I'm Afraid I'm Now a Salted Fish

Qian Qi woke up in a strange bed.

Not my own home, not a hotel.

Qian Qi turned over, first saw the small umbrellas that had been torn down on the ground, and then realized that he had lost all sensation from the waist down, and suddenly his brain was messed up.

...fuck, it's broken.

The electronic watch by the bed was ticking, and when Qian Qi, who was sore all over his body, looked up, he pulled his muscles and grinned like a dying pheasant.

...Fortunately, I only slept for one night.

He reluctantly stretched out his hand to pick up the phone, pressed it twice, and it was out of power.

After sorting out his disordered thoughts, and sorting out all kinds of information in his mind, Qian Qi confirmed that there was no announcement today, and then went back to bed softly, thinking about his current situation.

The bad news is that someone picked up his body and had a good time.

The good news is that, judging by the decoration and furnishing, the person with his onenight should be a young man with a good family background and high quality - his body is dry, has no smell of alcohol, no sticky feeling, obviously it has been cleaned properly.

He rolled over again.

The soft bed made a creaking sound, and a little brown teddy seemed to be sensitive to the sound, and ran in with joy, grabbed Qian Qi's hand hanging on the side of the bed and licked it, and found that it was neither a familiar formula nor a familiar one. He tilted his head and thought for a while with watery eyes, and then relaxed his dog's heart. He licked it once, and he was familiar with it once.

Very disrespectful.

Qian Qi tapped its head with his finger, flicking it away lightly, who would have thought that it would come up again with a shy face.

"you're awake?"

Qian Qi was worrying about how to deal with the dog, when he heard this voice, he looked up.

"……It's you?"

... Confirmed the eyes, it is the person who wandered together.

Like Qian Qi, Liu Che is well-known in this circle.

Both of them are sons-in-law with famous names, and if the lace news is true or false, they can each occupy a page as thick as a monthly magazine.

However, because Qianqi is traffic, all the news that can be covered has been covered. Although there are occasional rumors, it is only the tip of the iceberg.

The two met face to face in the same arena more than once, but they didn't expect that the first contact would be a wave of intimate and crazy output.

Liu Che was leaning against the bedroom door, burning a freshly lit slender cigarette between his fingers: "Do you mind smoking?"

"mind."

Qian Qi didn't dislike cigarettes, he rather liked the brand of cigarettes that Liu Che smoked, but he was in a bad mood and wanted to argue.

Unexpectedly, Liu Che really choked out the cigarette.

Qian Qi spread his hands: "Give me one."

Liu Che raised his eyebrows, and took out the cigarette case from the pocket of his pajamas. Noticing Qian Qi's difficulty getting up, he stepped forward, put the filter tip of a new cigarette into Qian Qi's mouth, and lit the cigarette for him.

Qian Qi took two puffs with shaking hands, almost shaking the ashes on Liu Che's bed.

After Liu Che found out, he walked to the edge of the bed and sat down. He let the teddy hug his calf and climb up, and took out the cigarette from Qian Qi's mouth.

Qian Qi frowned slightly: "Hello."

Liu Che couldn't help him to say more, and half-ordered: "Just let me slap."

Qian Qi had no strength in his hands, so he simply listened to his words, took a few sips following his posture, found that he was saving effort and worry, so he followed him to slowly swallow a few sips, and the mist was lingering, and he spit on his face casually .

Both parties are old drivers, and they are used to fighting each other, but neither of them teased the other, but smiled knowingly.

Liu Che crossed his legs: "How do you feel?"

Qian Qi still remembered the sporadic episodes that happened last night.

Comparing Qian Qi's previous experience, Liu Che's technology and hardware are among the best.

He objectively commented: "It's okay. 97."

Liu Che was curious: "Where is the three-point deduction?"

Qian Qi's comment: "The underwear I changed was new and didn't fit well enough."

Liu Che naturally took the cigarette out of his mouth and put it in his mouth: "I will pay attention next time."

Qian Qi wiped his lips: "You don't think there will be a next time, do you?"

Liu Che asked back, "Why not?"

The two looked at each other and smiled, but they both read a little challenge from the other's eyes.

They are the ones who have a good time in the entertainment field. The so-called crooked pot with a crooked lid is the same reason. They understand all the rules of both the bright and the dark, and teasing is already a habitual action.

But each of their targets is carefully selected, trying to avoid playing tricks with veterans.

After all, veterans are the ones who take the initiative to choose their prey. After being in the circle for a long time, they all have some inexplicable self-esteem, and no one wants to be picked by others.

Avoiding veterans means avoiding their respective strengths and living in peace, which is a tacit understanding.

Unexpectedly, this accident brought Qian Qi and Liu Che together.

One is a rich young man whose family is stable and rich, and the other is an old fritter who has long been cultivated in the entertainment industry. No one owes anyone, no one begs anyone, and the posture is quite equal.

In the first verbal confrontation, neither of the two got cheap.

This is a first for both of them.

In addition to the novelty, there was also a feeling that had never occurred before.

Liu Che ordered porridge for Qian Qi, watched him eat it, and sent him home with energy.

When we drove to the neighborhood where Qian Qi lived, Qian Qi fumbled to unbuckle his seat belt: "Don't drive in. I don't know how many long, short, and cannons are lurking in the corners. I was only photographed two days ago. Once, if something happens again, my manager will have to tear me apart."

However, his tone was quite laid-back, and he obviously didn't take being torn apart seriously.

Liu Che knew exactly what Qian Qiti was going to do.

Just slept with him, got out of bed, and casually mentioned the scandal with others, just to make him jealous and question him.

Liu Che was calm and did not answer the call. He turned the steering wheel casually and turned into the community.

Seeing that he didn't listen to him, Qian Qi knew that his little trick had failed, so he crossed his arms and fell down on the passenger seat.

Liu Che looked at him from the rearview mirror: "What are you thinking?"

Qian Qi rubbed his temples: "I wonder how to explain it to my agent in case of being photographed....Are you the car-hailing driver I called?"

Liu Che said, "Yes. The online car-hailing driver drives a BMW."

As he spoke, he drove into the underground garage of the community with ease, and asked him, "Which one?"

Qian Qi reported the specific number of buildings with a little surprise: "Are you familiar with this place?"

"Come here to send two or three little stars."

Qian Qi realized it, supported him with one hand, and said with a smile: "They didn't pick you up to stir up scandals?"

"There was one for a pure and beautiful young man. There was another one who was in the middle of a CP with an actress from the same show and was very hot." Liu Che said casually, "When I meet paparazzi, I always walk around, I'm very scared."

While speaking, the car had already driven to the underground elevator of Qian Qi's apartment.

Liu Che stopped steadily, the car happened to be blocked in front of the elevator, and the door of the passenger seat was facing the elevator door.

As long as Qian Qi doesn't look back, those paparazzi who are ambushing in the dark will never be able to see clearly the person getting off the car and taking the elevator, and can only take a blurry half-back view at most.

Liu Che crossed half of his body to unbuckle Qian Qi's seat belt.

Qian Qi asked him to help, and looked down at him with a half-smile, "You don't have to think about me like that, do you?"

Liu Che also looked up at him: "Aren't you afraid of paparazzi?"

"They all rely on me for food." Qian Qi pointed at his nose and said arrogantly, "I am the father."

Liu Che laughed.

After untying it, Liu Che pulled the seat belt that had bounced back in time, locked him with his arms lightly, and kissed him lightly on the corner of his mouth: "See you next time."

Qian Qi smacked his lips and kissed back.

The same angle, the same casual intensity: "See you next time."

He got out of the car and pressed the up button of the elevator.

The elevator moved down level by level, and the two tightly closed silver outer walls vaguely reflected Qian Qi's face and the BMW behind him.

...Liu Che waited for him to leave before driving away.

Qian Qi shrugged.

This time he got drunk to draw a line with the person from the past.

For that person, Qian Qi thought about changing, and even unconsciously acted extremely childish in front of him.

Looking back, Qian Qi felt that he was ridiculous at that time.

He definitely likes Chi Song, but probably not deep enough.

After all, he never thought that for the sake of the vague affection he had when he was a child, he would guard his body like a jade for him.

Thinking about it this way, this kind of decadent life was more suitable for him.

The elevator has arrived.

Qian Qi stretched his sore arms and legs, and stepped into it with his long legs, only then did the sound of the engine start up behind him.

He was quite interested in Liu Che.

In the circle, Liu Che has a good reputation, and there are rumors that he has been unrequitedly in love with Chi Song for a long time.

There are basically no secrets in the circle, and correspondingly, Liu Che should also know who he is worrying about.

In this way, regardless of fortune or misfortune, they are quite destined, and maybe they will see each other again.

Qian Qi thought so, but he didn't expect the "next time meeting" to come so soon.

The author has something to say: a strategy showdown between two pure old drivers.

It's probably a short story about teasing each other into reality qwq