There was a man named Jiang Mo

Before Xia Yang rushed back to the company, he heard Jiang Mo asking for leave, his voice was much lower than usual, as if he was suffering from illness.

Just when Xia Yang was concentrating on hearing which hospital he was going to, Jiang Mo stopped a taxi and reported his address.

Obviously not feeling well, why didn't he go to the hospital? Xia Yang stared at the bewildered head, turned the car, and drove towards Jiang Mo's residence.

There was a familiar heavy breathing sound from the earphones, which gradually took away Xia Yang's attention.

What the hell is Jiang Mo doing at home, and why is he making such weird noises.Are you sick?

Xia Yang came to Jiang Mo's residence familiarly, and knocked on the door. He could clearly feel that the sound from the earphones disappeared from the moment he knocked on the door, and he couldn't even hear the sound of breathing for a while.

After a while, Xia Yang heard footsteps, the sound of bare feet stepping on the wooden board.

Jiang Mo didn't wear shoes.

This idea rushed into Xia Yang's mind first, and then Xia Yang couldn't control his thoughts, and began to guess what Jiang Mo was doing in the house.

The door opened, and when Jiang Mo saw the person at the door, his expression was subtle, and after a moment, he returned to normal.

Xia Yang looked at Jiang Mo, whose complexion was reddish, and the eye sockets were moist, his eyes darkened, but he was restrained and calm, "I heard Liang Shui and the others say that you are sick."

Jiang Mo's expression flickered slightly, and he still maintained the posture of refusing Xia Yang's entry, "It's nothing, I just didn't have a good rest last night."

After Jiang Mo finished speaking, his expression paused slightly. Speaking of which, he was originally lying on the sofa last night, but finally woke up on the bed. No need to think about it, he knew that it was Xia Yang who brought him back to the bedroom yesterday.

"It's my fault. I should have come out earlier yesterday to blow-dry your hair. You have a cold. Do you have any medicine at home?"

As Xia Yang said, he pushed Jiang Mo in, without giving Jiang Mo a chance to refuse.

"I am fine."

Jiang Mo emphasized once that the meaning of seeing off guests between words is obvious.

"My face is so red, I'm sweating all over my body, and I said it's not serious, maybe it's a fever."

Xia Yang completely ignored Jiang Mo's tactful refusal, reached out to grab the person with his hands behind his back and brought him in front of his eyes.

Xia Yang thought that he would resist, so he was very strong, but Jiang Mo's body was exceptionally obedient, and immediately bumped into his arms.

Jiang Mo was wearing a long-sleeved Oxford shirt with a slightly open neckline, and the hem of the cuffs hung down, covering the clenched fists of his fingers.

Xia Yang slid down the straight shoulders, and wrapped Jiang Mo's clenched fist in his palm without hesitation.

Jiang Mo's ten fingers are long and slender, but the palm is not big, just enough to fill Xia Yang's palm.Xia Yang took the posture of pulling in, and rubbed his forehead against Jiang Mo's.

Breathing tangled.

It does get a little hot.

"open"

Jiang Mo didn't expect that Xia Yang would go to shake his hand, the calmness in his eyes cracked, revealing a trace of panic.

Xia Yang is like a powerful invading pirate, occupying his territory, digging out the secrets that he tried desperately to cover up.

Jiang Mo's face darkened.

He recalled the scene ten years ago. At that time, the sensitivity to finger pain was not as dependent as it is now, but because of his youth, he always involuntarily obtained pleasure by wearing the pulps of his fingers in the depths of the night.

However, when this abnormal behavior accidentally fell into the eyes of others, Jiang Mo was labeled as a masochist.

Gradually, someone began to deliberately leave wounds on his hands for the pleasure of teasing him.

Later, Jiang Mo would wrap his hands with layers of adhesive tape, and then put on gloves to isolate any irritation to his fingers.

Even so, Jiang Mo was still labeled as a masochist for a long time, and until he graduated from university, he always had good things to ask him to verify this matter.

The most serious one was at the [-]th anniversary celebration of Dongda University. When he went to the bathroom, he was separated from his classmates and was blocked in the bathroom.

Xia Yang watched the suddenly weak person slide down his body, and finally sat down on the ground with a pale complexion and shortness of breath.

"Jiang Mo, what's wrong with you." Xia Yang stretched out his hand and failed to catch the person who had slipped, his tone became anxious and panicked.

Jiang Mo lowered his head, his face was pale, and his eyes were full of panic. When Jiang Mo tried to lift his head up, his stomach convulsed and he threw up Xia Yang's arms.

Xia Yang's movements froze, but before he had any other reaction, Jiang Mo had already curled up into a ball, resting his head on his body, closing his eyes and murmuring in pain.

Xia Yang took off the clothes of the two of them, carried Jiang Mo into the bathroom.During the whole process, Jiang Mo didn't let go of his clenched hand.

There is only one shower in the small bathroom. Two people squeezed in, and it was difficult to stretch their arms and legs. Xia Yang supported the ginger powder that wanted to slide down at any time with one hand, and poured water in the other hand. He was worried that the ginger powder would catch cold again. Xia Yang adjusted the temperature to 36 degrees. Close to the temperature of human body temperature.

Hot water poured down on his head and face, Jiang Mo was like a drowning fish, struggling to escape, but was held down by a pair of hands indiscriminately.

The scorching water penetrated into the tightly clenched palms, and Jiang Mo's heart palpitated, and he stretched out his hands behind his back in the posture of being hugged by Xia Yang.Pink blood trickled down her drooping fingertips, smashing a flower on the floor.

The moist water vapor adhered to the surface of the skin, and the hot pain was sealed in the flesh, rampaging and screaming to be released.

Xia Yang felt it right away, Xiao Jiangmo, who was unrestrained and flamboyant with the hot water.

When Xia Yang's hand reached out involuntarily, "...don't." Jiang Mo arched his body like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and opened the distance between their lower bodies.

With her back against the cold tiles, Jiang Mo was startled, her head resting on Xia Yang's neck, and her ten fingers dug into Xia Yang's well-textured back.

"Ginger"

The pain behind him made Xia Yang's voice hoarse when he opened his mouth, Jiang Mo didn't raise his head, no matter how Xia Yang rubbed him, Jiang Mo buried his face in Xia Yang's muscular neck.

Xia Yang turned his head and wanted to go to his relatives, but Jiang Mo suddenly pushed against the wall behind him, brushed a hand over the wound on his back that was washed by hot water, and covered Xia Yang's slightly parted red lips and thin teeth.

Finger pads were printed on the hard and sharp tooth peaks one by one, Jiang Mo closed his eyes and pressed hard until Xia Yang's mouth was filled with blood.

Accompanied by an obscure whimper, everything was moving in the direction that Jiang Mo didn't want but had to.

He probably really is a masochist.

When Xia Yang embraced him from behind and entered his body, Jiang Mo stared at the ceiling with empty eyes.The back and forth movements of the bitten finger and the body finally smoothed all the restless cells in the body.

It is really a perfect body, even if it is treated against physiological functions, it can still enjoy itself.Jiang Mo resigned himself to giving up resistance, those people were right, his body actually wanted to be like this.

Xia Yang kept digging somewhere, planting himself in a deeper place, the secret and moist folds soothed his sensitive nerve endings somewhere, making him get carried away and never want to come out.

"Senior, you are really comfortable there."

Holding his finger in his mouth, Xia Yang turned the person in front of him over and forced him to look at him.

When Jiang Mo was called out by him, his whole body trembled slightly, and somewhere tremblingly wanted to release it, but was blocked by a certain extra hand.

Jiang Mo impatiently pulled his hand out of Xia Yang's mouth, hooked his neck and kept pulling the distance between the two of them, and at the same time bit on the pulp of his own five fingers.

The bright red blood flowed along Xia Yang's well-defined chest into a place where the two were deeply connected.Somewhere, Xia Yang felt a sudden spasm in Jiang Mo's body.

No matter how hard the brain is, Xia Yang also has a general understanding of Jiang Mo's series of reactions. Jiang Mo's sexual sensitivity is different from that of ordinary people.

Jiang Mo's sexual sensitivity is the pain in his ten fingers.The more painful the ten fingers were, the more excited Xiao Jiang Mo was.

"Ginger, don't bite."

Xia Yang was worried that he would bite off his own finger if he bit it down, so he slowed down, picked him up with both hands, kissed the corner of his mouth, and coaxed him to let go.

The moment Jiang Mo let go, Xia Yang put his finger in his mouth and licked the blood on it.

And Jiang Mo also sprayed out his enthusiasm because of Xia Yang's licking.

Most of the injuries on Jiang Mo's ten fingers were practiced to restrain desire.Sometimes he chooses to deliberately aggravate the stimulation, but does not allow himself to release it, in this way to reduce the sensitivity of the ten fingers.

In recent years, almost masochistic restraint made Jiang Mo almost forget the feeling of release.

Because Jiang Mo was exhausted all over his body like a rootless duckweed, his hands drooped weakly, and the weight of his whole body was pressed on Xia Yang's waist and abdomen, being held like a baby, but fortunately he was not heavy, Xia Yang He is young and strong, and he holds it fairly securely.

"The water is too hot." Jiang Mo said a few words in a hoarse voice, almost exhausting all his strength.

"Not as hot as you."

Relying on his youth and strength, Xia Yang stood under the shower with Jiang Mo in his arms, letting the hot water wash away the traces on the two of them.

Jiang Mo put his hand on Xia Yang's shoulder, avoiding the hot water, and spoke calmly as if saying that the weather is a little hot and turn on the air conditioner, "Turn the water temperature to 27°C."

Xia Yang didn't understand Jiang Mo's stubbornness, so he adjusted the water temperature obediently, but he held Jiang Mo and adjusted it slowly at a grinding speed.

After he finished the adjustment, Jiang Mo no longer knew where he was.

Xia Yang worked till the sunset, Jiang Mo passed out, and then he rested contentedly.

So when he saw Su You's call, he connected happily.

Su You suppressed his temper, and asked as much as possible, "Did you already know who the bitch who seduced your father is?"

Xia Yang, who was rubbing Jiang Mo's body, shook his hand and poked the bruise on his waist and abdomen. Jiang Mo snorted, "No more."

Su You couldn't hear clearly, but the hoarse and low tone after the sex made her immediately vigilant, "Who is by your side?"

"Friends, let's eat and order together." Xia Yang said casually, his hands relaxed a lot.

"Really?" Su You was a little hesitant, but there were no other voices after that, which made her a little uncertain about the voice she just heard.

She didn't want to upset her son, so she didn't worry about it right away, "Are you in the same company as Jiang Mo?"

"Well, what happened?"

"Do you know that he is the chief culprit who seduces your father to like a man?"

"It's not him." Jiang Mo retorted in a positive tone.

"It's him. I got a video of Dongda's celebration ten years ago."

"I said I'll take care of it."

"Xiao Yang, your dad sent me a divorce agreement, but he didn't even see me. Do you know that your dad is planning to buy his company. The men your dad has been looking for in the past few years are all his substitutes. Your dad If you care so much about him, you will definitely give him all your property and everything, and you will lose everything."

"Then you can get a divorce as soon as possible before he gives his property to others, so that you can get more."

Xia Yang hung up the phone, only to find that Su You had sent him a video on WeChat.