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When Jiang Hang woke up, it was only after three o'clock in the morning.He tapped his watch on the bedside table, and with the faint sound of running water coming from the opposite bathroom, he rubbed his eyes and saw a slender man vaguely standing inside.

"Well……"

My back hurts, as if my kidneys have broken down.

In addition to three or four cigarette butts in the ashtray, Maserati's car key, Armani's men's watch, and a black wallet with a dozen cash on it, there is nothing on the bedside table.

Jiang Hang stretched out his hand to take the neatly arranged banknotes, looked at the edges and corners were neatly pressed one by one, the corner of his mouth curled up, and while counting, he thought to himself that it was indeed that man who could do anything. So meticulous.

With a thick stack of cash, the more he counted, the more the amount increased, and Jiang Hang was also happy, thinking that with so much money, he could finally buy the stereo that he had his eyes on last time.

He didn't notice that the sound of running water in the opposite bathroom stopped abruptly, and the sound of slippers stepping on the floor approached from a distance.

"woke up?"

A bony hand suddenly touched his hairy head, and then turned Jiang Hang who was leaning on the back of the bed, knocked on his waist with a big hand, and pressed hard on a certain part wrapped in a bath towel.

Jiang Hang could feel the heat of that place, he counted all the money calmly, stretched out his hand and pulled his pants that were draped on the chair next to him, rolled them up and stuffed them in.

The hand of the man who knocked on him seemed to tighten.

"If the money is not enough, I still have a bank card in my wallet, and the password is your birthday."

"Well, enough is enough."

"Why, you don't like using my card so much?"

"no……"

Feeling that the man's tone was a little hurried, Jiang Hang threw the clothes back to the original position, stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around the man's shoulders in the dark, and kissed the ear with the aroma of shampoo,

"I just feel that it's really embarrassing for a big man like me to use the card of a boy who is seven years younger than me to spend everywhere."

Nowadays, in order to prevent students who have no financial ability to repay the debt from swiping their cards everywhere, the bank age transparency system is implemented nationwide, and relative reminders can be given according to the age of the cardholder when swiping the card.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Hang knew that he had said the wrong thing, because he instantly felt the hand on his waist was surprisingly strong, and in the next second he was turned over and pressed on the bed, and the man was blown with cold air. Come, lock him tightly between the pillows under your arms.

"Seven-year-old boy?" The man squeezed his chin, untied the towel, ready to go, "Jiang Hang, you still treat me like a child!"

"Hey...! No, Duan Qing! Listen to me, I didn't mean that, I didn't—ah—!"

Jiang Hang felt that his waist was about to disappear again.

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly.

The bedroom was clean, and the mess after the passion last night seemed to have never happened, except for the bruises and pinches on the body of someone who was sleeping with the quilt on the big bed.

Jiang Hang had to sleep until after eleven o'clock in the noon. Since he finished his university graduation thesis, he has never seen the sun before twelve o'clock in the morning on weekdays and weekends.

Someone opened the door, and Jiang Hang moved his furry head from under the quilt, revealing one eye.

The person who came in took off his long black trench coat, and put a kraft paper bag on the simple round table opposite.

"Ah, Xiao Qingqing, what breakfast did you buy?"

Jiang Hang turned over and rubbed his eyes, "I want to eat custard buns."

"Bought it."

General Duan Qing seemed to be in a bad mood, and his voice sounded cold. Although he usually spoke very coldly, Jiang Hang inexplicably heard the smell of fire/drug in his tone today.

When Duan Qing got angry, countless Jiang Hang bowed down.

Jiang Hang lifted the quilt knowingly and got up from the bed, and before Duan Qing came up again to control him, he treated him as an appetizer, and slipped out of bed first, wanting to brush his teeth, wash his face and eat quickly.

"Ah—where are my clothes!" He looked on the sofa, and all the shirts and trousers that were thrown away during the fire yesterday were gone.

"Auntie took it to wash."

"You just let her see my uncle's naked body?!"

Snapped!

Duan Qing crushed the plastic cover with the hand that was opening the lunch box.

"...Just kidding." Jiang Hang stuck out his tongue, and stepped into the cloakroom with long legs, trying to find new clothes to change from inside.

When I opened the cabinet, I found it was empty.

"Xiao Qingqing! Where are the clothes I put inside!"

Duan Qing poured the porridge into the bowl, and said calmly, "Last night you said you wanted to change all the clothes into Gucci ones, and then asked the servant to pack and clean up all the previous clothes, you forgot ?”

Jiang Hang had the idea of ​​wanting to die.

It really seemed like something he could do.

Duan Qing has money, no matter how much he can spend, he doesn't need to pick out clothes himself, if he tells Duan Qing what he wants, Duan Qing will order someone to buy them all within half a day.

Jiang Hang pouted, cautiously stuck his head out of the cloakroom,

"Then, what am I wearing..."

He had tried his best to avoid showing his naked body, but he still showed his thin shoulders and delicate collarbone to the man who was sitting on the sofa waiting for him to eat.

Duan Qing raised his head, obviously breathing stagnantly.

The crackling in the air began to explode small sparks of desire/desire again.

Jiang Hang suddenly felt that this kind of Duan Qing was really fun. He was obviously only 22 years old and a milk baby who hadn't graduated from college yet, but he had to show a restrained appearance in front of him in a suit and leather shoes that controlled the audience.

He pursed his lips and squeaked, lifted his hair and said softly, "Ah, if I don't have clothes to wear, people will catch a cold~ I'm almost thirty, and my old arms and legs have to work every night, really I can't stand the little wind blowing in this big winter."

Although it is indeed winter, it snowed all night outside the window.

But the indoor air conditioner was turned on to 27 degrees!

Duan Qing's hand holding the newspaper seemed to be tightened a little, and he raised his eyes to look at Jiang Hang from above, his slender bare legs wrapped around the door frame.

He hurriedly turned his head away, coughed slightly,

"Wear mine, stop playing, the food will be cold."

"Got it!"

Jiang Hang is a cheap person. For example, if he wants to ask Duan Qing something he shouldn't know, he won't say it clearly, but wears all kinds of flirtatious clothes, and then deliberately teases Duan Qing, making the pure little wolf dog angry , and asked on the bed.

While brushing his teeth, he checked his WeChat Moments and saw a message.

Then when he came out, he only put Duan Qing's shirt on, revealing his long white legs, and unbuttoned three collar buttons.

Duan Qing unnaturally spread cheese on the bread for him and turned around.

Jiang Hang was lying on the table, he looked very evil, looking at Duan Qing with peach blossom eyes, spitting bubbles from his mouth,

"Xiao Qingqing..."

"what's up."

"Xiao Qingqing~"

"What's up!"

"Xiao Qingqing!"

Duan Qing stopped the chopsticks that were picking up food for Jiang Hang, "Say!"

Jiang Hang puffed his cheeks and organized his language for a long time before speaking like a child,

"I just checked Moments, your brother Duan Ling, is the wedding scheduled for the first day of next month..."

Duan Qing really broke the chopsticks this time.

Duan Ling, Jiang Hang's ex-boyfriend.

Duan Qing's real brother.