Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

The rich second generation was tricked by Jiang Que's ball and ran all over the court like a dog being walked. In the end, he was so exhausted that he ran away without asking anything and made an excuse.

As soon as the rich second generation left, someone came in to chat with Jiang Que and play with him, but Jiang Que kept his mouth shut and he couldn't ask anything.

During the half-time break, Song Yuan came over to wipe his sweat and brought him some water, and Jiang Que took it with a smile.

The bosses looked at Song Yuan and left with understanding.

Not long after he returned from playing ball, some bosses called him personally to ask for cooperation.

Song Yuan deliberately hooked Jiang Que's hand. Jiang Que, who was playing games, looked up at him and asked, "What?"

Song Yuan did not respond. Instead, the boss who said he wanted to discuss business with him on the phone did not say anything more after hearing Jiang Que's voice. He made the decision directly and asked him when he was free to go out and sign the contract.

Song Yuan has become busy again recently.

Sometimes Jiang Que was too lazy to cook at home and went directly to the company to eat their employee meals.

Because the company had just started, the 5 million was a relatively large initial investment, and Song Yuan tried to save wherever possible in other areas as the company was not very big.

The straight male employee who sent Song Yuan home last time saw Jiang Que coming to eat, so he delivered their lunch to Song Yuan's office and quickly closed the door and left, fearing that he would see something he shouldn't see if he was a second late, which would be unfriendly to him as a straight man.

But he was indeed overthinking it.

Because Jiang Que left after dinner.

The company's location was closer to the rental house where Song Yuan previously lived.

Song Yuan would only come over when there was something important or Jiang Que called him. Normally, Song Yuan lived in this rental house.

One night, dark clouds covered the moon and a drizzle fell on the street. Although it was summer, the evening breeze was cool.

The workload has been quite heavy these days, so Song Yuan worked overtime and got home late.

The corridor of the dilapidated old rental building was rather dark. In order to save electricity, the landlord used the voice-controlled lights and was afraid of disturbing people's rest. After Song Yuan put away his umbrella, he went upstairs with the flashlight on his mobile phone.

As usual, Song Yuan took the key and opened the door.

But before he could turn the door, he heard heavy footsteps and breathing in the silent corridor. Song Yuan turned around but saw no one.

These places are very messy, so Song Yuan remained vigilant, turned the key, entered the door, and locked it.

Song Yuan hung the umbrella at the door and turned on the light without changing his shoes when he heard a heavy knock on the door. The sound echoed in the old and dilapidated building. It was particularly creepy in the rainy and quiet night.

"Who?"

Song Yuan said coldly.

Jiang Que at the door responded impatiently: "Your father."

Song Yuan: “…”

Much of the night.

What kind of psychopath.

Recognizing Jiang Que's voice, Song Yuan opened the door and let him in.

It was raining outside. Jiang Que should have been driving himself. Except for the wet soles of his shoes, everything else was clean.

"How did you come?"

After Jiang Que entered, Song Yuan closed the door.

Because it was a bit cold tonight and Jiang Que didn't wear many clothes, Song Yuan turned on the air conditioner to warm it up, fearing that he would catch a cold.

This is Jiang Que's second time coming here.

Last time I came to give some money, so I just came in and sat down.

This time, Jiang Que didn't do anything else. He just started as soon as he entered the door.

This broken building has poor sound insulation.

Jiang Que was just about to take off his clothes when he saw Song Yuan lying on the bed, so nervous that he seemed to be covered with a righteous aura, staring at him firmly with eyes, as if they were not going to bed, but becoming sworn brothers.

Jiang Que was speechless: "What's with that expression on your face? Are you going to sacrifice yourself generously?"

Song Yuan shook his head: "The soundproofing here is not good. There are people living next door on both sides. I am a little worried about the wind."

Jiang Que sat up: "I'm afraid of it."

Song Yuan nodded: "That's what I'm afraid of."

Jiang Que: “…”

...

It didn't work out in the end.

Put each other's clothes back on.

Song Yuan sat on the bed, watching someone sorting out his clothes. His perfect profile was illuminated by the light. Song Yuan felt warm at the sight of him and asked, "Why are you here?"

He always thought that Jiang Que disliked this place, so he basically asked him to go over there, or he would go over there himself.

Their number of times is actually not very many.

But every time is enjoyable enough.

In this regard, Song Yuan felt that they were quite harmonious.