Ji Sheng raised his head, the alcohol slipped from his mouth into the esophagus, flushing all the way.
He frowned slightly, swallowed the wine, raised his hand to signal the empty wine glass, and knocked the glass back on the coffee table.
Ji Sheng straightened up: "I drank the wine, you can let it go."
Zhao Wenhua laughed twice, and with a wave of his hand, the two holding Huang Sizhe let go. Huang Sizhe staggered forward, propping his hand on the ground scattered with glass shards, and a few pieces of broken glass fell into his palm, dripping with blood.
Huang Sizhe stood up suddenly as if unconscious, and rushed to Ji Sheng in a few steps, pushing him behind him, his blood-red eyes fixed on Zhao Wenhua.
Zhao Wenhua couldn't help laughing: "Why do you still treat me as an enemy, I just want to make friends."
Huang Sizhe was panting heavily, and was about to say "you fart" fiercely, but Ji Sheng snatched it first.
"We accept Mr. Zhao's wish." Ji Sheng said calmly, "I just don't know whether Mr. Zhao can give the 'friend' a chance to deal with the wound. After all, such an embarrassing relative is not in line with etiquette."
"Okay." Zhao Wenhua nodded happily, hissing at Ji Sheng with eyes like a poisonous snake's core, "He can go and treat the wound, you are intact, you have to sit down and have a few words with me."
Huang Sizhe was furious when he heard the words: "You fucking don't make an inch—"
Ji Sheng grabbed him and interrupted: "Okay."
Ji Sheng walked forward, but was grabbed by Huang Sizhe.
"Do you still remember the number?" Ji Sheng turned sideways and asked in a low voice.
Huang Sizhe's eyes relaxed slightly, but he still didn't let go.
"Go." Ji Sheng whispered again, "Otherwise I won't be able to leave."
He pushed Huang Sizhe, gave a suggestive look, broke free from the restraint, and walked to the sofa.
Huang Sizhe watched Ji Sheng sit down beside Zhao Wenhua, gritted his teeth, turned and walked out.
He staggered towards Lu Haoren, his footsteps were vain.
Lu Haoren stepped forward to help him stabilize, and just as his eyes revealed some anxious inquiries, he heard Huang Sizhe's hoarse voice.
"Do you have a cell phone?"
Lu Haoren was startled, then nodded.
"Okay." Huang Sizhe said in a low voice, "Go out and talk."
The two raised their feet and retreated out of the box. Zhao Wenhua had no intention of staying, so no one stopped him.
Zhao Wenhua sat on the sofa, staring at Ji Sheng's finishing touch like a mole of tears, his mouth was dry.
A few years ago, when he was just the leader of the party, there was such a young man with a mole on the corner of his eye. At that time, Zhao Wenhua had a crooked idea and invited people to a grand banquet... However, due to some mistakes, he failed in the end.
Zhao Wenhua regretted it for many years. When he saw that boy again, he was shocked to find that he appeared on the TV network and became a big star. There was a disparity in status and status between the two of them, Zhao Wenhua looked forward to it like a toad, visibly irritated, and that mole became an evil fire, which had been burning for many years.
Therefore, when Ji Hui appeared in Zhao Wenhua's sight, that haunting face immediately caught Zhao Wenhua's sight firmly.
The humble background, the identity of the drummer, the tantalizing tear mole in the corner of the eye.
It was simply the compensation sent by the heavens for seeing him miss the beauty.
Zhao Wenhua smelled Ji Hui's body, the smell of alcohol could not cover the fruity sweetness, this feeling was familiar across time and space, just like a few years ago, he lowered his head and sucked on the neck of the unconscious young man...
Zhao Wenhua looked over irresistibly. Ji Sheng was wearing a round collar today, his collarbone and neck were exposed, and his fair skin was stained rosy by alcohol.
Zhao Wenhua leaned against the red edge in a daze, and stretched out his ugly and thick fingers like fat intestines tremblingly.
Ji Sheng couldn't restrain the disgust on his face, he wanted to hide, but the effect of the medicine started to take effect, his stomach burned and his body became weak, with the sofa behind him, there was no way to retreat.
Zhao Wenhua protruded forward lustfully, and just as he was about to touch the smooth skin, the cell phone rang suddenly, interrupting his dirty thoughts.
Zhao Wenhua was taken aback for a moment, then got up, took out his phone, and said angrily, "Hello?"
"Zhao Wenhua." A cold voice came from the other end of the phone, "You really don't remember your lesson."
Zhao Wenhua's left eye twitched suddenly. This sound was engraved in his genes, even when the corpse was completely cold, he would tremble when he heard it.
Xie Xuanming said coldly: "I warned you before, don't do such dirty things in front of my eyes. You don't have a long memory, or you are provocative."
Zhao Wenhua's Adam's apple rolled.
He had heard that the little drummer had something to do with Xie Xuanming, but he didn't expect that Xie Xuanming cared so much about this kid. He hadn't met him before, so the warning and threat came first.
Unwilling to take a glance at Ji Sheng, Zhao Wenhua said sternly, "Xie Yingdi, I respect you, but you're taking it a little too far. I'm going to have a drink with the newcomer, so why bother you?"
"I'm in the way."
Xie Xuanming sneered.
"Mr. Zhao, you don't forget what I warned you before."
Zhao Wenhua shuddered reflexively.
How could he not remember.
Zhao Wenhua met Ji Sheng once at a reception after he became famous.
At that time, Ji Sheng had both fame and fortune, and even though Zhao Wenhua was lucky enough to make a fortune, he was still not qualified to go up to him and have a chat with him.
He could only hide in the corner, looking out darkly, sweeping obscenely at the slender waist and slender neck...
Just as he was masturbating, a tall figure suddenly stepped in, blocking his prying sight.
"Fuck!" Zhao Wenhua scolded, "Who doesn't have eyes..."
He raised his eyes and fell silent like a chicken being held by the neck.
Xie Xuanming, who has become the film star, is wearing a black suit, and stares at him with lowered eyes, meaning unknown.
"Thanks... Thank you..." The feeling of the trachea being constricted reappeared, and Zhao Wenhua was almost suffocated.
He naturally knew that Ji Sheng's band member back then, that mad dog-like young lead singer also became famous.
Zhao Wenhua had the idea of exposing Xie Xuanming's violent crimes in order to extort huge compensation.
And he did.
He contacted Xie Xuanming's company for an opportunity to negotiate compensation.
Before the meeting, Zhao Wenhua was smug, full of ideas about scraping some oil from this famous boy.
But seeing Xie Xuanming, he lost all thoughts.
A broad-framed man is sitting on a stool, his handsome eyebrows and eyes can vaguely taste the beauty of a teenager, but when the man raises his eyes, his cold gaze locks onto the person—
Zhao Wenhua couldn't help taking a step back, the cold air gradually rose from his back.
He suddenly realized how ridiculous it was that he thought Xie Xuanming would humiliate him because of his excuses. No matter how his appearance changed, the man in front of him was still a mad dog. How could fame and wealth become the shackles of a mad dog? As long as he wanted to, he could still jump up unscrupulously and sever the throat of the offender.
Coldness rushed to his head, Zhao Wenhua's hairs stood on end, he didn't dare to ask for any compensation, and he left in a desperate manner with his tail between his legs. From then on, he shunned Xie Xuanming and never dared to provoke him again.
He wasn't looking for trouble, but he didn't expect Xie Xuanming to take the initiative to come to the door, and made an angry face.
"How long do you want to watch?" Xie Xuanming asked softly with a sullen expression in front of him.
Zhao Wenhua took half a step back in fright. The distance was too close, even though it was an occasion where people came and went, if Xie Xuanming wanted to make a move, he would definitely not be able to dodge it.
In the end, Xie Xuanming didn't do anything in public. He only supported Zhao Wenhua's shoulders with his knuckles, leaned down, stroked his throat twice with his thumb, and bit his words hard with his ears.
"Put away your dirty thoughts...or be careful walking at night..." The nightmarish voice echoed in his ears, and Zhao Wenhua felt a chill in his throat for a moment, and shivered reflexively.
Xie Xuanming on the other side of the phone was still talking: "I'm going over now, do you want to meet me?"
Zhao Wenhua hung up the phone abruptly, hurriedly said to go, and left the scene as if fleeing.
Zhao Wenhua slipped away, and the people in the box sensed that the situation was not good, whispered a few words, and retreated out one after another.
In the chaos, Lu Haoren and Huang Sizhe rushed in and ran to Ji Sheng's side.
Ji Sheng collapsed and collapsed on the sofa, the effect of the medicine came on, he couldn't even sit still.
"Ji Hui!" Huang Sizhe shook him.
"Go, find a room." Ji Shengqiang cheered up and said, "I want to take a shower."
Ji Sheng trembled and immersed himself in cold water.
As soon as he entered the room, he locked himself in the bathroom. Lu Haoren and Huang Sizhe heard the sound of water gurgling inside, but couldn't see what was going on, so they could only stand at the door and worry.
"Are you okay?!" A few knocks on the door came first, followed by Lu Haoren's anxious voice.
"I'm fine." Ji Sheng's teeth chattered, "You take Sizhe to treat the wound first."
There were a few more noises at the door.
Ji Sheng didn't have the energy to listen, and the weakness spread from his stomach to his limbs, and a bad numbness spread along with it.
He took a deep breath and sank into the water.
Xie Xuanming swiped the door with the card he asked for at the front desk, and as soon as he entered the room, he saw the bathroom light suddenly on in the dark room, and Ji Hui's two teammates lay on the door and yelled.
Without further ado, Xie Xuanming picked them up one by one, threw them out of the room before they could react, and closed the door and locked it.
"What the fuck are you doing! Open the door! Open the door! I'm calling the police! Fuck your mother and open the door!"
The annoying bass player scolded at the door, Xie Xuanming didn't bother to talk to him, called the front desk to deal with it, and then walked to the bathroom.
The door was locked, Xie Xuanming knocked on it, and said calmly, "Open the door."
He was answered by the sound of dripping water.
Xie Xuanming frowned, took a step back, and kicked hard at the door lock.
click sound,
The lock is open.
Xie Xuanming pushed the door open and entered, a half-dead person soaked in the overflowing bathtub.
With a jump in his eyes, he stepped over the water and fished the person out of the water.
Ji Sheng came out of the water trembling.
His body was hot, but his jaw was chattering again.
His sanity was not clear anymore, and he always felt in a trance that the water was hot and his body was cold.
Being dragged out of the bathtub, Ji Sheng had the illusion that he was like a dehydrated fish, his gills opened infinitely, but he couldn't reach the oxygen no matter what.
"What did you drink?" The deep voice came from the ethereal as if through the wall.
Who is speaking
Ji Sheng opened his eyes wide in a daze, and finally saw a figure in front of him. The face of that person was as unclear as if covered by mist. Ji Sheng wanted to see clearly, so he kept moving forward with his eyes open.
Xie Xuanming frowned.
Ji Hui was dragged out of the bathtub by him, trembling for a while as if sick, then suddenly stood up, and squeezed desperately in front of her with a dazed face.
Xie Xuanming's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, he grabbed his chin and pinched his fingers into the flesh of his cheeks to stop him from leaning forward.
Ji Sheng's face was flushed, his eyes were blurred, his moist lips were slightly parted, and he was stalking someone like he was asking for a kiss.
Xie Xuanming frowned even tighter, and couldn't help scolding: "Be sober."
Ji Sheng was very unconscious, he felt cold and felt hot in front of him.
He half-closed his eyes and rubbed against the heat source.
Hold.
Xie Xuanming pushed the person out suddenly, Ji Sheng staggered back, grabbing the bathtub so as not to fall all over the place.
He struggled for a while, then slowly sat up while supporting the edge of the bathtub, his scattered eyes gathered and turned to Xie Xuanming.
Seeing that Ji Hui seemed to have the idea of approaching again, Xie Xuanming retreated vigilantly, and said coldly: "Don't move! See clearly that I am..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Ji Sheng suddenly pounced on him with the strength he didn't know, and wrapped his wet arm around Xie Xuanming's arm like a snake.
Xie Xuanming didn't expect him to move like this, and was thrown straight at him, unable to dodge. He wanted to push away when he reacted, but he was restrained by his hands, making it difficult to move.
Xie Xuanming was cruel, and just about to use brute force, he heard him speak in a low voice.
"Xie Xuanming..."
Xie Xuanming paused, then listened to him again.
"sorry… "
In the next second, a pair of wet eyes magnified in front of his eyes, and then his lips touched the cold softness, entangled with him endlessly, and the tip of his tongue rolled in with the lingering alcohol smell and warmth.
Xie Xuanming grabbed Ji Sheng's hair and pulled him away forcefully.
The other hand was raised, and when the fan fell to the edge of the tear mole, it retracted.
Xie Xuanming frowned, and in the end he just patted his face impatiently: "Be sober."
Ji Sheng looked at him in bewilderment, water droplets rolled from his hair into his eye sockets, leaving water marks on his jade-like soft cheeks.
He didn't answer, he lowered his head and buried Xie Xuanming's collarbone, and rubbed slowly and ambiguously.
Xie Xuanming grabbed the back of his neck and shook his head vigorously.
"Xiao Xie"
Ji Sheng narrowed his eyes and muttered uncomfortably, "It hurts me."
Xie Xuanming froze suddenly, his fingers were cold.
"what did you just say?"
Ji Sheng didn't speak again, just broke free from the shackles, lowered down and rubbed against his neck for a while, then raised his head, looking at the stunned man with misty eyes.
"Xie Xuanming." Ji Sheng's moist lips opened and closed, "I feel so uncomfortable."
Before Xie Xuanming could answer, his slender fingers had already touched the waistband of the man in front of him.
Ji Sheng tugged weakly, but he couldn't pull it off no matter what, it only scratched people annoyed.
In the next second, the slender wrist bones were grasped, and Xie Xuanming pressed Ji Sheng against the bathtub, while his other hand caught his cheek.
"You still have one last chance to repent."
Ji Sheng licked his finger lightly in response.
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