The wicked have their own evil

Zitong returned to her room, sat on the sofa tiredly, rubbed her temples, and closed her eyes to rest.

He and his so-called father have not tried to live like father and son, he disdains, and he also disdains.It should be said that he only provided one sperm, but this sperm was really expensive, so expensive that his mother and grandmother also lost their lives.

He opened his eyes slightly, his eyes were blurred, and he vaguely saw a beautiful and haggard woman squatting halfway in front of him, gently rubbing little Zitong's hair with her slender hands, and a gentle voice rose in his ears.

"Tongtong, promise mom that you will never do anything that violates the rules and laws in the future, and don't be like your father."

Little Zitong stared at her big curious eyes, and asked childishly, "What is violating the law?"

"When you grow up, you will understand." The sadness that could not be concealed on her mother's beautiful face, Zitong couldn't help stretching out her hand to smooth her frowning brows.

bell bell bell…

The loud ringing of the mobile phone woke him up. He frowned and picked it up to see that it was an unfamiliar number, so he hung up without hesitation.Within five seconds, it rang again and hung up again.

After about a minute of silence, a text message came from the phone: Answer the call for Lao Tzu.

With this tone, he didn't even need to think about who it was.He waited calmly, and sure enough, the bell rang quickly.

After he connected, before he had time to speak, he heard a distraught voice: "Where did you go?"

He was silent for a moment and asked, "Who gave you my number?"

"Who do you care? I haven't answered my question yet?" After finishing his affairs in the gang, he ran to Zitong's shop. At first he thought that Zitong was busy, but he sat there all night and didn't see him. with him.

"Don't tell me I hung up." Zitong didn't say anything, but actually hung up the phone.

Before he put down the phone, the ringtone started to ring again, and the sound he heard after connecting was like a deflated balloon.

"Are you addicted to hanging up on my phone?"

Zitong tugged at the lips and asked, "Who gave the call?"

Zhang Chi said reluctantly, "The girls in your store."

Zitong narrowed his eyes and asked, "Did you bully them?"

"Those guys are as thin as a dry board, who wants to bully?" Zhang Chi pouted, and then teased in a low voice: "If you want to bully, you will be bullying you."

Zitong was speechless for a while, not knowing what to do next, countless men and women showed affection to him, but it was the first time he saw such a direct and rascal man.

"..."

Zhang Chi waited for a long time, only to hear rustling voices, and asked dissatisfiedly, "What are you doing?"

"read newspaper."

"Where did you go?"

Zitong rubbed his sore forehead and said wearily, "America."

"What are you going to America for?"

Zitong couldn't get used to the questioning tone, so her tone became indifferent: "You care too much."

Zhang Chi endured it, and then asked: "Then when will you come back?"

"do not know."

Boss Zhang really couldn't get used to such a cold voice, his displeasure surged up, and his bad temper came out again: "I tell you, I'm in your shop right now, I'll give you two days to come back, otherwise, Just wait for the renovation!"

Zitong: "..."

"Zitong." Zhang Chi's voice suddenly became low.

Zitong: "?"

"What do you think I'm doing?"

Zitong listened carefully, and there was a sudden and fine sound of rubbing, which was very familiar with the rubbing of clothes and pants.

"I listened to your voice, it was hard, and then," Zhang Chi's voice was hoarse and tinged with lust, as if flirting with a lover, and he expressed a sense of satisfaction: "Oh...comfortable."

Zi Tong shook his hand, almost dropped the phone, and hung up the phone directly.

Not long after, a message was received.

I just love your tune, the colder it gets, the more I swell.

In the next second, Zitong simply blocked the number.

the other side--

Zhiyuan Sugar Shop.

While drinking sugar water, the younger brothers secretly looked at Boss Zhang who was laughing like crazy.

The glasses boy whispered tremblingly: "Have you noticed that the boss has become more and more abnormal recently?"

The boy in black: "I also think that just now, I just rubbed my pants with mineral water and made a phone call, and now I'm laughing like this."

The bald boy: "I heard from Lin Zi that the boss has fallen in love recently."

"Oh." All the younger brothers sighed suddenly: "That's normal."

-

early morning.

Zitong carried the suitcase and walked up the steps step by step. When he was about to reach the door of the house, he heard a slight snoring.

Zhang Chi sat on the steps, with his legs stretched lazily, his right hand resting on his head, his eyes closed, and his face wrinkled from time to time, as if he felt uncomfortable sleeping.

Zitong kicked him lightly, Zhang Chi shuddered, stood up abruptly, his footsteps were unsteady and he almost fell beside Zitong.

"Fuck, what are you doing?" Zhang Chi rubbed his sore hands and asked.

"I should ask you this question." Zitong glanced at him and said, "I'm not afraid of scaring the neighbors just sitting here."

"You live on the top floor, who will come up?" Zhang Chi curled his lips.

"What are you doing here?" He asked this question knowingly, and he began to regret it as soon as he finished asking.

"I'm fucking right at your door, what do you think I'm here for?"

He paused, his voice was cool but seemed to chase away customers, "What's your matter, we can discuss it in the store tomorrow."

"I've been waiting for you here for several fucking hours, you drive me back?" He leaned against the wall, crossed his hands, and said.He threatened and lured the little girl from the sugar shop for so long before he uttered the news that Zitong was coming back tonight. After finally waiting for him, tell him to go back now?It's a beautiful idea.

Zitong lowered his head to take out his keys, and looked very gentle, but his wobbly look seemed to be afraid of being led into the house. He sat on the plane for more than ten hours without sleep, so he was naturally a little tired now.But for a man as skinny and shameless as Boss Zhang, Zitong couldn't drive him away.

Zhang Chi backed down slightly: "A bowl of sugar water."

Zitong glanced at him helplessly, and had no choice but to open the door to let him in.

Zhang Chi unceremoniously sat on the mahogany sofa, and Zi Tong, who had a slight obsession with cleanliness, finally couldn't help it, and said with a trembling throat, "Go take a bath."

He was stunned for a moment, and said contemptuously, "I can't fit your clothes." Zhang Chi has a strong body, and although Zi Tong is as tall as him, his frame is slightly narrower than his, so the clothes are naturally not suitable for Zhang Chi to wear.

Zitong: "...how long have you been sitting outside?"

"I'm not here for you." Zhang Chi pouted.

Zitong went in and took a set of white clothes and threw them to Zhang Chi, saying briefly and forcefully, "Take a bath."

Zhang Chi glanced at it with disgust, and made a final struggle: "...I don't want to wear this suit."

Zitong: "Naked or in this suit, you choose."

When Zhang Chi heard this, he smiled and said, "So I wanted to see Lao Tzu naked, so I told you earlier, I can show you now."

Zitong: "..."

Zitong stared at the small scar on the right side of Zhang Chi's head, which he smashed out with a bowl last time: "Do you want the left side to be symmetrical?"

Zhang Chi was threatened, so he reluctantly walked to the bathroom with his clothes on.In less than 10 minutes, Zhang Chi came out. His muscles were tense in his narrow white shirt, and a few drops of water dripped from his flat wet hair, which ran down his cheeks and was exposed under his shirt. The stretched muscles are bulging, powerful, firm and perfect, looming.This is not the type of man that girls generally like nowadays, but this figure and correct facial features seem to be somewhat attractive.

Zitong blinked, and put the noodles and sugar water on the table.

Zhang Chi paid a lot of attention, thinking, is it better to change the method of seduction?

In fact, Zhang Chi thought too much, and Zitong looked at the magazine and said, "Go back after eating."

Zhang Chi shook his hands, looked at the balcony, and said, "It's raining."

Zitong: "I have an umbrella."

Zhang Chi looked at him, and said with a deadpan face: "You let me take a bath, don't you just want me to stay here for one night."

Zitong: "...I didn't say that."

Zhang Chi's skin is as thick as a wall: "Anyway, I'm even wearing pajamas, so I'll sleep here tonight."

Zitong: "..."

Shameless, talking nonsense with open eyes is referring to people like Zhang Chi!Zitong's self-control and calmness for many years are about to collapse on Zhang Chi's side.

Before he could speak, Zhang Chi suddenly sighed: "You don't look so cold now, you look much better."

Zitong: "..."

Zhang Chi buried his head in the soup and muttered, "You were much cuter when you were young than you are now."

Zitong froze suddenly, staring at him with both eyes, while Zhang Chi pursed his mouth and buried his head in drinking the soup.

Childhood, for him, was an intersection of beauty and nightmare.Clenching his hands slightly, now there is an unknown emotion rising from his heart, which is called a thorn in his throat, and he can't explain it clearly.What he dared to remember was only before the age of 11, and he would never forget it, nor did he dare to forget it, as if he had installed a video recorder in his mind and played it in a loop every day.All kinds of things and people in memory are like gravel, and he also holds them tightly in his hands, unwilling to leak through any gaps.

Zhang Chi also felt his mood change, stopped his chopsticks, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zitong pursed her lips and put on the cold mask again.But it was obvious that Zhang Chi wanted to pierce this mask.

"I'll take a shower first, and wash the dishes after eating." He walked to the room and paused: "There is no spare room, so sleep on the sofa if you want to sleep."

Zhang Chi squinted his eyes and smiled promiscuously, wanting me to sleep on the sofa and dream.

He sat on the sofa like an old man, and casually glanced at the hall. It was clean but simply furnished, and the furniture was as sparse as a hotel, not like a permanent resident but a temporary resident.

He scratched his head. The newly bought house can understand that there is less furniture, but there is not even a thing to relieve the boredom. At least the hotel has a TV.