Beauty burst table

If it wasn't for Xie Lingqiao's quick reaction, when he saw these people retreating, he knew there was something strange in his heart, so he also retreated silently, maybe he would have been accidentally injured now.

A total of seven beer bottles were dropped, and most of the fragments were scattered together. If a person lay down on them and did push-ups, his palms would have been punctured and bled first.

If you can't hold it, you lose your strength and fall, and it's not just your palm that's punctured.

"Go! Go!"

The onlookers cheered excitedly, "If it's a man, go!"

Li Jinjin was the closest to Xie Lingqiao, he raised his hand, patted his arm, smiled, and kept encouraging him, his voice still sounded so hearty and enthusiastic, not at all like someone who smashed a wine bottle: "Go, brother, you After doing ten push-ups, today's trial is considered complete, and I will definitely cover you from now on!"

Xie Lingqiao glanced at him, his eyes were as clear as water.

Xie Lingqiao didn't believe his nonsense.

Li Jinjin was caught by the other party's close-up gaze, and found that the other party had red lips, white teeth, and autumn-like eyes, and his temperament was very special, that kind of melancholy that was like fog, forests, sea water, very clean, and inexplicably charming. A feeling of falling across the sky——

Bewitching people, making people willing to accompany him down, a strange sense of falling in the darkest or brightest place.

It is beautiful, like a flower that is about to rot on the cliff, a kind of beauty that is dying or reborn.

Bang, bang, bang...

Li Jinjin's heart seemed to be grasped by a hand, and at this moment, it beat rapidly.He swallowed uncontrollably, and suddenly, he had a feeling of being hit...

Very strong, the feeling of wanting to get close to the boy in front of me.

Before he recovered from this feeling of dizziness, Xie Lingqiao had already stepped forward, turned around, and stood in front of a pile of broken wine bottles on the ground. Xie Lingqiao slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing a An eye-catchingly truncated wrist.

He looked like he really wanted to do what they said, doing push-ups on top of the broken beer bottle.

The good people have already applauded, and the applause is getting louder.The atmosphere here has obviously reached a climax, as lively as being in a vegetable market, even though the background music has been turned off.

The boy's figure is thin but not weak.

He was wrapped in the same school uniform, simple and conservative, at such a place and at such a time, he looked like a little sheep strayed into a tiger's den.

But his eyes were not timid.

Ye Changan, who had been sitting on the sofa since just now, saw Xie Lingqiao's eyes when he drifted his lazy gaze towards the noisy crowd.

Ye Changan's eyes fixed on the other party, casually.

Seeing that Xie Lingqiao was about to bend down, some girls saw that he was so tender, and his temperament was especially cute for little girls, so they couldn't bear to persuade him.

If you don't persuade him, it's fine. After this persuasion, the boys in No. [-] High School are not happy, and they insisted on making Xie Lingqiao ten more, and even wanted to push Xie Lingqiao with their hands.

In fact, the accident took only a few seconds, but the scene quickly became more and more chaotic.

At this moment, Ye Changan, who was originally in a corner, suddenly opened his mouth. Ye Changan stood up from the sofa and walked towards the crowd with a smile on his lips, "It's late, let's go. This is my treat."

Then he took out a bottle of wine from the small table beside him, poured a glass with his own hands, and handed it to Xie Lingqiao: "Can I drink it?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, seeing Ye Changan saying this and doing it again, what was there not to understand——Ye Changan was trying to save Xie Lingqiao from a siege.

I don't know why... probably, they quarreled with Ye Chang'an?But since it was Ye Changan who opened the mouth, they certainly wouldn't give him face. After a short pause, they all said yes or nodded, then backed away with a haha, and continued to play their own games.

Xie Lingqiao lowered her eyes and stared at the other's hand holding the wine glass. This hand had slender fingers and well-defined joints. It was white and moist from a wealthy family.

Because he didn't look up, he couldn't see the other person's expression.

The surrounding chaos has dissipated, like the end of a cheap popcorn movie, the noisy and impetuous smell still remains, and the air is mixed with the greasy, boring and sentimental smell that exists no matter what season it is.

Xie Lingqiao took the wine in the opponent's hand, raised his neck, drank it all in one gulp, then raised his head, and looked at the opponent without fear.

A little unswallowed beer froth dripped from the corner of his mouth, making the young man's youthful face look a little embarrassed, but those eyes were surprisingly beautiful.

The music flowed again in the chaotic box, someone cut the song, the lazy and sexy female voice——

"...Grindmedownrollmeup

(... gently crush me and roll me up again)

Pressmeupagainstyourlips

(hold me close to your lips)

Let me fill your urlungs

(let my breath fill your lungs)

Then breathe out...

(Then exhale me slowly, drifting with the wind...)"

Xie Lingqiao's face, in this singing, also seemed to be tainted with a bit of charm, the light and shadow were mottled, and his eyes, which were as clear as glazed glass, also shone brightly at this moment.

Ye Changan's gaze, which he wanted to look away, was captured by these eyes.

Some people are cheering, some are grabbing mics, some are playing games and yelling loudly.

Ye Changan stared at Xie Lingqiao's eyes, and slowly raised the corners of his lips, "Tsk."

he said softly.

The trial on the first day was interrupted halfway in such a muddled way, probably because he felt that he was not satisfied with the experience, and several old members of the student union here pulled Xie Lingqiao over with his arms hooked on his shoulders with seemingly boundless enthusiasm.

Pulled to their place to sit down, and kept pouring him wine.

Xie Lingqiao has no previous memories, so he doesn't know how much he drank in the past, but now...his drinking capacity is really not very good.

These people poured wine on him, and just after drinking a glass, his stomach was already feeling a little uncomfortable, and after drinking a few more glasses, his stomach was already burning like a fire.

Originally, he could refuse, but the test has already been skipped, how can this group of boys let go of the opportunity of drinking and punishing others for nothing? As usual, I like to make fun of poor students who have no power or power for different reasons.

Xie Lingqiao is good-looking, and bullying is more visually enjoyable, not more interesting.

"One more sip, one more sip, wine is a good thing..."

Drinking and drinking, except for Xie Lingqiao, who was spinning around in front of his eyes, he was in a state of ecstasy and didn't know where he was going. A boy with three earrings on his right ear also seemed to be drunk.

The boy's eyes were blurred, and he exhaled thick alcohol smell like mist, hitting Xie Lingqiao's ears, the boy smiled not soberly, and said in a low voice: "Lingqiao, I heard you like men, I don't know Mind, you might as well just follow me, I will buy you a house and a car, and give you pocket money every month, you know what my dad does..."

Although Xie Lingqiao was drunk, his mind was still there at this moment. He leaned his head on the leather cushion behind him, his face was stained crimson, his lips were moist and charming, he squinted his eyes, stretched out his hand, and slapped the boy on the face. With a snap, "Senior, drink! Drink!"

With this stroke, the sound was loud, but in fact, the little hands were so soft that they didn't have much strength, and it didn't hurt to touch the opponent's face.The boy was beaten like this, and he didn't know which tendon was wrong. Not only did he not blame Xie Lingqiao, but he responded like a pug, picked up an open bottle of white wine next to him, and poured it down his throat.

Halfway through the filling, his face turned pale, and he couldn't help but bowed his waist and ran while vomiting.

Xie Lingqiao pursed the corners of her lips, her consciousness becoming more and more chaotic.

Someone else poured him alcohol.He wanted to push it away, but his whole body seemed to be falling apart, or he was weakened by the thief in the martial arts novel, and he had no strength.

……

I don't know how long it has passed, the ground is in a mess, people here and there, lying on their stomachs, under the flickering lights of the young people in the society that has not been turned off, it is like a storybook A group of demons and ghosts hiding in the misty deep stream.

With teeth and claws, black heart and lungs, its shape is terrifying.

There were not many people who were still awake, and among them was Ye Chang'an.

Someone held one by hand and came over to ask his opinion: "Chang'an, do you want to call the bodyguards to come up and send them home separately?"

Ye Changan had just finished answering the phone at that time. Hearing the words, he looked around and said, "Okay, go and call." He paused, looked in one direction, and spoke a little slower, "He will stay."

The person who asked him looked at him suspiciously, and saw Xie Lingqiao lying on his side on a sofa, curled up like a baby, with messy black hair, messed up by someone, eyes closed, as if sleeping Eyelashes are thick, very long and warped.

One of the young man's hands was hanging down from the edge of the sofa. The wrist was so slender that it would break if it was slightly folded. The blood vessels were clear.

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After one o'clock in the morning.

A detached villa in the outskirts of Sichuan City.The night is like splashed ink, deep in color, pressed against the horizon, and the two have long since merged into one.There are only three or two stars with faint light, hanging drunkenly on the edge of the moon that still holds the pipa and half hides its face.

The mercury-like autumn moon.

The curtains on the first floor of the villa were pulled open, and in front of the large French windows, a tall young boy's silhouette was revealed under the light.

Ye Changan stood in front of the french window, holding a goblet in his left hand, with a third of the red wine remaining in the glass, the color was as cool as a dancing girl's dress.On the floor, his long shadow was drawn.

On the couch only a few meters away from him, there was a boy two years younger than him lying on his side - to be precise, he should be curled up.

The boy was not too thin, but at this moment his cheeks were flushed, his eyes were tightly closed, and the center of his brows was slightly twisted even in his sleep, like a baby, with two arms encircling him.

The thinner the person, the smaller the face.

Ye Changan's hand holding the wine glass did not move. He lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was meditating on something, but in fact, there was an indescribable feeling of irritability in his heart.

He has no habit of meddling.

Tonight, he brought back a boy who was almost a stranger - he basically had no contact with him in school on weekdays, and the two of them had never even spoken a word before today, so he was just a stranger.

Ye Changan's gaze fell slightly on the unstretched figure of the young man on the sofa over there. ——The crouched appearance, with hands and feet bound, is uncomfortable at first glance.

Think of it as... doing charity.

On the shiny floor, the sound of footsteps gradually approached the fabric sofa in the corner.

With less than half a step away from the boy, Ye Changan bent down, ready to reach out and hug him.

"...Master..."

Xie Lingqiao, who was so drunk that he was unconscious, opened and closed his mouth in the chaos, and swallowed two words, his voice was as thin as a mosquito, and it was difficult to hear what he was shouting unless he listened closely.

Ye Changan's eyes were fixed.Hearing Xie Lingqiao murmur again, it was still these two words.

...Master?