Bai Yueguang, he is two hundred catties

When Fang Man woke up, he found himself imprisoned in a place similar to an ancient prison, with walls on three sides and cold steel bars on one side.

But the environment is much more luxurious than a prison. There is a room of about [-] square meters with a toilet, a bed on the east side, and fitness equipment on the west side.

Kong Que's intention is obvious, that is to keep Fang Man here to lose weight.

Fang Man slumped on the bed, shaking his jio, wondering what happened to Kong Que, he was also an overbearing CEO, but another CEO engaged in forced love, and he engaged in forced weight loss.Hey, this is so cool.

Fang Man thought about it, Kong Que didn't tie him up for liposuction, that's great!

It's like a person who was going to grab you to eat curry-flavored shit, but ended up feeding shit-flavored curry. Overall, things are still on the bright side!

Fang Man breathed a sigh of relief, looked around, and found that the distance between the steel bars was quite wide. If he tried to compress himself, he might get out.

Fang Man fell into deep thought.

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Kong Que was lying on the bed on the drip, and Li Mi was pinching a small handkerchief and timidly persuading him: "Mr. Kong, you need to sleep. You haven't rested for three days."

After Kong Que was shot, his body was weak and he had a high fever, and he desperately needed sleep to recover, but the pain made Kong Que very excited, and there was always a string stretched to keep him awake.

Kong Que looked at the void with a smile: "I can't sleep."

No matter what, he couldn't fall asleep, and he was awake in an extremely chaotic state. It seemed that he could only get peace by shooting his own brain with a shot.

Li Mi said: "Then... have something to eat? If you continue like this, you might die suddenly."

Kong Que smiled and said, "That would be better."

Li Mi: "..." How could he have forgotten that Kong Que was a person who wanted to die.

Secretary Li didn't know what to say, Kong Que leaned against the head of the bed, boredly watching the medicine drop from the infusion bottle little by little.

Li Mi was by the side, wanting to play with the phone but didn't dare, he just stood there dryly, suddenly he heard Kong Que's phone vibrate, and immediately reminded him, "Mr. Kong, you have WeChat."

Kong Que said wearily: "Look."

Li Mi clicked on Kong Que's WeChat account, and said with a strange expression, "Mr. Kong, it's Fang Man."

Kong Que's gaze shifted from the infusion bottle, and there was some energy in his eyes, "What did he say?"

Mi Li said strangely: "His head is stuck in the iron railing."

Kong Que: "..."

Fang Man posted a short video, and saw that his head protruded from the railing, and the rest of it was stuck. If he couldn't pull it out, he simply lay flat on the ground, holding his phone up to take a video, "Brother Mi, brother, are you there? My head I'm stuck, I didn't lie to you, the video is proof."

Kong Que thought to himself, Fang Man calls everyone brother, shameless.

"Little brother, I am blindly confident, and now I am in a dilemma, very embarrassing... Please save my brother! You are my all hope!"

All hope?

Kong Que turned his head and stared at "All Hope" Li Mi like a cold-blooded animal.

Li Mi squeezed a small handkerchief and wiped his sweat.

Kong Que: "Oh."

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Fang Man pulled out his head vigorously.

This is not the first time he has been in this predicament since he was a child.

In the middle of winter, people gathered in the kindergarten to lick their tongues and lick the iron railings, and they were frozen together with a few children, which alarmed all the teachers in the kindergarten.

When I was in elementary school, Fang Man’s head got stuck in the railing of the stairs at home, crying wildly. The police father tried to teach the tricks of pulling out the head and demonstrated it himself. As a result, the father and son got stuck on the stairs together and became the laughing stock of the fire brigade next door. .

In junior high school, Fang Man got into the desk hole to eat snacks during class. Unfortunately, he got stuck, but in order not to make a noise and attract the teacher's attention, he insisted on staying up for half a class, and only saw the sun again with the help of his classmates after class.

Fang Man, a simple and unpretentious little genius.

Therefore, Fang Man has a wealth of experience in being stuck. When he gets stuck, he must first maintain a stable mentality. Don’t cry when he fails in self-rescue, and wait for rescue calmly.

Fang Man waited and waited until he reached Kong Que.

Fang Man lay flat on the ground peacefully. From his perspective, Kong Que's legs were particularly long.

Fang Man: "...Why are you here?"

Kong Que didn't speak, he turned sideways, passed through the gap between the steel bars without hindrance in front of Fang Man, and stepped into his fitness prison room with ease, forming a pattern with Fang Man's dilemma. Cruel contrast.

Kong Que said softly, "Are you blocking your head on purpose to lead me over?"

Fang Man was shocked by Kong Que's narcissism, "...hello? My name is Secretary Li. Didn't you just come here to see my jokes?"

Kong Que: "..."

If it wasn't for Fang Man who could only see Kong Que's legs, he would have realized that Kong Que didn't seem to be here to see a joke. His face was pale, his pupils were dilated, and he seemed to be hanging on his breath.

Kong Que felt that the whole room was spinning around Fang Man, and Fang Man lying on the ground looked like an unshakable bed in the center of a storm.

At the same time, it is like a piece of light and fluffy, soft.

Fang Man thought that Kong Que was simply looking at his jokes, but who knew that Kong Que straddled his legs and sat on his stomach.

"...Damn it!" Fang Man almost got his ass leaking, and gritted his teeth, "What are you doing? Get up, you're dead!"

Kong Que not only couldn't get up, but also stretched out his poisonous hands to Fang Man, his hands rua everywhere, Fang Man was ticklish, twisting back and forth, but his head was stuck, he looked helpless but lustful when he twisted.

After Fang Man realized this, he couldn't move anymore, grabbed Kong Que's wrist, and said angrily, "Hey, no, I'm already two hundred catties, you can still hit me???"

"Yes." Kong Que moved his wrist, and Fang Man straightened his head just in time to see a halo of blood oozing from Kong Que's shoulder.

It is estimated that the wound opened due to the exertion of strength just now.

Fang Man quickly let go of Kong Que's wrist, basically gave up struggling, and said sincerely: "Que, get up. This way, we don't hurt each other. I will lose weight and you will heal your wounds, okay?"

Kong Que didn't seem to be able to hear, he ruaed out of the softest part of Fang Man's body, his upper body suddenly fell down, and plunged into Fang Man's chest, rubbed against him, and then there was no movement, as if he fell asleep.

Fang Man: "..." It's over, I seem to be more attractive to Kong Que, what should I do!

Li Mi, who was watching from the sidelines: "..."

Fang Man patted the top of Kong Que's head lightly, "...Eh? What are you doing?"

Li Mi hurriedly hissed.

Fang Man lowered his voice and said: "... Can you fall asleep? Are you kidding me?"

Secretary Li didn't dare to speak, so he typed on his mobile phone and showed it to Fang Man, "Please, Mr. Fang Man! Mr. Kong will wake up in three hours at most, and I will help you pull out your head then!"

Fang Man took the opportunity to reap the benefits: "...just pull out the head, it's not cost-effective. How about you satisfy me with a condition that is not too excessive?"

Neither one nor the other are good masters to serve!Li Mi squeezed the small handkerchief tightly, and agreed with a troubled face.

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Kong Que had a dream.

When he was a child, Kong Que had a very soft white pillow. He stole a black pen and carefully traced the appearance of Bai Yueguang on the pillow behind everyone's back.

At that time, he had just come out of the well, and he was still very impressed with Bai Yueguang's appearance, and he drew a very similar image.

During the day, he turned the pillow over and carefully hid the side with the portrait.When going to sleep at night, wait until there is no light in the room, and then secretly put the side with the portrait up and stick it next to the portrait to sleep.

Kong Que tried to imagine everything about Bai Yueguang, just like imagining another self in this world.

The moon is so high, does he have his own little bed and pillow?

How many medicines and injections does he need to take every day?

Does he have to "take an exam" every week? I don't know if his grades are as good as his.

Kong Que had an inappropriate yearning in his heart, he wanted to live, he wanted to walk under the moonlight, see Bai Yueguang again, and ask him how he scored in the exam.

It was a long time later that Kong Que found out that Bai Yueguang did need an exam, but the content of the exam was completely different from his.

Every Sunday, Kong Que needs to kill a dog, sometimes it is a big dog that is very fierce and will kill him, and sometimes it is a small dog that is docile and will not attack him.

Kong Que has always scored perfect marks in this test. He will not shrink back because of the scary dogs, nor will he be soft because the puppies are cute.He killed them like tearing open a food wrapper without emotion.

But that day, Kong Que hesitated, he found that the Tibetan mastiff's eyes were like white moonlight, honey-colored, transparent and bright.

After a moment of hesitation, the Tibetan mastiff threw Kong Que down and opened its mouth wide open to his neck. Kong Que smiled softly without any fear of dying.

He thinks the Tibetan Mastiff's eyes are really pretty.

He wouldn't mind being bitten to death by a creature with such beautiful eyes.

In the next second, there were several gunshots, and the bullets passed through. The beautiful eyes and furry head exploded into white and red flowers.

Hot blood dripped down, Kong Que saw his father.

Wearing a white coat and black-rimmed glasses, he looks like a doctor, but holds a gun in his hand.

Kong Que: "Father."

Father knelt down, wiped the blood on his face, and said with a warm smile, "Why did you hesitate?"

Kong Que paused, bowed his head and said, "...I don't know."

Father smiled and clapped his hands, "It seems that you have not only gained compassion, but also learned to deceive people. Very good."

Kong Que: "..."

"If you fail the exam, you will be punished."

Kong Que: "Okay."

The punishment for failing is to receive electric shock for half an hour. Kong Que is not afraid, he is used to it.

Father snapped his fingers, and mother walked in with a blank face holding a white pillow.

It's his little pillow.

Kong Que rushed over and was kicked away by his father.

"Don't..." Kong Que begged for the first time, "Don't touch him... Please, father. Don't touch him..."

"You shouldn't have emotions..." The father threw the pillow on the ground and fired at the portrait. "Honey, I'll kill him for you."

Father adjusted his glasses, and the benevolent smile on his face deepened: "You have to remember, he died because of you."

At the end of the dream, he was lying on the ground like a dead dog, all the strength in his body was only enough to squeeze the broken fabric, and the blood on his hands was stained on the small mole on the bridge of Bai Yueguang's nose.

Since then, Kong Que has never slept with a soft pillow.

So, what is he sleeping on now?

Soft, warm, and the sound of a heartbeat.

Plop plop plop, calm and powerful.

That's not his heartbeat.Kong Que shuddered and opened his eyes suddenly.

The well-defined double chin deeply hurt Kong Que's eyes.

Fang Man held up his mobile phone to watch a movie, met Kong Que's deep eyes in his upper arms, and looked back frightened, "Are you awake?"

Kong Que performed the classic action of a domineering president, stretched out his hands to pinch Fang Man's chins, and said coldly, "...As expected, I should give you liposuction."

Fang Man: "!!!"