Cheng Ji felt guilty, so much so that his expression changed slightly, and he began to feel that he had been too arrogant.
If Qi Beisong was not smart and perceptive, how could he have fought with the elders over sexual orientation since he was sixteen, and quickly won? How could he have risen to the top of Hongsheng at such a young age
He just came from a high-class family, had too many resources, and got them too easily, so he didn't need to be so smart and show it off.
Qi Beisong asked quickly: "Is it the pain in your ribs?"
"No." Cheng Ji said.
"Why would you protect him if he wasn't there?" Qi Beisong asked, "What's wrong with you these past two days?"
"You knew I was sick, but you still fought with me?"
"You hit me!"
The two continued to argue, but the bed collapsed.
This bed is older than Cheng Ji. It is an old-fashioned simple wooden bed, consisting of a bed board placed on a wooden bed frame. The two of them had been fighting for a long time, and the joints of the bed frame had already loosened.
The two of them were standing with Cheng Ji standing at the head of the bed and Qi Beisong standing in the middle of the bed, less than one meter apart. Now it was the head of the bed that collapsed.
Cheng Ji fell backwards unexpectedly, and hurriedly leaned against the headboard to maintain his standing position, but Qi Beisong couldn't keep his balance. Although the drop under his feet was not big, he had no support around him, and he suddenly tilted towards Cheng Ji, and their heads hit each other!
How could Cheng Ji withstand such a sudden attack from Qi Beisong? Besides, he was facing sideways, so as luck would have it, he was hit on the temple by Qi Beisong's forehead.
… This is karma, so don’t always think about hitting others on the temple. The Buddha is keeping a record of you.
Qi Beisong heard a loud "bang" and felt a sharp pain on his forehead. He hurriedly supported the wall with one hand and saw Cheng Ji go limp in front of him.
No way!!
He held his red forehead and shouted, "Hey, Cheng!"
"Cheng Ji?"
"… "
"Are you really dizzy?"
Qi Beisong hurriedly jumped off the tilted bed, leaned over to look at Cheng Ji, and was speechless for a moment.
What kind of thing is this? He is the eldest son of Qi, the president of Qi, and the handsome Qi. He subdues his opponents not by strength, nor by charm, nor even by power, but by his iron head
If this gets out, he won't be able to survive in the surrounding area!
So sorry, he doesn’t recognize it!
It makes sense for him to deny it. To be honest, his stubbornness was only 20% of the reason. The other 30% was that Cheng Ji's body had a weak ability to withstand blows. The other 50% was that Cheng Ji had caught a cold in the past two days and had some tinnitus and headaches.
"Get up, the ground is cold." Qi Beisong said.
Seeing no response, he had no choice but to pick Cheng Ji up from the floor, carry him to another room, and place him on Ms. Cheng's bed.
Cheng Ji's limbs were limp and he was completely unconscious. He didn't wake up even after moving like this.
Qi Beisong smelled the scent of new tea and bamboo again, light and persistent. He remembered that it was some kind of soap that he had used when he was a child.
At that time, his parents were busy with work all day, and he lived with Mr. Qi and Mrs. Qi.
The two old people suffered when they were young. No matter how high their status became later, they still valued frugality and hard work in their bones. Their daily food, clothing and daily necessities were the same as those of ordinary working class people. For example, soap, toothpaste, shampoo and so on were all cheap and common items in supermarkets.
I didn't expect that this three or five dollar thing would smell so good.
He stood at the head of the bed like a fool. After a while, he lifted the quilt to cover Cheng Ji, then lay down on the side of his face and looked at him carefully.
He felt that Wang Beifeng was not exaggerating and Cheng Ji was really good-looking.
He is a beauty with a good figure and good looks. If there is a flaw, it is that his eyebrows are a little light, which makes him look a little feminine. But it doesn't matter, because when he wakes up, he is full of vigor and vitality.
Qi Beisong has seen too many beauties and has played with many of them. Among the people he has played with, Cheng Ji's appearance is not in the top three, and his figure is not in the top five. If Cheng Ji hadn't treated him so badly, he might not even be interested in glancing at him.
—Because you can tell he is straight at the first glance. Young Master Qi is followed by a large group of people who want to throw themselves at him, including actors, stars, models, internet celebrities, second-generation presidents and directors, who are crying and shouting that they want to be his lovers. He doesn't need to flirt with straight men.
So why did this straight guy tease him
No, "flirting" means interest and there will be follow-up; this straight man has no follow-up, and from the analysis of the encounters in the past few days, he really wanted to run away after hitting him. What a ruthless and irresponsible man!
"What exactly are you trying to do?" Qi Beisong asked softly.
"Others approach me for a purpose. What is your purpose?"
Cheng Ji hasn't woken up yet. His eyelashes are like a pair of motionless black butterflies. His temples are a little red from the impact, but his lips are pale.
He turned over the back of Chengji's hand and saw two infusion needle holes, one yesterday and one today.
Lei Jing called him a few hours ago and told him that Cheng Ji was sick and was receiving an IV drip. He instructed others to evacuate first, but he ended up running over to block them. This behavior was not honorable.
He felt Cheng Ji's forehead and found no heat, so he felt relieved.
Wait, rest assured? Why should he be rest assured? What qualifications does Cheng Ji have to make him worry or rest assured
"… "
Qi Beisong suddenly stood up, put on his clothes, and ran to the balcony to smoke a cigarette.
Smoke was lingering, and the cold wind made his hair messy. He had many thoughts in his mind, such as whether to stay or leave, whether to send the person to the hospital, and whether to continue chasing the person... Unfortunately, he only caught the worst one:
Cheng Ji took nude photos of him while he was unconscious, so why can't he retaliate now
He threw away the cigarette butt and went to the room, lifted Cheng Ji's quilt, and thought fiercely: Since you are ruthless, don't blame me for being ungrateful!
Cheng Ji tilted his face slightly, completely defenseless. He had just been fighting with Qi Beisong in a sweater, and underneath the sweater he was only wearing an autumn shirt, which was quite loose.
Qi Beisong took out his cell phone and suddenly lifted up Cheng Ji's shirt. Ten seconds later, he slowly put it down, then lifted it up again, put it down again, and lifted it up again...
The little nipples are pretty... No, you've missed the point!
He knew clearly what he saw, but he couldn't connect it with Cheng Ji.
Although the things have been taken off, the traces are still there.
He has never played with this thing (Qi Shuai Shuai has no s|m fetish), but he had seen it eight hundred years ago. The main purpose of wearing it is visual stimulation and aphrodisiac.
Usually in bed, at that moment, pain is mixed with excitement, shame is mixed with violence...
But this person is Cheng Ji! Cheng Ji, who is like a bamboo forest and clear tea, can subdue him with one move. Who dares to play with him like this
Also for that? The two of them were rubbing their ears and cheeks together, their skins were touching, and they felt extremely sensitive...
Did he resist? Did he cry? Did he bleed
He doesn't even take Qi Beisong seriously, so who would make him so willing
Ex-boyfriend? Bullshit, impossible!
Who is that? Which bastard is that? Who dares to go over Grandpa Qi and rub Cheng Ji? ! !
— Here, I would like to explain on behalf of the missing plot manager that Cheng Ji had rings and nails on his key parts because Xu Lele, that bad guy, had nothing better to do. Cheng Ji (original) was quite depressed at the time and wanted to relieve his mental depression by using the physical pain.
Whether it's the original Cheng Ji or the current one, they are both pure. Qi Beisong's thoughts are scattered all over the place.
Qi Beisong put down Cheng Ji's clothes, covered him with a blanket, and walked around the room with his head in his hands. He couldn't figure it out...
The radar in his mind couldn't be wrong. Cheng Ji was just a chopstick, straight and straightforward, but some aspects of him were not so straightforward, such as his ex-boyfriend, being a mb, and drilling holes in his breasts...
Besides that, there is a man who is fucking him, and he is doing it in a very professional and interesting way!
So what's wrong with him? Schizophrenia?!
Just when Qi Beisong turned the twentieth circle, Cheng Ji on the bed opened his eyes, his eyes moved, and his extremely dark eyes stared at him silently and dimly.
Qi Beisong turned his head and looked.
After staring at each other for a long time, he felt that he was also a little schizophrenic...
Seeing that he didn't say anything or move, Cheng Ji held his aching temple and said in a hoarse voice: "No more fighting, let me take it easy. I really can't do it today, I owe you..."
In order to avoid a fight, he even timidly praised Qi Beisong: "You are really tough."
This sentence omits the word "head", which shows how much tolerance and sacrifice there is.
This sentence also touched Qi Beisong's heart, making him shudder inexplicably. In order to cover up his reaction, he frowned and said, "There is something wrong with you!"
"Yes, I have a problem."
"You have a big problem!"
"Yes, it's a big problem." As long as Qi Beisong doesn't make trouble today, Cheng Ji will agree with whatever he says.
Qi Beisong was afraid of being exposed so he refused to look at him. He grabbed his coat and said, "I'm leaving!"
"Huh?" Cheng Ji didn't expect that he would be so easy to deal with, and he half raised his body in surprise.
"Forget it today. I'll come to see you tomorrow." Qi Beisong said.
Cheng Ji's face turned bitter again: "Forget about tomorrow. Anyway, I owe you something - money or life - I admit it! Can we both be quiet for a few days? Don't you want to spar with me? Then give me a few months to practice your abdominal muscles, otherwise I won't be able to show my true level!"
"No!" said Qi Beisong.
Even without abdominal muscles, he could be beaten like this. What would happen if he had abdominal muscles
Cheng sighed helplessly.
Qi Beisong walked to the door and asked without turning back, "Why didn't you beat him?"
Cheng Ji asked: "Who to beat?"
"Beat..." Qi Beisong hesitated, "... Forget it, let's go."
Cheng Ji watched him leave the room, cursing in his heart: Inexplicable! Who else in this world deserves a beating besides you
Suddenly Qi Beisong came back and said, "Don't move the collapsed bed next door. I'll ask someone to bring a new one over."
"Need not."
“Wait!”
"Need not!!"
Qi Beisong closed the door and left.
"..." Cheng Ji collapsed onto the bed. After a few minutes, he began to feel needle-like pains in the numb part of his head, which came in waves, rising and falling like a buzzing sound. This was due to Qi Beisong, but also related to the cold that had not yet healed.
He remembered that there was a pharmacy at the entrance of this old community, so he planned to buy a box of painkillers. As a result, he bent over and vomited as soon as he stood up. Because of his poor appetite, he didn't eat anything today, and at this time he only vomited a little acid water, which was burning and painful from the esophagus to the throat.
"Fuck..." He cursed Qi Beisong. Did that bastard give him a concussion
He had no choice but to lie back on the bed, close his eyes, and try to breathe steadily. Maybe it was because of the headache, or maybe it was because he felt more and more wronged the more he thought about it, and tears welled up in his eyes inadvertently.
He opened his eyes, sniffed, and thought he should restrain himself, but the result was the opposite of what he expected. Tears flowed down the corners of his eyes and slid into his temples. He didn't even know why he was crying.
It was getting dark and there would be snow in the evening. The low-hanging dark clouds seemed to be pressing down on the corners of the building.
There was no heating in the house, and the old-fashioned windows were not well sealed, allowing a trace of cold air to seep in through the gaps. He touched his cheek, which was cold and wet, a face that looked desolate and hopeless.
He decided to be depressed for another five minutes, then cheer himself up and go buy some painkillers. No matter what, he was still alive and God gave him a second life, not for him to lie in bed and cry.
He can't stay here today and has to go back to Changkang Hospital.
Ms. Cheng was in poor condition. When she was receiving an infusion at the Fourth Hospital in the afternoon, the bed doctor at Changkang Hospital called her and said that many of Ms. Cheng's indicators were on the verge of collapse and she might not be able to hold out for more than ten days.
Patients in hospice hospitals do not need emergency treatment, they will just pass away quietly, and at that time, regardless of whether they are conscious or not, they need their loved ones to be with them.
He had to stay with Ms. Cheng and pray for her to pass away peacefully, so he couldn't lie down and had to get up.
Cheng Ji struggled twice before sitting up, his head still hurting. He understood that Qi Beisong's move was not intentional, but an accidental one.
Alas, he is worthy of being Young Master Qi. Even luck is on his side.
Suddenly he heard the door open. He quickly wiped away his tears and moved to look, only to see Lao Qi coming again.
"… you?"
He was about to ask how you got in when he heard Qi Beisong say, "I tightened the deadbolt when I left, but didn't lock the door."
"… "
Well, you come and go so openly, do you really treat this place as your home
Cheng Ji wanted to say something to him, but suddenly he asked, "Why are you crying?"
"I didn't cry," Cheng Ji said with a wink, "I was just cold."
Can it be so cold that it makes you cry? Is it really that cold
Qi Beisong looked suspicious and raised his hand to throw something to him.
"These are painkillers. Take two pills at a time, three times a day. Even if the pain is severe, the interval between doses cannot be less than four hours."