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After Yang Yang came out of the emergency room, Wen Liang's heart fell hard.

This night, it cost me 1 yuan to enter and exit the emergency room, and only [-] yuan on Wenliang.If it weren't for Yang Yang's frequent inspections in the past two years, Wen Liang wouldn't be in debt at the window downstairs.

Wen Liang had already contacted Arron to transfer 1 yuan to his card. Arron was very happy, but when he put down the phone, he inevitably told Wen Liang to find a way to increase his popularity.

Wen Liang came down, sitting at the door of the ward, clutching the phone and feeling bitter.

MIX is different from gay bars. First of all, it is a membership-based high-consumption place, which ordinary people cannot afford. Second, it is a sensual place. People who come here come to consume "services".Those who can come to MIX to spend these days are either the second-generation ancestors who don’t learn how to waste money, or the bosses with successful careers in their forties.Young people come to play with men mostly because it is a rarity. The deeper level is to show off their wealth with their peers. It must be young and beautiful. Bosses in their forties like young boys even more. From various aspects Looking at it, the warm and cool market is very narrow.There are few people who like his style. Although he is a signature in MIX, he is actually a "specialty dish", which is a must-have, but few people eat it.

Wen Liang never had a loose hand, just stuffed [-] in the poplar bag, and now he spent another [-], or he said, "If there is something wrong, don't be sick, if nothing, don't have money".He silently counted Yang Yang's hospitalization and medicine expenses for the next few days, and the more he counted, the more nervous he became. Everything else was trivial, and it would be too late if he owed too much medicine and the hospital refused to treat him.

Wen Liang was eager to get money, and Liu Yi's call at this moment seemed very amiable.

Liu Yi didn't say anything else, just asked Wen Liang to come to a certain room in the Diguang Hotel, his tone was a little different from usual, not as bossy, and Wen Liang didn't care.

Wen Liang knew what he meant after thinking about it, and agreed without saying a word.

After leaving the gate of the hospital, he realized that it was already broad daylight.It was past five o'clock in the morning in early summer, the clear light was not strong, and there was still a hint of morning chill in the air.Wen Liang was like a vampire who hadn't seen light in a hundred years, pale and thin, dazzled by the sun, squinting his somewhat swollen eyes.

There were no pedestrians on the street, and the breakfast stalls in front of the hospital had just begun to set up.Normally, it would be abnormal for Liu Yi to do this kind of thing at this time, no matter how he thinks about it, Wen Liang would definitely take care of it, but now he stayed up all night, anxious for money, and couldn't think about anything else.

After a sleepless night, Wen Liang was haggard and exhausted. He washed his face in the bathroom of the hospital, and managed to look more refreshed.After taking the morning bus, after wandering for half an hour, I finally arrived at the entrance of this five-star hotel.

Taking the elevator up to the 22nd floor, Wen Liang straightened his collar and knocked on the door.

The thick double solid wood door opened a crack, revealing the cold face of a strong black man, Wen Liang felt the danger, he took a step back, a thick arm stretched out and grabbed his collar, He was carried into the room abruptly.

Wen Liang staggered and bumped into the back of the leather sofa in the lobby of the presidential suite, the door was closed forcefully, with a bang, Wen Liang's heart trembled.

Leaning on the single sofa was a woman in a black dress with neat short hair. She was in her early thirties, and she was full of hostility.On the couch opposite, Liu Yi sat with his head bowed in an orderly manner.The woman's lancet-like eyes glanced at Wen Liang, and asked coldly, "Just him?"

Liu Yi gave a low "hmm".

The woman laughed disdainfully, and pointed at Wen Liang with her slender fingers: "It's just such a thing? You're as thin as a tuberculosis, and you don't think it's dirty!"

Wen Liang lowered his eyelids, his expression was cold and distant, and he didn't argue, as if he was staying out of the matter, and quietly clenched his hands behind his back, shaking badly.

The woman picked up the red wine on the coffee table and took a sip, feeling the fire in her heart, what do you mean?You are the dirtiest and most humble in this room, who will you show your noble face to?She picked up her bag and went out irritably. Two strong men opened the door for her. She turned her head and looked at Liu Yi coldly: "What's the matter, why don't you go and wait for a while with your little lover?"

Liu Yi clenched his fists and followed with his head down.

After they left, the two dark and strong men closed the door and turned to meet the warm and terrified eyes.

Peter was woken up by the most dazzling national style singing on his mobile phone, and glanced at the wall clock on the wall, it's not even seven o'clock the fuck!He got up from the messy bed cursingly, squinted his eyes and groped through the pile of clothes following the sound of the mobile phone with his golden hair, looked for them and then yelled: "Who the fuck?! "

There was a clear sound of hard breathing from the other end of the phone, and a weak voice sounded slowly: "P, Peter, I'm sorry...you, you haven't woken up yet..."

"Wen Liang?" Peter took the phone away from his ear and glanced at it. It was Wen Liang. He woke up immediately when he heard the voice, and asked repeatedly, "What's going on? What's wrong with you? Where are you?"

"Ma, please..."

Peter was impatient, and when he heard that this guy was still there, he asked loudly, "Where are you?! Where did you hurt?"

Wen Liang told Peter the location intermittently, and Peter kept talking to Wen Liang with his mobile phone, telling him to stay awake, and then drove to the Diguang Hotel in the car.

When the hotel staff opened the door, Peter stayed where he was.It's not that he hasn't seen someone beating someone in all these years, but it's the first time he's seen him beating someone like this. Wen Liang still maintained his consciousness, and forced a grateful smile at him.

Brother Arron is right, such an idiot!

Peter ran up, but didn't know where to start.Wen Liang's body was bruised and bruised, shocking, his black hair mixed with cold sweat and blood stuck to his pale cheeks, lying crookedly on the carpet.When he saw someone, he couldn't hold on any longer, his dark pupils began to become hazy, his long eyelashes closed slowly twice, and never opened again.

The hotel attendant has already called an ambulance. Peter originally wanted to take Wen Liang to the hospital in his own car, but now that he saw it, he didn't dare to touch him at all, so he should wait for the hospital stretcher to arrive.Wen Liang passed out on his own, and didn't say a word of pain from the beginning to the end. Peter was full of grief and anger. Such a hard-hearted person treats himself so cruelly, and has always been so stubborn. He is not weak for a moment, which makes people feel distressed. Makes people angry.He called Wen Liang twice, and the man was already unconscious.With his hips on his hips, he spun around twice restlessly on the spot, and started to breathe fire at the innocent waiter: "What kind of fucking hotel is this! You're running a human skin hotel?! People are beaten like this! You guys There are holes in the mother's face! It's still a fucking five-star! Tomorrow, the mother will take off the brand and dig out all the shit! Who dares to live in your store if you come in vertically and go out horizontally!"

The waiter scolded him without uttering a word, and the hotel manager also arrived. He was an elite man in his early thirties, and he closed the door calmly, allowing Peter to yell like a machine gun for ten minutes, until the ambulance drove away. At the door, he accompanied Peter to the ambulance and took him to the hospital.

As soon as he entered the emergency room, Peter grabbed the hem of the elite man's suit and yelled, "Don't leave, this matter has nothing to do with your hotel!"

The elite man raised his eyes, and replied in a stern tone: "I don't want to leave, if you feel uneasy, you can grab my clothes."

Peter looked up and down the elite man suspiciously, and decided to hold him back and detain him first.Then he just grabbed his clothes and called Arron annoyedly, telling the whole story back and forth. Arron is going to check at the Diguang Hotel and ask him to stay at the hospital and call if there is a situation.

Peter complied and hung up the phone.A nurse came and told him to go to the window to pay. Peter touched his pocket. He came out in a hurry in the morning, and he had a mobile phone all over his body. He was dumbfounded, scratched his golden hair, and subconsciously asked if he could put his mobile phone on it. .

The elite man seemed to be smiling, Peter turned his head to look at him angrily, and scolded: "You are laughing, laughing!" But he didn't smile at all, with a serious face and thin-rimmed glasses, he looked very shrewd.The elite man took out a card from his suit pocket and said, "I can help you pay first."

"Tch, it's up to you to pay! Hurry up and go!" Peter irritatedly shoved him to the nurse lady. After thinking about it, he was still uneasy, and said that I would go with you, so he wouldn't grab his clothes anymore, and followed him closely. Behind the buttocks, for fear that people will run away.

The elite man brushed off the hem of his clothes that had been wrinkled by Peter, and followed the nurse to pay the money. Peter frowned and looked at the elite man, the more he looked at him, the more familiar he looked.

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