The Fourth Quadrant of Online Games

When he suffered that sap, Pu Yiyang really didn't know that he was regarded as a bastard and stinky hooligan who dared to give up on the boss.

The first thing he thought of was the black hand in the subway and the stalker in the forest. After reflecting on it, he felt that he was not vigilant enough, and finally fell into the way of those people. Deliberately plucking his hair and tying him to the bed was for some ulterior purpose.

What he lacks most is self-knowledge. He is very clear that as a passer-by, he has neither money nor color, and those who are worthy of treasure will only die.The fact that people didn't kill him right now meant that his last worries were unnecessary.

In this way, he lay on the bed resignedly, listening to the movement from the next door calmly, and turned his head calmly to see what kind of drama the man wanted to play.

As a result, he saw the figure in the bathroom, and the mental preparation he had just built collapsed into a cloud of smoke at that moment.

The last time I saw Xianghong was in Seattle. The two had just walked out of the forest, and they still had a warm revolutionary friendship in their hearts.Taking a step back, after the man came back, he still felt that he couldn't hold back his face, and wanted to teach him a lesson. This kind of kidnapping is not impossible, but it's just that people who threaten people on the road these days still take off their clothes first. ?

Anyone alone, even if he is as casual as Pu Yiyang, there are times when he doesn't want to be so casual, or in other words, he doesn't want to be so casual with someone.

Seeing that the people in the bathroom were about to come out, and the magnanimity that was full of excitement just now was turned into a paste, Pu Yiyang saw that there was no fabric that could barely make up the number on the whole bed, and his hairs stood on end with anxiety. He thumped desperately like an unwilling fish, but it had no effect except to make himself sweat profusely, and by the way, make the bed sheets more wrinkled, so that the scene looked even more indescribable.

The other person didn't seem to be aware of his dying struggle outside. After taking a shower, he just wrapped a towel in this way, with his head hanging down and bare feet, walking towards the bed in a leisurely manner.

With that waist, legs, and muscles, Boss Xiang is really a man who can be on the cover of Fashion Weekly, but it's a pity that Pu Yiyang hasn't really been deceived by beauty, so he won't be in the mood to appreciate this half-naked handsome man's wet body catwalk.

It's weird to say, I've seen the other party's disheveled appearance in the woods, but it doesn't seem to be so fragrant and awkward.

Pu Yiyang thought about it, and attributed this to the fact that he himself is also naked now.

The embarrassing one must be the one with a worse figure, or the one with a little girl in her heart.

The most terrible thing is that he has both at the moment.

Pu Yiyang took advantage of the most embarrassing few seconds of his life to think hard, but still didn't understand what Xiang Hong wanted to do.

According to a normal person's way of thinking, the intention of laying down, stripping and tying him to bed is already obvious, but Pu Yiyang can't and dare not believe that Xiang Hong would have that kind of thought about him.

As long as there is such a thought that dares to come up, he will smother the little flame immediately and mercilessly.

He said to himself, why is your brain short-circuited? Pu Yiyang, you don’t even look in the mirror to see how much you weigh. Xiaoxiang is always such a beauty that you have never seen before. If you want to find a bed warmer, it’s your turn Is this a passer-by nerd with no breasts and no legs?

When these romantic thoughts are cut off, he will have the power to think logically.Thinking about it, could it be that Xiao Xiang was always stripping his clothes in the woods, and he couldn't hold back until now, so he must be seen back?

It's really not necessarily something that this person can do.

Comparing the two, Pu Yiyang found that this circuitous and unexpected explanation was much easier to accept, and he became calmer at the moment, and even let go of his legs that were bent up under the stress reaction, and spread out his limbs like salted fish , closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

As long as Xiang Hong spoke first, he was ready to say, "Look, I'm not lying to you, I really have no breasts and no legs, whoever sees will lose."

Who knows that person didn't laugh at him immediately.

Pu Yiyang was slightly startled, quietly opened one eye, and looked at the person who was supposed to be approaching.

He wondered if Xiang Hong had seen him.When the man was walking, he kept his head down, holding his forehead, and his steps were not very steady, probably drunk.

Before he could make a sound, he just watched the man staggering over and fell onto the bed.

Xiang Hong threw himself headfirst into the pillow.This bed is big enough to accommodate Pu Yiyang who is lying on his back, and there is still plenty of room for another person.

Pu Yiyang heard a very soft sound from Xiang Hong's mouth, like a sigh or a moan.The man's slightly long hair was still wet, piled pitifully in the gap between his shoulders and the pillow, looking too soft.Water drops slowly dripped from the ends of the black hair, touching his slightly pale shoulders, perhaps because the muscle was too tense at the moment, or because the skin was too smooth, the water droplets did not stay After too long, it quickly rolled to the front and slid into the deep shoulder socket.

Pu Yiyang found himself imagining the whereabouts of that drop of water, and perhaps its smell.The man hadn't used his favorite cologne, and maybe not even shower gel in time.There was only a faint smell of alcohol on him, a hot, messy smell.It does not have the perfect brilliance that was carefully adjusted in the past, and the sharpness that has been tempered for many years has faded away. It is like a chick showing the down on its belly. If you can bury the tip of your nose in it, you will definitely feel warm. .

Realizing what he was thinking, Pu Yiyang's body stiffened suddenly.

So close, all of a sudden, they were so close.

He realized more clearly than ever that he shouldn't be here at this time.He wasn't supposed to see that person looking like this, and that person didn't want to be seen like this by him or anyone else.

It was a mistake, for everyone.

Pu Yiyang really wanted to run, and seeing this scene made him more at a loss than seeing Xiang Hong without clothes, but his hands were still tied tightly, and he couldn't run away at all.

But the person beside him didn't plan to suffocate himself to death, he turned over after lying on the bed for a while, his hands scratched and pulled on the bed for a while, just in time to hug Pu Yiyang's waist.

The pillow in his arms is still alive with the warmth, no matter how strong the alcohol is, it should wake up.

Pu Yiyang, who didn't dare to show his breath, finally met Xiang Hong who was holding him.

Those bloodshot eyes were still filled with thick mist, but after meeting his face, they slowly opened wide, countless emotions flashed in an instant, blown by the strong wind, and inhaled the rapidly settled In the dark pupil.

"Why are you here?" Xiang Hong's first reaction was to try to push Pu Yiyang away.

Pu Yiyang's hands were still tied at the head of the bed, he couldn't move, so he had no choice but to jump down by himself, forgetting the towel on his waist by the way.

Now the two of them didn't even have a piece of cloth on their bodies.

Pu Yiyang controlled his gaze, put on a stupid expression of "I met you here by chance", and greeted Xiang Hong: "Hi."

Xiang Hong finally came to his senses, and swished to the closet, pulled out a nightgown, and wrapped it around his body.

Pu Yiyang: "..."

He was the one who was kidnapped and thrown here, so why did he look like he was playing hooligans?

He tried his best to be calm, and said to Xiang Hong as if asking for a tissue: "Mr. Xiang, after you have seen enough, can you lend me a piece of clothing? Mine is a bit cold."

Only then did Xiang Hong realize what he was staring at, with a deep uneasiness on his face, he quickly shook his head, and opened the cabinet door again.

This time he found a pile of clothes belonging to Pu Yiyang.

A few minutes later, Pu Yiyang, whose hands were free again, put on his T-shirt and trousers, turned his head and looked at the boss with his back facing him and stared out the window in thought.Between Xiang Hong's long and slender fingers, he was playing with a dark object, which was about half the size of the fingernail of his little finger, with a faint metallic luster.

Xiao Xiang's face was as dark as the sky outside, but Pu Yiyang felt miraculously that the anger was not directed at him.

He opened his mouth, and was about to say something to break the silence, when Xiang Hong said, "I'm sorry."

Pu Yiyang was quite surprised.

He has known Xiang Hong for so long, but he has never heard him apologize.He thought that Xiao Xiang, who was armed to the hair with his pride, would never open his mouth to anyone.

Especially today, for some reason, he always felt that the person who was more guilty was himself.

Same as when he untied his hands, Xiang Hong's face was still tilted at a certain angle, and he didn't look directly at him, but his eyes turned a little bit, as if he was sure that he would not see anything he shouldn't see again, so he turned completely Come over.

"Today's matter was a misunderstanding. I didn't manage my subordinates well," Mr. Xiang frowned slightly, "It's not my intention to treat you like this, cough."

There seemed to be some noises coming from the next door, as if someone was panicking and wanted to run over, Xiang Hong naturally heard it, and there was a trace of helplessness between his brows.

Pu Yiyang had no choice but to scratch his eyebrows, cleared his throat, and said, "Well, Mr. Xiang, I didn't suffer much, it's okay...it's okay."

He insisted on swallowing the phrase "no breasts and no butt" that had rolled in his mind countless times. After experiencing the ups and downs in his mood just a few minutes ago, he could pretend to be calm, but he still couldn't do it jokingly.

Especially the person opposite, as if he had suddenly forgotten all that particularity in the past, he is now wearing a nightgown casually, the belt around his waist is loose, revealing a large chest, and his slender and straight legs are crossed under the robe , the lower edge of the not-so-long nightgown was barely stuck on the thigh.

The consequence is that, for him, the feeling of not knowing where to place his gaze has not dissipated.

The focus of his eyes circled around the person in front of him several times, and finally landed on a slightly safer place.

In Xiang Hong's hand.

The little black gadgets he was playing with before had disappeared, and what he was holding in his hand at the moment turned out to be Pu Yiyang's glasses.

Xiang Hong pinched his glasses frame with one hand, raised the other slender hand, slowly stroked his index finger from one end of the temple to the other, and touched along the frame carefully. Except for the lens, Not an inch was missed.

Pu Yiyang stared at the man's fingertips, and swallowed uncontrollably.

Damn it, really damn it, he didn't even dare to imagine the expression on his face. Tonight, his mind really went to New Guinea without shame.

After patiently torturing Pu Yiyang's nerves, Xiang Hong suddenly said, "Your eyesight is not bad."

Pu Yiyang said stupidly, "What?"

Xiang Hong clicked his tongue unhappily: "What are you in a daze for again?"

Hearing the familiar irritable tone of the other party, Pu Yiyang was like a shower of rain, and finally found some usual rhythm: "Well, it's okay, myopia is less than [-] degrees."

He wears glasses, mainly because wearing glasses makes him more comfortable in front of people, like the face passing by in DELTA.

"Your new glasses have good taste, it doesn't look like you chose them yourself." Xiang Hong's eyes returned to the glasses, "When did you change them?"

The frame of this pair of glasses is thinner than the previous pair, and the color is also shifted from the rigid black to cool gray.

It was Pu Yiyang who was a little confused: "Didn't you give this to me, Mr. Xiang? I came out of the forest, your...that little brother called Dajing, when he brought us our clothes, he said that I took off my glasses the next night. I threw it on Xiang Zong’s car, it turned out that the one was damaged during the car wash, so I gave it to me as a replacement.”

When he took the glasses, he still murmured in his heart whether this would be the same as the windbreaker, and there was another price that he didn't dare to check.

Hearing his words, Xiang Hong's face darkened.

Pu Yiyang didn't understand how his glasses had offended Mr. Xiang, and when he was about to ask a question, Xiang Hong stood up.

The man approached without any warning, looked down at him slightly, stretched out his hand, and gently put the pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"I've made up my mind," Xiao Xiang always acted gently, but his tone was still commanding, "I'm going to move to your house."