double duty

The next day.

Gu Zhi's whole body was sore, as if he had been run over by a car, and he was trapped in the soft bed, with a familiar smell in his breath.

...how did he come back?

No one knows that he lives in Jinyu, south of the city.

His dizzy head couldn't give an answer, his forehead was still sore, his eyelids were so tired that they were pressing down, his throat was so dry that it was smoking, and he was about to get up and look for water to drink.

Turning on the bedside lamp, the dark and thick room was brightened instantly.

As far as the eye can see, underwear, socks, shirts and other clothes are scattered everywhere.

One of the dark pants made Gu Zhi instantly awake.

This... this is not his!

Did he bring someone back after drinking and having sex! ?

Gu Zhi's throat was tight, and his left hand accidentally touched the warm skin, which made him shiver, and he didn't dare to look aside.

He took the time to feel it, whether he felt that uncomfortable.

No, it's quite refreshing.

In other words, he was the one who gave him up?

…good.

No loss.

He covered his forehead with regret, touched the bruise, and hissed.

This is going to be discovered by the patron, and he must not let it go.

Gu Zhi turned his back to the man, opened the bedside table, skillfully pulled out a cigarette, and lit it.

He exhaled a mouthful of white mist, "Brother, are you awake?"

There was the rustling of the bedding from behind.

Gu Zhi's heart was beating violently, and the feeling of having sex with others behind his back was extremely subtle.

He wanted to take out his mobile phone to check the balance, but he couldn't find it, so he could only estimate, "Let's make a price, how much can seal your mouth."

The man was silent for a while, then chuckled, with a low and sexy voice, "How much can you drive?"

Inexplicably familiar.

But Gu Zhi's mind is now in a mess, and he has no time to think about other issues.

He took a drag on his cigarette, gritted his teeth and said, "One hundred thousand."

This money is the slap compensation given by the benefactor.

The man didn't answer.

Gu Zhi glanced sideways, the man's white waist was exposed, the muscle line was just right, it should be pleasing to the eye, but it was covered with seven or eight red marks, ruining the beauty.

Hold…

He is also too raw.

"Too little?" Gu Zhi dodged his eyes, feeling sorry for himself, and said cruelly, "15."

The man still didn't speak.

"Brother, don't be too greedy." Gu Zhi thought he was still not satisfied, and his voice became colder, "20, that's all I have."

Gu Zhi saw that he hadn't made a sound for a long time, and was about to speak when an arm was stretched between his belly, but before he could react, the man leaned forward, his chest pressed against his back, scorching hot, ambiguously leaning forward Gu Zhi's ears.

"Such a generous shot? Boss."

The moment the person posted it, a familiar aroma filled his nostrils, and this cello-like voice woke Gu Zhi up.

"...Brother?" Gu Zhi was dumbfounded.

Who else but Shang Yizhou?

But why is Shang Yizhou here? Shouldn't he be by Genuine's side?

Also, how did he find him.

There were a hundred thousand whys in Gu Zhi's mind instantly.

Shang Yizhou circled him and hummed.

Gu Zhi babbled and asked, "How did I... come back?"

Shang Yizhou returned to him, "I carried it back."

"From where...?"

Shang Yizhou asked back, "What do you think?"

"...KTV?"

"Turn around and thank Uncle Chen," Shang Yizhou let go of him, "Without Uncle Chen, I really couldn't get you down from the seventh floor."

Gu Zhi muffledly agreed.

He didn't want to see Uncle Chen for a year.

Shang Yizhou got up and wrapped himself in pajamas in front of Gu Zhi.

"...Brother," Gu Zhi glanced at the red marks on Shang Yizhen's body, some of which were seeping blood during his movements, and he clearly had the answer in his heart, but he still asked without giving up, "Did I...scratch?"

He doesn't drink well, he tends to go crazy when drunk, and he doesn't remember anything when he wakes up.

And the last time he got drunk was three years ago, and the only impression he had was that when he woke up the next day, there were bright finger marks on Shang Yizhou's handsome face.

For this reason, Shang Yizhou took a week off, and I don't know how many activities he turned down.

Shang Yizhou raised his eyebrows slightly, "Otherwise?"

Gu Zhi's gaze slowly moved to Shang Yizhou's face, which was fair and handsome, without any scars.

Good luck.

He breathed a sigh of relief and sincerely apologized, "Brother, I'm sorry, there will be no next time."

Shang Yizhou tapped the bruise on Gu Zhi's forehead lightly with his fingertips, "Does it still hurt?"

"It hurts." Gu Zhi clung to Shang Yizhou's arm and flattered him, "Brother, it won't hurt anymore."

"Get up and eat." Shang Yizhou was not in a high mood, ignored him, withdrew his hand lightly, and walked outside.

have to.

The gold master is not happy.

Gu Zhi scratched his hair decadently, took out clean clothes from the cloakroom, put them on, and walked slowly downstairs.

Three dishes and one soup were set on the table, steaming.

Gu Zhi pulled out his chair and asked, "Brother, have you seen my phone?"

He searched the whole circle, but there was nothing there.

Shang Yizhou glanced at him, and pushed the white box next to his hand in front of his eyes, "Your old one broke, and the phone card was pulled out."

"Thank you brother." Gu Zhi unpacked and pressed the card in. He saved all the important things in the old phone to the cloud disk.

As soon as WeChat was uploaded, dozens of messages filled the line of sight.

Qin Wei's Song Yu's assistant.

After Gu Zhi finished answering one by one, 10 minutes passed.

He took two mouthfuls of rice indiscriminately, bit the tip of his chopsticks, and asked tentatively, "Brother, how do you know I'm in KTV?"

He actually wanted to ask, since the genuine ones are back, why is there still time to deal with his fake ones.

But after thinking about it, this kind of question can't be asked.

Shang Yizhou rolled his eyelids and said casually, "Guess."

"Oh…"

Shang Yizhou didn't want to say, so Gu Zhi could only guess by himself.

Did he call the patron?

its not right…

His latest impression is that he has received news from Shang Yizhou.

"Gu Zhi." Shang Yizhou suddenly shouted, like a very weak sigh, full of reluctance and nostalgia.

This call was like an invisible hand that quickly and accurately clenched Gu Zhi's heart, and it hurt a little.

He looked at Shang Yizhou suspiciously and without knowing why. He had been with Shang Yizhou for eight years, and the number of times Shang Yizhou called him Gu Zhi was so rare that he thought he should be Xiaoqiu at one point, but luckily Shang Yizhou would remind him from time to time.

He is Gu Zhi, not Xu Yuqiu.

"Why do you look less and less like you?" Shang Yizhou said indifferently, with mixed emotions.

He seemed to be looking at a fake, a fake full of flaws, his eyes piercingly made him feel like sitting on pins and needles.

Not like it?

Gu Zhi's professionalism suddenly rose.

It shouldn't be, he is lazy, or the donor's requirements have become higher.

Gu Zhi pulled out a gentle smile, "Brother, I'll change it."

This is what he learned the most.

Shang Yizhou stared at him with eyes as deep as cold pools. "Stop laughing."

There was no trace of a smile on his face, this appearance reminded Gu Zhi instantly, when he discovered the existence of Xu Yuqiu, when Shang Yizhen told him it was over.

Is the same cold and ruthless.

Gu Zhi's smile stopped immediately, and his fingertips trembled on the table.

The real thing is back, so should his fake be out?

He stared at the table and asked softly, "Brother, don't you want me?"