The black sports car that escaped from the racecourse early in the morning drove halfway, and the speed gradually slowed down, which meant that his owner had gradually calmed down.
The car was parked on the side of the road, the windows were rolled down, the morning breeze was mixed with the aroma of early morning grass and trees, fresh and clean, diluting the seemingly pervasive smell of citrus.
It's just a dream.
And nothing happened in the dream.
Ji Yao frowned again.
Could something else happen
The high temperature reflected by the fierce sunlight on the road penetrated into the car, Ji Yao rolled up the window and called Xiao Qingyang.
"Little cousin, have you missed me since you left?"
Xiao Qingyang's laughing voice came.
Ji Yao frowned even tighter, and said in an explanatory tone: "You didn't send him off."
Xiao Qingyang was choked, and immediately blamed Yan Shuang, "He won't let me send it."
This is true, he even offered to send the little nerd later, he didn't want to, and ran faster than the foal in his stable, as if he was afraid that he would eat him.
"There's no public transport around here."
Ji Yao's tone was a little cold.
Xiao Qingyang knew that his little cousin was a bit stubborn, so he stopped arguing immediately, "It's alright, alright, I'll go out to see him off now."
Not long after Yan Shuang walked out, he should be able to catch up with him in no time.
Xiao Qingyang thought so, took the phone and got into the car all the way, "Listen, I'm starting the car."
His cousin snorted coldly from the other end of the phone.
I really don't trust him at all.
Xiao Qingyang drove out resignedly, and at the same time synchronized his whereabouts with Ji Yao on the other end of the phone.
"The reporter in front sent a report that Xiao Qingyang had driven his car off the track and arrived at the gate of the racecourse. Oh, the target was found within ten meters ahead..."
Xiao Qingyang just wanted to honk the horn to remind Yan Shuang.
A black car stopped in front of Yan Shuang.
Xiao Qingyang stopped honking the horn.
The next moment, the car door opened, Yan Shuang bent slightly, and suddenly a slender arm stretched out from the car, wrapped around Yan Shuang's waist, and pulled him into the car like tentacles in a horror movie catching prey.
Xiao Qingyang squinted his eyes and immediately took a picture of the license plate with his mobile phone.
Take a closer look.
The owner of the license plate is a person who can't be avoided in their circle recently.
Xiao Qingyang put the phone back to his ear, and said with a half-smile: "Little cousin, you seem to be an unusual classmate of desire."
When Ji Yao heard Xiao Qingyang address Yan Shuang, he frowned unhappily, "He's gone?"
"Let's go, someone is coming to pick him up."
Xiao Qingyang's tone was teasing.
"Who is this person, can you guess?"
Ji Yao hung up the phone directly.
Facing the sudden busy message, Xiao Qingyang was speechless. Fuck, why is he so unpopular now
The action of hanging up the phone was like the safety button in the body was pressed urgently, without thinking at all, it was done subconsciously.
Don't want to know the answer.
Otherwise he might lose control of himself.
Ji Yao raised his face and saw his own eyes in the rearview mirror.
Calm on the outside, crazy on the inside.
Much like his crazy mother.
Must calm down immediately.
Think about Qin Qing.
Think about that cold and quiet Qin Qing who doesn't care about world affairs.
The air pressure in his chest continued to rise, and Ji Yao felt that his brain was being torn apart by a pair of invisible hands, driving him to dial the number.
The number he had only dialed once and hadn't stored, was pressed so quickly that he almost didn't need to think about it.
The phone is connected.
There was no sound.
Ji Yao understood immediately.
The person who answered the phone was not Yan Shuang.
The long silence was like a tug of war.
No one wants to speak first and fall into the disadvantaged.
While both of them were holding their breaths and concentrating on each other, a low, suppressed voice came from the throat, gently scratching Ji Yao's eardrums.
The silent dream suddenly had dubbing.
Ji Yao threw the phone out abruptly.
The phone hit the window glass, bounced back with a "bang" and fell on the co-pilot's seat, and the screen went completely dark.
Ji Yao stared at the darkened cell phone.
The sound of his violent heartbeat reverberated in the narrow sports car, and there seemed to be countless small awls trying to open his brain one by one under the scalp, exposing all his thoughts to the sun, making the world judge whether he is Crazy or normal.
Pressing his chest hard, his heartbeat was under his palm, and it was roaring in his ears.
In the car, Yan Shuang's cell phone was pulled out and thrown directly on the soft carpet in the car.
Qin Yubai was in a hurry, all calculations and traps were thrown out of the blue by that slap and slap, and the flash of suspicion in his mind drove all his rationality out of his brain.
Grabbing Yan Shuang's trouser waist with one hand and pulling him to his body, he pinched Yan Shuang's cheek, his eyes were filled with anger, "Bitch."
Yan Shuang struggled without hesitation.
A fight between two adult men was accommodated in the not-so-spacious carriage.
Yan Shuang punched and kicked Qin Yubai and bit Qin Yubai, crazily brushing the kpi of body abuse.
Qin Yubai didn't want to really fight with him, so he controlled Yan Shuang's hands and feet, and roared, "Stop the car."
Hearing Qin Yubai's unprecedented furious voice, the driver trembled, stepped on the brakes, and looked tremblingly at Wei Yichen beside him.
Wei Yichen calmly said, "Get out of the car."
The two got out of the car.
Few people pass by on the suburban roads, empty and quiet.
The driver and Wei Yichen walked far away to the woods on the side.
A black luxury car parked in the shade.
The driver couldn't help but glanced at it from the corner of his eye.
The vehicle is shaking.
"Mr. Wei..." the driver said anxiously, "Is nothing going to happen?"
Wei Yichen turned his back to the car, and said flatly, "No."
"Boom—", a violent sound came.
The driver turned his head in fright, and Wei Yichen immediately turned his head away.
"Don't look at what you shouldn't look at, don't listen to what you shouldn't listen to."
The driver responded with trembling legs, and took another step deeper into the woods, "I'm going to take a pee."
The figure of the driver rushed into the woods, Wei Yichen slowly turned his face, turned around and looked into the car.
A pair of slender white hands were stuck on the black car window, with slender fingers, pressing hard on the glass, as if trying to escape through the window.
The fingertips curled up suddenly, and then slid down helplessly.
The vehicle is still shaking.
The beefy tires bounce back on the ground.
The frequency is fast and fierce.
The window suddenly and slowly lowered.
The pair of thin white hands stretched out, the fingertips stretched forward tightly, and they were clasped by another pair of hands wearing expensive watches, and they were pressed back forcibly.
The window slowly closed again.
Taking a breath slowly, Wei Yichen looked away and looked at the bushes of different heights in front of him. The scenery was beautiful.
The driver used the excuse of urinating and smoked several cigarettes in the woods before receiving a call from Wei Yichen asking him to come back and drive.
The driver hurriedly wiped off the smell of cigarettes all over his body, and trotted back.
Wei Yichen had already stood beside the car, as if nothing happened, he greeted him and said, "Hurry up, President Qin is going to be late for the meeting."
"Okay, okay." The moment the driver saw Wei Yichen, it was as if he saw the magic needle of Dinghai, and his panic settled down.
The two got into the car.
The driver started the car without stopping, and Wei Yichen sat in the car with no expression on his face.
There was a mess in the back seat of the car.
Qin Yubai never dreamed that he would lose control to this point.
on the car.
Still on the way to a company meeting.
A faint smell of blood filled the car.
Qin Yubai wiped his face with the back of his hand, and said with a sneer, "It belongs to the dog." The burning pain on his face was not only the slap, Yan Shuang scratched his face several times just now.
The veil of warmth is not suitable for him at all.
Yan Shuang deliberately provoked him to be angry as if he was changing his tricks.
"Toast, don't eat fine wine," Qin Yubai leaned over, and patted Yan Shuang's face lightly. Yan Shuang was half lying on the car seat, and his long legs were weakly scattered on the carpet in the car, one by one. , white and beautiful, with heavy bruises, Qin Yubai's warm breath sprayed in his ears, "What are you, and you are worthy of taking Joe in front of me?"
The jaw was twisted away, Yan Shuang looked at Qin Yubai quietly, his lip was injured again, and was bitten by himself.
Qin Yubai looked directly at him, "Now, with just a phone call from me, I can send Yan Guofu to the Middle East to be shot. I promise, no one will be able to find out what's wrong."
When he spoke, his tone was calm, and he was stating an established fact.
"Is it finally unbearable?"
The corners of Yan Shuang's mouth hooked slightly, full of disdain, "Qin Yubai...you are just a beast."
His expression twisted for a moment, and the fingers pinching Yan Shuang's chin became more and more forceful, as if trying to crush his jaw.
Yan Shuang sneered all the time, watching with cold eyes, as if watching a clown.
Qin Yubai had never felt such a strong sense of frustration in his life.
Do both soft and hard, don't eat hard and soft.
But a worthless second-generation ancestor can impress Yan Shuang, but he can't.
"Very good," Qin Yu's white eyes became brighter and brighter, "Since you said so, then we can play more thoroughly."
Yan Shuang roared inwardly, yes yes yes! Let the sadomasochism come more violently! Otherwise, the plot points will be endless, brother!
Come to him for something! Let Yan Guofu work with peace of mind, Tiezi!
The vehicle was slowly decelerating and was already approaching the back gate of the school.
Yan Shuang turned his face away, grabbed the trousers at his ankles to pull them up, but Qin Yubai grabbed his calf.
"What are you doing?" Yan Shuang looked wary.
Qin Yubai held Yan Shuang's calf tightly with one hand, "You can get out of the car, but you can only wear a pair of trousers to get out of the car. You can choose whether to keep the outer ones or the inner ones."
After the chaos in the car, Qin Yubai was still well-dressed, except for the paint on his face, he looked the same, but Yan Shuang was in a state of embarrassment and was covered in dirt.
"Put—hand—" Yan Shuang gritted his teeth and said.
Qin Yubai said softly: "I'm too tolerant to you, which caused you to misunderstand me." His fingers made fingerprints on Yan Shuang's calf. Looking at Yan Shuang's gradually pale face, he said softly: " Choose while I’m in a good mood, otherwise, you’ll get out of the car naked, and let your classmates see what kind of guy you are—” Grasping Yan Shuang’s raised arm with one hand, Qin Yubai sneered and said, “Beat me! Addictive? It's not a good habit."
Yan Shuang's wrist was almost broken.
The scene of breaking hands was almost staged ahead of schedule.
"I choose..."
Under his persecution, Yan Shuang had no choice but to close his eyes, "...I'll keep the ones outside..."
The voice from the front came through key communication.
"Boss Qin, you're going to be late for the meeting."
Wei Yichen's voice scratched his eardrums, business-like and indifferent.
Qin Yubai let go of his hand.
"No hurry, for a good show, I can wait."
Qin Yubai communicated with his subordinates with a smile, his eyes cut Yan Shuang like a knife.
Yan Shuang didn't say a word, lying on the leather seat, biting his lip, kicked off the jeans at his ankles, and put one hand on his waist.
He closed his eyes tightly, his eyelashes vibrated like butterfly wings, and finally peeled off the thin cloth with all his might.
"Don't stay in the car," Qin Yubai folded his legs gracefully, his Adam's apple rolled slowly, and his thin lips moved slightly, "Dirty."
Yan Shuang glanced at Qin Yubai, his eyes were sharp and full of resentment.
Qin Yubai raised his eyebrows and returned a calm smile.
Compared with the falsehood and obedience before, the two of them are completely torn apart now.
Yan Shuang put on the jeans carelessly, folded his underwear and put them in the jeans pocket, pushed the car door hard to get out of the car, and closed the car door heavily.
As the car door closed, the smile on Qin Yubai's face disappeared immediately, and his ten fingers curled up into grips suddenly.
Yan Shuang.
Yan Shuang.
Weak name.
Hard bones.
One day...he'll make him cry by his name!