The address given by Xie Xuanming was a famous villa area in Baimao City.
Municipal planning does not allow the construction of single-family villas in the city, which will seize the already tight land resources. The villa area where Xie Xuanming's family is located can be regarded as a school of its own. Although it is not located in the center of the urban area, the location of the sub-central circle and the surrounding urban gardens make the house number of this community a real symbol of affluence.
Generally speaking, as long as someone self-reports that his family is at this address, the public will acquiesce to his wealth status and cast envious and envious eyes on him.
of course there are exceptions.
Ji Sheng managed to stop a taxi in a village in the city. After giving the name of the place, the driver looked at his shabby clothes with subtle eyes, then glanced at his delicate face, and glanced at the unhealed scars on the corners of his lips and eyes...
Beautiful boy with a wound on his face.
The driver couldn't smell it and sighed, people with a lot of eccentricities are rich, so it's no wonder that poor young people go to catch up with them and eat this bowl of rice.
The village in the city and the wealthy area are one west of the city and the other east of the city. They have to cross more than half of the city. The rehearsal ends at 8 o'clock, and they go out at 8:30 after taking a shower. Ji Sheng looked at the time, the subway transfer to the bus would definitely not arrive before nine o'clock, so he could only choose to take a taxi.
Ji Sheng touched his pockets on the back seat, and there was only 110.7 yuan in the account of the second-hand mobile phone, and this shabby amount was destined to be greatly reduced when he got off the car.
Ji Sheng arrived at the villa area at ten minutes to nine o'clock.
The security guards in the wealthy area received twice the salary of other colleagues, and they were naturally dedicated to their work.
No matter how Ji Sheng explained, the security guards insisted that no one is allowed to enter without the owner's guidance or phone permission.
Ji Sheng wanted to give Xie Xuanming another call, but he was afraid that if he troubled Xie Xuanming because of this "ordinary matter", he would hold him by the collar and tell him to leave. So Ji Sheng had no choice but to take a step back: "Can I wait at the door for someone to come back?"
The security guard was still not very happy, probably because he thought his standing there was an obstacle to the appearance of the city.
But the entrance of the community was not under the jurisdiction of the security guards, so he could only reluctantly agree to Ji Sheng's suggestion.
Ji Sheng stood at the door, standing there for two hours.
Xie Xuanming is very punctual, but also extremely double-standard.
He asked Ji Sheng to arrive before nine o'clock, and Ji Sheng had to work hard to show up before that time, but at the same time, he didn't say "I'll wait for you there at nine o'clock", so he cut off the possibility of himself showing up as scheduled at the root.
When Ji Sheng wanted to understand this, he had already stood at the door for more than an hour and a half. Without changing his face, he made an international friendly gesture to Xie Xuanming in his heart, bowed his head and rubbed his legs.
Ji Sheng's leg injury has not healed, and it hurts from standing for too long. In the end, he couldn't stand up anymore, so he squatted down without hesitation, shrinking himself into a hamster safely under the frowning gaze of the security guard.
When Xie Xuanming came back, he saw such a scene - at the gate of the community, Ji Sheng hugged his legs and curled up into a ball, lowered his head to cover his face, only showing his fluffy hair to the outside world, the always dedicated security guard was holding a protective plug, and Runtu plug Yun seemed to be facing an enemy, and had a weird confrontation with the group of hamsters.
shame.
This was Xie Xuanming's first thought.
He asked Ji Sheng to wait, but he didn't expect that this person would be such a hamster nest-building casual waiter.
"Stop." Xie Xuanming said coldly.
He pulled the door and got out of the car, walked to the edge of the unknown ball, resisted the desire to stretch his legs and kick over, and bent down.
Ji Sheng was crossing his legs and reviewing the rehearsal changes in his mind, when he suddenly realized that his feet were off the ground.
He turned his head, looked at Xie Xuanming who lifted himself up in the air conditioner, and said politely, "Good morning."
Calmly glanced at the time, apologized: "Oh, sorry, I thought it was early morning."
Xie Xuanming ignored his yin and yang aura: "If you are willing to squat until the early morning, I don't mind."
"I mind." Ji Sheng straightened his legs and landed, patted his pants, and greeted the security guard with a smile, "The person who picked me up is here, can I go in?"
The security guard realized that what he said was somewhat ambiguous, and before he had time to think about it, he saw the boy who had been squatting for a long time hurriedly waved goodbye and turned to catch up.
The two got into the car, and the car drove into the community.
The security guard looked away.
It's a decent looking person, but it just doesn't look right either way.
Weird world of rich people.
When Ji Sheng entered the villa, he was stunned by the familiar decoration and design style.
He was sure that he had never been to Xie Xuanming's house, at least not in his previous life, so this vague sense of sight could only come from the current owner of this body, Ji Hui.
Xie Xuanming brought Ji Hui back home.
Ji Sheng was a little surprised.
Xie Xuanming didn't seem like the kind of character who would easily allow people to invade his private sphere.
Ji Sheng kept looking around, Xie Xuanming poured a glass of water in the open kitchen, and said abruptly, "Who are you going to sell the information to?"
Did Ji Hui sell information
Ji Sheng captures key information.
What information, is it related to Xie Xuanming? Who to sell to
Is this why he annoyed Xie Xuanming
Ji Sheng's brain was spinning rapidly, but he quickly chose to ignore the series of doubts that followed, and focus on a certain problem that needs to be solved most at present.
He took two steps towards Xie Xuanming gently, and stretched out his hand:
"130."
"what?"
"130, reimburse the taxi fare."
"Your dormitory is as high as 70." Xie Xuanming said coldly, "You love money so much, 60 is a lie."
"65 is a one-way trip. If you don't plan to hide your beauty in a golden house, I have to go back tomorrow." Ji Sheng calmly settled the accounts, "You should not be short of money, so you won't have to rely on 60."
The atmosphere froze.
Two seconds later, Ji Sheng took out his phone and shook it tentatively: "WeChat?"
Xie Xuanming put down the cup carefully, turned around and entered the room.
The door panel slammed shut, and the non-loadbearing wall trembled.
Ji Sheng was stranded in place, he put away his phone and shrugged.
That is cash.
Xie Xuanming entered the room and did not come out for a long time.
Ji Sheng didn't expect to have to wait when he entered the villa. He couldn't stand still, so he carefully found a seat and sat down, praying that Xie Xuanming wouldn't lose control because he stained his leather sofa and drive him out or beat him up before driving him out.
After midnight, Xie Xuanming came out, and he gave Ji Sheng a stingy look, saying succinctly, "Come here."
Ji Sheng didn't know where he was going, so he could only get up and follow him upstairs.
When going up the stairs, Ji Sheng hastily glanced at the layout of the villa.
The room Xie Xuanming stayed in just now should be a study or studio, and the direction he is heading now—
It is the master bedroom.
"You sit there."
Ji Sheng glanced at the big bed in the center of the master bedroom calmly, and sat down on the couch beside the big bed according to Xie Xuanming's instructions.
Just as Ji Sheng sat down firmly, Xie Xuanming walked towards him.
Enveloped by a tall figure, Ji Sheng leaned back quietly.
If you don't sleep on the bed, you have to choose the sofa.
What a quirk.
Xie Xuanming took two steps closer, propped his hands on the back of the sofa, and looked down at Ji Sheng from a high position: "Do you know what you are going to do?"
Ji Sheng froze for a second, and began to take off his shirt without saying a word.
What he was wearing today was a shirt with many buttons, it was painful to put it on, and it was even more painful to unbutton it.
Ji Sheng slowly undid the buttons, his movements were slow and sincere, as if he was the only one left in the whole world, and that worn-out denim shirt that had been washed white.
Xie Xuanming sneered from above.
After the third button was unbuttoned, Ji Sheng finally couldn't maintain his composure. He raised his head with his collar open, and asked self-destructively, "Is there any lubricant and condom?"
"No." Xie Xuanming sneered even worse, "I don't use that thing."
Very good, Ji Sheng has no expression on his face.
Fucking God, let yourself die, let yourself be born again.
Let yourself hurt to death on the man's bed.
It's really okay.
Ji Sheng was crazily cursing the injustice of fate, Xie Xuanming couldn't wait patiently, and pressed him straight.
Ji Sheng was startled, and he forced him to lie back on the sofa.
Xie Xuanming's sharp Adam's apple came straight into his eyes, Ji Sheng reflexively closed his eyes, only the strong scent of grass and trees remained in his senses.
In the chaos, Ji Sheng suddenly lost his mind.
Xie Xuanming clearly didn't like to use perfume before.
At least that time in the bar, when he pressed over, the sparkling wine between his lips and teeth was sour and strong, but his body was unexpectedly clean, with only the residual fragrance of bath liquid.
Not like a debut star, more like a young high school student.
However, that was a long time ago.
People change.
Ji Sheng felt inexplicably uncomfortable. He closed his eyes and gave up struggling like a corpse. He gave up on himself and lay down for a while, but the scent of grass and trees suddenly dissipated, and his eyelids changed from a dark color to a bright orange color.
Ji Sheng heard the rustling sound and tentatively opened his eyes.
Seeing the bright crystal chandelier in the master bedroom for the first time, Xie Xuanming looked down, standing beside the sofa, with towel pajamas hanging on his arm, and raised his head to drip eye drops into his eyes.
After he finished instilling in his right eye, he switched to instilling in his left eye.
After the eye drops were applied to both eyes, Xie Xuanming leaned over again and put the small bottle of eye drops back on the bedside table.
He quickly skipped over Ji Sheng, with a perfunctory attitude as if he couldn't see that there was someone sitting on the sofa, or he simply regarded Ji Sheng as an unimportant creature that could be ignored like a pillow.
A humanoid pillow that looks like a white moonlight.
A one-to-one restoration of exquisite hand-made.
Ji Hui, or Ji Sheng, probably looks like this in his eyes.
Xie Xuanming put away the eye drops, got up and went into the bathroom. After a while, the sound of dripping water came from the wall.
He didn't give Ji Sheng a superfluous expression the whole time, only the corner of his mouth was smeared with a sneer, no matter how you look at it, it was ironic.
Ji Sheng sat on the sofa, his clothes ragged and messy in the wind.
He didn't want to be annoyed by Xie Xuanming's taunting, his mind was only covered by one point of information.
Ji Sheng thought that he probably knew what information Ji Hui leaked.
Xie Xuanming, newcomer film star, box office pillar, and king of topics.
The dark horse prince of countless girls, the dream love of countless homosexuals.
Just such a popular lover, he, no.
Ji Sheng came to a conclusion very seriously.
He spent a lot of money to buy a cute and pitiful young boy who looked almost like Bai Yueguang, just to let him sit by the bed and tell himself the bedtime story of the three little pigs.
Such abstinence in such a good young man who is like a wolf and a tiger.
Either a staunch supporter of Plato.
Either a potential client of Viagra ecstasy.
Ji Sheng felt that Plato probably wasn't very willing to accept such unfilial believers who beat people's teeth out with a single word of disagreement.
So Xie Xuanming must be the latter.
Thinking of this, Ji Sheng suddenly understood Xie Xuanming's anger.
How could any man tolerate this kind of private matter being exposed by the person next to him (literally)
Ji Sheng felt that he could not.
So Xie Xuanming should not be able to.
After Xie Xuanming took a shower, he gave Ji Sheng an instruction to stay where he was, and went to bed to lie down.
His movements are familiar and proficient. Ji Sheng thinks that similar things have happened many times. The simple sofa under him that is seriously inconsistent with the decoration style of the bedroom, in Xie Xuanming's eyes, is probably XXXXL's "figure seat".
Ji Sheng was solemn for a moment.
Once again affirmed the authenticity of the information that Xie Xuanming did not mention it.
Xie Xuanming didn't know, he just took a bath, and Ji Sheng had already made such a misunderstanding in his heart.
Xie Xuanming returned some messages with his mobile phone, glanced at "Ji Hui" who was honestly staying aside, and thought to himself that from the stress reaction just now, the amnesia he said probably wasn't a lie.
This gave Xie Xuanming a little bit of trust in "Ji Hui".
Xie Xuanming turned off the phone and lay down on his side.
He fell asleep, but Ji Sheng was a little dumbfounded.
It's good to not have to sell your body, but do you have to sit on the sofa all night like this
As soon as this idea came out, Ji Sheng felt sore in his waist, and it soared several levels in an instant.
Ji Sheng hammered his waist bitterly, thinking that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, and the deeper the illness, the more doggy the gold master.
Everything happens for a reason, Ji Sheng didn't want to hear it.
But fortunately, Xie Xuanming gave him instructions specifically - sit before I fall asleep.
In other words, after Xie Xuanming fell asleep, Ji Sheng could lie down on his own.
After Ji Sheng completed his reading comprehension, he began to silently hypnotize Xie Xuanming in his heart.
Go to sleep, go to sleep, my dear patron, my dear drum supplier.
Mom loves you, Dad loves you, and I love you too.
It's because you Bai Yueguang doesn't love you.
He prayed silently as if urging him to die.
Xie Xuanming seemed to have trouble sleeping. Several times Ji Sheng felt that he was going to sleep, but he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Ji Sheng who was about to lie down like a hawk.
Ji Sheng could only sit up straight and return to his post as if he had been caught deserting by the dean.
He opened his eyes several times, and Ji Sheng suddenly felt a subtle feeling.
Xie Xuanming is not going to be the governor just because he has nothing to do.
It was more like he was looking at someone through Ji Hui's face.
Someone who wasn't with him.
Ji Sheng laughed dumbfounded.
what.
The movie star on stage and the audience criticize like Xie Xuanming like Xie Xuanming, and is there such a problem of being unable to fall asleep without seeing Bai Yueguang's face
How strange.
It's so strange that no one will believe it.
Xie Xuanming opened and closed his eyes a few times, finally closed his eyes at two o'clock in the morning and fell asleep.
Due to the previous few lessons, Ji Sheng did not dare to lie down immediately, he cautiously decided to observe for a while.
Xie Xuanming had the face of Hades when he woke up, and it was hard to get close to him when he was asleep. His handsome brows were furrowed, his eyelashes were trembling, and he was restless in sleep.
His lips were gradually opened from tightness, and as the lips fluttered, ravings floated out faintly.
Ji Sheng held his breath and concentrated, but couldn't catch the forming tone.
He got up without a sound, leaned forward two steps, and was about to eavesdrop, but suddenly froze his body.
A foot away from him, Xie Xuanming frowned the word Sichuan, his forehead was covered with cold sweat.
He clutched the quilt, bitterly raving:
"Ji Sheng...you owe me..."
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Ji Sheng: You might as well sleep with me, who the hell...