northernbook Chapter 167 This is a case of hiding something.
Chapter 167 This is a case of hiding something.
chapter 167
Meng Youcheng dressed as he jogged, finally getting dressed before leaving the gate.
Without daring to stop for even a moment, he ran out as fast as he could.
When he ran home, it was already past 3 a.m. He was panting heavily when he closed the door.
Immediately afterwards, he slumped down on the floor, leaning against the door...
Exhausted and panting, he suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable, sticky and sticky all over. So he struggled to his feet, went to the bathroom, turned on the tap, and began to take off his clothes...
He looked exhausted in the mirror, his eyes sunken, a feeling he could sense physically. Only standing in front of the mirror did he realize just how tired he truly was.
I didn't have my glasses on me, and coupled with fatigue, I felt a bit dizzy and lightheaded.
After he took off all his clothes, he was completely stunned.
His body was covered with countless scratches of all sizes, as well as obvious teeth marks, the bites were very deep, especially on his neck, where rows of neat teeth marks looked painful.
Damn it... was that bastard born in the Year of the Dog?
Biting so hard...
Without thinking much, Meng Youcheng turned on the tap, stood under the shower, letting the hot water wash over his body, and comfortably closed his eyes...
The scene from not long ago couldn't help but flash through my mind.
At that moment, my consciousness was weak and my body was in great pain. I could only keep groaning. Looking up a little, I saw that Feng Jingsheng had already come to me.
He gripped the sheets in pain, groaning softly, his brow furrowed, and whispered repeatedly in his ear, "Baby...no...be gentle, it really...hurts..."
Although I heard those words, my consciousness was too weak.
Feng Jingsheng cried out in pain, feeling extremely uncomfortable because the dosage was too high, and this amount was far from enough to satisfy his body's desires.
Feng Jingsheng was perhaps intimidated by this momentum. He patted the bed and said, "I can't take it anymore... it hurts so much! I'm not fucking done! I can't take it anymore! You're like a mad dog...!"
Seeing the boy trying to leave, that faint consciousness suddenly surged, and her body moved uncontrollably, jerking her up and shoving him onto the bed...
Feng Jingsheng was so frustrated that he kept cursing. After a while, he started yelling for help and begging for mercy, but it was no use. His limited consciousness could only drive Meng Youcheng crazy; he couldn't do anything else...
Even so, the body still did not get much relief.
Feng Jinsheng kept cursing, "Fuck your mother, you're so fierce, and you're still complaining!"
Feng Jingsheng was covered in sweat...
So... all of this was done by Lao Tzu?
Meng Youcheng suddenly opened his eyes in the hot water, wiped his cheeks, and muttered, "I'm speechless... How the hell did I become so perverted? Damn it... He saw me being so perverted, how am I ever going to face anyone now?"
He stood under the shower, hesitated for a long time, and finally turned off the tap and sighed.
Forget about it, the mission is the priority.
The first time he went to the toilet, he seemed to find that mysterious study. It was locked with a golden lock and was in a very secluded location, close to the toilet. If he wasn't mistaken, there must be something hidden in that place.
However, there was always a crowd moving around, and he couldn't find an opportunity to make his move...
What should we do then?
Moreover, he wasn't sure if that was actually a study; what if it wasn't?
Meng Youcheng rubbed his face, feeling extremely depressed.
To be honest... this "heartthrob" status is a double-edged sword. If it weren't for this guy, I probably wouldn't have had a chance to get into his house. If there's really no other way, then I can only...
Ugh……
Meng Youcheng sighed, dried himself off, and returned to his bedroom.
……
Having not slept a wink all night, Meng Youcheng returned to school as usual. The female teacher next door saw him, quite puzzled, and quietly asked, "Which girl did you spend the night with? Had a pleasant evening?"
"It's a man, not a woman."
The female teacher looked shocked. "Huh?"
Meng Youcheng snapped out of his daze at this moment, "Oh, no, last night I did drink a lot with other guys, but it's not what you think. I just didn't sleep all night, kept drinking, but I couldn't get drunk, that's what I mean, it's not what you think..."
"I...have not slept with any men..."
The female teacher nodded as if she understood, "Actually... Teacher Meng, you don't need to explain, I already know. If you try to explain, there's one thing that sounds like you're trying to hide something."
Meng Youcheng didn't say anything, pretending to be very busy.
It's not like they're trying to hide something obvious...
He already had three hundred taels. Last night, damn it, he slept with another man. He was afraid this woman would laugh at him or act very shocked, so he explained. But he was also afraid she wouldn't understand or believe his explanation, so...
Ugh……
Looking back, Meng Youcheng had no luck with girls in the first half of his life, but in the second half, he was overflowing with romantic opportunities, but unfortunately, they were all men. How so?
She's destined to never be a straight man!
In the afternoon, all the students went home. It wasn't Meng Youcheng's turn to be on duty today, so he sat in the office, doing something absentmindedly.
The teacher next to her said, "Teacher Meng, aren't you going home yet?"
Meng Youcheng belatedly realized that school was over, so he picked up the documents and went home.
Just as he stepped out of the school gate, a car suddenly stopped in front of him. He didn't think much of it and turned to leave…
A man got out of the car. Feng Jingsheng, with a smile on his face, blocked his way. "Why are you home so late today?"
Meng Youcheng stared at him blankly for a few seconds, then, maintaining his smile, asked, "Mr. Feng...aren't you going to see Xiaomin off?"
Feng Jingsheng's smile froze. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and said, "What do you mean? Didn't I serve you well enough last night? Why are you being so distant when you see me? Is it really necessary?"
His voice was neither loud nor soft, but it was filled with anger.
Although the school term has ended, there are still quite a few people walking around...
Upon hearing these words, those people looked at them with strange eyes.
Meng Youcheng swallowed hard, somewhat startled. "I..."
Feng Jingsheng exhaled a puff of white smoke, stepped forward, grabbed Meng Youcheng's head, and, catching him off guard, forcefully kissed his lips. Meng Youcheng was completely stunned. When he came to his senses, he realized many people were watching and immediately pushed him away excitedly…
Unfortunately, it was completely useless.
The boy kissed him passionately, holding his head tightly with both hands to prevent him from moving. The veins on the back of his hands bulged, and fearing that the cigarette butt would burn him, he deliberately threw the cigarette he had just lit on the ground...
After a long five minutes, Feng Jingsheng finally reluctantly opened his lips...
"Damn it, you guys are still standing here? Didn't you see the pistol on my hip? I'm getting ready to get shot!"
The moment their lips parted, Feng Jinsheng let out a furious roar.
Upon hearing this, the people who had stopped nearby immediately left, pretending they knew nothing.
Meng Youcheng caught his breath, glared at him, and said, "Are you fucking crazy?! Do you even know that?!"
Feng Jingsheng interrupted him with a smile, "102."
Meng Youcheng was a little confused by the number. "What does that mean?"
Feng Jingsheng pulled a cigarette pack from his pocket, smiled, and said, "There are only ten cigarettes in this pack. The seller sold them to me for 1020 yuan, which is 102 yuan per cigarette. I just wasted a cigarette I had just lit to kiss you. Don't you think you should compensate me?"
Looking at the still-smoking cigarette on the ground, Meng Youcheng was so angry he laughed. "First of all... Mr. Feng, please understand, I didn't want you to kiss me, especially not on the street. It would have been extremely embarrassing for me. As for what you did, it has nothing to do with me. Furthermore, ultimately, since you kissed me without my consent, you should compensate me for emotional distress!"
Feng Jingsheng leisurely pulled out a cigarette, revealing a roguish grin. "What if you don't compensate me? What can you do about it?"
He took out a lighter, lit a cigarette, and exhaled a puff of white smoke. The smile on his face made him look less like a young marshal and more like a thug!
Unable to bear his verbal attacks any longer, Meng Youcheng sighed, "Never mind..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he prepared to leave...
Feng Jingsheng grabbed his hand. "Have a meal with me, consider it my apology, how about it?"
To be honest, Meng Youcheng was in a bad mood and didn't really want to talk to him. Although he knew that contacting him would be beneficial for completing the mission, he really didn't want to chat with this kind of scoundrel. Perhaps it was because he was now a teacher that he felt somewhat disgusted by him.
Meng Youcheng immediately refused, "No!"
Just as he was about to shake off the boy's hand, Feng Jingsheng grabbed it tightly, opened the car door, and forcefully pushed him inside. Meng Youcheng resisted half-heartedly, "What are you doing?!"
Feng Jingsheng closed the car door, rolled down the window, and, still smiling, gently stroked Meng Youcheng's cheek. "Baby, you need to know something. I'm not discussing this with you, I'm just informing you..."
Then, she smiled and patted his head, "Good boy, be good."