Lao Geng was sleeping like a corpse on the eight-immortals table. The others were smoking around him, even Sister Yu had a cigarette between her fingers.
The King of Yesterday and Tomorrow, produced in Ningcheng, costs more than 100 yuan per pack, and there are ten thin cigarettes in a pack. This good thing that Lao Geng himself has never been willing to smoke was divided up without hesitation by two rich kids and their accomplices in the blink of an eye.
What's even more unethical is that they put a disposable paper cup on the table to use as an ashtray, only five centimeters away from Lao Geng's face, deliberately to smoke him.
Chen Chuan said, "Smoking is harmful to health, and secondhand smoke poisons the environment. In order to live a few more years, everyone has to be more restrained in the future. Isn't that right, Boss Lei?"
Zheng Haiping looked at Lei Jing thoughtfully.
Lei Jing immediately said, "Yes, so I quit smoking for several years."
"Several years?" Zheng Haiping asked.
"Um!"
Wang Beifeng and Zhao Jiarui said in unison: "Yes, we will testify!"
"Oh." Zheng Haiping turned his gaze back.
Zhang Chunyu exhaled smoke: "No one is perfect. I am a doctor, but I still can't quit."
In the smoke, Cheng Ji hung his head as if he was being judged, but Qi Beisong didn't care at all, with an expression that said "What do you think I have to do with my wife when I sleep with her?"
"Beisong, are you cold?" Zheng Haiping was the older brother after all, so he was first concerned about Young Master Qi's health.
"It's okay." Qi Beisong raised his head to knock off the ashes, wearing the floral quilt like it was haute couture.
"Where are your clothes?" Zheng Haiping asked again.
"It's baking now. It's almost dry." Cheng Jida replied.
He behaved himself in front of Zheng Haiping. Zheng Haiping was too calm and people dared not act rashly.
Zheng Haiping nodded and asked, "So, was it you, Mr. Cheng, who took the initiative in today's matter, or was it my Jinlian who took the initiative?"
Cheng Ji blinked for a long time before realizing that he was joking. What kind of person is this! He actually joked in such a gentle and serious tone, afraid that others would hear it, right
Lei Jing was trying not to laugh, but Chen Chuan couldn't help but said in the same tone, "How could the master take the initiative? I think it's Sixth Sister who is guilty."
Qi Beisong made a "pooh" sound. He was not that high and mighty in front of these buddies. He did not mind being bullied a little. He actually agreed to it and looked at Cheng Ji with a half-smile.
Cheng Ji was embarrassed, but he could not deny that he had been helping others the whole night, so he had to escape to the kitchen under the pretext of cooking noodles; Yujie was a working woman, and seeing that there were so many people coming, she also went to the stove to help.
After the two of them left, Zheng Haiping winked at Qi Beisong, revealing his hidden dandy ruffian nature.
Qi Beisong laughed and said, "Why? Don't you dare get a word out of me!"
Zheng Haiping said arrogantly, "I'm not doing anything. We have a virtuous child. I'm just afraid that you will lead him astray."
Qi Beisong said: "Bah, Lao Lei is the truly virtuous one!"
He asked Lei Jing: "You came all the way to see me?"
Lei Jing said, "I can't locate you because your phone is turned off, but Haiping thinks you are here. The company still has documents waiting for you to sign, so you have to go back."
Qi Beisong nodded. He knew what was important and what was not.
"I want to bring someone back with me," he said. There was no need to mention who he was going to bring back, as everyone knew it.
"People won't agree." Zheng Haiping said.
Qi Beisong sneered: "That depends on how you say it."
"No matter what you say, he won't agree." Zheng Haiping exhaled smoke. "He has been avoiding you since the first day. It took a lot of effort to get rid of him. How could he fall into your trap?"
"You have so little confidence in me?"
"Okay." Zheng Haiping did not insist, "We will leave after we finish eating the noodles, leaving you with some space and time. I hope you will have a successful start."
Lei Jing said, "Beisong, no matter what happens, you must return to Hongcheng tonight. There will be a meeting at the company tomorrow morning, and you cannot be absent."
The other three were carefree and didn't care about the company's operations. They quickly objected: "It's okay to be absent. Just don't hold the conference call! Cheng Cheng\\Xiao Cheng\\Cheng'er's life is an important matter. We can't delay it!"
While they were discussing, Lao Geng suddenly woke up, and as soon as he woke up, he knocked over a disposable paper cup, spilling cigarette ash all over his face. After sneezing several times in a row, he glanced at everyone in a daze, and the others also looked at him as if he were watching a monkey show.
"What...what happened?" He really had a blackout. He didn't remember anything about last night. He only remembered that he drank four grenades.
He asked Lei Jing and the others, "Why are you here? Are you lost again?"
Then he asked Qi Beisong: "Who are you? Why are you wrapped in my son's big quilt?"
Qi Beisong was jealous of the old man and turned his head away and ignored him.
Chen Chuan then pointed at Qi Beisong and said, "Brother Biao, this is what happened. This comrade accidentally fell into the water while visiting Huang Village. Your Cheng Cheng bravely rescued him from the river and took the initiative to help him contact his family and dry his clothes, so he was wrapped in your Cheng Cheng's big quilt."
Qi Beisong glared at Chen Chuan with a look that said, "Fuck you!"
Chen Chuan continued: "This comrade's family is us."
"We came here specially to pick him up." said Wang Beifeng.
"He is our boss." Lei Jing added.
Chen Chuan said: "Your family member Cheng Cheng's selfless spirit of saving lives is worth learning from!"
Zheng Haiping nodded: "Brother Biao, it's too late this time. Next time, my father will come to visit in person with a banner to thank you for raising a brave and kind child."
"As an encouragement." Lei Jing concluded.
"No need to thank me, this is what we should do!" Lao Geng waved his hand magnanimously.
“…” Qi Beisong lost his temper completely, holding his chin and looking away.
Anyway, without further ado, a few people arrived unexpectedly, ate noodles and left like a whirlwind, leaving Sister Yu in the kitchen washing dishes while whispering a lesson to Cheng Ji, all about reproductive health (Cheng Ji said, "I know, I know, Mom, you misunderstood, I really didn't do anything").
Zhang Chunyu said, "Pah, I can't tell whether you did it or not?"
Cheng Ji said I just did it to him and he hasn’t paid yet.
Zhang Chunyu said he really didn’t pay? That’s good, I thought it was expensive to play with him… Ugh! It’s not about the money!
Qi Beisong finally put on his clothes and was sorting them out when he saw Lao Geng looking up at the upstairs in a stupid way, so he asked, "What are you looking at?"
Old Geng is completely different when he is drunk and when he is not drunk, the difference is roughly like the difference between being five years old and being fifty years old. He said very politely: "I feel there is a rat upstairs."
"Rat?"
"Well, I didn't sleep well last night because of all the chattering." Lao Geng said.
"..." Qi Beisong ran over and whispered to Cheng Ji, "You need to change your bed. The bed board is too noisy and it will be inconvenient in the future."
Cheng Ji raised his leg and kicked him lightly: "There is no future!"
Sister Yu actually had something else to do when she was looking for Lao Geng - they had the same elder brother when they were young, and today was the anniversary of that elder brother's death. According to the rules, they should visit his grave, so the two of them hurriedly prepared and went to the cemetery on the back hill.
In the end, only Cheng Ji and Qi Beisong were left. Qi Beisong had no intention of leaving and didn't talk much. His fiery eyes followed Cheng Ji inside and out.
Cheng Ji was shy to begin with, so he had to remind him, "Let's go when you're done playing. Isn't Boss Lei waiting for you to come back and sign the documents?"
"Play?" Qi Beisong asked, "Do you think you and I are playing?"
"You're not playing with anyone?" Cheng Ji said, "You said it yourself."
"I'm not kidding with you." Qi Beisong said.
Cheng Ji smiled, obviously not believing it.
Under normal circumstances Qi Beisong would have endured it, but this time he was suddenly annoyed because he had slept with him.
Making love is not only about penetration, this kind is also included. Qi Beisong has never been so out of control and yet so tightly controlled as he was last night. Thinking back on it, he admired himself a little.
He leaned against the kitchen wall and his voice dropped: "What do you mean?"
Cheng Ji also started to feel unhappy, thinking, I haven't even propped up the wall yet, but you come and do it, are you full and bored
"It's meaningless. It's all men who have played with it, so what? Do you think you have to take responsibility?"
Qi Beisong said: "I want to be responsible. I will give you whatever you want."
"I don't want anything. We just do good things without leaving a name."
Cheng Ji was about to leave when Qi Beisong grabbed his arm with great force: "Why are you so patient with others but not with me?"
"nonsense."
"Shen Zimo is playing tricks on you, why are you never angry and always protecting him?"
"Why mention him?" Cheng Ji threatened, "Just let him go, don't force me to do it."
Qi Beisong said: "…Who is better, me or him?"
Cheng Ji rushed forward with a punch. Although Qi Beisong was prepared, he was hit directly. He covered his chest and groaned.
"What's there to argue about?" Cheng Ji said, turning his back. "Neither is good!"
Qi Beisong rushed towards him, knowing that he had various twisting techniques so he simply used all his strength, being tough and brutal, and his posture was almost an invasion.
Cheng Ji was pushed face-first against the wall. He hurriedly supported himself with his hands and growled, "What are you doing?!"
"Who is better, me or him?!" Qi Beisong insisted on getting an answer.
Cheng Ji said: "I hate it most when people ask this!"
"So you are the one playing around, right?" Qi Beisong asked behind his ear, "You are playing around with both of us? The red rose and the white rose, right? Which one is better? Hmm?"
“I’ve never played it!”
"Weren't we just playing last night? I was crazy, and you followed me? Did you enjoy playing with me? Your godfather drank anesthetics and heard the bed shaking all night!"
"..." Cheng Ji's face flushed, "You are really confusing right and wrong!"
"You're so fucking slow!" Qi Beisong bit his round little ear in hatred, "You can't understand me if I don't explain it clearly, right? Are you really stupid? How many times have I called you baby?"
Cheng Ji twisted his body twice and said, "Let it go!"
"No," Qi Beisong said, "Beg me!"
"This is my last warning. I don't want to hit you!"
"You can hit me, but wait a minute!" Qi Beisong suddenly pulled off his sweater collar, pressed him against the wall, and sucked on a red mark that had already faded, "Let me stamp you!"
"Fuck! Get out of my way!" No matter how slow Cheng Ji was, he was heated up by the grinding. This is how useless men are.
"Why are you so stupid?" Qi Beisong pressed his hot lips against the back of his neck and said, "How come you can't see it at all?"
After last night, Cheng Ji certainly realized that he didn't take it seriously.
No, it should be said that he refused to take it seriously because he felt that Qi Beisong would not take it seriously.
Deep down in his heart, in a place that even he himself could not understand, he was still wary of Qi Beisong.
"Are you... stupid?" he said. "I'm straight."
Seeing that he had forgotten to resist for a moment, Qi Beisong took another sip and said, "I don't care. I won't let go of what I want, no matter if it's straight or curved, round or flat, whether you like it or not! It doesn't matter whether you like me or not, as long as I like it."
This sentence was not well said, because Cheng Ji was wary of this kind of Qi Beisong.
He suddenly said, "'Crazy Love: The Concubine of a Wealthy Family'."
"What?" Qi Beisong didn't hear clearly.
"Title of the book."
Qi Beisong said: "What a mess, it doesn't look like something you would watch."
"If possible, I don't even want to touch it." Cheng Ji asked, "So how long will your 'not letting go' and 'liking' last? Half a year? A year?"
The pressure on Cheng Ji's back suddenly disappeared. He slowly peeled himself off the wall and turned to look at Qi Beisong, who looked incredulous and said in a cold and dry voice, "What do you mean?"
"It's nothing." Cheng Ji repeated, "Mr. Qi, if you've had enough fun, go home early. They're waiting for you over there."
"Why do you look at me like that?"
Because that's who you are.
The plot manager only appeared for a little over ten minutes, but the impression it left on Cheng Ji was indelible. As an intruder, Cheng Ji always thought he had a little bit of a God's perspective, and in this perspective, Qi Beisong was the source of suffering.
Of course, he was unwilling to replace Shen Zimo's role in the original book. He would rather stick to his own small-time status and be content with poverty, so he would hesitate and want to run away.
"How dare you look at me like that?" Qi Beisong asked again.
Cheng Ji eased the atmosphere and said, "How about you prove yourself? Forget it, I'm just kidding! You wouldn't be so devoted to me after just one time, right? I'm so attractive? Forget about whether you like me or not, we're just brothers..."
"Who wants to be your buddy?" Qi Beisong asked, gritting his teeth. "Your buddies are just for sleeping with? Can't I fucking sleep with you legally and legitimately in the future?!"
Cheng Ji said: "I..."
"You're so straight!" Qi Beisong said, "You get hard when I touch you!"
"… Shut up!"
Qi Beisong said: "It doesn't matter if you don't believe me, I have plenty of time and opportunities to prove it! Listen carefully, I'm going to say it first, you can't get around me, Qi, in this life!"
He glanced at his watch and said, "I have to leave now. I'll pick you up tomorrow afternoon. Take this opportunity to think about it carefully, reminisce more about me, and read less cheap novels! They're so vulgar!"
When he was leaving, he saw the bed that Zheng Haiping had given him, which was too big to be put in, and pointed at it and said, "I will take this bed and the one in your room upstairs with me tomorrow. Especially the one upstairs, you have to keep it well, as it has commemorative significance!"
"… "
Qi Beisong pointed at him and said, "I will write you a thank-you letter when I get back and send it to your Huangcun Village Committee!"
Cheng Ji was horrified, thinking, I just questioned him once, but he actually wants to tell the organization? Is he going to let me live? !
In fact, Qi Beisong intended to praise him for his bravery in going into the river to save people, although the whole story was made up by Chen Chuan.
"Baby, just wait for me!" Qi Beisong said this when he got into the car, and it was unclear whether he was expressing love or a threat.
"Hey!" Cheng Ji chased after him and shouted, "Come back here! It's your turn from now on! Don't write a fucking thank-you letter!"
Qi Beisong didn't hear it.