Although Cheng Ji and Qi Beisong were fighting each other, they turned their firepower towards Shen Zimo at the same time.
Cheng Ji said: "Don't talk nonsense!"
Qi Beisong scolded: "I'm talking to Cheng Ji, why are you butting in?"
Shen Zimo asked: "Didn't you just quarrel over me?"
Qi Beisong said: "You are so shameless!"
Zhao Jiarui was so distracted by the show that he was only thirty centimeters away from hitting the car in front, so he slammed on the brakes. Cheng Ji was almost thrown into the front seat. Fortunately, Qi Beisong was quick enough to grab his back!
Cheng Ji quickly broke free, and Zhao Jiarui quickly turned back to apologize, saying he was sorry, and then he saw his master, who was always cold-hearted, with a look of "well done" on his face!
Cheng Ji awkwardly got off Qi Beisong, patted Zhao Jiarui on the shoulder, and said, "Brother, can you switch seats and let me drive?"
In order to keep his golden rice bowl at Hongsheng, Zhao Jiarui said "no" five times in a row.
The car became quiet again, as if the commotion just now had never happened.
Qi Beisong was like a pervert, recalling the feeling of that hug just now, thinking to himself, Cheng Cheng has a really nice and strong waist, I wonder how it feels when she shakes it
Cheng Ji winked at Shen Zimo through him, telling him to stop talking and find a chance to get off the car.
Shen Zimo couldn't help but feel complacent, thinking that he was better in this secret war.
Qi Beisong noticed the two of them flirting with each other, and leaned over to Cheng Ji's ear and said, "Can you please stop causing trouble for others?"
If there is any harm, it can only be directed at me.
Cheng Ji angrily whispered: "I'm not a disaster!"
"How about a deal?" Qi Beisong whispered.
"What deal?"
"As long as you ignore him from now on, I won't touch him."
Cheng Ji whispered: "Qi Beisong, you have no right to fucking control me!"
Qi Beisong said: "This is your fault. This person surnamed Shen is the one I left over. Even if I don't want him, it's not your turn to touch him."
Cheng Ji was so angry that he raised his voice a little: "Who the hell touched it? Why do you always say this to me?!"
It was particularly awkward because Qi Beisong was very jealous.
"Are you a rag picker?"
"I'll pick you up a few!!"
Cheng Ji no longer wanted to talk to Qi Beisong, so he turned his face away and said, "Anyway, as long as you send him back to school safely today, everything will be fine."
"I won't go back to school!" Shen Zimo refused without thinking. He was unwilling to lose this battle.
Qi Beisong sneered and said to Zhao Jiarui, "Ruizi, he doesn't want to go back to school. Why don't you throw him into the bay?"
"Qi Beisong! Stop doing nothing!" Cheng Ji said angrily.
Qi Beisong introduced: "The one driving the car is Zhao Jiarui, who has won the national Jeet Kune Do championship for three consecutive years. If it weren't for his poor discipline, he would have been transferred to the capital to protect the country's leaders. I feel that you and Lei Jing together can barely tie with him."
He didn't say that Zhao Jiarui was actually very docile and fed all the stray cats in the community by himself.
Zhao Jiarui said modestly: "No, no, Cheng... um, he's also very good!"
He didn't know how to address Cheng Ji appropriately. If he called him "brother", he was younger than him. If he called him "Little Cheng", he always felt that he was not qualified enough. If he called him "Cheng Cheng", he was afraid that Qi Beisong would be angry. If he called him "Young Madam", Old Qi would be happy, but he was afraid that Cheng Ji would want to lift up his skull.
"He's very fast." Cheng Ji said sincerely.
Zhao Jiarui also said sincerely: "You are too kind!"
Cheng Ji stopped talking, holding the edge of the chair with his hands, sitting upright with his back straight. This was a rather nervous posture, which showed that although he praised Zhao Jiarui, he was actually on guard.
Shen Zimo would steal a glance at him from time to time, but every time he was met with Qi Beisong's eyes as sharp as a sword.
Qi Beisong was stuck between the two of them the whole time, refusing to give an inch, his legs almost spread apart.
Cheng Ji asked unhappily, "Are your balls swollen?"
“Not swollen.”
"If it's not swollen, why are you spreading your legs so wide?"
"This is my car, I like it."
"You're squeezing me."
"Hold it."
"You are squeezing him too." Cheng Ji said.
Qi Beisong was even more unhappy. He stretched out his elbows unreasonably and lay across the back seat like a crab.
"…" Cheng Ji asked, "What are you doing?"
Qi Beisong glanced at him and thought, you dare to cheat on your man before you even get married, I’ll kill you!
The car arrived at the Academy of Fine Arts. Qi Beisong kept his promise and opened the door to let Shen Zimo get off.
Shen Zimo was unwilling to give up and wanted to be stubborn, but Cheng Ji said, "You go back first, I'll come to see you in two days."
"In a few days?" Shen Zimo asked.
Qi Beisong rolled his eyes impatiently. Shen Zimo was afraid of him and looked at Cheng Ji expectantly. Seeing that the other party was also very determined, he had to walk away with a sad face, looking back every few steps.
Qi Beisong quickly closed the car door and complained: "What's the point of you being with this guy? He's like a sticky candy!"
He said what Cheng Ji was always embarrassed and couldn't bear to think about, which was escape and boredom.
In fact, after Shen Zimo got off the car, Cheng Ji had the urge to breathe a sigh of relief. On the one hand, he finally didn't have to worry about Qi Beisong making things difficult for Shen Zimo tonight. On the other hand, his mind might not have realized that he preferred to get along with Qi Beisong, but his body understood, so he relaxed.
"Where are we going now?" Zhao Jiarui asked.
"Blue sky." Qi Beisong said.
The blue sky is his home, a high-rise elevator apartment located near the bay, with a first-class sea view and far away from the Qi family mansion.
Cheng Ji was startled and asked, "Why? Aren't you going to take me back to Changkang Hospital?"
Qi Beisong looked ahead of the car, his expression finally showing fatigue: "I just came out of the airport, and my luggage is in the car. I have to go home to put it down, and it's just on the way from here. If I go back to the hospital, it will take another 40 minutes."
Cheng Ji then noticed that there was a small car clothes hanger above the passenger seat, on which hung several clothes that needed to be ironed, including formal three-piece suits, shirts, coats and down jackets. This long journey was not easy.
The rapidly receding street lights illuminated Qi Beisong's face. Cheng Ji saw his dark circles under his eyes, slightly swollen eyelids, and his hair was a little messy.
He actually didn't go anywhere after getting off the plane, didn't even go home or put down his luggage, but went straight to Changkang Hospital? Why
Qi Beisong yawned and said, "Don't stare at me. I'm tired."
Moreover, I haven't had a good sleep for almost a day and a night. My pores are large, my face is oily, and I have acne on my chin. Even applying a facial mask can't save me. I don't look handsome at all.
"What are you thinking about?" Cheng Ji asked.
Qi Beisong closed his eyes, half-lay down on the back seat of the car, pushed Cheng Ji into the corner, crossed his fingers on his chest, and smiled: "Don't think about anything."
"Want to take me home to fight?" Cheng Ji asked.
"Nonsense." Qi Beisong said.
After a while, he said, "I saved you, don't you admit it?"
Cheng Ji looked out the window and admitted it.
The sticky feeling from Shen Zimo's touch still remained on his skin. It was not comfortable, nor was it enjoyable. It was even a little disgusting. If possible, he would rather rub it off with soap and a towel.
"After all, we are both enemies and friends. How does it feel to be rescued by me?" Qi Beisong asked with a smile.
Cheng Ji did not answer.
Qi Beisong sat up straighter, pulled him around and asked, "Hey, you can't refuse? If verbal refusal doesn't work, then use your fists, just like you did to me."
Cheng Ji raised his beautiful dark eyes and looked at him, with a look of helplessness in them.
"You should repay a drop of kindness with a spring of water, right? You are too grateful for others' kindness, you fool." Qi Beisong said, "You said I am childish, but in fact you are more childish than me. No, you are childish, but even worse than childish."
“…Don’t describe it in a random way.”
"So you need someone like me to remind you all the time." Qi Beisong lay down again, "Reasonable use of violence is beneficial to physical and mental health."
"Fool." Cheng Ji returned this glorious title to him.
Qi Beisong smiled and said, "Come to the fool's lair and have a cup of tea. It will be your way of repaying my favor."
Cheng Ji felt that he had to make things clear: "Qi Beisong, I know you said those things just now to deliberately provoke him, but you are wrong. I am not that kind of person."
"What kind of person?" Qi Beisong played dumb.
"I take relationships seriously." Cheng Ji's eyes widened.
If Zhao Jiarui hadn't been there, Qi Beisong would have probably thrown himself on him and kissed him, even if it meant getting beaten!
"…Okay," Qi Beisong looked out the window with a suppressed look, "I apologize to you."
Please be more serious with me in the future.
Blue Sky is far away from the hustle and bustle, located on the hillside of the bay. Although it is an elevator building, the highest floor is only four floors, so it would be more appropriate to call it a garden house.
The sea view here is pleasant, and it has its own charm regardless of whether it is sunny, rainy or snowy. However, life here is not convenient. There are no schools, hospitals, vegetable markets, buses or subways nearby, and you must have a private car to go in and out. Only wealthy bachelors like Qi Beisong, who have nothing to do but have everything they want, and are out of touch with reality, would be willing to live here permanently.
In fact, the Qi family has a villa nearby that covers nearly three acres and has a construction area of nearly 1,500 square meters, but Qi Beisong doesn't like it. In his words, only empty-nest elderly people live in that kind of place, as if living in a large flat on the top floor does not mean you are an empty-nest.
Zhao Jiarui sent the two of them to the blue sky and drove the car into the basement.
As there were too many luggages, Zhao Jiarui and Qi Beisong were responsible for carrying the suitcases. Cheng Ji couldn't bear to stand by and watch, so he picked up a few of Qi Beisong's coats. The three of them took the elevator upstairs and entered the house. Cheng Ji just looked around and found that Zhao Jiarui had left.
"Where are the people?" Cheng Ji asked, "Won't Zhao Jiarui take me back to the hospital?"
Qi Beisong was so tired that he didn't care about anything else and just collapsed on the sofa. He said, "He went to park the car and came up. He parked the car in the aisle just now to make it easier to unload the luggage."
But Zhao Jiarui did not park the car. He drove away directly, thinking of filling up the gas first and then handing the car over to Wang Beifeng. He would rest the next day or the day after tomorrow.
Cheng Ji waited and waited but he didn't come back, so he couldn't help but wonder and asked again.
At this time, Qi Beisong received a message from Zhao Jiarui on his mobile phone, saying that he was too careless and forgot about the guest, and asked if he wanted to come back to pick up Cheng Ji.
Qi Beisong replied: Go quickly! !
He was so happy that he thought that although Ruizi was ignorant, he often succeeded in doing things accidentally. Now he was becoming a driving force for progress!
"It's okay," Qi Beisong said lazily with his eyes closed, "If Ruizi doesn't come back, I'll take you there later. I have four cars in the basement."
Cheng Ji had no choice but to wait for him to take him home. While waiting, he took off his down jacket, because Qi Beisong's home was equipped with the standard three-constant system of luxury homes, with constant temperature, constant humidity and constant oxygen. The temperature was kept at 22 degrees Celsius all year round. For Cheng Ji, who was used to the broken air conditioning in Changkang Hospital, it was as hot as a bathhouse.
It just so happened that he was not wearing enough clothes, just a pair of pants. In this environment, he felt that his joints were no longer cold and his knees felt comfortable.
Apart from the temperature and humidity, there is nothing much to say. The decoration style of this house is extremely simple, with many straight lines and large areas of neutral colors, white walls and huge windows. It has everything it should have and nothing it shouldn't have.
Although Qi Beisong is rich, his aesthetic taste is not exaggerated, which may be related to his grandparents who raised him since childhood. People in that era regarded hardship and simplicity as beauty, and even if they ate special food, being too coquettish would be despised.
The house must have been cleaned by someone specially assigned to do so. Even though the owner had been away for more than ten days, the tables, chairs and cabinets were still sparkling clean.
Qi Beisong was lying on the sofa, dozing off. He stole a glance at Cheng Ji and saw that he was fidgeting. He jumped up and said, "I'm going to take a shower!"
Cheng Ji was sitting on the shoe-changing stool, shaking his legs. He looked up when he heard this: "Huh?"
You mean we have to wait
Qi Beisong said: "On the way back, the plane was delayed due to weather reasons. I stayed at the airport for ten hours, flew in the air for fourteen or fifteen hours, and it took another two hours from the airport to home. Do you think it was uncomfortable after all this?"
Cheng Ji said, "Go wash up, I'll wait for you."
This sentence has three ambiguities, but it sounded tenfold to Qi Beisong. His blood suddenly became hot. Feeling something was wrong, he hurriedly turned around and went to the bathroom. Before leaving, he pointed randomly and said, "There are black tea, green tea, oolong tea, and coffee in the tea cabinet. There are red wine, beer, and foreign liquor in the refrigerator. Drink as much as you want!"
Cheng Ji said "Oh" and continued to sit and shake his legs, with his head lowered. The shadow of his eyelashes fell on his fair cheeks. His sweatshirt was old and the collar was slightly open, revealing his clear collarbone.
Qi Beisong wanted to kiss her right then and there, but he couldn't. Of course he dared to do it, but he couldn't bear to.
Cheng Ji could not hear the sound of water coming from the master bedroom bathroom. He was almost falling asleep while waiting, while Qi Beisong was basically taking cold showers in order to cool down, reduce dryness, and keep the water boiling to maintain a night of pure passion.
Cheng Ji walked through the living room to the balcony, looking at the night sea view.
It was truly beautiful. The stars in the dark blue sky and the lights on earth were interwoven into a piece, flickering in perfect harmony. He didn't know where the sky was and where the sea was, as they all poured towards him.
When people die, they can no longer see the sea of stars, only a dark and deep tunnel, but it is not cold and not painful.
He died in a sky full of rosy clouds, woke up in a cold night with a light snow, and now he sees the brilliant stars again. He feels that both lives were worth it.
He liked Qi Beisong's balcony, which was spacious enough for horse racing, and the outdoor sofas placed under the starry sky. Unfortunately, the January sea breeze was too cold, otherwise he would really like to go out for a drink. Life is short, so just drink and relax!
Qi Beisong took more than 20 minutes to come out of the bathroom. He was wearing a T-shirt, pajamas, a bathrobe, and slippers. He didn't look like he was going out at all. He opened the refrigerator door to look for ice cubes. He saw Cheng Ji turning around from the balcony glass door, so he deliberately slowed down his movements.
Cheng Ji looked at him and saw that his handsome face was covered with moisture, his wet hair stuck to his slender neck, and his white T-shirt was bulging with wrinkles, revealing the outline of his firm muscles.
Cheng Ji knew that Qi Beisong was good-looking, and he could appreciate that kind of good looks, but whether he wanted to touch him or not was another matter.
To be honest, many boys have had contact with the same sex since childhood, and it is normal to touch birds and eggs while playing, but Cheng Ji couldn't imagine who would dare to touch Qi Beisong. Even if there was someone, the grass on that person's grave would probably be more than one meter high.
He asked Qi Beisong: "Can we go now?"
The latter threw him a new bath towel and said, "You should take a bath too."
"Me?" Cheng Ji was puzzled.
"You didn't even get to take a shower in the hospital just now, right?" Qi Beisong said.
He said this without any distractions, purely out of pity. Cheng Ji really took a cold shower, his nose is still blocked and he speaks in a gurgling voice.
Cheng Ji was somewhat tempted. Even if he went back now, he would not be able to take a shower. The small Changkang Hospital was very smart. It only provided daily hot water to the wards for two hours a day. The rest of the time, he had to use a thermos to fetch water from the hot water room. The water in a thermos was only enough to soak his feet.
"Go ahead." Qi Beisong advised, "I'll wait for you."
As he spoke, he took a big sip from the wine glass in his hand.
Cheng Ji was startled and asked, "What are you drinking?"
"Whiskey on the rocks, it'll make your stomach feel better." Qi Beisong said, "Do you want some?"
Cheng Ji was helpless: "Tsk! You're going to drive in a while, why are you drinking foreign wine? As the New Year approaches, the traffic police set up checkpoints all over the streets to catch drunk drivers. Zhao Jiarui was just stopped, and the traffic police insisted that he blow the instrument before leaving. Have you forgotten?"
"…" Qi Beisong reacted and asked, "Can you drive?"
Cheng Jihui, but he doesn't have a driver's license in this world, and driving without a license and driving under the influence will result in detention.
Qi Beisong quickly said, "It's okay, give me an hour to get rid of the smell!"
"It can be detected even if you drink some Huoxiang Zhengqi water." Cheng Ji asked unhappily, "What's the alcohol content of your foreign wine?"
"Forty." Qi Beisong glanced at the bottle and corrected, "Forty-three degrees..."
Since he had to wait anyway, Cheng Ji had no choice but to take a shower. Of course, he would not use the master bedroom bathroom, so Qi Beisong directed him to the guest bedroom.
When his slightly slender figure disappeared in the corridor, Qi Beisong suddenly drank the whiskey in the glass, grinned and laughed silently, his shoulders shaking and his whole body trembling.
That first bite was definitely not intentional, but now it was exactly the opposite!
Thanks to the night, thanks to the alcohol, thanks to the traffic police! He was able to keep Cheng Ji tonight!
Mother-in-law, you have no objection to borrowing your son for a few hours, right