use the front to solve the medicine, but the provoked vincent must be solved by the person's X liquid that was first mobilized.

Desire and drunkenness made him almost completely devoid of consciousness. The hair on his forehead was soaked in sweat and stuck to his face. The eyelashes were covered with unconscious tears because of uncomfortable feelings. Flushing appeared on his elegant face, his eyes blurred and his eyes were blurred. Blurred, clothes half-down, the whole person is lewd and seductive, and there is a depressive moan in the throat, which makes people feel excited.

Huo Dashao's Adam's apple shook twice, pulled off his tie and threw it into the car, picked up Du Jiu sideways, and took the elevator directly from the garage to the second floor.

After entering the room, he hugged Du Jiu into the bathroom and put him in the bath. As Huo Jiu, Du Jiu was completely devoid of consciousness, but he himself was very awake. This is one of the effects of Changchunsi, and the more severe it is. , The more emptied the body, the clearer the consciousness, so that the person who has been planted can clearly remember everything experienced at the time of the attack.

Obviously the body can't help begging for joy, but he clearly understands what he is doing. This kind of humiliation, it is no wonder that many people with changchunsi will eventually choose to blew up.

So seeing the president’s father let him take a bath, how could Du Jiu let him go? After tonight, by tomorrow, the changchun silk will completely break out. Not to mention soaking in cold water, even soaking in the ice and snow will not solve the problem. Then he will refrain from it. No, it's not just the collapse of the set.

He held the president's father tightly with both hands, raised his head and leaned forward to bite his Adam's apple, staring at him with red eyes, praying and relying: "I'm so uncomfortable..."

When the president's father paused, he gave him the last blow: "Brother, save me..."

Huo Dashao's pupils shrank suddenly, clamped Du Jiu's chin, let him look at him: "Say, who am I?"

The young man opened his blurred eyes slightly, his expression was unbearable, he licked the blushing lips that he had bitten, and his trembling voice was eager: "Brother, please..."

Huo Dashao squinted: "Are you sure?"

The boy did not speak, but directly put on his lips, and kissed him the way he taught him.

Huo Dashao finally broke the power, couldn't help it anymore, reached out his hand to hold his head and kissed it back fiercely, and bit his lips with a little anger.

There were tears in the corners of the irritated eyes of the teenager, staring at him blankly, as if to cry out in the next moment, but the increasingly fierce desire forced him to give in, begging: "Brother..."

Huo Dashao took a deep breath, picked him up from the water, ignoring the dripping drops, put him on the bed and pressed it on.

…

I don’t know if it was Huo Dashao holding back for too long, or Du Jiu’s current body is too weak, and he almost fainted. Huo Dashao obviously wanted to teach him a lesson. Nine means these are completely trivial.

It's just that he is a monk in that world, his physique is different, and he is hardly tired. This world is an ordinary person. After the end, all kinds of exhaustion hit him, and he quickly fell asleep.

Before losing consciousness, he subconsciously compared the president's father with Qin Jiuzhao, but he could not tell the outcome. Of course, Qin Jiuzhao won with an absolute advantage in tricks.

Du Jiu woke up in the middle of the night and was hungry. After all, he was pulled to do a violent exercise without eating dinner, which was too exhausting and had to wake up.

The president's father hugged him to sleep with Zhengxiang, and seemed to be tired too. Thinking about it, he is only responsible for spreading the enjoyment. Basically, the president's father is responsible for his work. How can he not be tired.

Du Jiu moved lightly, and he felt sore all over, but fortunately, the president's father had already cleaned him up and seemed to have applied the medicine. But looking at this posture, he probably knew how the president's father gave him the medicine. , I'm not afraid to panic.

He carefully pulled himself off, and slowly sat up, his feet softened when he got out of bed, and he almost couldn't stabilize.

The clothes were left crumpled on the ground and could no longer be worn. He simply opened the connecting door and returned to his room with his naked body so generously.

The shame is long gone for Du Jiu. In systematic terms, his face can be as thick as ten walls.

Du Jiu sneered at this. Anyone who has been "trained" like him for three hundred years will wear away no amount of shame.

If he had not experienced the last world, he would definitely choose to commit suicide and escape after discovering that the president’s father had changed. However, after experiencing the last world, his bottom line has been pulled to the lowest level, just making love. Anyway, he is also cool. .

Moreover, he hasn't tasted the meat dish, but if he has tasted it, he will naturally want to find a friend when he wants it.

Putting on his pajamas, Du Jiu was about to go downstairs to search for food. He turned around and found that the president's father didn't know when he woke up, and was standing by the door frame looking at him.

He shook his hand, the last button was not fastened, his expression was flustered, he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, and he hesitated: "You, me, me, I change clothes, I'm a little hungry..."

Huo Dashao squinted at Du Jiu for two seconds, but what was reflected in his mind was just when he was lying in bed, he saw the teenager getting up free and easy, and with a little cold and indifferent appearance, he took two steps forward and reached out to help him. He buttoned the button and looked gentle: "It just so happens that I am hungry too, let's go down together."

Du Jiu lowered his eyes and dared not look at him. Although the two had done the most intimate thing, after all, it was because of the drug that made him feel more complicated.

Huo Dashao sighed slightly and hugged him gently: "Well, I didn't blame you, I understand you are just curious."

"I'm sorry." Du Jiu said dumbly.

Huo Dashao let go of him, raised his chin to look at him, and gently moved the broken hair on his forehead: "But I hope you can promise me that you will never go to that place again. May I?"

Du Jiu immediately nodded his head hard: "I won't go anymore." There was a trace of fear in his eyes. If he didn't come early today, who would know what would happen, he was full of fear just thinking about it.

"Good boy." Huo Dashao kissed his lips, and then showed concern, "Do you feel any discomfort? Does it hurt or not? I was too angry, maybe it was a bit rough, sorry."

Du Jiu flushed red in an instant, stammering: "No, no..."

"That's good." Huo Dashao chuckled, "It seems that I am over-minded, too, you have been shouting that it's good and comfortable before."

"Brother!" Du Jiu's face became even more red, and he was at a loss, wishing to find a place to sew and drill down.

This eldest brother made Huo Dashao’s mind the situation where the boy was pressed under him, crying and begging to call his brother, although he knew that the two were not brothers, there was still an indescribable sense of pleasure, let He couldn't help but bullied him and assaulted him, making him sobbing, moaning and spitting out the word brother.

Because his eyes were facing each other, Du Jiu almost immediately noticed the change in his eyes, was taken aback, and quickly took his arm: "I'm hungry, let's get down."

Huo Dashao narrowed his gaze and shook his hand: "Okay."

I thought I had done it for the first time, and the president's father didn't touch him for the next three days. Du Jiu didn't care, anyway, he just had to send a haircut before the next Changchun silk attack.

Of course, the self-control of the president's father was obviously not enough to last for ten days, and by the fourth day he broke the power, and he pulled Du Jiu directly into the study.

Xing also held him on his head to the balcony of the study room. The balcony was semi-open. The servant could see it as long as he stood in the garden and looked up. Du Jiu had to cooperate with him to play a game of refusing to welcome him.

Then for the next half month, the two of them did it in the dark at home, and tried it wherever they could be used.

Du Jiu wanted to take back the previous argument that the president's father is not as good as Qin Jiuzhao. He felt that if he had enough time for the president's father, it would not be a problem to catch up with Qin Jiuzhao.

In a blink of an eye, when Huo Chaohua went home, the summer camp took one and a half months. When the third episode of Changchunsi came, she ended the summer camp and returned home.

When she walked in, Du Jiu was lying in the living room with the president's father to watch a movie. Seeing her, almost instantly, he bounced aside from the president's father and at the same time withdrew the hand held by the president's father.

"Xiao, Xiaohua..." He smiled at Huo Chaohua, but didn't see the president's father gradually sinking behind him.