President of Zhuma PK

When Song Ci woke up, he found that he was the only one left in the box, wearing a suit jacket, and the owner of the jacket had disappeared.

He put his suit jacket aside, stood up and stretched his numb legs, and when he looked down, he saw a stack of red banknotes and a note on the table.

Song Ci bent down to pick up the note, which only had a name and a string of mobile phone numbers on it.

He crumpled up the notes and threw them into the trash can, then picked up the banknotes and counted them. There were fifty in total, which was 5000 yuan.

Song Ci put the money into his trousers pocket expressionlessly, then grabbed the suit jacket and walked out the door.

As soon as he walked out of the box, he saw An Xu walking towards him from the other end of the corridor.

Seeing Song Ci, An Xu quickened his pace and came to him in a moment.

An Xu looked at him strangely, and asked, "Did Young Master Qin do anything to you?"

"No, he just slept on my lap." Song Ci handed the suit jacket to An Xu, "This is the clothes left by the guests."

An Xu didn't answer, "You keep it, and return it to him personally when he comes back from the download."

Song Ci withdrew his hand and asked, "Brother Xu, is there anything else?"

"No." An Xu said, "Go and do your work."

Song Ci returned to the clothing room, folded Qin Song's clothes and put them in the locker, ignoring the scrutiny of several colleagues, turned and left the clothing room, and walked to the bathroom.

When he came out of the bathroom, he happened to meet Li Fan, who was struggling to help a fat and drunk customer to the bathroom.

Song Ci stepped forward to give a hand, and helped the guest into the bathroom together, and stood in front of the urinal.

When the guest took out the bird to pee, Li Fan asked, "Have you been made things difficult by the guest?"

Song Ci smiled slightly and said, "No, don't worry."

Li Fan said, "That's good."

After the customer finished urinating, he stuffed the bird back into his crotch, zipped it up, turned his head and saw Song Ci's face, an extremely ugly smile appeared on his fleshy face, and said inarticulately: "Little handsome guy, Where did you come from? Go and drink with me."

As he said that, he was about to break away from Li Fan's support and hug Song Ci.

Song Ci was startled, and immediately let go to hide.

The guest jumped at nothing, laughed twice, and said, "Little handsome guy, are you going to play games with me? Okay, I'm coming to catch you."

He staggered and was about to walk towards Song Ci, but Li Fan grabbed him forcefully and said loudly to Song Ci, "Go!"

Song Ci nodded hurriedly, and ran out of the bathroom avoiding the guest.

Running all the way back to the door of his box, Song Ci still had lingering fears.

He stood against the wall, trying to compose himself.

He cannot be afraid.

This is just the beginning, and it may be many times worse than this in the future. Not every guest will be like Qin Song, who only needs to quietly act as a pillow to get rich returns.

He can no longer run away like just now, he must learn to deal with it, for money, especially for Li Fan.

After serving another wave of customers, it was time to get off work.

Song Ci was very grateful to An Xu for arranging him in this box, because the guests in this box were of high quality and basically would not make unreasonable demands, and the money was indeed generous. Song Ci got a tip of 7000 yuan just for one night.

Song resigned from the clothing room to change, and sat on the sofa to wait for Li Fan.

There were two people sitting on the sofa opposite, they were the waiters in charge of the ordinary box, they were looking at Song Ci unscrupulously while whispering to each other.

Song Ci only vaguely heard a few insulting words, but he was too lazy to answer, and sat there with an indifferent face.

Not long after, the two left, and before they left, they still gave Song Ci a contemptuous look.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, Li Fan came in.

Song Ci stood up, and before he could speak, he saw the bruise on the corner of Li Fan's mouth and the swollen left cheek.

You don't have to think about it to know that the fat man in the toilet did it.

Song Ci stared at Li Fan's face intently, unable to utter a word.

Li Fan said, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

Song Ci was silent for a while, and finally said, "I'm sorry."

Li Fan paused when he opened the cabinet door, and said, "Don't say sorry to me, the last three words I want to hear from you are sorry."

Song Ci said, "I don't know what else to say except I'm sorry."

Li Fan took off his overalls and stuffed it into a locker, "You can say that you are so handsome, you are so powerful, I like to hear them all."

Song Ci smiled slightly and said in a low voice, "You are really amazing."

Li Fan quickly changed his clothes and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Song Ci felt it and said, "A little bit."

Li Fan said: "Let's go for a late-night snack. There is a bar not far from the nightclub, which stays open until very late."

Song Ci nodded and said yes.

The two walked to the skewer bar, ordered lamb skewers and grilled chicken wings, and ordered a bowl of hot noodle soup.

While waiting for the food, Song Ci couldn't help asking, "Why don't you hide?"

Li Fan said: "Sometimes a few punches can solve many problems, but avoiding them can't."

Song Ci was speechless.

He suddenly remembered the scene of Li Fan lying on the ground and being punched and kicked by Li Guolai.

My heart suddenly hurts.

Song Ci suddenly realized that he couldn't help feeling sorry for Li Fan recently.

This is not a good sign.

Song Ci hurriedly restrained his mind, and said instead: "By the way, how much do we still owe others?"

Li Fan thought for a moment and said, "More than 2."

Song Ci said: "If it's more than 2 yuan, you can pay it off this month, and then you can resign from the nightclub."

Li Fan hummed in a low voice.

Song Ci followed up and said, "We agreed, you can't go back on your word."

Li Fan hummed again.

Song Ci wanted to say something more, but the waiter came over with the plate, and he stopped talking.

After supper, the two still took the night bus home.

Because he slept in the box for more than two hours at night, Song Ci was not as sleepy as yesterday.

He watched the city of S shrouded in night, and always felt that it was much gentler and more amiable than in the daytime.

He still preferred the night to the day, after all.

Back home, Song Ci boiled an egg while Li Fan was taking a bath, and when he came out of the bath, the egg was just out of the pot.

Putting the eggs in a bowl to dry for a while, it didn't feel so hot. Song Ci peeled off the egg shells, then took the eggs to Li Fan's bed and sat down, saying: "Sit down a little, I'll help you use the hot water. Apply an egg and the bruise will go down quickly."

Li Fan put down the novel in his hand, sat up straight, faced Song Ci, tilted his head slightly, and turned the corner of his injured mouth to him.

Song Ci moved closer to him, put the egg on the corner of his bruised mouth, and slowly turned it around.

They were so close, breathing and smelling each other, Li Fan was so nervous that he didn't know where to look, his heart was pounding.

Li Fan couldn't help worrying, Song Ci couldn't hear his heartbeat, right?

He moved his body back calmly, Song Ci immediately stopped him: "Don't move, the egg should fall."

Li Fan hastily kept still, sitting there stiffly, looking up, not looking at Song Ci's face that was close at hand.

Song Ci concentrated on helping him apply the corners of his lips, keeping his eyes on his lips.

Looking at it, my thoughts wandered a little, heading in an unspeakable direction.

The end of his nose was filled with the fresh smell of Li Fan's body just after taking a bath, which made the air between them ambiguous.

Song Ci slightly closed his eyes, drove away those messy thoughts in his mind, and focused on the hot compress.

When the eggs were not so hot, Song Ci stopped and said, "Go to bed first, I'll take a bath."

Li Fan sat back on the bed, picked up the novel, and said hello.

Song Ci took a change of clothes, walked into the bathroom, closed the door behind his back, turned on the faucet, and let out a long breath amidst the rushing water.

He doesn't know what's wrong with him recently, he always has strange feelings and thoughts towards Li Fan.

He had obviously told himself hundreds of times that he couldn't do it, but that strange feeling always popped up when he was unprepared.

He and Li Fan...absolutely not.

Li Fan had clearly told him that he was not gay and had no interest in men.

Once Li Fan is aware of his strangeness, how can the relationship between the two of them be maintained?

Therefore, he must not be tempted by Li Fan, absolutely not.

In the room, Li Fan was holding the novel, but didn't read a single word.

The sound of rushing water kept hitting his eardrums, and a beautiful picture involuntarily appeared in his mind, making Li Fan's body extremely hot.

He lifted the quilt and exposed his body to the air, and felt better.

Since when did the passion for Song Ci begin?

Li Fan can't remember clearly, it probably started with a lingering spring dream.

He has been suppressing this evil desire, but the more he suppresses it, the more it expands, making him panic.

Li Fan told himself hundreds of times that he couldn't, that he couldn't have sex with Song Ci, but every time he had close contact, his enthusiasm suddenly rose.

In the beginning, he could still deceive himself and others with his adolescent sexual impulsiveness, but now, Li Fan can no longer deceive himself.

He wants Song Ci.

But he can't, he can't.

From the moment he promised Leslie to become a commodity, he lost all possibilities with Song Ci forever.

He could only stay beside Song Ci not far and not close, that's all.

The sound of water stopped.

Li Fan put down the novel, lay down facing the wall, covered the quilt again, and closed his eyes.