Qi Beisong slept until noon and woke up. Facing a strange bed, a strange room and a strange smell, his first thought was of course to wonder where he was.
Finally he remembered, and suddenly threw back the quilt and sat up.
The temperature in the room was very low, and the wooden windows were not very airtight, so someone had stuffed strips of cloth into the cracks to prevent the cold from coming in. A heater that looked like an electric fan was working right next to the bed, glowing orange, and the warmth enveloped a small area around him.
Yet it was still cold, for he was stripped naked from the inside out.
There is a smell of something on my body and some signs of dryness. Even though it is my own, I still need to take a shower quickly.
There were still wounds on his limbs, especially on the back of his hands, from last night's self-inflicted injuries. Fortunately, they were not serious. There was still blood on his forehead, and a thin scab had formed.
The bed sheet was a mess, and it was obvious that someone wanted to change it, but he was lying on it like a dead pig, so it wasn't changed.
There was a cup of cold water on the bedside. He grabbed it and drank it all in one gulp. His thirsty throat felt a little better.
Then he wrapped himself in a quilt, huddled in the inner bed, and uttered the first syllable with difficulty: "Cheng..."
He had already seen Cheng Ji shrinking outside the door, refusing to step in.
“…Are you okay?” He pushed back the hair hanging in front of his eyes and asked hoarsely.
"It's okay." Cheng Ji said.
"Come in and let me see you."
"what?"
"Let me see." Qi Beisong said without question.
Cheng Ji then moved most of his body into the crack of the door, his eyes wandering around, but not looking in his direction.
Qi Beisong breathed a sigh of relief: except for the pale face and dark shadows under the eyes, the rest of Cheng Ji's body was intact, with no parts missing.
He had some memory loss and only remembered about one-third of what happened last night, but he was still clear about how crazy he was and how hard he hit.
"Are you hurt?" he asked softly.
"Don't worry, no." Cheng Ji blushed and pulled the collar of his sweater higher, almost to his lips, "This... this high collar, others can't see it."
"Can you help me take off my clothes?" Qi Beisong asked.
"Yes, because it was dirty." Cheng Ji said, "I washed what could be washed. The coat is still clean. I didn't dare to touch the cashmere sweater. You can go back and find someone to dry clean it yourself."
Qi Beisong didn't care where his clothes went. He frowned and said, "Just throw them away. I think I told you not to wash clothes with cold water in the winter."
Cheng Ji slowly turned his gaze to the sky: "Not washing? Then how to erase the traces of the crime? Do you know how exaggerated you are?"
"… "
Cheng Ji said, "You have so much f*cking stock. It took me the whole morning to wash."
Qi Beisong looked at him obsessively: "I'm sorry... baby."
Cheng Ji quickly took a step back: "I accept the first half of your sentence, but don't say the second half. It's not good for others to hear it. I'm an ordinary citizen and I don't care. It's not good for you."
Qi Beisong smiled bitterly: "You still don't believe it, right?"
Of course Cheng Ji didn't believe it. He was also a man and knew that none of the words spoken at critical moments were sincere.
He turned his face away awkwardly: "Come down quickly, I still have to change the sheets, so that my godfather won't find out."
"So what if they found out?" Qi Beisong felt uncomfortable when he heard the word "godfather", and his tone couldn't help but become sour.
Cheng Ji asked back, "What would happen if your dad saw you bringing someone home to do that? Come down and take a shower."
Without waiting for an answer, he slipped out through the crack in the door again. The water heater switch was in the kitchen, so he had to go down and turn it on.
Qi Beisong looked at the empty crack in the door, heard him walking down the wooden stairs, covered himself with the quilt and said, "If you don't believe me, then don't believe me. I'll do the same thing next time. It doesn't matter whether you take the medicine or not. The reason why there is too much inventory is because of you, you little bastard!"
Cheng Ji went upstairs and went to the bathroom. He said, "The water heater is more than ten years old. The water temperature may fluctuate. Be careful when you wash."
Qi Beisongguang|wrapped himself tightly in the quilt and followed, like Cheng Ji's big tail.
He asked, "Where is your stepfather?"
Cheng Ji said: "He's still sleeping down there."
"Still sleeping?" Qi Beisong was a little surprised. "How many drugs did the bastard in the bar give him?"
Cheng Ji smiled and said, "Thank goodness he didn't wake up, otherwise how would I explain the loud noise last night?"
"Why bother explaining? Just leave it as it is." Qi Beisong said, "The rice has been cooked."
Cheng Ji lowered his head to test the water temperature. Qi Beisong leaned against the shower glass and looked at him without blinking: his hair was still as short, and his profile was still as handsome, but it was a pity that the ambiguous red mole on the back of his neck was blocked by the collar of his sweater.
Qi Beisong suddenly reached out from the quilt to pull his collar, and with a quick glance, he saw that his snow-white neck was covered with deep and shallow wei s.
Cheng Ji hurriedly dodged, his face blushing unconsciously: "What are you doing?"
"Tsk," Qi Beisong was actually quite satisfied, "I'm so damn attentive!"
In the future, I will keep up the good work and continue to serve my daughter-in-law in this spirit.
"..." Cheng Ji said, "You really are a fucking puppy!"
"Do you like puppies?" Qi Beisong asked with a wicked smile.
Cheng Ji pushed him away and went downstairs. In less than half a minute, he came back with a kitchen knife in his hand. He then chopped the bathroom door with the knife sharply, which scared Qi Beisong.
"Last night..." Cheng Ji slowly turned his head and looked at the man straight in the eye for the first time, "I actually wanted to chop you up like this."
"… "
"Then I thought about how you saved my life, and it would be disloyal to chop you off."
"… "
The two looked at each other, and Cheng Ji burst out laughing. His frosty face suddenly became lively.
Qi Beisong also laughed.
Just as he said, the matter is done and there is no point in avoiding the awkwardness. Cheng Ji is not the kind of person who would seek death if touched. He just holds the knife to scare people for fun.
Anyway, things like the Calabash Brothers incident happened to many boys during their teenage years, like when a few high school students hid in a classmate's house to watch a porn movie. Anyway, it was not a big deal and there was nothing to be pretentious about. Besides, Qi Beisong was drugged.
"Just think of it as me getting you for free, Mr. Qi?" Cheng Ji picked up the knife swiftly, not willing to make a joke.
"Bullshit." Qi Beisong said maliciously, "If I want to whore you, I'll whore you!"
Cheng Ji smiled and said, "You want to fight for this too?"
He thought to himself, you can't have sex with me. According to the way this world is set up, I can give birth. If you have sex with me, you'd have to be careful not to get someone killed.
He didn't even notice that there was a hint of coquettishness in his tone, but Qi Beisong heard it and changed his words without hesitation: "You prostituted me!"
You have to have dignity with everyone, but not with your baby. How much is dignity worth
The water temperature was about right, Cheng Ji asked Qi Beisong to take off the quilt and get in, and then said: "I've put your underwear by the stove downstairs to dry, it will be dry in less than two hours, I'll get you something to eat after you take a bath, and you can go back early after you finish eating."
"Kick me away?" Qi Beisong was unhappy.
"Is everything okay at your company?" Cheng Ji asked.
"fine."
Even if it was a big deal, Qi Beisong was unwilling to go back now.
He was naked under the shower. Cheng Ji wanted to leave but he refused, using the excuse that he didn't know how to adjust the water temperature. Cheng Ji had no choice but to hold the quilt and wait, feeling like a servant serving the young master while he took a bath.
Qi Beisong was well-trained and had a great body shape, with broad and strong shoulders and back, flexible and strong waist and abdomen without a trace of fat, and long and straight legs.
And he didn't shy away from it, just standing there for Cheng Ji to see. Yesterday's ordeal broke through his last bit of hesitation, and he vowed to become more shameless every day.
Cheng Ji had no time to watch, he was either observing the stains on the ceiling or studying the broken tiles on the floor, because he still remembered the touch of Qi Beisong's chest, which was very firm and bouncy, and it was better to touch than his own...
He quietly moved toward the bathroom door, but Qi Beisong called out to him again: "The water is so cold!"
Cheng Ji hurried downstairs to check the water heater, and sure enough, it was no longer heating up. He shouted to Qi Beisong to turn the faucet on and off again, but no matter what he tried, the old appliance just kept on striking.
He went upstairs reluctantly and saw Qi Beisong had already dried his body and wrapped himself in a quilt.
There was no heating in the noodle shop, and today the weather was fine and the snow outside was melting, so the temperature inside was lower than usual. Qi Beisong took a half-warm, half-cold bath and couldn't help sneezing.
After hitting him twice in a row, Cheng Ji asked him, "Are you cold?"
"It's not cold." Qi Beisong shook his head. He had to endure the cold.
"It's good that you're not cold." Cheng Ji had no choice but to say, "Kidney deficiency makes you feel cold, which shows that you've been through a lot."
"You're a rebel." Qi Beisong cursed with a smile, "Next time you talk to me, think before you speak. If you say something wrong, I'll fucking ask you to whore me!"
"Go away." Cheng Ji also laughed and asked, "Why don't you put on my clothes first?"
"I think the size is too small." Qi Beisong said proudly.
Cheng Ji went to the kitchen to cook noodles for Qi Beisong. The latter waited for less than three minutes and followed. He was happy!
The noodle shop's kitchen is very new and is usually well maintained, so there is no grease or odor around. It was the first time in Qi Beisong's life that he stepped into the kitchen of such a small street shop, and he actually found it quite warm.
The only thing he was dissatisfied with was that when he saw Cheng Ji washing vegetables under the cold tap in the kitchen with his hands red from the cold, he couldn't help but say something to him.
Cheng Ji turned a deaf ear to him, fished out the vegetables from the basin, and buried his head in chopping, making the chopping board make noises.
In his previous life, he had worked as a support force in a high altitude area for a year. The conditions there were difficult. During the mission, the supplies could not keep up. If he wanted to drink hot water, he had to boil snow. His brothers were too lazy to chew ice directly. This little bit of cold was nothing to him. Being afraid of the cold and being able to tolerate the cold are two different things.
Qi Beisong suddenly asked: "Did you enjoy yourself last night?"
Cheng Ji almost cut off his own finger. After a long while, he answered the question irrelevantly: "... I am tired!"
"Did I do anything to you?" Qi Beisong asked again, making a suggestive gesture.
He did, but Cheng Ji would not admit it.
"Are you comfortable?" Qi Beisong decided to get to the bottom of it.
"… "
Cheng Ji raised the knife and was about to chop again, Qi Beisong quickly shut up!
It looks like it's comfortable, but precisely because it's comfortable, and because it's forced, he feels embarrassed after he wakes up.
Qi Beisong saw a golden-shelled pack of Nine Five Supremes cigarettes by the cashier's counter. It was probably given to Lao Geng by someone. He didn't hesitate to open it and put one in Cheng Ji's mouth first: "Come on, come on, I'll give you a cigarette after the event."
It was the first time that Cheng Ji heard the word "you" from his mouth. It was really shocking.
He didn't have a smoking habit, so he smoked whenever he was offered one. He asked, "Why don't you light one for dad?"
Qi Beisong deliberately frowned: "Don't say that. Do you know who my father is?"
He searched all over the cashier counter but couldn't find a lighter, so he had to run to the gas stove to light a cigarette. Turning back, he saw Cheng Ji still holding the cigarette in his mouth, so he held his face and leaned closer, touching their cigarette butts, the light flickering, as if to pass the light to him.
Cheng Ji opened his eyes wide unconsciously, and all he could see was Qi Beisong's face which suddenly enlarged.
Qi Beisong's eyelashes, which were originally drooping, suddenly raised up and looked straight at him, sparks flickered in his dark eyes.
Cheng Ji dodged backwards, but Qi Beisong held the back of his head until the cigarette was lit.
"What are you hiding from?" Qi Beisong took a breath and asked wickedly.
"Fuck..." Cheng Ji blushed and held the cigarette at his lips, "I have hands..."
"I am happy to serve you~" Qi Beisong blew swirling smoke towards his neck and said with a smile, "Just enjoy it~"
I thought our world of two would continue for a while, but at this moment someone knocked on the door outside the store.
Huang Village is a tourist area with a unified landscape planning. All shops must install antique wooden doors outside the glass doors. They must be closed when closing time and opened when opening. Cheng Ji couldn't see who was outside and was about to ignore it when he heard a middle-aged woman shouting, "Lao Geng! Open the door! If you're lazy again, you'll get maggots!"
It’s Zhang Chunyu from Changkang Hospital!
Sister Yu knows Qi Beisong! Qi Beisong is disheveled!
Cheng Ji's face suddenly changed, and he quickly pulled Qi Beisong over and wanted to hide him in the room upstairs. Suddenly, Lao Geng, who was snoring at the Eight Immortals Table a second ago, came back to life and flew over to open the door!
"Godfather!" Cheng Ji called out to stop him, but it was too late.
Lao Geng was probably still sleepwalking, but he responded to the call of mission and his body acted instead of his brain.
Zhang Chunyu rushed in headfirst, swearing a lot, and it was obvious that he had been a bit of a jerk when he was young: "Damn it, Old Geng, you lazy bastard!"
Cheng Ji had no choice but to hide Qi Beisong behind him and called out, "Sister Yu."
"According to seniority, I should call her aunt!" Zhang Chunyu got a little dirty outside the door and was brushing it off with her head down. When she looked up, her chin couldn't close.
Qi Beisong frowned. Of course he had seen Vice President Zhang before, but he just couldn't remember where. After all, in the entire Changkang Hospital, only Cheng Ji was worthy of his attention.
Lao Geng opened the door in a daze, said nothing, and rolled onto the table to continue sleeping, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him.
Sister Yu stood there dumbfounded, her eyes following Qi Beisong's bare feet in slippers, rising to his bare calves, then to the quilt wrapped in a ball, and then to Master Qi's face that was obviously the result of a night of indulgence, and his lazy smoking posture... Finally, she looked at Cheng Ji, who also didn't know how to react.
"You...he...?" Sister Yu asked hesitantly.
"I...he..." Cheng Ji also stuttered.
"..." Sister Yu rushed to Cheng Ji, grabbed him and ran out the door. She didn't ask until she turned the corner, "Did you... did he... take any protective measures?"
"No! No, no, there was!" Cheng Ji said, "No, no, I didn't do it!"
"Ah?" Sister Yu didn't believe it.
"Really not!" Cheng Ji was so embarrassed that he turned around and walked into the store.
"Don't lie to me, I'm a doctor!" Sister Yu chased after him and whispered, "I told you not to have a baby, but did I teach you science for nothing last time?"
"Please, give me some face!" Cheng Ji begged in a low voice.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Chunyu was not the worst! Within half a minute, two more cars followed her car, both of which were familiar black Land Rovers!
Cheng Ji wanted to run back to inform Qi Beisong to evade, but was held back by Sister Yu and could not escape. The people in the Land Rover were well-trained and jumped out nimbly as soon as the door opened.
So they happily reunited in the limited business area of Huangcun Zhongyi Renyong Noodle Restaurant.
They are: Qi Beisong, President of Hongsheng Group;
Zheng Haiping, Operation Director of Qi's Residence and Assistant to the President of Hongsheng Group (concurrently),
Lei Jing, Special Assistant Director of Hongsheng Group,
Chen Chuan, Wang Beifeng, and Zhao Jiarui from the Special Assistant Department of Hongsheng Group,
As well as Cheng Ji, the godson of the owner of Huangcun Zhongyi Renyong Noodle Restaurant, and Zhang Chunyu, the deputy director of Changkang Hospital.
"… "
"… "
"… "
Cheng Ji's face turned pale and then red, and then red and then pale; Qi Beisong, wrapped in a quilt, smoked calmly.
Wang Beifeng and Zhao Jiarui's brains were empty. Lei Jing looked at his second ancestor. Zheng Haiping silently held down Chen Chuan's hand as he was about to join a WeChat group of 200 people.
Those people originally came to hold a meeting with Zhang Chunyu, and the main content of the meeting was to discuss the relationship between Cheng Ji and Qi Beisong. The reason why the meeting was chosen here was to have a meal, and Zheng Haiping wanted to ask Lao Geng for the secret recipe of making hair-losing chili sauce.
There is no need to discuss this now. Anyone with eyesight can see that these two shameless guys slept together last night.