While wiping his hair, Cheng Ji bent down to observe Qi Beisong, with helplessness written all over his face.
Qi Beisong fell asleep face down on the sofa in the time it took to take a shower. Cheng Ji knew that he was very tired after returning from a business trip and had drunk some wine, but he didn't expect him to die so soon.
"You said you would send me back," Cheng Ji said with some grievance, "What should I do now?"
There was only one local minibus parked nearby. Not to mention that I didn't know the journey time, even if I knew, the last bus would have already left.
The keys to the four cars Qi Beisong mentioned were all placed on the shoe cabinet at the entrance. They were all luxury cars and should have gas, but Cheng Ji couldn't touch them. First of all, he didn't have a driver's license, and secondly, what was the difference between touching a car and stealing it
He robbed Qi Beisong's car, but that time he was trying to save someone and had no choice.
Qi Beisong doesn't ride a motorcycle, and he doesn't have any electric vehicles or bicycles, so the only way to leave the Blue Sky Community is to walk. Cheng Ji is not stupid enough to walk back. It is at least ten kilometers away from Changkang Hospital, and it will be dawn when he reaches the destination.
Besides, he was in such a hurry when he came out that he had no money and no cell phone.
He pushed Qi Beisong gently, but the man didn't even open his eyes, he just tightened the collar of his pajamas.
Cheng Ji sighed, sat on the corner of the sofa with a sad face, and continued to wipe his hair slowly, watching others sleep.
But Qi Beisong didn't sleep at all!
How could he possibly sleep? All the blood in his body went to that indescribable place, and his penis was swollen and hard, almost painful. Even if he wanted to sleep, it would be uncomfortable!
He was using all his willpower to fight against his instinct and pretend to be calm. He had to keep his eyeballs still under his eyelids and his breathing steady. However, he could not control the tenseness of his muscles, nor could he stop his heart from beating wildly in his chest!
He is procrastinating, he is cheating, he is taking advantage of Cheng Ji.
Shen Zimo took advantage of this. Cheng Ji treated the "good people" he identified with a kind of tenderness without a bottom line. He knew clearly where the line was, but he gave in again and again, to the point of putting himself at a disadvantage.
For example, now, he is in a hurry to go back to Changkang Hospital, he can just pull Qi Beisong up and force him to drive him back, even if the other party is drunk.
—Qi Beisong can drink a lot, so that small glass of low-alcohol whiskey is like a throat soothing drink for him.
But Cheng Ji didn't know how to push or shake the bicycle, and he understood Qi Beisong's fatigue from the long flight.
Qi Beisong knew that he was not his good friend, and Shen Zimo was not worthy of being his brother, so how would Cheng Ji treat his brother? Would he give his life to others
Qi Beisong was jealous again, jealous of someone he had never met before. He swore that as long as he was around, he would stop anyone from being Cheng Ji's brother, let alone sister!
Cheng Ji nudged him again and whispered into his ear, "Stop pretending."
Qi Beisong underestimated Cheng Ji's insight. After all, he had received training, and although he had not done much criminal investigation and interrogation, he had at least watched it.
"Don't pretend to be asleep. I definitely won't force a drunk to drive. Are you stupid?"
These soft and light words almost made Qi Beisong lose his temper. He sat up suddenly, pushed Cheng Ji away, and ran to the master bedroom, slamming the door.
Cheng Ji was completely confused, not knowing what this man was trying to do. He chased after him and stuck to the door to listen for a long time, but unfortunately the door was simple in style but made of thick material, with excellent sound insulation, so he didn't hear anything.
"Master Qi?" he asked tentatively, "Master Qi? President Qi?"
There was no sound inside.
"Qi Beisong?"
"elder brother??"
… No way, she just left him in the living room and went to sleep? The way rich people entertain guests is indeed different!
He waited for a while before giving up trying to push the door open. He was about to pour himself a glass of water when the door suddenly opened again.
Qi Beisong strode out with his head held high, as if he had changed into a bathrobe. His hair was dripping with water, and he had taken off his T-shirt. The belt of his bathrobe was tied tightly around his waist, and the open neckline revealed a small piece of his wheat-colored chest.
"What's wrong with you?" Cheng Ji asked.
"It's none of your business!" Qi Beisong said rudely.
“…” Cheng Ji thought angrily: Well, it’s really none of my business.
Qi Beisong opened the refrigerator door, grabbed some ice cubes and threw them into his mouth, chewing them hard, with a ferocious expression on his face.
Cheng Ji moved back to the floor-to-ceiling glass window on the balcony in boredom and continued to look at the sea in the night.
Qi Beisong sat at the bar in the kitchen, clenched his fists, and bit the ice cubes with loud noises. The sound seemed to come from his blood vessels, crackling, crunching... He had just taken a five-minute shower in the washbasin and his brain was almost frozen, but now there were signs of heat again.
He was wrong and thought too simply. He shouldn't have brought Cheng Ji back, and he shouldn't have kept him because he couldn't control the situation!
How beautiful! He thought fiercely while chewing the ice.
He completely understood the feelings of Shen Zimo and that ex-boyfriend who had disappeared. Cheng Ji, who had just come out of the bathroom, was so attractive. He was beautiful, smooth and moist, with pink ears... but he also had a tenacious spirit. He was not a soft and boneless animal, but a strong little beast.
He was wrong before, Shen Zimo is not the handsome snake, Cheng Ji is, and he has always been like this, he is more clingy than anyone else!
For nearly half a month, Qi Beisong had been dating his right hand at night, with Cheng Ji on his mind.
—white, with delicate cheeks, smooth bones and smooth skin, it snaked up along his body, refusing to let go, twisting in the dark night and waking him up in a sweat.
Only then did he realize how torturous this kind of love was. All the muscles and blood in his body were beating, but he could not find a way out.
Don't talk to him about Plato's spiritual enjoyment. He is only 25 years old. He can party all night and drink a lot of alcohol and still go to work and handle affairs normally the next day. He has not started drinking wolfberry for health preservation.
He just wants it, he can't separate liking from desire.
Qi Beisong looked up at the soft light from the kitchen ceiling light and thought: Actually, he could do something to Cheng Ji.
He heard from Wang Beifeng that Cheng Ji could not drink much and only a little bit of alcohol would make him confused.
But he couldn't. This was not some romantic encounter or 419. He couldn't expect Cheng Ji to have lost his memory when he woke up the next morning. He couldn't accept that no one would pretend to know each other when he walked out of this door tomorrow. What was more terrible was that he didn't want Cheng Ji to suffer any grievances.
Imagine how he, a straight man and a virgin, felt when he was pressed down by men and confessed his love to them one after another. How terrified and disgusted he must have been.
That was his baby, he had to be serious with it, be careful with it, and hold it in his arms.
It's a pity that the baby was too slow and didn't feel anything at all. Why could he sense Shen Zimo's intention but not his own
Did he think that the Qi family would never be interested in him? Or did he think that Qi Beisong's fighting ability was not as good as a goose, and he would fall down with a casual fight, so there was no need to worry
He didn't even know that he was the only friend who could enter the house so far!
… You are wrong. We are not friends, companions, love, or toys. We are both enemies and friends. Based on this, we should proceed step by step!
Qi Beisong swallowed the ice cubes, walked out of the kitchen and asked, "Why are you standing there like an idiot?"
Cheng Ji was startled by him again, turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I'm hungry," Qi Beisong said, "Can you cook? Make me something to eat."
He had eaten on the plane and was not hungry now, but when he was lying on the sofa just now, he heard Cheng Ji's stomach growling. Cheng Ji probably hadn't had dinner yet.
"Is your cooking nasty or delicious?" he threatened, "If it's nasty, I'll get mad."
He didn't originally have this problem of saying one thing and thinking another, but he developed this problem after he met Cheng Ji. It is estimated that as long as Cheng Ji doesn't treat him well, he will not be able to recover in a short time.
Cheng Ji rolled his eyes and said directly: "It tastes terrible!"
He was really hungry, so he came over and asked Qi Beisong if he could look in the refrigerator. Qi Beisong said, "Whatever!"
Cheng Ji took out a few packs of frozen dumplings from the refrigerator and started to set up the pot and light the stove to boil water. Qi Beisong leaned against the kitchen door and looked at him, trying to pretend to be indifferent.
"Chinese cabbage and pork filling." Cheng Ji read the words on the dumpling packaging bag. "If this tastes bad, don't blame me. You should go and complain to the manufacturer."
"If it's overcooked, it's your fault," said Qi Beisong.
Cheng Ji curled his lips, because the two of them were too awkward in silence, he continued to find a topic: "You don't usually eat at home, right?"
"No."
"What if I want to eat at home?"
"Brother Hai will send a nanny to cook."
"Zheng Haiping?" Cheng Ji asked.
Qi Beisong said sarcastically, "Yes, Zheng Haiping. There are two stewards in our Qi family mansion. The first steward is about the same age as my grandfather and has retired long ago. We gave him a title to respect the elderly. The second steward is Zheng Haiping. Several old and young people in our Qi family are in his hands. They can't live without him for a day. How important do you think he is?"
When talking about Zheng Haiping, Cheng Ji felt a little ashamed.
Qi Beisong said: "You don't even take seriously Zheng Haiping, who is good at everything, so why can't you deal with Shen Zimo?"
He hated Shen Zimo the most for coveting Cheng Ji, but he always had to bring it up, as if he felt pleasure in self-torture.
Cheng Ji put his hands on the cooking table, looked at him sadly, and said, "Stop talking, I don't like it."
Qi Beisong looked at him, and suddenly he asked impulsively: "Compared to him, are you more comfortable with me?"
After saying this, his palms began to sweat, his back and waist became stiff, and his eardrums pounded, as if he was waiting for some kind of judgment.
Finally, Cheng nodded: "Yes."
Qi Beisong straightened up all of a sudden.
Cheng Ji thought for a moment and said, "We've fought more than once, and we've said a lot of mean things to each other. You've said you wanted to kill me at least eight hundred times, but I really prefer to be with you than with Shen Zimo. I'm not lying."
Qi Beisong was so excited that he almost went out to the streets to show off his love, but he still asked with a stern face, "Why?"
Cheng Ji said: "Because... Let me explain it this way. Actually, I was in a relationship and was dumped. The reason was not the other person, but me."
"I can't deal with those who are too petty, coquettish or too gentle. I can't coax them. I'm afraid that they will always be nice to me while chasing me to ask 'Do you love me?' 'How much do you love me?' 'Is it true love or fake love?' It seems that no matter what I do, they are not satisfied and always owe them something. Shen Zimo is very good to me and takes care of me in every possible way, but it also makes me tired and makes me want to escape."
Qi Beisong actually completely missed the point: "When have you ever been in love?"
Previous life.
Cheng Ji said: "Junior high school, high school, college, no?"
Sure, but Qi Beisong had the urge to find all his ex-boyfriends or girlfriends and beat them to death on the spot.
"You're still so stupid after being in a relationship?" Qi Beisong said, "It's wrong for Shen Zimo to keep touching you without your consent. It's more terrible than asking for love. It's an infringement!"
“…” Cheng Ji looked at him speechlessly, thinking that if I hadn’t chased you away the first time, you would have treated him the same way next time!
Qi Beisong continued to argue: "If you are too embarrassed to do it again, just let me do it. The bastard knew that you don't like men but still did it on purpose. It's sexual harassment and he should be beaten to death!"
Cheng Ji's face turned red: "Don't mention it."
"Is it disgusting to be touched by a man?"
Cheng Ji was evasive: "Don't ask..."
I'm asking because I want to touch you too! I'll touch you more roughly and fiercely than he does! I'll pin you down with no place to escape and scratch you with my sharp claws like a wild animal!
Qi Beisong turned around and left in distress!
The water was boiling, and Cheng Ji put the dumplings into the pot. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Qi Beisong coming back with a bottle of foreign liquor in his hand.
"You're still drinking?" Cheng Ji asked in surprise.
"I can't drive today anyway." Qi Beisong said, "I have a headache, and drinking is just right for sleeping."
Cheng Ji put down the colander, walked to the coat rack behind the door, fumbled in his down jacket pocket for a while, and threw a tablet into Qi Beisong's arms: "Painkillers. You bought these, after all. Take two tablets if you have a headache, but don't take them with wine. Go get yourself a glass of warm water."
Qi Beisong stared at the medicine in his hand, then looked at Cheng Ji.
“???” Cheng Ji was puzzled.
Qi Beisong said loudly: "Why don't you just..."
Why don't you just stay here! Why don't you just follow me! Why don't you just waste this night and let me do whatever I want! !
You are my wife because you use my kitchen!!
As a result, Cheng Ji went to look in the refrigerator again and said, "Boiled dumplings alone are too dry. I'll make a simple pickled mustard and egg soup. Hmm? What did you say just now?"
"Nothing." Qi Beisong said, "Just eat more."
Cheng Ji smiled and said, "I want to eat more. You don't know that I'm almost starving now."
It didn't matter that he smiled. Qi Beisong ran away with his hands on his hips and refused to come out again.
As Cheng Ji ate dumplings one bite after another, he was still wondering what was wrong with this man today. Sometimes he laughed, sometimes he got angry, and his expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book. Was he tired and had a bad temper, or was he mentally ill
He would never guess that Young Master Qi would be thinking about him.
He also couldn't guess what Qi Beisong was doing under the quilt, whether he was pulling him almost as punishment, swallowing his name in his throat.
In his eyes, Qi Beisong was like a butterfly flying through flowers and willows, big and gorgeous, but unfortunately arrogant and heartless, he would take the nectar and fly away quickly to another flower, and he had the habits of a playboy and was occasionally childish.
How can a person who plays with others have true feelings? He felt that Qi Beisong was not as good as him. He was not very good at emotions, but he knew not to disappoint others.
Thinking of the word "let down", he began to have a headache again. If he had not rescued Shen Zimo that night, would he have avoided all these troubles? He finally got to live again, why couldn't he live a peaceful life
As the old saying goes, there is no such thing as a peaceful life. Someone is carrying the burden for you.
In his previous life, he carried a heavy burden and finally died gloriously. It seems that he can't let go of the burden in this life.
He continued to eat dumplings stuffed with cabbage and pork, to satisfy his internal organs and to add fuel to his journey forward.
Qi Beisong waited until late at night before daring to come out. At this time, Cheng Ji was already fast asleep on the sofa, and the down jacket that was originally used as a quilt fell to the ground. Perhaps because the temperature in the room was too suitable, he had not noticed that the hem of his sweater was slightly lifted up, revealing a small part of his tight waist and round belly button.
There was a plate of dumplings on the table, which Cheng Ji had left for him.
Qi Beisong grabbed one and put it in his mouth, then went to the guest room and got a thin quilt to cover Cheng Ji. After a long struggle between his conscience and his desires, he sat down at his feet.
"I'm not feeling well..." Qi Beisong rubbed his face and whispered, "You're the only one in my dreams..."
"If word gets out about me like this, I'll be too embarrassed to live like this anymore."
"The dumplings are delicious. Everything you cook tastes good."
"I will send you back at dawn. I was wrong today. I shouldn't have kept you..."
His cell phone was ringing in the room. It was one o'clock in the morning. Who would dare to call him at this time
He went back to his room to get his phone and found it was Wang Beifeng.
"What's wrong? Are you drunk?" he asked impatiently.
"Mr. Qi!" Wang Beifeng shouted, "Is Cheng Ji with you? I asked Zhao Jiarui, and he said he sent Cheng Ji to the blue sky!"
"What happened in my house?"
Wang Beifeng said, "Hurry up and ask him to go back to the hospital. His mother suddenly passed away an hour ago!"
Qi Beisong held his cell phone motionlessly.
"Master Qi!"
"I'm drunk and can't drive. Come pick us up!" Qi Beisong said in a deep voice into the microphone, "As fast as possible!"