smell you

When Song Zeyou woke up, he found himself lying in a strange room.

Empty and quiet, the sky outside the large circular floor-to-ceiling windows is dim, and for a while, I don't know what is going on now and in the past.

Get out of bed, step on the soft flaxen carpet, only to realize that you are on top of a skyscraper, and there are thousands of lights below.

Isn't he eating a hundred thousand yellow croakers?

Ah, my head hurts.

He looked down at himself, he was only wearing thermal underwear, where was his coat?

Opening the door, the light outside made Song Zeyou subconsciously close his eyes.

This is a living room with extremely luxurious decoration. His clothes are placed on the European court-style sofa in transparent pockets, which seem to be brought from a dry cleaner.

Regardless, he put on his clothes in three or two strokes.

At this time, Li Zhexi came from the hallway of the living room, wearing only a bathrobe, her hair was wet, she looked very different from the past.

Song Zeyou scolded himself in his heart, he must be drunk again.

"Are you awake? Are you hungry?" Li Zhexi wiped her hair with a dry towel in her hand.

Song Zeyou tried his best to recall, but he couldn't remember anything.

"Why am I here? What is this place? Why are you here?"

Li Zhexi said: "The temperature in the room is so high, don't you feel hot wearing a coat?"

Song Zeyou suddenly thought of something: "Where is my mobile phone? Where are my belongings?"

No wallet, keys, papers, coat or trouser pockets.

Completely chicken-and-duck talk.

Li Zhexi pointed to a stack of receipts on the coffee table: "These are yours, you will understand after reading them."

With a vigilant face, Song Zeyou reached out to pick up the invoices and read them one by one.

Dry cleaning of clothes, dry cleaning of carpets, hotel accommodation——

When he saw that the accommodation fee was as high as [-] yuan a night, he almost fainted.

"What are these invoices for? I'm drunk and don't know anything. Who told you to get me to the presidential suite?! I'll pay for the other dry cleaning fees, this—"

Li Zhexi smiled and said: "Don't be nervous, you are my savior, how can I let you spend money in a hotel invested by myself, this is a [-]% off price."

Song Zeyou's nerves throbbed when he heard "the savior", "Bring me my things, I want to go home."

"Now? Two o'clock in the morning?"

"That thing has to be returned to me. I will not live in this presidential suite. I will live in other rooms in the hotel."

Li Zhexi threw the towel on the sofa, with an unhappy expression on his face: "Xiao Song, am I... really so annoying?"

Song Zeyou pursed his lips in embarrassment and remained silent.

"You were drunk, vomited on me, put you in the presidential suite, worked hard to clean it for you, and didn't charge you a penny, but you acted like I took your mobile wallet and didn't return it to you. If you get into a lawsuit, who bothers to solve it for you? I’m afraid that if you eat in the company’s cafeteria and your health will be damaged, let the chef cook according to your favorite taste and send it to you. It’s like I’m going to poison you to death. Don't mention it, the only thing I did wrong in my life was asking you to deliver food that time."

Li Zhexi spoke loudly and powerfully, and Song Zeyou couldn't even utter a single rebuttal.

Li Zhexi strode closer, so close that Song Zeyou stared at the other's exposed chest.

Song Zeyou swallowed, feeling nervous inexplicably, but he couldn't retreat, and he would appear timid and timid when he retreated.

But Li Zhexi walked too close, Song Zeyou's heart beat faster, and he subconsciously clenched his hands into fists.

"What do you want to do?!!!"

Li Zhexi bypassed him and took out a few sundries such as mobile phone and wallet from the cabinet next to the sofa and put them on the coffee table.

"What do you want... what do you think I will do?"

Song Zeyou blushed slightly, and hurriedly picked up the phone, but it was out of battery.

Li Zhexi silently watched Song Zeyou tidy up his things in a panic, and suddenly he stepped forward and hugged Song Zeyou from behind.

Song Zeyou was shocked and wanted to break free. Li Zhexi had trained his arm strength for nearly four months, and his strength was so strong that he couldn't break free for a while.

Li Zhexi whispered in his ear: "Are you afraid that I will do the same thing as that lawyer? Or are you afraid that I will be more violent..."

Song Zeyou was in a daze, he struggled desperately, Li Zhexi suddenly let go of his hands, and made a gesture of spreading his hands.

Song Zeyou hurriedly backed away five or six steps, panting like a drowning person.

"you……"

How could Li Zhexi know what Yang Chengjun did to him? The place that happened that day was at Yang Chengjun's home on the fifteenth floor of the Emerald Bay Community.

Li Zhexi smiled, and said seriously: "Mr. Yang Cheng said that he was joking with you, do you believe it?"

Song Zeyou stuffed his mobile wallet into his coat pocket, turned around and walked towards the door.

Li Zhexi followed behind him slowly, seeing Song Zeyou's eagerness, panic, and confusion, he smiled lightly and said, "You are also a man yourself, you should know that such a hug means possession and possession... A coward and hypocrite like Yang Chengjun, he should go Until the end, the person who can really take care of you for the rest of your life—"

Song Zeyou finally unlocked the complicated door lock, scrambled out, and ran away, leaving behind all the crazy and nonsense Li Zhexi was absolutely crazy to say such words.

Taking the elevator all the way down, it was past two o'clock in the morning, and the whole hotel looked eerily empty and silent.

As soon as he walked to the lobby, an employee on duty at the front desk called him over.

"Mr. Song, we, Mr. Li, opened a standard single room for you. Here is the room card and the buffet coupon for tomorrow morning. Please keep it."

Song Zeyou took it silently, and asked blankly, "How much?"

"No need, it has already been recorded in Li Dong's account, and the elevator over there goes up to the fifth floor."

Song Zeyou had a splitting headache and his heart was in a mess. He just wanted to find a place where no one was around, to have a quiet time, and to sort out the current messy situation.

He entered room 0520, didn't want to move, just fell on the bed and closed his eyes.

After a long time, he realized, did Li Zhexi just pierce that layer of paper?

Are you confessing to him?

Don't you forget to attack Yang Chengjun when you confess?

Does Li Zhexi also think he is gay?

So the multiple-choice questions given were either Yang Chengjun or Li Zhexi?

Song Zeyou suddenly realized that he had missed an excellent opportunity. When Li Zhexi confessed his love to him, he should justly and sternly refuse or use tactful words to persuade him.

Why did he run away?

Mr. Yang Cheng was that time, and this time again.

If the eldest brother encountered such a thing, he would definitely laugh and break the situation, or else he would definitely fight with his fists.

So he chose to escape... Really not a man at all! ! !