Dedicated to the unfathomable gold master

Chapter 37

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At [-]:[-], it was Cheng Shao's usual time to wake up.

Cheng Shao opened his eyes, and there was a hot cylindrical object on his waist, which made him frown slightly, thinking that it was the person he took with him in the bar last night when he was drunk, so he turned his head slowly, He wanted to see what the person who had fun with him last night looked like.

……

"bump!"

Song Ran was woken up alive by being kicked from the bed to the bottom of the bed by the grown-up.

"You, you!" Cheng Shao pointed at Song Ran, his lips were trembling and he couldn't speak a complete sentence.

Song Ran was forced to wake up from the dream, clutching her kicked waist, and smiled at Cheng Shao with a confused face. "Good morning."

Cheng Shao was furious, he stretched out his leg and wanted to kick again, he inadvertently pulled the painful small round hole, a stream of liquid gushed out from it, dripping down the base of his thigh onto the bed.

Cheng Shao's ears turned red, and he continued to give Song Ran a vicious look, grabbed the paper on the cabinet, wiped it vigorously, put on his clothes and went out.

Song Ran was still half asleep and half awake, he watched Cheng Shao leave with his eyes half open, took out the mobile phone from Cheng Shao's pocket and put it in his underwear, curled up on the carpet and fell asleep again.

Cheng Shao, who was in a state of confusion, didn't notice the disappearance of his mobile phone. He pretended to be calm and walked out of the room, and entered the elevator. The staff in the elevator bowed politely to Cheng Shao at ninety degrees, and asked, "Which floor do you want to go to?"

"First floor." After Cheng Shao finished speaking, he raised his neck and looked ahead.The staff continued to ask: "Do you want to leave the hotel?"

"Isn't that nonsense?" Cheng Shao's face became even colder.

The staff member straightened up, with a smile showing only eight big teeth on his face, and said: "Then, to keep warm, please change your shoes."

Cheng Shao bowed his head.

On his feet, he was wearing simple disposable slippers.

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Because Mr. Bai's illness is harmful, 26 cameras were installed in the villa to ensure the safety of Zheng He's life, so that he can basically understand Mr. Bai's condition at the first time.

At this moment, Mr. Bai's personal doctor was watching the video from the camera attentively.

Sang Bei pushed open the door, saw the middle-aged man looking at the computer with a red face, and coughed lightly.

The middle-aged doctor remained indifferent and continued to concentrate.

Sang Bei was a little curious by him, and quietly stood behind the middle-aged doctor, looking at the video——

The designer specially brought the big rosewood bed from Africa. Zheng He stripped naked and looked at Mr. Bai pitifully. The next moment, Mr. Bai took out his tie and tied it on Zheng He's eyes. Zheng He felt uncomfortable. Opening his mouth to speak, he struggled to break free, but was unable to move because of the iron chain tied around his neck.

The screen was too small, and Sang Bei only saw a white person in the video, but he didn't see who that person was, so he said, "Mr. Bai pays your salary, but you spend your working time watching pornographic movies?"

The middle-aged doctor was scared to death.

"Hey, I'm going to your uncle's Sangbei! Can you make a noise next time your mother comes in?"

Sang Bei raised his eyebrows, his beautiful Danfeng eyes stared at the middle-aged doctor quietly.

The middle-aged doctor shut up awkwardly.

Sang Bei said: "Can you speak in normal, non-swear words?"

The middle-aged doctor looked at Sang Bei with the eyes of 'you underestimate me so much', and said, "You are fucking insulting my IQ, have I ever used dirty words in my fucking words? Fuck you."

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In order to prevent Sang Bei from deducting his meager salary on the ground of "watching pornographic movies during working hours", the middle-aged doctor, like Xian Bao, enlarged Mr. Bai's video, so that Sang Bei could clearly see the real content in the video.

At this time, Mr. Bai had already entered Zheng He's body.

Mr. Bai is still wearing a casual suit, but he just unzips his trousers, while Zheng He is much more miserable. He is blindfolded and chained around his neck. on the ball.

Sang Bei remembered that Bai Dong did not have such a hobby, so he asked suspiciously: "Bai Dong is..."

As soon as the middle-aged doctor opened his mouth, Sang Bei said, "If I hear one more swear word, your salary for this month will be deducted by [-]." : "Mr. Bai is ill."

Sang Bei judged for a moment, and said: "I think you should change the treatment method. Zheng He's current situation is not very good. After all, we don't know whether Mr. Bai will act aggressively against him."

The middle-aged doctor shook his head vigorously, exited the video, and clicked on a folder named [Patient Information], which was densely packed with videos.

Sang Bei randomly clicked on one of the videos, in which Zheng He was hung and tied to the shower, and Mr. Bai raised his leg and groaned.

Sang Bei's face twitched, and he looked at the middle-aged doctor with shocked eyes, and asked, "How dare you hide Mr. Bai's private videos? And you secretly edited so many videos and compiled them into a folder?"

The middle-aged doctor coughed and his face was red, his assistant said flatly: "Everything is for the illness." He reached out to close the video and opened another.

... In this video, Zheng He was tortured even more unbearably.

After watching all the videos, Sangbei's impression of Mr. Bai has changed by leaps and bounds.

The middle-aged doctor's assistant said: "This is all the videos of Mr. Bai and Zheng He having sex in the past one and a half months. What do you think?"

Sang Bei felt depressed, and murmured, "Mr. Bai's skills are really good."

"No, it is Zheng He who has become more and more resistant to pressure under such high-intensity torture, so the treatment will continue."

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Zheng He in the villa yawned and got up from the bed, got up to make lunch, but he didn't know that he and Mr. Bai had been peeped by others just now.

Mr. Bai put his arms around Zheng He's waist, opened his clothes, and licked them.

Zheng He was still very sensitive, twisted uncomfortably, covered Mr. Bai's troubled lips with his hands, and said out of breath, "Stop it, I'm going to cook, aren't you hungry?"

Mr. Bai pushed Zheng He's hand away, lay on the bed and stared at him, saying, "I can't eat it."

Zheng He touched Mr. Bai's face that was getting thinner and thinner, and said distressedly: "Eat less, I will cook again when I am hungry, I have to eat."

Mr. Bai was noncommittal, pinched Zheng He's neck and kissed Zheng He's neck long and moist, before sending him to the crutches again.

In fact, Mr. Bai had already told the doctor that his illness was not serious this time when he was briefly awake. First of all, apart from visual and auditory hallucinations, his digestive function was able to eat food under Zheng He's daily diet, and He chewed smoothly, and secondly, he did not show self-abuse or harming others during this attack. Zheng He is not counted, so there is no accident. He only needs to recuperate for a while and gradually reduce the use of medicines, and he can temporarily restore his previous life. You don't need to stay in the villa all day and you can't go out.