It was dawn in R City.

A man's pitiful crying and begging came from a three-story detached mansion in the Regal District of the Fragrant Hill.

This voice had been intermittent for six or seven days. From the first struggle and yelling to the weaker pleading, which made people feel distressed.

Every time someone passed this villa, they couldn't help shaking their heads, but no one dared to say a word.

Because when talking about the owner of this house, everyone pointed to the sky.

Who dared to meddle with young master's affair?

At this moment, Zackrey was fucking Qwincy freely as if he wanted to vent the grievances of the past three years.

Zackrey's cool fingers slid along Qwincy's smooth ankle onto his thigh, stroking his delicate side of her waist. After a while, Zackrey's finger from Qwincy's fluffy hair slip down, stick to the back of Qwincy's neck to his ear. His earlobe was held between the Zackrey's fingers to play. Qwincy's earlobe was white and pink, and Zackrey could not help tasting one mouthful and licking it in the mouth.

The kiss began on the forehead, and Zackrey wildly made his marks on Qwincy. It would be nice to be covered with his breath. He kissed him on the neck, kissed him on the fine fine collarbone, planted a dot of red fruit in his chest, then kept his shy nipples in his mouth and made him tremble.

Qwincy bit his fist and tried not to make a sound of shame.

Zackrey reached out his hand and caught him around the waist. With his other hand, he scooped up the back of his head, closing the gap between them. Zackrey chuckled, his waist jerked forward fiercely, and Qwincy let out a painful grunt.

"Yell, why didn't you yell? Huh? Isn't it time you wrote an anonymous letter to report me?"

Qwincy's tears dripped onto the snow-white sheets like a stream, not knowing whether it was distressed or body aches.

He didn't expect that what he had reported anonymously would be discovered by Zackrey.

"Zackrey...you...you are a fucking bastard..." Qwincy's voice was weak and hoarse, and the swear words came out of his mouth not only without deterrence, but also a bit more stubbornly sexy.

Zackrey pulled Qwincy's hair from his back and sneered, "Just a few words over and over again? Can you change something? For example, beg me to spoil you well."

Qwincy tilted his head upside down, his voice smashed, "Zack...Zackrey, I want to tell you Grandpa, tell Minister Harris."

Zackrey's eyes suddenly turned fierce, and his movements became fiercer.

Qwincy curled up his waist and abdomen, and couldn't help but gasp, as big beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks.

"Qwincy, do you think my grandfather can still take care of me now? Do you think you can still let him send me abroad with an anonymous letter like three years ago?"

"Do you know how I came back this time? The old man personally approved and invited me back!"

Qwincy sank to the bottom in an instant, and the only weight that could threaten Zackrey was gone.

"Zack... Zackrey, you... this beast, I... I want to sue you..."

Zackrey snorted disdainfully, and pointed to the bedsheets and said: "Baby, look at this wet thing is all yours, what are you accusing me? Are you accusing me of making you comfortable for a few days and nights?"

"You..." Qwincy trembled all over, but the stickiness of this bed was really hard to explain.

Zackrey leaned down and pressed him to Qwincy's ear, and threatened with a low voice, "Qwincy, it's time for you to pay for the sins I suffered over the past three years."

Qwincy's back was instantly covered with cold sweat, crying and begging: "Zackrey, on earth...how are you willing to let me go?"

Zackrey chuckled, and whispered a few words with Qwincy's earlobe in his mouth.

Qwincy's body froze, and his heart started to hurt.

He closed his eyes for a long time, and desperately compromised: "Okay, I promise you!"

There was a sound of "take a tile to complete a set of three", "east wind" and "eight characters" playing mahjong in the VIP box of a luxurious club in R City.

If people didn't know them, people might just think they were the rich second generation. Who would have thought that these young people who were twentysomethings were actually from the powerful and wealthy families who held the economic lifeline of R City. A stomp of any house would make R City tremble. If they cooperate, the R city would be turned upside down.

"Zack, you go back to R city seven days before you think of looking for us brothers out for entertainment. I only remembered to find a few brothers to go out for entertainment. Instead of going to the Paradise Club, we are playing mahjong here?" Neal Flores bit a cigarette in his mouth and threw one dot.

Zackrey Harris casually touched a card and glanced at Neal Flores, "You go to nightclub everyday, can your body bear it?"

When Neal spoke, the cigarette in his mouth moved, "I am not as good as you who practice sanda all the year round, and I am more than enough than the useless rich second generation in R city."

While speaking, he threw one dick into the card pool.

Haley Evans happily took one dick into his hand, pushed the card, "I won! A complete sequence from 1 to 9."

Neal's cigarette fell onto the mahjong table in an instant, and his neck stretched out, carefully looking at Haley's cards on the mahjong table, damn it, he really won.

He lost half a house in the city center.

"Damn, what the hell is your luck, stop playing, stop playing. Let's go to drink. Zack, go, go, go, let's drink." Neal pulled Zackrey's arm as he pulled his cards on the table.

Haley was not angry either, leaned back on the chair, smiled and said, "Today, if you can let Young Master Zackrey go to Paradise Club, you won the game just now."

Dallas Clarke smiled and said nothing.

Neal Flores glanced at the two of them, and his face suddenly became sullen. "What do you mean? We both grew up together, you guys don't want to tell me something?"

Dallas took a peek at Zackrey. There was still a gap between the Dallas's family and Zackrey's family. Seeing that Zackrey didn't speak, he didn't dare to speak without permission. When he was happy, he could say anything. When he was unhappy, even Minister Harris, his grandfather whipped him, he would not compromise.

Neal saw that Dallas and Haley didn't speak, and he asked Zackrey, "What do you mean? Who said he was so fierce top back then? You went to a foreign country and was squeezed out by a foreign girl?"

Zackrey opened the cigarette case and took a cigarette out, lowered his head and lit it, "I haven't used my cock for 20 years, but it's still better than yours!!"

Haley patted Neal on his shoulder, and said, "Don't guess, don't you know Zack's mind?"

Neal blinked and said, "I know what, I'm not the roundworm in his stomach!"

Suddenly he cursed and looked at Zackrey, "It's not because of that boy Qwincy again, right?"

Zackrey shook off a piece of soot and did not deny it.

Neal sat down on the chair, muttering, "It's over, why are you entangled with him again. That Qwincy is so good? Is he worth you tumbling over and over again? You forget your hatred of being sent abroad for the past three years?"

Zackrey didn't speak, and glanced at the watch on his wrist. It was 10:30. Qwincy said that he had an operation in the evening, and it was probably time for him to get off the operating table now.

Suddenly, there was a pouring rain outside, crackling on the glass.

Zackrey put out the cigarette butt, got up and walked to the window, his thick brows tightened. He called Qwincy. It rang for a long time before answering.

"Why you answer so slowly?" Zackrey said, but kept his eyes on the rain outside the window.

Qwincy's voice was as cold as ever, "I just got off the operating table, changing clothes."

Zackrey hummed, "I will let York come to pick you up. You don't drive by yourself."

Qwincy wanted to refuse, but he knew that Zackrey's words were just a notice to him, not a discussion, so he agreed.

"I'm playing cards with my friends tonight. I may go home later. You can make something yourself if you want to eat, or let the restaurant deliver it if you don't want to cook."

Qwincy replied, "Okay."

Zackrey sneered, "This sentence you answer was quick. You don't want to see me so much?"

Qwincy paused over there and said, "No."

Zackrey put the microphone close, and a warm and deep voice came into Qwincy's ear, "It doesn't matter if there is, I will fuck you until you don't."

Qwincy breathed, his voice seemed a little flustered, "I hang up first, my colleague called me."

Zackrey recovered his voice and said it like a gift, "Go, wait for me at home."

Qwincy pressed the hang-up button coldly with his finger, and leaned back against the closet, feeling confused. After three years, this bully was going to torture him endlessly...

When Qwincy walked to the gate of the hospital with a briefcase, his head suddenly felt dizzy, and the shadows in front of him were virtual and real.

He had hypoglycemia in the first place, he had been working a lot of overtime these days, had a bad rest, and was dizzy from time to time. He never took it seriously, but this time it was a bit serious.

As a brain doctor, he intuitively felt that this was not caused by hypoglycemia.

York White was sitting in the car, staring at the door, and suddenly found a thin figure holding the door without moving. It was Qwincy.

He hurried over with an umbrella.

"Brother Qwincy, what's the matter with you?" York noticed the strangeness of Qwincy.

Qwincy shook his head slightly, took York's umbrella, straightened up and said, "It's okay, let's go!"

York followed Qwincy suspiciously and walked towards the car.

It was a black and shiny Bugatti Veyron, especially eye-catching.

Qwincy frowned unconsciously.

In order to avoid being too eye-catching, he stomped on water quickly and got into the car within a few steps.

York also got into the driver's seat and drove towards Zackrey's villa.

Qwincy rubbed his temples with her hands from time to time while sitting in the back seat. He thought he would feel more comfortable, but the headache was not relieved, but tended to get worse.

York glanced at the rearview mirror and said concerned: "Brother Qwincy, you don't look well, do you want me to take you back to the hospital?"

"It's okay, maybe it's hypoglycemia. I'll just go get something to eat." Qwincy's voice was trembling.

He had three operations after having lunch at noon, and he didn't even have time to eat dinner. This was probably the reason.

York saw Qwincy's attitude resolutely and didn't say anything, he stepped on the accelerator to the end.

Bugatti made a violent buzzing sound in an instant, and the shadow of a car that was extremely fast disappeared into the night.

When he got home, Qwincy took off his coat and went into the kitchen, trying to cook a bowl of noodles for himself, but before the water boiled, his head felt as if it were bursting. The pain was getting worse and worse.

Qwincy turned off the fire hurriedly, held his head, and went to the cupboard in the living room to search for painkillers.

Fortunately, although Zackrey's family didn't have many medicines, ibuprofen was available.

Qwincy couldn't stand the pain. He tore two capsules and stuffed it into his mouth. He swallowed before even drinking water.

Then the whole person curled up into the sofa with holding his calf.

Maybe the painkiller worked, or maybe he was so tired that he fell asleep on the sofa unknowingly.

When he woke up again, he was in Zackrey's arms, and the man was holding him and walking upstairs to the bedroom.

Qwincy saw Zackrey's eyes with unconcealable panic and alert.

"I can go by myself." Qwincy said as he was about to get out of Zackrey's arms.

Zackrey didn't speak, just faintly pressed Qwincy's hand, and the person in his arms immediately stopped moving.

"York said you have hypoglycemia?" Zackrey said as he put the person on the bed.

He was playing cards, and York called him after he had sent him home, telling him what he saw.

The special treatment of Qwincy by his own boss forced him to do things more carefully.

After Zackrey listened, he hurried home as soon as he threw the card. When he entered the door, he saw Qwincy tucked away in the corner of the sofa.

Looking around, there was not a pair of bowls and chopsticks on the dining room table. Walking into the kitchen, there was water that hasn't had time to boil in the pot, and there was a bag of unopened noodles next to it.

This guy didn't eat anything.

"Too many operations today, I didn't have time to eat." Qwincy said vaguely.

"I asked the restaurant to deliver it." Zackrey said not an interrogative sentence but an affirmative sentence.

Qwincy's head was no longer dizzy. At this moment, he just wanted to sleep. After three operations, he didn't even have the strength to lift his arms.

"I don't want to eat, I'm so tired and want to sleep." Qwincy said without a trace that he didn't want to do anything tonight.

How could Zackrey not hear it.

He put the quilt on Qwincy and called the restaurant directly to order four dishes and one soup.

Qwincy knew that it was useless to stop, so he didn't say anything.

After the call was hung up, Zackrey turned over and was about to hug Qwincy, but was avoided by Qwincy.

"I'm very tired today." Qwincy repeated to that man.

He was really tired, standing all afternoon and one night, his waist can't support, and he really didn't have the energy to deal with Zackrey's marathon sex.

Zackrey looked at the arm with nothing, smiled slightly, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.

The silk quilt covered by Qwincy disappeared with his pajamas.

"Zackrey... I'm really... I'm really tired..." Qwincy hugged his naked body and shrank at the corner of the bed.

Zackrey hadn't planned to do Qwincy in the first place, but at the sight of his deserted look, he got angry.

Qwincy saw Zackrey staring at him with a sullen face, and he was already panicked. He knew that he had provoked this madman who pretended to be humane again.

But he was really tired, especially in these days with Zackrey, physically and mentally. He was burdened with exhaustion that could not be added.

Zackrey didn't think so, he felt that Qwincy was deliberately disobeying himself.

He pulled Qwincy into his arms without tenderly, his eyes were red and full of desire.

"Tired? You won't be tired after a while." The man's voice was full of disdain.

Zackrey always said that he could do it, and he was unambiguous even to do that.

Zackrey pressed up and kissed the person under him seriously, holding his full lower lip and lip nibbles, tasting the sweet body fluid inside, and then grabbing the tongue that wanted to evade and sucking hard, bringing a wave of obscene sizzle sound.

He buried in Qwincy's neck, gnawing and licking, tossing and tasting, leaving a wonderful pink mark on his fair skin. Following the side neck all the way up, biting at his cute and bouncy small earlobe, the tip of the tongue licked the crispy auricle, the rubbing and kneading movements of the hands continued, and the person under him twisted his waist impatiently. Suddenly Zackrey used force to support Qwincy's round buttocks and let the two slender and beautiful thighs rest on his shoulders. He licked the soft flesh of the thighs. Qwincy couldn't hold back and let out a groan. Zackrey was very satisfied, biting along the white and tender skin of the thighs, not letting go on the other side, sucking a few blush marks.

Zackrey's fingers were a bit rough to find the position inside, and the fingertips alternately pressed the sensitive spot repeatedly, applying continuous and continuous stimulation. Qwincy quickly curled up his toes unbearably, and the white and tender thighs tightened. The panting sound also became flustered and hurried.

Zackrey was satisfied, took his fingers out, and replaced them with his own big cock and pushed in wildly. Every time it was deep and accurate, it reached Qwincy's sensitive point.

He actually fucked Qwincy three times that night.

No matter how Qwincy begged for mercy, Zackrey just didn't let him go, until the cry of the people under him became weaker and weaker, and Zackrey pulled out his body like a gift to him.

The delivery person didn't dare to call again after being yelled at by Zackrey on the first phone call.

After the sex, it was already more than 3 in the morning, and Qwincy was so tired that he couldn't open his eyelids.

But compared to before, he was still much better, and he wouldn't be fainted after fucked by that person. Now he was at least sane except for the unbearable pain there.

Zackrey went to the bathroom with Qwincy in his arms. He had always handled Qwincy carefully, and Qwincy never rejected Zackrey's rare gentleness in this regard.

It was convenient for him to use him better if he was not injured, Qwincy thought so.

Qwincy didn't feel a trace of aliveness until the warm, light salt water spread over his body.

Zackrey was sitting by the bath, holding a towel and carefully wiping his body that was red and mottled by himself. How many days and nights he had wanted to do this, and now he finally got what he wanted.

Qwincy closed his eyes, her curled eyelashes cast a small shadow, and the already heavy dark circles could not be covered.

Zackrey could see it clearly.

"Don't go to the hospital, stay at home obediently. You'll never spend all my money in ten lifetimes."

After hearing Zackrey's words, Qwincy finally had a reaction.

He opened his eyes tiredly, and his clear pupils stared at the bathroom wall unfocused.

"No, that's my job." Qwincy's voice was low, but very firm.

Zackrey came back this time and talked to Qwincy several times about asking him to resign, but Qwincy refused.

In his opinion, the rubbish job was tiring and hopeless, and he really didn't know what Qwincy was obsessed with.

"I said no, no! Every day there is a smell of disinfectant water on your body. It can not be washed, it smells bad." The man's tone was tough, and there was a sense of disgust between his words.

Qwincy finally got a little expression on his face, he tilted his head to look at Zackrey, and pulled out an inexplicable smile, "Then you let me go, so as not to disturb your eyes."

Zackrey knew that Qwincy would say this, because it was not the first time. Every time he complained about the smell of him, Qwincy made the same statement.

For so long, this person's personality was the same as the smell of disinfectant on his body, deeply rooted in the blood, and had not changed.

But this time he had time to wash away the smell he didn't like, and remove the bones of his disobedience.