MBHISG [MTL; CH 99+]

Chapter 132

Chapter 132 132 Dog Food Spread at the Airport

"Take off your clothes."

The man sitting on the chair stood tall, tall, wearing rimless glasses, shirt trousers, and shiny shoes.

He stared at the man.

The man took off the cufflinks on his hand and rolled up the sleeves. The green tendons on his arms had obvious protrusions: "How can I not learn well after adjusting so many times." He took off his glasses and said to the people behind him, " Press me for him. "

The two men came and kicked him fiercely, pressing him to the ground.

He recognized these two people, one was a kitchen helper, and the other was a teacher teaching in an orphanage, and the man who was unfastening his belt was the selfless and kind dean of many people.

The man pulled out his belt and ripped off his pants: "Don't care how expensive you used to be. Here, if I let you lie down, you have to lie down."

He gritted his teeth and struggled hard, but his two hands were stepped on and could not move.

The man waved his belt and pumped **** him: "You are dumb, so I'm willing to play with you."

He couldn't move, gritted his teeth, and said nothing.

The man tore all his clothes, whip whip whip on his back, he lay naked, his mind gradually loosened, only the man kept swearing in his ears.

"Call it, call it!"

"I'll play you without telling Lao Tzu!"

"Small stuff, the skinny and tender meat hasn't been **** by Lao Tzu."

"..."

The teenager was lying on the ground, covered with blood, and in the room of no more than five square meters, with ugly faces, he laughed proudly.

Lin Anzhi suddenly opened his eyes and sat up suddenly.

Mo Bing immediately woke up and turned on the bedside lamp: "What's wrong?"

He was stunned, his hands clenched tightly, his head covered with sweat, and he rolled down big and big.

Mo Bing shouted that he didn't get a response either. She reached out and wiped the sweat on his face with the back of her hand: "How come there is so much sweat."

After sweating so much, the body temperature is cold.

Lin Anzhi suddenly awakened, grabbed her hand, the eyes were empty and loose, and suddenly hugged her hard: "Mo Bing, don't want me, I'm not dumb, I'm not."

Mo Bing froze, looked up, and saw the tears in his eyes. His eyes were blank, and there was nothing alive, like a dead well.

Much like him 14 years ago.

At that time, he had just arrived from the orphanage to her home, and it was the same. He was extremely insecure and did not speak. He only ate one dish in front of him when he ate. Then she caught him and he would raise her lips and smile lightly .

He didn't cry or make noises. Only when dreaming at night, he would hold her hand, begging her not to go, sobbing in a low voice, and wetting the pillow.

Mo Bing patted his back: "Are you dreaming?"

"Uh." He called her, "Mo Bing."

"I'm here."

Lin Anzhi lay on her shoulder and whispered: "Don't go."

He closed his eyes and the tears in the corners of his eyes fell on her neck, hot and hot.