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."
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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 ..."
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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?"