Chapter 56 (1/2)
”Aunt Zhang, has Meng Fu read these newspapers?” Gu Ze recalled that he read the news in the newspaper for breakfast and questioned Aunt Zhang.
”Mr. Meng read some newspapers yesterday.”
”OK, you go down.”
Meng Fu read these newspapers, that is to say, Meng Fu knew the news, but Meng Fu acted as if he didn't know anything in front of him.
No, Meng Fu doesn't have to show anything on purpose. Except that Meng Fu will beg for mercy and cry pain in bed, he is so gentle and light.
He is used to burying his pain in his stomach. Will this person be sad?
Gu Ze opened the door of his study. Sure enough, Meng Fu sat in his chair and took notes carefully.
As soon as the door opened, Meng Fu stood up like a frightened man, drooping his eyelids as before.
”Meng Fu, did you see the news?”
”Yes.”
”The news said...” Meng Fu, is what Zhou Weiguo said true? Are you a bitch that everyone can fuck in prison? However, why would you ask the doctor how not to hurt?
Which is true and which is false?
”That's not me. Mr. Gu, I've been here all the time. I didn't go out. ” He interrupted Guze and explained. After a pause, he added, ”it's strange to have such a report. The man in the picture looks like me.”
Gu Ze recalled the boy because of the sound of Liang Zong's mouth and biting his lip from his throat.
”That's not you. Yes, that's not you. ”
Meng Fu thought this was a irony, ”Mr. Gu also thinks it's me, I know.” In Guze's eyes, isn't he a homosexual / sexual lover?
”No, I know it's not you. Meng Fu, are you sad? I saw the news like that. ”
”... I deserve it.” Why not sad? Trampled, blamed, pressed in the smelly ditch. Guze, when you ask this, does it mean that you already know it, or did you design it? Drag me into a more nameless abyss, unwilling to die, and live like hell.
Gu Ze felt a tingling pain in his heart. Meng Fu said he deserved it. He took a step closer to him.
Each other's breathing began to intertwine.
Meng Fu intuition, what does Guze want to do, do you want to interface? No, he didn't want to recall the feeling of entanglement with Guze's lips and tongue. No, Guze gradually lowered his head and stroked his neck with his cool hand.
He shuddered.
Meng Fu, bear it, Meng Fu, bear everything.
He told himself.
”Meng Fu, what was your expression when you did it?” The heavy voice and the figure of the boy biting his lips are all around his mind. Meng Fu, what about you?
What will happen to you?
Your face is always buried in the pillow.
”Huh?”
Guze, Mr. Gu, please, don't ask me such an inexplicable question again. What are you trying to verify?
”Yes, how can you see your expression when you do it?”
However, Meng Fu, I've been crazy all day thinking about your expression. What will it be like?
”Mr. Gu...”
”Meng Fu, have any other men ever been to you? In prison. ”
The topic became more and more embarrassing, ”No.”
How many times does he have to say this? He asked before and now. The pain he inflicted was like an indelible scar.
His hand stroked the skin of his neck, such as a good blue and white porcelain,