The winner is crowned king [entertainment circle]

Zisheng was still booing, he made up his mind to dig up Ji Ruohe's past for fun, the others were also full of interest, they put down their chopsticks one after another, picked up their wine glasses and listened to Boss Ling Mei's appetizers.

Ji Ruohe glanced at Duan Kongqing, who looked at him tenderly with a curtain of autumn water.

"It happened eight years ago, I've forgotten him a long time ago." Ji Ruohe said, his eyes swept over Xiang Ling intentionally or unintentionally, and continued: "A first love without a tough love is not worth remembering, nor is it worth remembering."

Xiang Ling didn't lower his head to hide, he looked at the people at the dinner table with a smile on his face, but the figures in his pupils all turned into fragments, bit by bit, melting into the wine glass and the surrounding noise.

Zisheng felt dissatisfied, his face flushed from drinking, he smiled without image, and added as if he had witnessed it back then: "Brother, what is that Xiang Ling, he must have taken a fancy to your money at the beginning, but he didn't Courageous, cowardly like a dog, when the family found out, he slipped away without talking..."

"Hahahaha... Isn't this kind of man just a little boy, if he has no way to survive in the future, he will definitely go out and sell him."

"I agree--"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The obscenities in his ears stimulated Xiang Ling's eardrums. From the beginning to the end, Ji Ruohe was as calm as running water and didn't care. He only picked up vegetables for Duan Kongqing with chopsticks in his hand.

He wants to go.

An old man beside Xiang Ling saw that he was muffled and silent, and his face was long enough to make sense, so he approached him and asked softly, "Why, isn't the food delicious?"

His eyes were bent into a thin slit, and honestly, only ugly can describe it.

Xiang Ling leaned over to avoid the man, and said, "No, I have to leave first."

As if he didn't hear what he said, the old man grabbed Xiang Ling's right hand that was pulling away from the stool, and took him into his arms.

Xiang Ling couldn't dodge it, leaning on the man's chest with his right side, the man stroked his shoulder back and forth, full of flirtatious sex; Xiang Ling could not dodge, but passed his empty left hand around the man's back .

"Beauty, you look so good-looking."

Xiang Ling panted softly: "Sir..."

The man's heart fluttered, and just as he was about to touch Xiang Ling's waist, Xiang Ling was startled suddenly, and said, "What is this?" He looked at his feet, and the old man wanted to get up to check, but the hand holding the table was crushed. Xiang Ling pressed down firmly, and quickly slashed across the table.

Immediately, a big gash opened on the man's right palm, blood flowed out, and the wound extended from the palm to the back of the hand, which was terrifying and ferocious.

The friends sitting next to him were taken aback, and gathered around to care for the injured man. Xiang Ling was pushed away by the crowd and stood on the outermost floor. Blood, like a butcher who didn't wash his hands after finishing his work.

The hands of the man who committed crimes on him just now have been punished as they should be, and Xiang Ling is not a loser who wants to make things right.

The position of the knife is facing the tenderest flesh in the man's palm, Xiang Ling can calculate accurately.

He can guarantee that the meat pressed against the blade will not turn red until it turns red.

Looking coldly at the careless concern of those cronies, Xiang Ling slowly backed away and left the box.

Leaving the hotel, Xiang Ling shuddered violently from the cold wind blowing against his face. He let out a long breath, and tremblingly looked at his blood-stained hands with contempt.

Compared with warming up in an active atmosphere in the box, he prefers the biting cold wind.

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Passing by a convenience store, Xiang Ling thought of going in to buy a warm water bag on a whim. The heating supply in the house was constant all the time, but Xiang Ling suddenly remembered the palm-sized warm water bag he held in his hand when it was cold in winter.

Life is much better than before, but the taste of reminiscence is different. When I had no money, I was happier than now.

The proprietress of the convenience store is very nice. She saw that Xiang Ling's lips were purple from the cold, and she filled the hot water bag she just bought with hot water, and told him, "It's cold outside, wear more clothes."

Xiang Ling thanked the proprietress with a light smile, wrapped his coat tightly, and walked out of the store holding a warm water bag lovingly.

He didn't drive when he went out today, and he could only walk on his lap when he went back at night.

As soon as he came out of the convenience store, Ji Ruohe's car stopped beside him.

"boarding."

Xiang Ling glanced sideways. There was no one on the co-pilot of the car, and he could vaguely see no one through the dark glass of the rear window.

Xiang Ling didn't hesitate, but struggled for a while when choosing the co-pilot or the back seat, and within half a second he opened the door of the back seat and sat in.

The heater in the car was fully turned on, and Xiang Ling was holding a hot water bag in his hand. After a while, his palms were sweating, but he didn't put down the hot water bag and held it tightly.

There is a strange smell in the compartment, not too fragrant, mixed with a faint smell of tobacco.

Ji Ruohe opened his mouth for a while, and asked, "Are you angry?"

Xiang Ling was baffled by this question. He didn't do anything, and no one else did anything to offend him. Why are you angry?

"No."

Through the rearview mirror, Ji Ruohe fixed his eyes on Xiang Ling's left hand. There was blood from that man on this hand more than ten minutes ago, but Xiang Ling had already wiped it off.

"It's inevitable that old friends' gatherings will be out of control. You don't have to worry about it. If you want to leave, just tell me."

Xiang Ling felt better when he thought of the man's restless hand, bloody, accompanied by the pain of separation. "The miasma."

Ji Ruohe smiled slightly: "He said he wasn't angry."

The atmosphere in the car relaxed, Xiang Ling was helpless, he was really not angry.

When they arrived at Ji Ruohe's villa, Xiang Ling stood in front of the gate to say goodbye after he got out of the car, but Ji Ruohe let him in.

I thought that the guests simply sat and chatted when they came, but it didn't seem to be the case. Ji Ruohe entered the door, and the butler changed his clothes for him, served dinner, and put this set of procedures on Xiang Ling over again.

After changing to the dusty clothes outside, the clothes at home are not sticky to the body, loose and quite comfortable.

Ji Ruohe finished his dinner and went upstairs to wash up. The waiting process was very long. Xiang Ling was uncomfortable staying in his house, and the housekeeper stood by his side all the time, as if watching the prisoner, although it was known as being on call.

The crystal lamp above his head became more and more uncomfortable, Xiang Ling finally said to the housekeeper, "Can I go?"

Before the housekeeper answered, Ji Ruohe's usual low and hoarse voice came from the stairs: "Stay here tonight."

Xiang Ling stood up abruptly, and quickly refused: "Mr. Ji."

"Don't go back tonight, just stay here."

The tone is calm and undeniable.

Xiang Ling spoke again: "There are still things in the house, I have to go back and have a look."

Ji Ruohe's bathrobe was wrapped around her body, half loose but not loose, revealing her lean collarbone and tight skin. Xiang Ling's mouth was parched, and he hurriedly avoided his eyes.

"Oh? You have a pet? I remember you hate furry things the most."

"No, it's not."

"Well, don't say it." Ji Ruohe knew that he couldn't tell the truth, so when he said no, he told him to stop it. It was dark and cold outside, and it was a waste of time to go back to wash and sleep in corporate work. Behavior, it is better to devote this time to work than to use it.

Ji Ruohe's assumptions are all for tomorrow.

The housekeeper tidied up a guest room for Xiang Ling. The size was moderate, and the things placed there were not luxurious.

Xiang Ling's kindness was unstoppable, he was waited on and took a hot bath, and got into the guest room without even saying hello.

Before taking a bath, he asked the housekeeper to refill his hot water bag with hot water and put it under the quilt to cover it. He jumped on the bed and stretched under the quilt.

After a day of tense nerves, he relaxed. Xiang Ling took out his mobile phone, didn't play much, but the battery was still sufficient. When he clicked on the notification page, there were several star messages.

——A Jiang, why are you not in the office today? Are you feeling unwell?

——Hey, why isn't the boss at the company today?By the way, the boss is often not in the company.

——A Jiang, I'm a little hungry, give me some takeaway.

The last message was sent 10 minutes ago, so Xiang Ling simply made a phone call.

After the bell rang once, Zhang Xingxing picked up the phone and called A Jiang like a thunderclap!

Xiang Ling didn't dodge in time, and his ears almost fell off.

"You are called a soul."

Zhang Xingxing was a little over excited: "You finally called me back, I thought you were trafficked to Southeast Asia as a coal worker."

"You don't look forward to me every day, do you?"

Zhang Xingxing immediately changed his tone and was extremely gentle: "How can it be, I just haven't seen you for a day, and I miss you."

Xiang Ling couldn't listen to the nasty words, so he interrupted him and said, "Okay, okay, have you eaten tonight?"

"not yet."

"I'll give you some."

Zhang Xingxing shook his head: "No need, I'm going to do it myself, the outside is not clean."

Xiang Ling really wanted to blow his head off with a violent chestnut, cook and eat by himself and scream.

"A Jiang, you are so kind~~"

"Come on, don't disgust me."

"By the way, today Song Jun, Xie Qingchen, Xia Shu, and Zhuang Jin were arranged by the company to take a personal photo shoot. Damn, they are all so handsome. Besides, the day after tomorrow is the press conference of "Exploration of the Wasteland". You must be there."

The company can take photos of several artists of Xiang Ling. Is it possible to see each other in hundreds of years? The conflict between him and Ling Mei has not yet been resolved, and the sex thread is still burning. Ling Mei actually let him do this for him. Yi but kept silent.

"okay, I get it."

Zhang Xingxing chatted with Xiang Ling again. The phone call lasted for an hour. During this period, Xiang Ling seemed to hang up the phone many times, but he held it back. Finally, Zhang Xingxing knew what was going on, and when he saw that it was getting late, he hung up the phone first.

A ray of moonlight shone into Xiaoshe, which happened to shine on Xiang Ling's side face, casting the shadow of art.

He is a bit tired today, although he hasn't done anything, his bones are inexplicably weak.

Late at night, the door was opened, and Ji Ruohe walked in, blowing with warm wind, he bent over Xiang Ling, and then put his thighs up.

Xiang Ling slept until midnight and felt that the bed was shaking. He was in a light sleep and was not easy to fall asleep. He was about to turn over with dim eyes, but was firmly pressed down by Ji Ruohe.

He woke up suddenly, using both feet, his head was restrained by Ji Ruohe's palm, unable to turn his head to look.In panic and fear, he called out "Mr. Ji."

Ji Ruohe didn't let go of him, but moved closer, his lips were about to touch his face, and gently brushed Xiang Ling's skin.

"Stay, stay in Lingmei." He said.

Xiang Ling thought he was dreaming, and called out again: "Mr. Ji?"

Ji Ruohe turned a deaf ear to it, as if he was sleepwalking, lifted his quilt, slipped in sideways, put his arms around Xiang Ling's waist, leaned his head on his chest, and fell asleep.

Xiang Ling didn't know what had happened, and stayed up all night nervously.