Possession (He Hong)

At first, Sammul He thought that red hair was no different from dogs. Tease him if you like, and hit him twice if you are unhappy. It's interesting to watch him grin and fight fiercely, but he has to give in. This kind of fun is no different from taming a dog. As the saying goes, beating a dog depends on its owner. Red hair is bullied. Of course, Sammul He is not happy. It's natural to stand up for red hair. There is a kind of bullying that only he is allowed to bully red hair, and no one else is allowed to bully him. But gradually, it's not like that. Red hair may be more important than just a dog, which I discovered when I went back to Sammul He to see my immortal old father.

Red hair is not around, far from the Pacific Ocean. This feeling of losing control makes Sammul He fidgety. After being locked up here for three days, this anxiety doubled. Sammul He finally couldn't wait any longer. He grabbed the vertical desk lamp around him and smashed it into the floor-to-ceiling glass. With a clash, the broken glass fell to the ground. The bodyguards who kept around gathered around. There is a man who looks like a bodyguard's head. Still the hard sentence: "Young Master, you can't go out." Sammul He is too lazy to talk nonsense. He punches directly and works hard as always. The head of the bodyguard is a man with a little brains. He knows that things will never end if they make a big noise. He makes a phone call to Sammul He's father.

As soon as the plane landed, Sammul He took a taxi and went directly to Hongmao's home. The moment I saw my red hair, it was like my soul returned to my body, and pain and fatigue came to my heart instantly. I lay flat on my red hair, and the clean smell of Gleditsia sinensis is reassuring. Suddenly, Sammul He couldn't lift his tired eyelids, and he had no strength. I had to remove the hard shell to expose my weakness.

I slept in the red house and finally recovered almost. Sammul He doesn't know how long he slept. When I woke up, I saw Mo Guanshan lying on the ground asleep, probably because he occupied his bed. At dawn outside, by the light, Sammul He put up his arms and looked at Moguan Mountain. He fell asleep, but he didn't look as bold as usual. The handsome young eyebrows made Sammul He look crazy for a while.

Sammul He suddenly wanted to reach out and touch her arrogant face. On this face, he saw anger, shame, indifference and tears, but he never seemed to see a smile. Sammul He thought so, and did the same. His slender fingers moved from his forehead to his eyebrows, with a high nose and thin lips. If the corners of the mouth are slightly hooked, it will definitely look good. The thought of Sammul He tickles my heart.

The tie kissed by Sammul He has a soft and waxy touch, which is different from that kissed by a girl. He is not satisfied with tasting it. He wants more. He wants to kiss his lips, his chin, his throat and even his whole body.

A strange emotion occupied Sammul He's nerves. Later, when I met him, I told him that this is called possessiveness! He also has feelings for Zhan Zhengxi!