Walking to the second floor, Xia Xiqing saw a restroom on the corner. Maybe it was because of the recent summer, but he felt a little stuffy and was going to go in and wash his face.
But as soon as he closed the door, he felt something was wrong.
The symptoms of nausea have mostly subsided, but now he is feeling hot all over.
He leaned against the bathroom door, took a deep breath to adjust, then walked to the sink, splashed cold water on his face, his neck in the mirror was red, his body was on fire, and his mouth was dry. The temples also bulged. He looked down at his hands, his fingertips trembling.
Being drugged.
Although he didn't want to believe it, he calmly analyzed these anomalies and it must be wrong.
When he was abroad, the second-generation rich people who went to nightclubs often had these dirty things on hand. Some were pills and some were liquids. The light ones were just for breaking the pills, but the strong ones were not necessarily the same. . No matter how bastard Xia Xiqing is, he never bothers to use these things. His face alone has a lot of people rushing to stick to it, and he has no need for these things.
But he also didn't expect that this kind of thing would be dropped on him one day.
Oh shit.
His legs began to feel weak. Xia Xiqing held onto the sink. His chest was burning and sweat had begun to form on his forehead. He thought about the cigar from earlier.
It must have been put in a cigar.
He tried his best to stand, but his legs were getting weaker and weaker, as if they were useless. He thought of Zhou Ziheng for the first time. He fumbled in his suit pocket and finally took out his cell phone, but there was no signal.
Hold. Xia Xiqing's back was soaked, and the real effects of the medicine were beginning to take effect. His throat began to become hoarse, and the strange fire was about to melt him.
Everything is wrong.
Ruan Xiao, look for Ruan Xiao.
Xia Xiqing grabbed the sink with all her strength, reluctantly climbed up, and opened the door with heavy steps. After taking two steps, she felt a dull pain in the back of her neck. I felt like I was being forcibly held up by two people, but I couldn't see anything clearly.
The last second before losing consciousness.
What was on his mind was Zhou Ziheng's name.
crazy.
When Zhao Ke and Ruan Xiao went downstairs, they saw Xia Xiqing entering the bathroom and could not follow them in. They could only wait outside while chatting. Unexpectedly, they saw two men in black suits carrying Xia Xiqing straight to the elevator. Walk.
"Damn it, don't the Zhong family care?" Zhao Ke rushed up quickly and closed the elevator door before he could touch it. He cursed in a low voice and called Zhou Ziheng while going down the stairs. Ruan Xiao took off his high heels, held them in his hands, and ran down with Zhao Ke barefoot.
"The Zhong family will not care about Wei Min. They have recently cooperated on a real estate project."
"Cao Cao Cao, answer the phone, brother." Zhao Ke was sweating anxiously and called three times before waiting for Zhou Ziheng to answer the phone.
"My brother Heng, you finally answered the phone. Where are you now?"
"Drive, we'll be at Zhong's house soon." Zhou Ziheng's tone was very bad. Zhao Ke didn't hear it at all, and didn't think about why he came over. He hurriedly told him the scene he just saw, "Xia Xiqing was picked up by two men and taken away without knowing what happened. Everyone has fainted. I just saw him walk to the bathroom without any problems. I don’t know what happened..." As he said that, Zhao Ke came over. After all, he was also a member of the circle and had many contacts. Such a playful person said, "Hey, maybe he was drugged..."
A string in Zhou Ziheng's mind was instantly broken.
The accelerator was depressed.
"Gang him up for me."
Zhou Ziheng almost said this last sentence through gritted teeth. Zhao Ke has never seen this young boy, who has been full of positive energy since childhood, behave like this. No matter what, Zhou Ziheng was so anxious that he couldn't just leave it alone.
"Zhao Ke, I just asked my driver to watch from below." Ruan Xiao frowned, "They have already got on the bus." She lowered her head and forwarded the photo that the driver sent her to Zhou Ziheng.
"I asked him to follow the car. Did you drive here?"
Zhao Ke immediately understood what Ruan Xiao meant. He grabbed Ruan Xiao's wrist and went downstairs to get the car. "Let's go after that car. You ask the driver to connect the navigation." He felt scared when he thought of Zhou Ziheng's tone just now, "I I'm afraid that if Zhou Ziheng loses control, he will do something fatal."
Ruan Xiao didn't think Zhou Ziheng was that kind of person, "How could it be, Ziheng..."
Zhao Ke started the car, "You don't know him." He saw that Ruan Xiao was not wearing a seat belt. Without saying a word, he walked over and quickly tied it for her. He then took off his suit jacket and handed it to her, "You know how to stand on moral principles?" What does it look like for a person on the high ground to hit bottom?”
"I'm even afraid now that he's coming with a sniper rifle."
After following the positioning for five minutes, Zhao Ke finally found Wei Min's car. He shared the positioning with Zhou Ziheng along the way. It was already 11 o'clock in the evening, and Wei Min's flashy red supercar was on the road.
"What do we do now?"
Ruan Xiao analyzed calmly, "Either go up and intercept him now, or fight him to the end." He glanced at Zhao Ke, "Are you inconvenienced? If something is revealed, Director Zhao..."
"It's so annoying. These rich second generations are the most damn annoying." Zhao Ke cursed in a low voice, then thought of Ruan Xiao beside him, "I'm sorry, I talked nonsense and fired the map cannon when I was anxious."
"It's okay, I'm annoyed too."
Just as he was talking, a black car drove in the opposite direction on the road. It looked very familiar. Before Zhao Ke could figure out what was going on, the car suddenly drifted sideways and was directly in front of the fast red supercar. He was frightened. The supercar in front braked suddenly.
"Fuck you." Zhao Ke also stepped on the brakes and said in a daze, "Zhou Ziheng is here."
Sure enough, I guessed it right. Zhao Ke watched helplessly as a man got out of the black car. He was wearing a black tuxedo suit and seemed to be holding a stick in his hand. When he closed the car door, he did not know how much force he used, and even the car body shook violently.
With that figure, who else could it be if it wasn't Zhou Ziheng.
He felt like he was hallucinating, and felt that Zhou Ziheng's body was on fire.
Zhou Ziheng stepped on the front cover of the red supercar and stared fiercely at the people inside.
"Open the door."
Wei Min, who was in the driver's seat, was scolding the owner of the black car for being an idiot. He never expected that it was Zhou Ziheng who got off, and his attitude frightened him even more.
He couldn't afford to mess with Zhou Ziheng's background, but what the hell did this have to do with him? Isn't it just a TV show together, and he still took it seriously
"What are you doing?" Wei Min pretended to be calm, "If you want to be on the social news, go find someone else, why the hell are you trying to trick me!"
Zhou Ziheng had no expression on his face, raised his right hand and pointed at the windshield in front of Wei Min with a baseball bat.
"Open the door."
'"You don't fucking understand..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a loud noise, and the windshield was smashed to pieces by Zhou Ziheng with a baseball bat. Glass shards splashed out and embedded themselves in Zhou Ziheng's arm. He still showed no expression at all. He walked coldly to the car door, swung his arm, smashed the driver's window, and reached in to grab Wei Min's collar. , pulled his head out of the car window. Wei Min's neck was only a few centimeters away from the glass fragments. Zhou Ziheng could shake the fragments directly into his neck.
crazy. This guy is absolutely crazy.
Zhao Ke was shocked when he saw this scene. This was not the Zhou Ziheng he knew at all. He hurriedly unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. Before closing the door, he told Ruan Xiao, "Don't get down, wait for me in the car." After saying that, he ran over there.
Wei Min himself is a softie and he doesn't dare to get involved with a madman. His life is the most important thing.
He pressed a button and all the doors opened.
"I've opened it, I've opened it, you can let me go."
Zhou Ziheng let go and walked to the back seat. The fire in his chest made his heart beat like crazy. When he saw Xia Xiqing, who was unconscious in the back seat with his shirt torn open, he felt that the last bit of his sanity was gone.
"Ziheng," Zhao Ke ran over and saw Xia Xiqing lying in the back seat, "take him away quickly. If you continue to struggle on the road, he will be photographed. I will help you interrogate this piece of shit."
He lowered his voice and said, "During this sensitive period these days, don't make any mistakes."
Zhou Ziheng glanced at him, and that look made Zhao Ke's body hairy. He even doubted whether it was a wise decision to let Zhou Ziheng take Xia Xiqing away now, but looking at Zhou Ziheng's appearance, he was completely ready to kill whoever took him away. .
After taking off his coat, Zhou Ziheng bent down and took Xia Xiqing out of the car. The coat covered him to block his exposed chest.
"Ask what kind of medicine it is."
After saying these chilling words, Zhou Ziheng hugged the unconscious Xia Xiqing and got into the black Lexus.
The moment he took Xia Xiqing out, a streetlight hit his face. Zhou Ziheng saw the abnormal flush extending from his neck, not only his neck but also his chest. However, Xia Xiqing could hardly smell alcohol on his body.
His hot temperature came through the thin white shirt and burned on Zhou Ziheng's body.
Seeing Xia Xiqing like this, Zhou Ziheng really wanted to beat Wei Min to death right now, regardless of his life or morality.
He just wanted to kill him.
Kill everyone who thinks anything wrong about him.
Opening the passenger door, Zhou Ziheng gently placed Xia Xiqing on the seat. The seat was lowered so that he could lie down. The unconscious Xia Xiqing was sweating constantly, and his chest was rising and falling, like a tailgater about to suffocate after landing. fish. Zhou Ziheng closed the door and got into the driver's seat. He found that his hands were shaking, not entirely because of anger, but also fear, and regret.
If he didn't arrive in time, if Zhao Ke wasn't at the banquet today.
He didn't even dare to think about what happened next.
He had never driven a car so fast in his life. He was like a firecracker, with the fuse burning at the last section and just a short distance from being blown to pieces.
The cell phone rang suddenly, Zhou Ziheng answered the call and heard Zhao Ke's voice.
"Ziheng, I just asked. The medicine is from abroad. I checked and found that it is contraband in the United States. The medicine is very powerful. It is not as simple as coma, and it can..." He suddenly stopped talking, and Zhou Ziheng fully understood. That's what he meant.
"Is it harmful to the body?" Zhou Ziheng didn't realize that his voice was trembling.
"There are sequelae, which may lead to coma in the future. Moreover," Zhao Ke was also extremely angry, "and this scum was put in a cigar, and inhaling it is faster than taking the medicine directly. This scum was originally Used to deal with others. When I saw Xia Xiqing suddenly having evil thoughts... "
Zhou Ziheng couldn't listen anymore and wanted to hang up, but Zhao Ke spoke again, "Ziheng, this medicine has no cure, and it is specially used on straight men who have no sexual experience in that area. You... why don't you find someone to help him?" …”
Originally these words were unspeakable, but Zhao Ke lowered his voice while avoiding Ruan Xiao, his eyelids were twitching, but who knew that Zhou Ziheng hung up the phone before he finished speaking.
What is this all about
When he drove the car into the garage, Xia Xiqing finally woke up from the dull pain. His eyes were blurry and everything in his field of vision was blurred. He turned his face feebly and saw Zhou Ziheng's side face.
"Zhou Ziheng..."
The voice he spoke was wrong, hoarse and sticky, completely out of his control.
Zhou Ziheng stopped the car, held Xia Xiqing's hand, and touched his forehead anxiously.
It's really him, it's really Zhou Ziheng.
Xia Xiqing breathed a sigh of relief, but soon, the little bit of sanity he had left made him want to run away. It would be nice for anyone to see this undignified look now, but he just didn't want Zhou Ziheng to see it.
Seeing Xia Xiqing's face turning away and her ears turning abnormally red, Zhou Ziheng got out of the car and simply took Xia Xiqing out.
"You...let me go..."
Zhou Ziheng just pretended that he didn't hear anything and strode towards the elevator. Xia Xiqing tried his best to make himself look normal. He pushed Zhou Ziheng's chest with his hands that didn't have much strength left, "Let go..."
The elevator was narrow and quiet, and Xia Xiqing's abnormal breathing was particularly clear. Zhou Ziheng's arms were filled with his scent, and the light perfume he usually used fermented out a gorgeous scent at this moment, tightly, like an airtight sheet. The breathable net entangled Xia Xiqing, and only those unspeakable desires overflowed from the net, like sticky honey.
And he had nowhere to run.
Eyes sore from burning, Xia Xiqing almost begged as he watched Zhou Ziheng prepare to take him back to his home, with the dull knife cutting into his sanity stabbed to the bottom.
"I want to go back to my own home..." His hand firmly grasped the shirt on Zhou Ziheng's chest, his voice trembling, "I... I was drugged... Let me go..."
"I know." Zhou Ziheng opened the door to his home and carried him to the sofa without saying another word.
He knew that Zhao Ke said those words for his own good. It was not that he had never imagined further progress with Xia Xiqing, but this was definitely not the case.
But if, like Zhao Ke said, just imagining that scene, Zhou Ziheng felt that he would go crazy and collapse completely. He has accumulated too many dark emotions, and the thought of losing Xia Xiqing at any time tortured him day after day. Every time Xia Xiqing came close to him and kissed him, there was a dagger on his chest, cutting out his heart one by one.
Xia Xiqing's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his lips were dry and red. They were slightly open. He seemed not to want to see himself. He put the back of his hand on his eyes and his chest heaved violently.
Zhou Ziheng took out the ice water from the refrigerator, unscrewed the lid and put it to his mouth, "Drink some water."
Xia Xiqing, who was extremely thirsty for water, turned his face and grabbed Zhou Ziheng's hand with his hot hands. Ice water flowed from the corner of his mouth and soaked the white shirt on his collarbone. Zhou Ziheng recognized it at a glance. This was the shirt he wore when he and Xia Xiqing first met.
He drank up a bottle of water quickly. Xia Xiqing's symptoms did not improve much, but he regained a little strength. He tried to sit up from the sofa, but the medicine was too strong. His hand slipped from the edge of the sofa as soon as he propped himself up. When he got down, he fell into the arms of Zhou Ziheng, who was squatting in front of the sofa, and his lips were pressed against Zhou Ziheng's neck.
Like a conditioned reflex, he trembled all over and tried too hard to push Zhou Ziheng away, but he had no strength at all. He was going crazy and dying.
"Let me go...Zhou Ziheng..." Xia Xiqing felt like two of himself were being torn apart in his body.
One has become a believer in desire, and the other is afraid of being seen by Zhou Ziheng in his final ugly state.
"It's okay, Xi Qing." Zhou Ziheng kissed the top of his head and held him tightly in his arms, "I will find a way, it's okay."
The two split people stood at both ends of the saw, holding the handle tightly, fighting for the dominance of the body, and carrying out a cruel tug of war in Xia Xiqing's heart.
"I'm so hot..." Xia Xiqing's voice was filled with hot air, spraying on Zhou Ziheng's chest. As time goes by, the party occupied by desire seems to have absolute dominance. Xia Xiqing was about to lose consciousness.
Zhou Ziheng could feel that the person in his arms was twisting his hot body, like a deformed trapped animal, whimpering that made people unable to focus, fragile and exposed. From vague words, it gradually turned into Zhou Ziheng's name.
Xia Xiqing licked and kissed Zhou Ziheng's neck, without any rules or restrictions, from the side of the neck to the chin, and then kissed Zhou Ziheng's lips as he wished, letting out a sigh of satisfaction.
"Xi Qing, Xi Qing..." Zhou Ziheng pulled him away, stood up almost inhumanely, and tried to pick up Xia Xiqing, "I will take you to the shower. You are not awake now."
The effect of the medicine has reached its peak. Xia Xiqing had completely lost his mind. He curled up limply on the ground like a snake that was about to be roasted. He stretched out his hand with difficulty and grasped Zhou Ziheng's trouser leg.
"Ziheng... can you..."
"No." Zhou Ziheng said decisively. He didn't know who he was rejecting. It was Xia Xiqing who had lost his mind at this moment, or his other self who was so despicable that he was eager to take advantage of the situation.
Hearing these two words, Xia Xiqing let go of his hand and turned over, staring at the ceiling with half-squinted eyes. His violent breathing prevented him from finishing a whole sentence. In fact, he really wanted to, he wanted to be like usual. She spoke to him in that indifferent and even mocking tone, but now she could only speak intermittently, embarrassing and ugly like a famished person who was not picky about food.
"Then I... I'll go find someone else... Originally I... I also... don't want to see you... "
Anyone can see my worst side. But not you.
You have seen so much and you are so good.
"I'm going..." Xia Xiqing reached for his pants pocket, as if looking for his cell phone.
Zhou Ziheng was finally driven crazy. He grabbed Xia Xiqing's collar, his eyes were red, and he had to grit his teeth to say every word.
"you dare."
"Xia Xiqing, I said, if you dare to go find someone else, I will kill you." Zhou Ziheng could no longer control his trembling hands, and only what Xia Xiqing had just said remained in his mind, "You only have me, you Have you seen it? Whether you want to see it or not, you are the only one with me!”
He no longer knew what he was talking about. Those despicable and vicious genes seemed to explode out of his blood and completely dominated his body.
"Do I have a relationship with you..." Xia Xiqing's eyes were also red, and his neck was strangled so hard that he couldn't breathe, "Zhou Ziheng... do we have a relationship?"
The dagger was finally going to cut out his heart.
"Who are you to me?" … let me go… "
Have fun…
"impossible."
"Xia Xiqing, you are the only one in this life, you are the only one."
I love you so much that I dare not get close to you.
"Look at me." Zhou Ziheng pinched his chin fiercely, "No matter what relationship you think we have, you are my Zhou Ziheng."
Hearing this, Xia Xiqing sneered weakly and cruelly, "Oh, really..."
All the shaky moral sense was shattered by this smile. Zhou Ziheng kissed Xia Xiqing like crazy, like a beast thirsting for the blood of its prey, tearing everything apart with instinct, trying to swallow him piece by piece into his body and become one with himself.
Xia Xiqing didn't have the slightest strength to resist, and his almost burnt bones were almost crushed into powder in Zhou Ziheng's arms.
This would be great. It would be best for him to blend into Zhou Ziheng's skin and his blood, so that he wouldn't have to struggle and no one would resist.
The moist and hot lips and tongue tried to draw out Xia Xiqing's soul, but the medicine held it hostage and hung it in mid-air. Every attack by Zhou Ziheng was carried with strong revenge, and the raging tide of love was about to overwhelm him. In every gap where he could breathe, Xia Xiqing called Zhou Ziheng's name with a trembling voice, filled with passion and desire.
"Ziheng... Ziheng..." His hands weakly grasped Zhou Ziheng's chest, trying to touch his warm skin, but his fingertips couldn't muster any strength. This kind of scratching was really annoying. Zhou Ziheng frowned and kissed him, grabbing his restless hand and pressing it on his waist.
"Hold me." He gasped twice, lowered his head and kissed Xia Xiqing's neck. Every touch was like kissing with fire.
He was standing on the edge of heaven and hell.
Jump down and die in each other's arms.
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