Chapter 9: Short-lived prisoner 3

After learning from the bald man in the cafeteria, the number of people who

came to Xu Zhi to jump around was significantly less, and he even received a

lot of good messages.

In the prison library, Xu Zhi glanced at the slip of paper trapped in the book

and turned around and saw a muscular man sitting obliquely behind him, licking

his lips towards him, overlapping his legs, and his index fingers were

tempting. Slowly across the protruding throat knot.

Xu Zhi: ... the eyes hurt.

He turned his head calmly, and continued to look at the worn-out classics in

his hand. The chair next to him was suddenly pulled open. A tall man sat down.

When this man came, the temperature around him seemed to be low.

The man's face is very deep, with short brown hair, which is the main

character Dyson. Dyson's purpose was obviously not reading. He turned his head

and said in a low tone: "Duan Xi, did you forget how you told me that day?"

This headless sentence made Xu Zhi a little confused. After all, he only

accepted the plot without the original owner's memory. He glanced at the tight

Dyson, then closed the book, and nodded seriously: "Well."

Dyson frowned, with a hint of anger in the words: "You already knew?"

Xu Zhi: ... what do I know?

Dyson: "... a person like you has no qualifications to look up to him. Only me

is worthy to stand by him. Don't think what you can do if you have been in the

limelight a few times recently. In his eyes, you even No ants are. "

Xu Zhi: ... I am really not an ant, I am a human.

A handsome face of Dyson, who tore the mask of the iceberg loyal dog, twisted

slightly. He finally twitched Xu Zhi with a malicious face, leaving behind:

"You better put away your stupid thoughts and tricks, Wu Ye It can only be

mine, even if I die, it's me alone. "Then he strode away.

Xu Zhi was in a bad mood.

He really wasn't interested in what the five masters were, just asking how far

the protagonist rolls and how far, don't disturb his escape-of course, this is

impossible, not to mention anything else, just say it has been blackened Dyson

would not easily let him go.

Following Xiaodi from the same cell, a thin and tall young man, because he

likes to walk in the inner eighth, nicknamed eight sons, and saw Dyson go away

in black, he ran over and patted With a scared expression on his chest, he

whispered to Xu Zhi: "Why do you have a relationship with this man again,

Duan? Are n’t you five grandpas ... heh, wasn't the grandson of Fu Chuwu

already dumped by you? "

Xu Zhi glanced at him and shook his head: "It's all right."

Yazi suddenly looked around nervously, lowering his head and lowering his

voice, "I can hear that the surname Dai has more recent movements. Even the

brother Wang in Area 3 got on the line with him. I ’m afraid he ’s going to be

famous. ”He changed his tone, and then said,“ But people are now the top

favorite concubine of Fu Wuye. It ’s easy to do anything if it has a

relationship. Alas, it was the number one running dog in the hands of Fu

Chuwu. , And immediately took the opportunity to go to bed, I see ... "

Xu Zhi was impatient to hear him say this, wasting library reading time once a

week, and waved his hand to stop him.

Yashiko stood a little back, looked back at Deng Yidi, who frequently looked

here, and suddenly burst into a smirk.

"Duan Brother, you can rest assured that my eighth son is a professional young

man with a discipline. He will never do such a thing as climbing a bed, and

will definitely swear to defend your chastity!"

Xu Zhi: "... Mali's gone."

-

Every afternoon is a thunderstorm of physical work. At the sun's strongest

season, the poor prisoners were sweating and wheezing and panting, except for

a few people with privileges, others did not dare to relax. Once they were

jailed by the prison guards, Finding laziness is just taking a whip and

pumping hard.

Wuye, as the biggest person with privileges, was of course resting in his

proprietary "luxury cell", while Dyson stood by and fanned him.

Wu Ye lay lazily, as if he had no bones, and his voice was a little husky.

"I heard that you have been close to the woman in the infirmary recently?"

Dyson shook her fan's hand and paused imperceptibly, and said without change:

"She delivered the goods on time."

It sounds like the wrong answer, Wu Ye smiled, and he smiled for a while

before turning to indifferently asking: "She is a veritable show-goods, have

you tasted her? "

Dyson suddenly knelt down, his voice was loud and powerful: "No."

"Oh? I remember that you originally said you like women-but this time I

believe you once, since you haven't done it with her, you have been afraid of

being ruthless these days ..." Wu Ye said and broke open himself Collar,

revealing the delicate collarbone, "undress and go to bed."

Dyson's throat moved, his eyes darkened for a moment.

Then the two staged a thriller-love drama on the spot, which was regarded as

the private land of Wuye. Usually no one came, and the two of them were really

happy.

Wu Ye has always been the one to be served on the bed, but today he took the

initiative in an uncharacteristic way, his legs hooked Dyson's powerful waist,

and the moaning and groaning in his mouth became louder. The moment he reached

the top, Eyes were slightly blurred.

"... Xi Xi ..."

Dyson's hand stroking his smooth spine stopped, and a closer look revealed a

slight tremor at his fingertips.

I don't know how long it has been, Wu Ye has closed his eyes, and Dyson only

made a mockery.

"Oh, Duan Xi ..."

-

At the other end, after a few hours of meaningless work, the prisoners were

given a short break.

Xu Zhihui's short sleeves were all soaked with sweat. He simply took it off,

and just sat down and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his brows

frowned.

Again.

That feeling.

It was as if a gaze was greedily and secretly across every inch of his skin.

For a few days in a row, whenever he went out, this uncomfortable feeling

always accompanied him. He swept around the crowd without any trace, and still

found nothing.

I have to say that this person can find an excellent position every time, not

only can stare at him unscrupulously, but also can not expose his own penny.

Xu Zhi was not too sensitive to other people's eyes, but that person was too

unconvergent, even the little Di who followed him noticed it.

Xiaodi didn't know whether it was the red roasted by the sun or the angry one.

He stood up without a word, and wanted to use his own feelings to get out of

the unknown person.

However, he turned around for a long time, not only did not find anything, but

also fainted himself.

Xu Zhi helplessly let him sit down and rest.

After the break time, it was another so-called exercise that lasted for an

hour. Most of the prisoners walked tortuously for a few steps, and the prison

guards were satisfied to let them go to the cafeteria for dinner.

After dinner time, there is about one hour of free time. Most of the prisoners

go to take a shower and then relax on the playground. Xu Zhi also took a

shower following the current, and sent the younger brothers around the

playground alone. Take a slow walk.

He almost walked around the prescribed range, and the on-duty prison guard

glared at him several times, but never caught his handle.

The evening air was a bit cool, and the dry heat in the afternoon seemed to

disappear. Xu Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, while keeping a firm eye on the

topography of the mountains and forests surrounding the prison.

As I walked, the tip of my nose suddenly smelled a smoke, and Xu Zhi stepped

forward, and saw a man half-caged in the darkness smoking against a brick

wall.

His face was a little fuzzy in the smoke, but he could clearly see the clear

outlines, slightly bowed his back, one hand in his pocket, and one hand

holding the cigarette in a skilled manner.

The man heard the sound, turned his face slightly, stared at Xu Zhi for a few

seconds, and said hoarsely: "Hey, there is a sip over there?"

Xu Zhi also saw the man's appearance clearly, he walked in silently, leaning

against the wall and learning to look like him, but just said, "I don't

smoke."

The man didn't mind, turned his head and continued to smoke.

The two leaned against the brick wall together, and no one spoke until the

third cigarette of the man was finished.

"Wang Hongyi," the man said suddenly, behaving as an introduction.

"Duan Xi."

Wang Hongyi's expression was indifferent, and his voice was as cold and

magnetic as his people. He looked at Xu Zhi, and his dark eyes seemed to blend

into the darkness.

"I know you. I didn't expect you to be a little funny."

Xu Zhifaan replied, "Is it?"

"I heard that you are a top student studying architecture? I have a deal. Are

you interested in listening?"