Qi Beisong didn't move. Cheng Ji didn't know what he was going to do. He intuitively felt that he was pressing down on him with his head buried low.
There was no air conditioning in the tea ceremony room, and the two of them only exchanged a few moves, but Qi Beisong was actually sweating profusely. A few strands of his hair hung wetly in front of his eyes, and his pupils were dark and unclear.
Cheng Ji felt that he was heavy: "Qi... Mr. Qi..."
"Call me Qi Beisong." Qi Beisong said sullenly, leaning on his chest.
"Qi Beisong, let me get up." Cheng Ji patted his shoulder, "Brother."
Cheng Ji heard him take a deep, deep breath and then exhale, but he did not stand up. Instead, he hugged him tightly, with a force that was a bit crazy. His strong arms stretched behind his back and kneaded the thin layer of muscle on his lower back through his autumn clothes, without mercy, as if he wanted to dig them out alive.
Cheng Ji was stunned. He thought, why did Qi Beisong pinch my tenderloin? Is he short of meat recently
“Brother… it hurts…” He pushed the other person gently.
Suddenly Qi Beisong jumped up and walked out of the tea room without looking back. He didn't even have time to put on his shoes, but just carried them with him as he walked.
"What are you doing?" Cheng Ji didn't understand. He endured the pain in his lower back that had not yet gone away, grabbed the coats that the two had thrown aside and followed them out.
Qi Beisong didn't even drink his coffee and walked quickly towards the elevator.
Cheng Ji thought he was really weird. He wanted to leave but was reluctant to give up the coffee he had already paid for, so he grabbed it and quickly drank a sip, then ran towards him with a frown and a wink.
"Hey Qi Beisong! Wait for me!"
Qi Beisong didn't look at him and took his clothes from him.
The elevator came and the two of them got in. Cheng Ji asked, "Why don't you just stop playing?"
Qi Beisong said sparingly, "Something happened."
"What's the matter?"
"company."
Cheng Ji said, "Oh," and said, "Then go ahead and do your work. Don't send me back to Changkang Hospital. I'll take a taxi and leave by myself."
"Yeah." Qi Beisong said, extremely coldly.
The elevator stopped steadily. Without waiting for the door to open completely, he moved sideways and slipped out, leaving Cheng Ji there.
Cheng Ji slowly walked out of the elevator, completely confused. Later he thought that this was probably the temper of a young master, easily startled and frightened by the crowd. In a word, he was childish.
Qi Beisong is not childish at all. He was only half a second away from being exposed!
He felt extremely uncomfortable, so he got into his car and continued to practice Buddhism. However, the more he practiced, the more annoyed he became, the more miserable he became, and the more hot and humid he became. Then he did something that he would never do outside (Ding—self-sufficiency card), and gave it to his car...
After he finished explaining, his limbs were stiff, his expression was numb, and he felt so frustrated that he wanted to hit himself to death!
He called Chen Chuan and told him that he was going abroad the next day or the day after tomorrow, and wanted to take Chen Chuan and Zhao Jiarui with him. Chen Chuan was packing his luggage.
"Where?" he asked.
Chen Chuan said: "At Xiao Cheng's mother's place. Wang Beifeng is also here."
Qi Beisong said angrily: "Who asked you to accompany her? Come back!"
Chen Chuan heard the tone was not right and asked cautiously: "Argued with...?"
"Fuck you!" Qi Beisong spoke rudely when he was in a bad mood, but he was more civilized in front of Cheng Ji.
Chen Chuan said tactfully: "I'll be right back, where shall we meet?"
"Company!" Qi Beisong hung up the phone angrily.
The car was a mess. He was a little confused just now, or it would be more appropriate to say that he was crazy, so he had to clean it up.
He leaned over the steering wheel and looked at the passenger seat, where Cheng Ji had been sitting less than an hour ago, counting the coins in his wallet.
Less than two hours ago, they had been silently arguing in the car over a piece of women's clothing. After Cheng Ji put on lipstick, he looked reluctant and his face was redder than his lips due to shyness.
Less than three hours ago...
Less than three hours ago, he hadn't received a call from Cheng Ji and wasn't so upset.
He slammed the steering wheel!
No way, he had to take this heart back no matter what!
He had to say goodbye, never to see him again! Behind him were many people kneeling and begging him, and Cheng Ji was no shortage of people!
And this one is not so good, he is a bastard and not sensible, it hurts when he hits people, he has been possessed by a ghost recently!
He called Chen Chuan in a hurry and went to Shuiyue Villa before dark, hoping to find someone better and more considerate.
Chen Chuan knew that he was in a bad mood, so he didn't dare to say much on the way and kept peeking at him in the rearview mirror.
At Shuiyue Villa, Manager Zhou was furious when he saw his car.
Manager Zhou originally liked Mr. Qi very much, because he was a man of few words and simple requests. He would get straight to the point when he came and leave after the job was done. He was never stingy with money, and most importantly, he was too handsome. Although he was obviously a prostitute, he was more pleasing to the eye than all the other girls in the whole place, and he seemed to be paying for it no matter who he played with.
It has been getting worse recently. Master Qi is always criticizing others and writing passionate articles. He seems to be always holding back his anger and has no place to vent it. Not only are other people afraid of him, even the general manager, who is unwilling to leave, is afraid of him.
The most high-end places usually don't have names. Since Shuiyue Villa has a name, it means it is not the top one in Hongcheng. Since it is not the top one, its backers are not that strong and it cannot afford to offend Master Qi.
Of course, Master Qi is a civilized man and he is not here to cause trouble, but who knows what might happen if you piss him off.
Manager Zhou went out to greet Qi Beisong in fear and trepidation, but the latter didn't even look at him and went into private room 388 without saying a word.
This is complicated. What do you want to do
Manager Zhou thought for a long time, prepared a table of dishes for him and Chen Chuan, and then asked Chen Chuan for instructions with a smile.
Since the day Chen Chuan followed Qi Beisong, he had looked down on this Zhou for no reason and was always unfriendly to him, so he put on the appearance of a eunuch holding the seal and said in a hoarse voice: "Think about it yourself~"
Manager Zhou said okay, I'll just stick to the original plan, and sent someone in to Qi Beisong.
He knew Qi Beisong. This person was chosen entirely according to his preferences. She was beautiful and obedient, had a flexible waist, was experienced and could make friends. She was also a new face to the guests of Shuiyue Villa.
More importantly, this man is three points like Cheng Ji, both have beautiful eyebrows and big eyes, the difference is that this man's temperament is more feminine, while Cheng Ji is handsome and vigorous.
So Manager Zhou is the old fox, with at least three thousand years of experience in this kind of things. He had long seen that Qi Beisong's problem lies with Cheng Ji, but the kid hasn't shown up in the past few days and he hasn't had time to look for him.
Qi Beisong also noticed that the little MB in front of him was similar to Cheng Ji. He was surprised at first, and then as expected, he kept the person. However, in less than a minute, he sent the person out intact.
He shouted listlessly in the room: "Chen Chuan!"
Chen Chuan had no choice but to go in and ask what was going on.
Qi Beisong leaned on the sofa, holding a cigarette diagonally in his mouth, and said, "Talk to me for a while."
Chen Chuan's head was full of black lines, thinking that this night is seductive and the evening breeze is intoxicating, you leave a beautiful woman to play with, and let me accompany you to talk nonsense, are you interested in me? I still remember what you said last month about my dark skin, saying that everyone can see it when the lights are turned off, but Chen Chuan can't find it... Although I am a little darker, my appearance is still above average!
"What's wrong?" Chen Chuan asked, "If you're not satisfied, find another one?"
Anyway, this is the only entertainment you have, Old Qi. If your physiological needs are not met, your psychological problems will become more serious in the future!
Qi Beisong blew out a smoke ring and said: "Forget it..."
"how?"
"The tone of voice is different..."
"What's different?" Chen Chuan was so shocked that he widened his fierce eyes three times! A few minutes ago, when the little MB was kicked out of the door by Qi Beisong, he was also dumbfounded.
Qi Beisong said: "He would neither hit me nor talk back, and he certainly would not use his legs to clamp my legs, twist my arms, throw me over his shoulders when I lose balance, or make a fist and hit my Adam's apple with the second joint of his middle finger. I felt very safe standing in front of him."
"Relax... can't you just relax?" Chen Chuan asked.
"Okay," Qi Beisong propped his head up with his hand, his handsome face blurred in the smoke, "but it's boring and I'm not interested."
"… " (Chen Chuan)
Qi Beisong said: "I am really sick. When I was fighting with that guy in the afternoon, I was hard as hell, but now I just feel weak."
Chen Chuan was amused and thought: Fighting? That's too much, right? Could fighting make your brain like this
I think he might have raped you!
He asked knowingly, "Who are you fighting with?"
"Who are you talking about?" Qi Beisong asked back.
Chen Chuan said earnestly, "You can't always beat Xiao Cheng! He's smaller than you, and his upper body isn't as shaped as a fan as you are. He's also always sick. He just went to the hospital to have his stitches removed yesterday, and he was complaining of back pain this morning!"
"He hit me!" Qi Beisong rolled his eyes.
Then he asked, "He said his waist hurts? How does it hurt?"
Chen Chuan said: "The waist is on his body, how would I know?"
Qi Beisong was heartbroken. He had clearly offered himself to be trained by Cheng Jilian, but he ended up feeling sorry for him instead.
He kept his head down and remained silent, his face gloomy. Chen Chuan didn't know what to do.
Chen Chuan was a gossiper, but he was not as outspoken as Wang Beifeng. He vaguely understood why Qi Beisong was unhappy these days, but with his status, he could not interrupt such matters. No one was qualified to express an opinion.
He can't say to his boss: If you like him, then don't be so pretentious, just open your heart and like him, no matter who he is.
He knew what kind of personality Qi Beisong had. Qi Beisong seemed to be indifferent, but in fact it was because he had not met someone he cared about. Once that person appeared, he would be single-minded and could not get out of it. In layman's terms, he was a little crazy.
That guy seemed to show up, but unfortunately he didn't fit in, he was straight.
Chen Chuan lamented in a vulgar way that fate was playing tricks on him, and felt sorry for Qi Beisong. In order to make his boss happier, he thought about it and made small talk: "I think the kid who just left looks a bit like Xiao Cheng."
Qi Beisong really laughed: "You think so too?"
Chen Chuan nodded.
Qi Beisong said: "When they are one-third sideways, they really look alike, but when they are turned around, they don't look alike anymore. Cheng Ji's eyes are more fierce than his, and they make me feel creepy."
Chen Chuan asked rather bluntly: "Furious or naughty?"
Qi Beisong rolled his eyes at him and said, "Get lost!!"
He finished smoking and stood up to leave. Chen Chuan asked, "Where are you going?"
"Go home and sleep."
"..." Chen Chuan wondered why he went home to sleep again. Do you want to solve your physiological problem
He asked, "How about going out to play with your friends?"
Qi Beisong thought for a while and said, "Forget it. They don't want to drink vegetarian wine, and I don't want to touch the flower bureau. Don't make everyone unhappy."
Chen Chuan went to the cloakroom to get his coat, and finally couldn't help asking, "Did Xiao Cheng hit you on the head? Do you want to learn about Stockholm syndrome?"
"No need." Qi Beisong said as he straightened his clothes, "He is not a kidnapper, and I don't love him."
Qi Beisong went home to sleep, and Chen Chuan felt bad for him.
He called Lei Jing, and as soon as the call was connected, he recited: "What is love in this world!"
Lei Jing was about to die, and Chen Chuan shouted: "Let us stay together for life and death!!"
"..." Lei Jing asked, "Are you sick?"
Chen Chuan asked: "Boss Lei, are you straight?"
"… yes."
"Then why don't you find a woman to marry?"
Lei Jing’s wife is not a woman, you can also call her husband.
Lei Jing said: "Because I only like him, I am straight when I am away from him, but I don't care about anything when I am in front of him."
"Tsk tsk, what a sweet talk!" Chen Chuan asked, "Have you told him about it?"
"What's it to you?" Lei Jing said.
Chen Chuan said: "This shows that there is still hope, right?"
"What do you mean?"
"There is still hope!" Chen Chuan actually hung up the phone just like that.
“…” Lei Jing grabbed the phone in confusion.
Qi Beisong was tormented by love and paced around in the bedroom like a trapped beast. He couldn't lie down for even a minute, let alone sleep.
It was still early, just past eight in the evening, and every second seemed so long in the dull and silent night.
He had never felt that his bedroom was so empty. The curtains, floors, carpets, furniture, electrical appliances... each one seemed to be thousands of miles away, all so lonely and alone in a corner. He even felt sad for those dead things.
Cheng Ji took root in his mind, sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right. When he stood up, Cheng Ji was looking at him at the endless deep blue sea outside the window; when he lay down, Cheng Ji seemed to be lying beside the pillow, with his head lowered, his long, thick black eyelashes trembling.
He looked at the mobile phone thrown on the bedside. Cheng Ji's number was saved in it today, and the name was "Little Bastard".
The little bastard couldn't possibly love him, and he would lose control as soon as he touched the little bastard. How could he pull himself back into control so as not to appear so embarrassing or unreasonable
“…” Qi Beisong rubbed his face in annoyance and turned on the TV, letting the sound fill the space and make himself feel more fulfilled.
Suddenly his cell phone rang. He didn't want to answer it. Then he remembered that the ringtone came from his private number. He was afraid that something happened at home, so he went to check. He saw the words "little bastard" flashing on the screen!
This is the second time today that bastard has called him on his own initiative!
Qi Beisong was so excited that he almost fainted. He took a few deep breaths, pressed the answer button, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Cheng Ji was washing clothes, with both hands in the basin and the phone clamped between his face and shoulders.
As soon as he heard the other party's cold voice, he felt a little regretful and felt that he was too abrupt. After all, the gap in their status was too big. The other party was a prince and he was a poor pauper. Moreover, they were not familiar enough to talk on the phone at night, and they talked about things that the other party was not interested in.
He was stunned for a moment and said, "I... I called the wrong number."
"Wrong number?" Qi Beisong was immediately disappointed and annoyed. "Who did you want to call?"
Cheng Ji said: "I was washing clothes with both hands and dialed the number with my face, so I dialed the wrong number."
Qi Beisong remained silent for a long while.
Cheng Jizhen regretted it so much that he wanted to put his head under the cold water tap! What was he doing? There was no need to bother others, their time was eight hundred times more precious than his!
"I... I'm dead." He said in a panic, "I'm doing the laundry!"
Qi Beisong suddenly asked: "Hand wash?"
"hold head high."
“No washing machine?”
Cheng Ji smiled: "Where does the inpatient get a washing machine?"
"Wash what?"
"I just wiped my mother's body and washed her clothes."
Qi Beisong felt distressed: "Aren't your hands cold?"
Of course it was ice cold. The tap water was freezing cold, and there was not even a trace of heating in the empty laundry room in the snow.
"It's ok, I'll wash it quickly."
"What do you want to say?" Qi Beisong heard that Cheng Ji did not actually dial the wrong number, and this discovery made him secretly happy.
Cheng Ji said, "It's about how to crack the two-handed gun-holding technique we practiced this afternoon. I thought of a new trick, which is... Ouch!!"
Qi Beisong's heart skipped a beat, thinking he had fallen, and he quickly asked, "What happened?"
Cheng Ji was in a panic for a while before he said, "It's okay, it's okay. I slipped when I was picking up the detergent and the basin fell over. It was the one holding the gun with both hands..."
Qi Beisong said: "Wait a minute."
"Huh?"
Qi Beisong wanted to go over, he wanted to stand in front of him to supervise him personally and listen to him speak with his own ears!
What's the matter of seeing and not seeing, bridle and horse!
In the dead of winter, his little bastard was washing clothes with cold water in the cement coffin of Changkang Hospital. Is it okay to do anything? !
Let’s take care of this matter first, and then say goodbye!