Chu Ci was dragged home by Han Yue that night, and the party was not over when he left.
Hou Hongchang was a little depressed, and said to Hou Yu: "Second Young Master Han is really not kind, he took away my little lover before I won back."
Hou Yu played cards with Cheng Xurong on the side, and said without raising his head: "That's because he was jealous. Han Er forced people to play for more than a year, and he played both soft and hard, and he never even gave him a smile. Who knew that he would take the initiative to talk to you as soon as he saw you, and even played cards with you."
Hou Hongchang was shocked: "Then Han Er hates me?"
Pei Zhi turned his head and patted him with a smile: "Stop worrying about nothing. His little lover is very polite to everyone, except Han Er. No wonder, Han Er has such a violent temper, tsk tsk."
Han Yue shoved Chu Ci into the passenger seat, slammed the door, and then sat on and started the jeep.
Chu Ci stared at the road outside the car window without saying a word. The neon lights were shining to reflect the night sky. The restaurants and bars on the roadside were full of tourists.
Chu Ci looked at them in a daze, as if infected by the lively atmosphere, a little loneliness appeared in his eyes unknowingly.
Without saying a word, Han Yue quickly shifted into gear, overtook the car, and rushed out of the intersection stepping on the traffic lights. It took more than 20 minutes to drive there in ten minutes. As soon as the car stopped in the garage of the community, he grabbed Chu Ci and dragged him from the passenger seat out of the driver's door.
Han Yue's hand strength is not a joke. He can grab a 30-kilogram log and carry it to run a marathon. It is no problem to crush a human bone alive. Chu Ci stumbled and was dragged all the way into the elevator by him. Before the door was completely closed, Han Yue pushed Chu Ci against the wall, and kissed him brutally and directly.
Chu Ci closed her eyes and frowned tightly. His lips were sore from being bitten, and the tip of his tongue was broken, and there was a strong smell of blood. This taste made Han Yue very happy. He twisted Chu Ci's chin with one hand and forced him to open his mouth. His tongue swept and sucked his mouth so hard that the tip of Chu Ci's tongue felt pain.
Han Yue never pays much attention to kissing skills, he cares more about direct kissing. He always does things according to the most direct and clear desire. However, when he kissed Chu Ci for the first time, there was an electric shock-like excitement and satisfaction rushing up from the depths of his bone marrow, which not only stimulated his physiology, but also greatly stimulated his heart.
Han Yue thought that kissing someone feels so good! No wonder the first step when a man and a woman are friends is to kiss!
The elevator stopped with a ding, and Han Yue picked up Chu Ci, fixed one hand on his shoulder, and entered his fingerprint with the other hand to open the door lock. This is not Chu Ci's rented three-bedroom apartment, but a high-end apartment that Han Yue used to return to Beijing on vacation. He really likes the layout here, and he wanted to bring Chu Ci here to live here, but every time he returned to the army, Chu Ci moved out immediately. Han Yue couldn't imprison people here, so he could only give up.
"Did you fucking fall in love with that kid Hou Hongchang?" Han Yue couldn't even wait to enter the bedroom. As soon as he entered the door, he pushed Chu Ci against the wall and pulled his clothes, his eyes were burning red: "That kid is not only well dressed, He doesn't know how to fart anything but greasy hair and noodles, if you fall in love with him, you'll be an idiot, let me tell you!"
Chu Ci frowned, with a cold disgust on his expression: "I don't."
"Then why did you go to talk to him? Playing cards? Who gave you permission?"
Chu Ci raised her head, closed her eyes, and said nothing.
Han Yue hated him for being like this, as if closing his eyes separated the world, and suddenly opened the intimate distance between the two of them.
He wanted to know what Chu Ci was thinking, even if the two of them were not physically close enough, he wanted a closer distance. But whenever he wanted to do this, Chu Ci would silently and resolutely push him away.
Han Yue pressed him against the wall, stretched his fingers in and stirred them together a few times, then pulled them out when he felt that it was almost done, and then inserted hard into his painfully hard lower body. He had already started to get an erection while driving, and he wanted to stop the car countless times along the way, and pushed Chu Ci down on the back seat and fucked him heartily. He wanted to confirm his ownership so urgently that his heart trembled slightly with anxiety.
"I really fucking regret bringing you in front of people," Han Yue gasped heavily as he moved violently, "I really shouldn't have let them see you in that moment of anger."
Chu Ci felt that a hot hard wedge had been driven into his body, and every time he rubbed it was so painful that it made him tremble, but he couldn't break free at all, and he didn't even have the strength to move his little finger.
Han Yue held Chu Ci's wrist against the cold wall, and the feeling of being absorbed by the hot and tight inner wall was so ecstasy that it drove him crazy with comfort. He kept kissing Chu Ci's brows, lips and neck forcefully, his movements were simple and rough, each penetration was deep and bottomless, almost piercing Chu Ci's body.
When he felt that he was about to vent, he stepped up and couldn't help leaving a deep tooth mark on the side of Chu Ci's neck. He bit it down very hard, and then it seemed that some blood oozes out. Han Yue let out a very hoarse growl, and shot at the deepest part of Chu Ci's body, before sighing in satisfaction.
Chu Ci didn't move at all, as if his consciousness had become dull. His gaze is scattered and out of focus.
In a hurry, Han Yue only pulled off most of his shirt, and the shirt hung from half of his shoulders, and was tied around his two wrists. The exposed skin was green and red, covered with bite marks and tooth marks, saliva remained on it, reflecting a slightly obscene watery light under the light.
Han Yue carried him to the bed in the bedroom, then went to the bathroom and twisted a warm towel out, trying to wipe Chu Ci's face drenched in cold sweat.
But when he walked back to the bed, Chu Ci had already opened his eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling.
When Han Yue was driving on the road, he was in a very irritable mood. The hearty sex just now calmed him down for the most part, and he even had a feeling of "warmth". However, when he saw Chu Ci's empty eyes at this moment, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.
It was as if an iron hoop was tightly wrapped around the heart, bringing a slightly suffocating coldness.
Han Yue sat on the edge of the bed, just as he raised his hand holding the towel, Chu Ci turned his face and avoided it.
Men usually don't get angry at such times. Han Yue patiently put down the towel and asked, "Do you want some water?"
Chu Ci didn't answer.
"Still you want to sleep?"
Han Yue didn't want to sleep. If Chu Ci didn't plan to sleep, he could come several times, and it would be fine until tomorrow.
There was silence in the room for a while, only the sound of night insects by the pool in the community came from outside the window. He waited for a long time before he heard Chu Ci ask softly: "Han Yue, if you force me like this, aren't you afraid that I will kill you with a knife and then commit suicide?"
Han Yue was taken aback for a moment, then snorted and asked back: "Can you kill me?"
Chu Ci turned sideways without saying a word, curled up her body, and wrapped herself in the silk quilt. He seemed to be extremely afraid of the cold, curling himself up tightly into a ball.
Looking at him like this, Han Yue felt a little soft in his heart for some reason. He turned off the light, sat on the bed and hugged Chu Ci from behind, and said in a low voice: "You follow me a little bit, and I will treat you well. I don't want anyone in this life, but you."
Chu Ci asked softly, "Why didn't you die sooner?"
"...you will go with someone else after I die." Han Yue adjusted his posture, and hugged Chu Cilian and the quilt tightly in his arms, "So I won't die before you."
The next morning, Han Yue called Chu Ci to ask for leave.
In fact, it was not considered a leave of absence, he just called a senior leader of the scientific research institute group, euphemistically mentioned that Chugong was called up by a manager in public, and now he is not feeling well and is lying at home and cannot get up. The leader immediately apologized repeatedly and expressed his sincere concern, and insisted on personally bringing gifts to visit the country's senior intellectuals who had endured unfair treatment.
Of course, Han Yue declined the suggestion—Chu Ci couldn't get up because he was tossed and fucked all night, and as for the punch he received yesterday, he didn't feel it for a long time. If the leader came to him, he might see a picture of a beautiful woman sleeping in spring.
Han Yue had just returned from the army, and his living habits were very formal. No matter how late he was at night, he would wake up on time the next morning, drink tea, read the newspaper, and make breakfast. The kitchen is full of ingredients and seasonings, all of which are brand new and unopened. Han Yue fried two eggs that were burnt on one side, layered them thickly with bacon bread, sandwiched a thick and delicious sauce, and picked a few vegetable leaves Made a salad. He moved quite neatly, but it took more than ten minutes to finish all this, and then he tidied up the kitchen a little, and brought breakfast to Chu Ci.
As soon as he pushed open the bedroom door, he found that Chu Ci had gotten up and was taking medicine standing in front of the bedside table.
There is no medicine box on the table, only the board of white pills, which cannot be seen from the outside. Han Yue never knew that Chu Ci needed to take medicine, so he asked in a daze, "What is that?"
"Roxithromycin."
"What are you taking the medicine for?"
"A little fever."
Chu Ci bent down with some difficulty, picked up the shirt that Han Yue threw on the ground yesterday, but just as he was about to put it on, Han Yue snatched it away and threw it away: "Where do you want to go? After breakfast Go back to sleep, and I will see who dares to let you go to work."
Chu Ci supported the edge of the bedside table, maintained this position for a while, and then slowly stood up. He couldn't explain to people like Han Yue that no one had ever forced him to do the job of chemical analysis, and he insisted on being an office worker from 9 to 5 because he voluntarily. He needs to maintain his final financial independence under Han Yue's strong persecution, maintain his right to live like a normal person, and maintain his last interests and hobbies. Without this job, his life would have completely lost the last bit of ease and expectation in his life.
Han Yue touched his forehead and said, "It's really hot. Eat something quickly, and I'll call you a doctor."
"Don't call the doctor!"
Han Yue was stunned, remembering that he was never willing to see the doctors the Han family knew, even if something went wrong, he endured it by himself, and went to the hospital to register afterwards.
"...I want to sleep." Seeing Han Yue's face change color, Chu Ci was afraid that he would call the doctor forcibly because of his temper, so he quickly said: "I'm a little tired these two days, just sleep and sweat. If the fever doesn't subside in the afternoon I'm going to the hospital again."
Han Yue watched him lie back on the bed, with his back to himself, wrapped in a quilt, in the same slightly rejecting posture as last night. This hidden refusal made Han Yue want to get angry a little bit, wanted to rush up and lift the quilt, and wanted to call the doctor over without any hassle, and then treat the illness according to Chu Ci. But after all kinds of violent thoughts passed through his mind, Han Yue finally put down the breakfast plate patiently, and said in a low voice, "I'll put the food on the side. You wake up and warm it up."
Chu Ci didn't say a word, it seemed as if she really fell asleep.
Han Yue strode out of the room and closed the door with a bang.
"Where did you get this medicine?" Ren Jiayuan sat behind his desk, holding a light yellow plastic medicine tablet in his hand, with a very strange expression: "Could it be Hou Yu, Pei Zhi and the others who made such a mess... "
In the surgeon's office of a famous hospital, Han Yue sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, and interrupted Dr. Ren's obscene speculation without hesitation: "You should find someone to analyze what this medicine is and what it is for. , there is not even a manufacturer’s description on it.”
Ren Jiayuan had no choice but to take the tablet and go find the people in the pharmacology laboratory in person, and specially asked them to report the results quietly after the results were obtained, and don't gossip if there is anything messy about it.
Han Yue was sitting in Ren Jiayuan's office drinking tea, and after a while, Master Zheng came back with a sullen expression on his face: "Second Young Master Han, I can tell at a glance that it is nothing but ordinary paroxetine hydrochloride."
Han Yue was born with almost no medicine, and he had never heard of this name: "What is the main treatment? Fever and cold?"
"It has nothing to do with fever and cold! Paroxetine hydrochloride is mainly used for depression, obsessive-compulsive disorder and social phobia. We mainly prescribe this to patients with mild depression. Take one tablet in the morning after dinner. Where did you get this medicine?" yes?"
"..." There was no expression on Han Yue's face. After a long silence, he said, "My friend is taking this. Tell me it's roxithromycin."
Ren Jiayuan's reaction was exactly the same as that of Hou Yu at that time: "Ah? Do you have a girlfriend in Beijing?" Seeing Han Yue's expression, he quickly coughed: "No, no, no, I don't mean that! I'm mainly surprised, haha, surprised .”
Han Yue ignored him, shook the pill in his hand, and asked, "Does taking this mean he has depression?"
"... Depression is also divided into serious and serious. Modern people are basically a little anxious, depressed, etc..." Ren Jiayuan was embarrassed and asked, "How is your good friend's personality?"
"It's good. It's just not very talkative."
"Reticence is a common symptom of depression! After all, with your temper, even if someone is seriously depressed, you won't be able to detect it!" Ren Jiayuan tapped his fingers on the table a few times, obviously thinking about this problem made him very anxious : "Do you have a good relationship? I mean, Master Han Er, did you kick your bedmate as soon as you started? Didn't you play the trick of the overlord?"
Han Yue really choked up for a moment, his face was a little ugly: "When did I kick him? I'm just talking, and I didn't really do it!"
"..." Ren Jiayuan was silent for a while, "You're already scary if you say it casually, okay?"
"I didn't mean to scare him! I have nothing to do to scare him. Is it fun? You don't know that kid is a fucking tough guy. I have tried every means, but he still looks lukewarm, no problem! "Han Yue frowned heavily, looking impatient and hostile, "Fuck, I'm going to throw him at home and lock him up. When will he be soft and when will he be released? I'd like to see if he can When will you be so hard!"
"Hey, don't, don't!" Ren Jiayuan understood at once, that's how the unknown Xiaoqinger of Ganqing got depression. It doesn't count if Han Er forced him to do it, and he was tortured by this soldier ruffian all day long, so it's no wonder he wasn't depressed!
"You weren't like this before. Since the twisted melon is not sweet, you can just let it go and give him a sum of money to compensate for his spiritual loss. Next time, we will find a more beautiful one." Ren Jiayuan clapped his hands: "That's right , I heard that Shengshi Guild Hall has a new batch of tender children? If you go shopping often, maybe your interest in this one will gradually fade."
Han Yue's expression changed suddenly, he sneered seven-pointed and three-pointed ruthlessly, stared at Ren Jiayuan and asked, "Is there anyone like you who just expects us to break up?"
When he said this, his expression was extremely tyrannical, and Ren Jiayuan gasped in fright, thinking that it was over, Han Yue was so serious this time. Han Yue used to be really not a person who likes to bully men and women. In this circle, there are always some beautiful men and women who like money, fame and fortune. Never indebted to others, every time can be called a good get together and a good break. Only this time he was so stubborn, so tough, he even said the words of throwing people at home and locking him up. Could it be that he really met a fairy and descended to the mortal world? !
"Or... how about you bring him over one day, I'll make an appointment with an authoritative psychologist to show him, and he can sort it out a little bit." Ren Jiayuan looked at Han Yue's expression carefully, and persuaded in a low voice: "It's not that I want you to break up, the main thing is It’s your bed partner, you’re all a little bit like that... If you really want to live for a long time, you have to restrain your temper. If you hit a stick, you have to give a candy to eat, you can’t drive people to a dead end !"
Han Yue snorted irritably: "Isn't my old man just as violent? Hasn't my mother lived with him all her life?"
Ren Jiayuan's mouth grew slowly, forming a round ah shape: "Do you want that little love to spend the rest of your life with you?!"
Han Yue rolled his eyes, as if scolding his mother in a low voice, and then perfunctory: "Alright, I'll take him over someday to have a look, you can arrange a better psychiatrist, and treat me with that depression. Healed."
Ren Jiayuan was immersed in the great horror of his whole life, and he was still dumbfounded and didn't react. Han Yue coughed, got up and strode out of the doctor's office.
"... Hey! You must come and see it!" Ren Jiayuan rushed to the door and shouted, "If you have severe depression, you may have suicidal tendencies!"
Without turning his head, Han Yue waved his hand to show that he heard it.
"...he didn't take it seriously at all..." Ren Jiayuan murmured depressedly and shook his head.