The Fourth Quadrant of Online Games

Pu Yiyang's cheeks were pinched into two hollows by his fingers, and he was wrinkled in a funny way. His glasses had slipped to the tip of his nose, but he didn't react much.

If he tried harder, he would turn green. Xiang Hong had no choice but to let go, only to see someone fall on him again.

"Look," the guy pressed his head firmly on his shoulder, and kept pointing up with his hand, "There is a problem with the modeling, my God, there is a hole in the sky."

Xiang Hong: "..."

The man was either crazy, drunk, or both.

Mr. Xiang glanced at the broken cup on the ground, frowning so much that he could kill a fly.

In fact, he had known for a long time that FREE sponsored the party of this meeting, especially after the meeting in the company in the morning, Wu Zheng sent his secretary to hand him an invitation in the afternoon.When he received the invitation, he was very angry again, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that Wu Zheng was provoking.Originally, I planned to check it out early in the morning, but now I hesitated. It was not until half an hour after the party started that I arrived at the place slowly.

From a long distance, Xiang Hong saw Wu Zheng in the crowd, and was very surprised to find that the person who chatted enthusiastically with Wu Zheng was none other than an acquaintance he had seen every day recently.

Well, he thought to himself, this stinking brat, who was told in the game that he would be out for three days, actually came to Seattle to chat with his enemy and connect with him.

Feeling angry for no reason, he wished he could rush over and slip away with his ears.

Just seeing Wu Zheng, thinking of the embarrassment in the morning, he forcibly endured it.

In this way, Xiao Xiang always hid in the crowd of people and grinded his teeth for a long time, almost stepped on the stones on the garden path, and finally waited until Wu Zheng, who was an eyesore, moved his place, and hurriedly straightened his clothes, pretending that he had just arrived. He looked like he was going to scare Pu Yiyang.

Who knew that this kid drank himself so much wine in just a few minutes, and before he could sneer, he poured it himself.

The suffocation that had been brewing for a long time had nowhere to go, so he just suffocated it, and Xiang Hong's face became more and more ugly.

Looking at the guy on his shoulder, he fell silent after saying something crazy, and he was really about to fall asleep.

Xiang Hong stood stiffly on the spot, his anger slowly turning into inexplicable.Did this kid drink too much and lose his mind?A few days ago, I saw him like a mouse meeting a cat. After eating a few cups of yellow soup, I actually regarded him as a human-shaped pillow and threw myself on him for a sound sleep?

Aren't you afraid that he will take advantage of the fire to rob, kill and rob?

He really wanted to pry open this person's head and see what the other person was thinking.

At this time, Wu Xuechun and Da Jing just rushed over, seeing Xiang Hong and Pu Yiyang on Xiang Hong's shoulders, both of them were stunned.

"Boss, this..." Dajing was greatly surprised, "You finally killed this kid?"

Wu Xuechun squeezed this silly brother's arm severely.

"Mr. Pu must be drunk." He still had good eyesight.

"Come here quickly," Xiang Hong said angrily, "Get this kid away."

Wu Xuechun asked: "Where are you going?"

Xiang Hong: "..."

How could he know where to get it?

Looking at the delirious look on that kid's face, it was clear that even if he was beaten here, he would be as speechless as a sandbag.

"Drive," Xiang Hong ordered Da Jing with a dark face, "Go back to my place."

When Dajing was thrown into the car, that guy was still limp and motionless, Xiang Hong thought about it, and sat in the back seat together.

This car is a Mercedes-Benz that he just bought a few days ago. The back seat is so spacious that it can fit two people more than enough. But as soon as he sat down, the guy who was sleeping like mud turned his head and leaned against him again. .

Raising Xiang Hong's hand, he roughly pushed his head aside.

A few seconds later, the guy slowly slid into his territory like a tumbler.

Xiang Hong continued to push away.

Until Pu Yiyang leaned against him for the third time, he felt that his patience had reached its limit.

"Pu Yiyang, are you finished?" Xiang Hong roared angrily.

What if he has 502 on his body, so he must stick to it if he wants to die?

He covered the guy's face with a slap, preventing him from falling to this side again.

Under the straw-like mess of hair, the man had a surprisingly small face, and his hand pressed it, but it was tightly pressed.

The warm and greasy breath brushed against his palm, as if it seeped into his fingers at once, and Xiang Hong, who always loves to be clean, didn't have time to feel sick, but was stunned in place.

It's just that after covering for a long time, the drunk one seemed to feel uncomfortable, his head dangling from side to side, and hiccupped several times.

A strong smell of alcohol permeated the air, and Xiang Hong felt that something was wrong, so he quickly let go.

The guy opened his blurred eyes, opened his mouth as if in play, and spit out a bubble.

Xiang Hong's eyes widened in disbelief, and he threatened fiercely: "If you dare to spit in my car, I will immediately throw you out..."

Pu Yiyang was very cooperative, and before he had finished listening to Xiang Hong, he put his words into practice.

Xiang Hong silently glanced at his disfigured carpet and leather shoes, then raised his head quickly, the corners of his mouth twitching faintly.

Ten thousand ways to tear this man into pieces quickly ran through his mind.

Da Jing, who was driving, turned his head and asked considerately, "Boss, do you want to throw it away?"

Xiang Hong growled: "Shut up and drive your car!"

The two younger brothers who yelled like chills, with the indescribable smell of a car and the chill emanating from Xiang Hong's body, finally sent the boss and the boss' enemies to the hotel where the boss lived.

Dajing carried Pu Yiyang, who was paralyzed into mud again, to the elevator entrance. Wu Xuechun looked at Xiang Hong's face, and tentatively said, "Boss, I'll go to Mr. Pu..."

... book a room.

On the one hand, Xiang Hong had already reached out his hand to Da Jing, picked up the man, and entered the elevator.

Before the elevator closed, his boss still remembered turning around and ordering: "Wash the car for me, and change everything inside."

It doesn't feel like you're so stimulated that you forget things.

Seeing the elevator door close in front of him, Da Jing turned his head, and there was a trace of straightforward confusion on his straightforward face: "Ah Chun, tell me quickly, does the boss want to carry that kid up to the top floor and then throw him out?" .”

Even this iron bump smelled something wrong, and Wu Xuechun who knew Xiang Hong best.

Xiang Hong often comes to Seattle, and chooses to stay in the same hotel every time.He came here many times, and Xiao Xiang was always picky, so he asked someone to book out the suite on the top floor and make it a semi-permanent residence.

When Xiang Hong couldn't live, no one ever went in except for the hotel staff who were in charge of cleaning every day.

When Xiang Hong lived here, he didn't like to be disturbed by others. Not only did he never take others home for the night, but even his personal servants like him and Da Jing were rarely allowed to enter.

But now, Mr. Xiang, who was so obsessed with cleanliness that he couldn't tolerate sand in his eyes, actually went back to the top floor with his arms around a man who smelled of alcohol and just vomited a carload of him.

He also stopped them all outside the elevator door.

Wu Xuechun pondered for a few seconds, then patted his good brother on the shoulder: "Let's go wash the car."

As a younger brother, you should not see injustice, listen not to injustice, and speak no injustice.

Xiang Hong actually didn't think that much at all.

All the rules and strict standards in his mind were washed away by Pu Yiyang's vomit, and there is no time to rebuild the ruins.All he wanted to do was to give this kid a good beating, at least that's what he thought when he kicked the door into the house.

But at this moment, looking at the pile of creatures on the bathroom floor that smelled worse than garbage, he felt deeply worried.

He really should have left it on the road.

The more Xiao Xiang looked at it, the more he hated it, and as soon as he reached for the shower, he rushed at the people on the ground.

Shocked by cold water, the man seemed to be a little awake, moved a few times, but didn't really wake up, just frowned, retracted his limbs, and slowly curled up.

The sweater, which was originally loose and loose, was completely attached to the body after it was soaked, making the young man look a little smaller.The glasses had been left in the car a long time ago, and the wet black hair was disheveled, making the sharp face look a little pale.It was obviously very uncomfortable, but he didn't mean to dodge, he just clenched his teeth tightly, as if silently enduring.

"What are you doing with that expression?" Xiang Hong was a little stunned, and said angrily, "It's like I'm bullying you."

Xiao Xiang never blinked his eyes openly when he wanted to fix people, but this time he felt a little guilty for no reason.

With resentment as if resigned to his fate, he reached out his hand to grab the back of the man's neck seemingly rudely, helped him up from the cold floor tiles, and adjusted the water temperature up by the way.

After flushing people and clothes, Xiang Hong gave up after making sure that the smell that drove him crazy was gone.

His own expensive custom-made suit was also ruined badly, but Mr. Xiao Xiang, who has always been preoccupied, can't care about it now.

What about next?what to do?

You can't just throw it in the bathroom.

Xiang Hong struggled in pain for a while, but still brought a towel over, wrapped him up indiscriminately, gritted his teeth, and carried him into the living room.

Pu Yiyang was already half a head shorter than him, and he was thinner than he looked, so he would lie quietly in his arms, with his furry head exposed, like a big burrito .

A thought came to Xiang Hong's mind. Even judging by his eyes that grew to the top of his head, as long as the bastard was not noisy or obscene, he would not be so unsightly after washing.

This thought only lasted for a short second.

Because when he just walked over to the sofa and was about to put him down, the guy suddenly moved.

At any rate, he was a man who was 1.8 meters tall. As soon as he stretched out his hand and raised his leg, Xiang Hong immediately lost his standing and fell straight back onto the floor.

"Pu! Yi! Yang!" Xiang Hong began to grind his teeth again, "Can you stop the meeting?"

The man pressed heavily on his stomach, and there was no movement for a while.

Just when Xiang Hong began to wonder if the thing had been broken somewhere, a wet hand stretched out and touched his face.

He walked in a hurry when he entered the door, and he hadn't turned on the light in the living room, so the few gleams of light from the bathroom were used as lighting.Under the extremely dim light, he suddenly met a pair of bright eyes.

Pu Yiyang didn't know when he opened his eyes, and he was looking at Xiang Hong for a moment.Those eyes have been hiding behind the lens all year round, and they are always half-closed. How could they ever stare at people like this.

Xiang Hong felt his heart tremble when he saw it. The dark environment made his uneasiness rise exponentially. He forced himself to get angry and said, "What the hell are you going to do?"

Pu Yiyang grinned, and rubbed the hand that was touching his face a few times, and twisted a strand of hair scattered around his cheek, and wrapped it around his fingertips a few times.

Xiang Hong was shocked.

Was he... being molested?

At this age, no one has ever been so bold as to dare to do such a thing to him.

Does this man really know who he is?

"It's so beautiful," the guy repeated it sincerely, not to mention groping with his hands, "You're so beautiful."

Xiao Xiang couldn't bear it anymore, and squeezed the troublesome paw: "I warn you, if you move around again, I will..."

"That's it? Did you shoot me?" Pu Yiyang smiled, and forced Xiang Hong's hand, letting his fingers rest on his forehead, "Come on, I'll wait."

There was a sudden chill in Xiang Hong's eyes: "You really think I dare not?"

Pu Yiyang tilted his head, and said solemnly: "You are so good-looking, I allow you to shoot."

For Xiao Xiang, he can always insist on dying under the peony flowers, and being a ghost is also a romantic tune. If Wu Xuechun and the others see it, they will definitely be surprised.

Xiang Hong was so angry that he almost laughed: "I look good? I think your brain is really broken."

"You're out of your mind." Pu Yiyang frowned, "You're a fucking scum, Xiang Hong, but you're really fucking good-looking, even better than the people of Tyre."

Xiang Hong's eyes were really cold.

"Scum?" The corner of his mouth curled into a smirk, "Then I'll show you the real scum."

He suddenly stretched out his hand and clasped the neck of the man on his body.

Slender and smooth to the touch, with a hot temperature, the alcohol evaporates with a faint aroma due to the action of hot water.

The guy still smiled fearlessly, blinked extremely slowly, and said again: "Come here."

This time it's really outright provocative.

The man looked very drunk, but seemed more sober than when he was awake.

But the only thing that is certain is that he is really crazy.

Xiang Hong reached the critical point of explosion from the inside out.

He tightened his fingers a little bit, and he could feel that the pulsation close to his palm was also speeding up a little bit, as if the artery was clearer than himself, and his life was really hanging by a thread at this moment.

Then he loosened his five fingers like an electric shock.

"You are really a bastard, Pu Yiyang," Xiang Hong's hands trembled, "You want to force me, but I won't let you succeed."

He will never return to that world in his life.No one can drag him back, no one can.

The other person had no sense of being in danger, suddenly tilted his head, and fell over again.

The heavy head just happened to press down on his chest unceremoniously.

In the end, Mr. Xiang returned to the pillow treatment again. At the end of the day, he was so depressed that he almost sprayed old blood on the top of the other party's head.