The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

This time the man did not refuse. When they reached the first floor, Song Jiu was exhausted and out of breath.

The clothes on his back were completely wet with sweat. He took a few breaths and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his hands. Without noticing, the man in the wheelchair who had been lowering his head suddenly raised his head and took a quick glance, then put his head back.

"...Thank you. What's your name?"

When Song Jiu heard the man's thank you, he was stunned. He didn't expect that the other person, who looked aloof and taciturn, and difficult to get along with, would be polite and say thank you. After reacting, he smiled and said, "My name is Song Jiu, big brother, you can just call me Xiao Jiu."

The other person should be older than him, so it would be right to respectfully call him "Big Brother".

The man hummed and handed over a piece of toilet paper: "You've worked hard, wipe the sweat off your face."

Song Jiu just needed a tissue, so he took it. "It's dark outside, be careful when you go out. By the way, let's add each other's contact information. When you come back later, I can help you go upstairs. We are neighbors on the same floor, so it's no big deal to help each other."

He gasped and took out his cell phone from his pocket.

The light on the ground floor was brighter. The man's jawline was beautifully shaped and his thin lips were slightly pursed. Song Jiu vaguely realized that the man seemed to be not much older than him, maybe only about 23 or 24 years old, young and handsome, with a good figure, but those legs...

Pity.

Song Jiu took out his mobile phone, operated it briefly and showed his personal code. He moved the screen forward and signaled the man to add him as a friend. The other party hesitated for a while and scanned the code.

With a ding sound, a message popped up at the top of the screen. Song Jiu clicked to agree. The other party's profile picture was pitch black, with nothing on it. His Moments were clean, and it seemed that he didn't like to post on Moments. Generally speaking, introverted people don't like to post on Moments. No wonder he asked so many times just now, but the other party didn't respond.

It turns out that he is not talkative, Song Jiu thought.

"Then I'll go back first. Send me a message if you need anything." The young man showed a standard smile, his peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed, and the little canine teeth on both sides of his head poked out pointily.

Like a kitten.

Still a kitten with body odor.

The man adjusted the direction of the wheelchair and watched the boy go upstairs until the figure disappeared around the corner. He slowly withdrew his gaze and lowered his eyelashes. The boy's body fragrance still lingered around him when he was sweating, faint and light, like a gardenia blooming in the early morning, with dew in the bud, which made everyone who passed by linger in their dreams and couldn't help but explore the source of the fragrance.

A man actually has body odor.

His eyelids drooped, and there was no emotion on his face. He stared at something in the void for a long time without moving. When the fragrance completely dissipated, the man drove the wheelchair away from the ground floor without saying a word.

After filling my stomach and taking a shower, it was already 11 o'clock in the evening.

Song Jiu came out of the bathroom, drying his hair. Just as he was about to use a hair dryer to blow dry his hair, he suddenly remembered something and picked up the phone next to him. There was not a single message. It was so late, the other party should have finished his business. Did he not plan to go home at all, or did he not want to trouble others?

He was a little worried, and after a moment's hesitation, he edited a message and sent it out: 'Do you still remember me?'

"...Yes, I remember."

'I have already got home.'

Less than a minute after the message was sent, the other party replied with two lines of text. It seems that he really went home. Maybe he was lying in bed playing with his mobile phone, so he replied to the message so quickly.

They were all on the same floor, so they would see each other every day. Song Jiu thought about it and decided to build a good relationship with his neighbors: "I'm a neighbor who just moved in not long ago. If I do something wrong in the future, please take care of me."

'How should I call you?'

The other party's dark avatar and period nickname made Song Jiu feel a little depressed and psychologically uncomfortable, as if a big stone was pressing on his heart, making it hard to breathe.

However, if it were anyone else, at an age when they should be full of vigor and vitality, they would be confined to a wheelchair and would feel despair and become depressed and unhappy from then on.

The other party is still alive and well and has not committed suicide, which shows that his mental quality has surpassed most people.

'...no name.'

The other party was typing, and these words were displayed at the top of the screen for three minutes. Song Jiu thought that what was sent would be a long paragraph, but it took him several minutes to type only four words?

He stopped wiping his hair and couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

A name is not just a simple Chinese character, but also a symbol of a person's independence from the world and a symbol of survival. In this small world, not having a name means that the person is an illegal resident and cannot enjoy all the basic rights such as medical insurance and social security. How is it possible to not have a name?

On the other side, the man lowered his eyes and looked at the four words he typed on the screen, the corners of his mouth curved coldly. A shameful name, he would never accept it.

'Feel sorry. '

"Brother, which room are you in? I made some pumpkin soup. It's good for cooling off in the summer."

The other party sent an emoticon of a cartoon bear hugging each other. The smaller fan bear was touching the larger brown bear. The picture was cute and warm.

The man blinked, his face showing no emotion. From beginning to end, he had a cold face and maintained the same indifferent expression. Tsk, another self-righteous guy. Pity him? Sympathize with him? No need.

'Need not'

'Sleep. '

The man turned off his phone and ignored it. After that, no matter what message Song Jiu sent, the other party did not respond.

Gradually, he seemed to realize something and stopped sending messages.

Song Jiu was a little at a loss as he held the phone in his hand. He seemed to have offended someone without even knowing it. His mind was frantically recalling his contact with the man a few hours ago, trying to capture the details over and over again, trying to find any flaws.

Apart from accidentally falling into the man's arms, his subsequent behavior was fine. He was polite and tactful, and he took the initiative to add friends and offer help. Song Jiu racked his brains but couldn't figure out which action or words touched the man's sore spot.

Forget it, he should not approach her and attract dislike.

Song Jiu pursed his lips and turned off the bedside lamp.

At the same time, far away in the capital, the main residence of the Jiang family was brightly lit and filled with cheers.

It was said to be a family dinner, but in fact, other wealthy and noble families in Beijing, as long as they were famous, took the initiative to bring gifts to celebrate Mr. Jiang’s 80th birthday.

They announced to the public that it was a family dinner, but they did not emphasize that others were not allowed to squeeze in.

People in the upper class are very smart. This is their only chance to get in touch with the top wealthy families, so they must seize it. If they are lucky, they might even be able to show up in front of the big guys at the banquet and win their favor.

As the saying goes, a tall tree attracts the wind. As a top wealthy family, the Jiang family has always been low-key and has little presence in the circle, but this does not affect the important position of the Jiang family in their hearts at all.

The Jiang family not only occupies half of the business circle, but also has a greater say in the political circle. People in the business circle know that anyone with a little bit of red background can soar to the top, not to mention that the Jiang family's ancestors were all great heroes with outstanding achievements, and the country has to respect them.

It was just that when it came to Mr. Chiang's generation, they chose to go into business. Although they had left politics and stayed away from the center of power, the Chiang family's network of contacts in the central government was unfathomable, and no one knew how deep and extensive it was.

The upper class was crazy about the banquet, but Jiang Heyi was bored, and his handsome face was full of irritation. He hated this kind of social banquet the most, where everyone put on a hypocritical mask, held a red wine glass, said flattering words, and came for profit.

False, hypocritical.

How disgusting.

Jiang Heyi sat alone in the corner, the tie around his neck making it difficult for him to breathe. He kept loosening and tightening the bow tie with his fingers, and the originally neatly ironed suit collar became a little messy.