Rebirth of Invincibility

Walking into the VIP private room of the hotel, another kind of elegance comes to your face. All the decorations are exceptionally graceful and luxurious. The huge crystal chandelier exudes a dim and ambiguous light, which is romantic and elegant, showing that very

elegant grade

Sitting on the large and soft bed was a thin young man, wearing only a white shirt. From Zheng Moxie's position, one could clearly see the cyan veins on his fair neck.

The hair behind the ears is slightly long, and the pure black hair covers a part of the neck. The strong visual impact gives people a very soft feeling.

As if aware of Zheng Moxie's gaze, Yan Ling turned around with a smile on his lips, but he looked inexplicably pitiful: "...Mr. Zheng, I want to eat a piece of cake first..."

Zheng Moxie: "..."

After getting the tacit consent, Yan Ling trotted to take the plate on the other side. In fact, the food in such high-end clubs is usually just a decoration, and few people actually eat it. As far as Zheng Moxie knew, Yan Ling was the second person he saw.

The first person to eat in such a club was Han Ruoqi...

Yan Ling obviously didn't feel his deep gaze, and just ate by himself, shaking his two slender white legs.

Zheng Moye sat by the bed and waited patiently for him, but there was something funny in her eyes.

After cleaning the last piece of cake on the plate, Yan Ling lifted his fingers and stared at Zheng Moxie and said slowly: "That..."

"Which one?" Zheng Moxie suddenly realized that this child's brain tissue might be similar to Han Ruoqi's. "Um...I heard that sleeping with you for one night will make you a lot of money, right?" The corner of Yan Ling's mouth twitched twice to tell the truth.

said...

The corner of Zheng Moxie's mouth was also a little stiff. This was the first time I heard someone ask such destructive words at this time: "...Yes, if I am satisfied."

He nodded and smiled gently at Yan Ling

Yan Ling swallowed his saliva and looked at him with a hint of caution: "Satisfied? Is there a standard? What is the fee? Time or..."

Yan Ling counted on his fingers. Zheng Moxie was a little confused when he saw him like this. He leaned over and put his arms around his shoulders, and then gently touched his earlobe: "....You are enough to satisfy me.

"

Immediately, he pushed him down on the bed. The young man's fair and silky skin was particularly fascinating, especially when Yan Ling's breath was filled with the smell of cake=="stop!" Yan Ling stopped Zheng Moye from stretching.

She put her hand into his clothes, then straightened up and gave him a troubled look: "Brother Ming is settling the bill, you have to agree with me on the price!"

Zheng Moxie raised his eyebrows, and there was some fiery color in his eyes: "What? Are you short of money?"

Yan Ling nodded and rolled his eyes: "Of course, if I had money, would I still show up here?"

"What do you want to do with the money?" Zheng Moxie looked up at him

Yan Ling shrugged: "I can't even pay the tuition fees, damn it! This is the tragedy of students in China. After nine years of compulsory education, tuition fees have to be charged. But without the college entrance examination, can I beat the second generation of rich people? This is obvious

It’s just blackmail in disguise!”

Seeing his indignant look, Zheng Moxie actually saw the shadow of Han Ruoqi in him: "How old are you? Are you in high school or college?"

Yan Ling also sat back on the bed: "Sixteen, sophomore in high school."

"Which school?" Zheng Moxie suddenly became very interested in this boy.

"Idesloe"

"Idesloe?" Zheng Moxie was surprised. Han Ruoqi was also in that school...

"Then do you know Han Ruoqi?" The moment he mentioned this name, Zheng Moxie's expression changed obviously, but he was forced to mention it by the string in his heart.

Yan Ling nodded, looked at the ceiling and thought for a long time: "Well, he seems to be quite awesome, hey... I guess he is another rich second generation!"

Zheng Moxie smiled and felt that this child's hatred of rich people was even stronger than that of Han Ruoqi: "How about I support you?"

Yan Ling was stunned for a moment: "How to raise it?"

Zheng Moxie's thin lips opened slightly, and she faintly uttered two words: "Nurture..."

Yan Ling: "......"

I don't know how long it took, but Yan Ling nodded: "Okay, but after finishing high school, can we terminate the relationship?"

"Yeah" Zheng Moxie agreed simply, but felt that this little guy was getting more and more fun.

"Just call me 'Xie' from now on." Zheng Moxie held his shoulders, but Yan Ling trembled slightly because of that domineering aura.

The aura on Yan Ling's body seemed to really attract him. Zheng Moxie looked at his side face, and then it slowly overlapped with Han Ruoqi's face in his memory. He finally couldn't help it anymore. Without any scruples, he directly

Thrown him down on the bed

It seemed that all the nostalgia and resentment towards Han Ruoqi were put on Yan Ling, Zheng Moxie was sprinting on him like a wild beast.

Being treated with such rough actions, Yan Ling started sobbing later: "Evil...be gentler...it hurts..."

The boy's clear and ambiguous moans echoed in his ears, and his thoughts seemed to have returned to the past. However, Zheng Moxie felt that the world had stopped at that second. He slowly stopped moving and stared sharply at the person under him.

, At this time, Yan Ling's eyes were covered with a layer of mist, his cheeks turned crimson due to lust, and the sweat emitted a little light on his forehead.

In my memory, Han Ruoqi was always afraid of pain. Every time she couldn't bear it, she would shout his name and "evil". At that time, I was also afraid that he would get hurt and that he would be unhappy. These things

It seems that he is the one who makes the decision.

Zheng Moye smiled. Different from the previous smiles, this smile was gentle and even exuded warmth, just like the winter sun, which warms people's hearts.

He gently leaned down and kissed the sweat off Yan Ling's forehead. This man really looked like Han Ruoqi...

Is it possible to continue deceiving oneself and others like this? Is it possible to really put Han Ruoqi out of my mind...

Yan Ling's body was trembling and was already red. The sheets under him were shockingly stained with blood, but Zheng Moxie didn't seem to see it. He just instinctively rushed into his body, and finally let out a deep and hoarse roar:

"Qiqi..."

Finally, he released himself, and then lay down next to Yan Ling panting. Yan Ling was almost fainted from the torture, and his pale and blue face was covered with tears, showing a touch of sadistic beauty...

Raising his hand to gently trace Yan Ling's face, Zheng Moxie smiled bitterly, and then said lightly: "Qiqi, I love you..."

His voice was very soft, and the moment he said it, it floated in the air...