Everyone Loves White Lotus

That person was stuck against the door of the entrance, with his head lowered and his back originally straight, but he was embraced by an arm, and Ye Jingwei took two steps back.

The waist was pressed down.

The light is not sufficient, the faint dusk comes in from the far floor-to-ceiling windows, and there is no porch in the place where it flows.

Because I've already been in the elevator once.

This time he didn't even have time to catch his breath, he just dived in, Ye Jingwei wanted to curl up in a muffled voice, Chi Lin pulled one of his arms and folded it on his back.

"He xx you are comfortable, or I xx you comfortable?"

……

The black one is in front of the eyes, blindfolded, the man fell on the bed with his legs on the ground, trying to get up, but was pushed down again.

He fell heavily head-on on the soft bedding.

Ye Jingwei lay on the bed, never getting up, not humming.

Extremely rude.

At ten o'clock in the morning, a call came in, "Hi,"

Chi Lin looked at the person who had fallen asleep, held the person's thin white wrist around, pressed the answer button, and heard a slightly familiar voice.

It's Wen Yan's call.

Wen Yan made several phone calls to find Ye Jingwei and asked him out to play.This time, Chi Lin picked up the phone.

Wen Yan only heard the word "Hello", but didn't recognize that it wasn't Ye Jingwei's voice. "Woke up so early," the tone was still very friendly, as if she knew him very well.

"What's your concern, Young Master Wen? Is he someone who has taken a fancy to me?" Chi Lin didn't beat around the bush with this kind of talk, and went straight in with a knife.This is very embarrassing for the other party.

But this kind of prying around corners doesn't need to give him face.

Wen Yan laughed slowly, "It's you, Young Master Chi," he paused, and answered Chi Lin's sharp question, "I just want to make more friends, since everyone has the intention to make friends."

Ye Jingwei seemed to be very active when he said it.

Of course Chi Lin would not believe Wen Yan's words.

While the phone was on the phone, he reached out and touched the jaw of the man who had been tossed for a long time and finally let it go and fell asleep. He put his finger into his mouth. He felt the moisture of his tongue unconsciously. Ye Jingwei appeared in Chi Lin's eyes. The posture under Jiang Chenchuan.

"Really, he said that he has no intention of making friends with you," he pressed his fingers against the man's throat, and the man seemed to wake up, the eyelashes under his eyes were still wet, Chi Lin took out his hand, "Wen Shao , you are so sentimental, it is easy to hurt the relationship between you and my friends."

The other party had already said it ruthlessly, and Wen Yan was just looking for boredom if he continued, "Well, it's just that he has something with me, and I always wanted to give it back to him."

These words were not intended to anger Chi Lin, the most arrogant words to sow discord, Chi Lin's words were like still water, at first he wanted to say no, but after thinking about it, he was afraid that it was something Ye Jingwei cherished very much.

But he also knew that this might provoke him, "Okay, I'll send you the address, express it. We don't have time to get it." But he wanted to find out what exactly Ye Jingwei left in Wen Yan's place.

"Okay," Wen Yan replied.

After hanging up the phone, if it was Wen Yan, he would immediately wake up the sleeping person beside him.But Chi Lin is not him, and Chi Lin is not an ordinary person.

After pinching the man's hand, the fingers curled up slightly, and there were slightly shallow bruises on the wrist.Chi Lin applied medicine to him and dried him gently.

He didn't believe a word of Wen Yan's nonsense.

Seeing that person's face finally became obedient because of his sleep, Chi Lin lost more than half of the energy he had originally accumulated, and he had already lost a lot in the past few days.

It's just that possessiveness makes him want to reaffirm and emphasize sovereignty,

Turning the face of the unconscious person, as if loving him very much, he sucked the kiss bit by bit apologetically.

……

A small mansion somewhere.There is a rich man's area there, as if you draw your finger in the air, as spacious as you want, the architect builds a villa on the ground with your money.

The only disadvantage of being close to the mountain and the water is that you have to climb halfway up the mountain.Of course, they usually drive up, so Ye Jingwei doesn't mind the slightly longer distance.

In the cottage.

Ye Jingwei threw the gift box in his hand to a man.The man was very young, about the same age as Ye Jingwei.It's just that she has a quiet, shy face that looks like a restrained beauty.

The gift drew an arc in the air, and the man stretched out his hand to grab it, and it landed on the back of his right shoulder, almost dropping the gift box to the ground.

He pouted, and held up the gift in dissatisfaction, "Look, this tacky wrapping paper, this contrasting color lace ribbon, this boring bowknot. Let me guess what's inside—" "

The man spoke like thirty overly noisy sparrows, in contrast to his quiet, shy appearance. "One hundred thousand in cash?"

Looking at the gift box, it's not small, a small cube, wrapped in tacky golden matte gift paper, and tied with a green lace ribbon, it's as vulgar as it gets.

After half a year's absence, he couldn't believe that his good friend Ye Jingwei's taste was so regressive and low.But thinking about it from memory, in the past ten years, apart from choosing a partner, when did Ye Jingwei have a better vision?

Thinking of this, he didn't dislike the gift paper in his hand so much.

Ye Jingwei thought for a while, 10 yuan was stuffed in it, it was an explosion of space, "Is your math..." was taken back by your physical education teacher?

Song Siwei immediately interrupted him, measured the weight in his hand, and then thought, "Could it be a credit card with various amounts?" Thinking of the black cards of various banks, he grinned and patted Ye Jing Wei's shoulder while unwrapping presents.

"Everyone is a buddy, do you need to be so polite?"

Ye Jingwei glanced at the fast and violent action of his unwrapping presents, "Take it easy, the inside is about to shatter."

As soon as the word "broken" was mentioned, Song Siwei began to cry, "I told you not to give me antiques anymore. I have said many times that my family can't let them go. We have everything from Ming, Qing, Tang, Song, Southern, Northern and Han Dynasties," and then While crying and howling, he held the gift in his hand, and carefully pulled the lace away, "There is only one antique from before Qin Dynasty. By the way, I don't accept any single piece of bronze, except chime bells. You know, the bronze It's as ugly as it gets."

It's not for others, Ye Jingwei doesn't even want to see his good friend once. "Don't worry, it's definitely not an antique. I don't have the money to be scammed."

Song Siwei comes from a family of artists. He himself is a painter. His home is filled with [-]th-century European reliefs and murals, and Western furniture can be seen everywhere. Ye Jingwei doesn't know how to appreciate art, but everything and Ye Jingwei have been to his house People have always believed that this is the art decoration of the nouveau riche.

Song Siwei was very annoyed, pretending that he was about to drop the gift.Of course Ye Jingwei knew that he would not dare, because he loves money like his life, he sees money with eyes open, and interests are blinding his heart.As long as you give him a gift, the more expensive the better, the more properly he will handle things.

Song Siwei gave up guessing the gift, because what he said just now was what he wanted the most, but Ye Jingwei denied it all, and he said lazily, "Wow, don't say you bought it, where did you get the money from? "

It's been a long time since this person came to see him, so he knew that Ye Jingwei must be busy flirting with men.

Ye Jingwei said flatly, "Use my girlfriend's money," of course Chi Lin's money.

Ye Jingwei didn't want to use his own money for such an expensive and useless thing.

After the man opened the gift box, "Wow, why is it so tacky? What about blue? Don't you know I like blue the most?" Song Siwei picked it up. It was a string of colorful gemstone necklaces, which looked very similar It is a pheasant that learns from a peacock.The colors don't match, but these gemstones look expensive. He just dislikes them in his mouth, but he doesn't mind them in his heart, and he loves them to death.

"Go help me appease this person," Ye Jingwei handed over a photo.By the way, help him look at that person.

The man reluctantly put down the necklace that he still wanted to look at a few more times, moved his head closer, stared at the portrait on the photo, and suddenly fell silent for a moment.

A burst of exclamation broke out, "Oh, your other girlfriend?" One girlfriend (Chi Lin) gave him money to spend, and the other girlfriend entrusted him to take care of Song Siwei.

Song Siwei saw through him at a glance.

The man raised his head, "Brother Jing, you are so blessed," he said in amazement.Then he buried his head to study the bones and skin of the beauty in the photo.

Ye Jingwei said, "He has a bad temper, help me enlighten him,"

"Why, did you become Ximen Qing, or did you become Chen Shimei?" Song Siwei shook his head again and again in admiration, looking at the photo and sighed three times: "Beautiful, indifferent, paranoid. Peerless... great beauty!"

Ye Jingwei was afraid that one day he would lose his mind, so he robbed Song Siwei's "girl" friends to take revenge on Song.I can only say, "No, I will go back and reconcile with him, but he is angry with me during this time."

The man took the photo from his hand, "Wow, I've never seen such a good-looking person. What does he do? Can you be a nude model for me?"

Song Siwei is an oil painter who works part-time overseas to distribute Huang Man's booklets. He is extremely playful and "violent".

Ye Jingwei snorted and laughed a few words, the meaning of which made people shudder, "You try," and you will die if you try.

The painter laughed straight away, retracted his bloated courage, flicked his fingers on the photo, placed it in a well-lit place to watch it repeatedly, and couldn't help wiping the drool from his mouth, "Wow, I finally found my Miao. That's it. I have no regrets in this life, I have no regrets in this life."

Ye Jingwei didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing to entrust that person to Song Siwei's care.

He just used Song Siwei's ability to temporarily protect Jiang Chenchuan, and take a look at him for himself.

"Have someone appraise the necklace yourself to see if it's really worth six or seven figures?" After Ye Jingwei explained, he left his house without looking back.

Song Siwei muttered from behind: "My God, haven't you been tricked again?" Although he said so, he still treasured this necklace.He knew that although Ye Jingwei had poor eyesight, he would never be stingy with his actions.

Except for things like antique calligraphy and paintings, Ye Jingwei must be right when he said that there are six or seven digits.As Song Siwei thought about it, he didn't know which "female" friend of Ye Jingwei he wanted to feel sorry for.

One was cheated of money, and the other was cheated of feelings.Tsk tsk tsk, it's a good thing that Ye Jingwei didn't fall in love with Song Siwei, otherwise he, Song Da Vinci, Tang Bohu, Gauguin, Michelangelo, a talented painter, lost both money and wealth, and would not have time to cry.