The wicked have their own evil

The next morning, Zhang Chi woke up with a headache. He felt his head was heavy. He hit the left side of his head and sat up with one hand on the mattress. His cloudy eyes glanced forward a few times. Suddenly regained consciousness.

He moved his body, there seemed to be a strange pain behind him, he froze for a moment, and looked down, there were gauzes that had just been bandaged on his naked upper body and a bunch of traces of drunkenness.After he sorted out his thoughts in confusion, he cursed secretly: "Fuck..."

He took the mobile phone from the bedside table and called Zhou Xiaolin. After connecting, a cautious voice came from the other side: "Hey boss, good morning."

Zhang Chi narrowed his eyes and growled, "Zhou Xiaolin, explain to me what happened last night."

Zhou Xiaolin asked in confusion, "What did you say?"

Zhang Chi laughed angrily: "What are you talking about? Why am I at Zitong's house?"

Zhou Xiaolin scratched his head: "No boss, you were the one who said to go to sister-in-law's house yesterday."

Zhang Chi: "... When did I say that?"

Zhou Xiaolin said weakly: "When you were drinking, you kept yelling your sister-in-law's name..." He thought for a while, and then continued to say: "Boss, you don't even know that you were drinking last night as if you were desperate. The sister-in-law's house stopped."

Zhang Chi: "..."

He thought hard, and there were indeed small fragments of Xiao Lin's words flashing through his mind. He held his aching forehead, and dared to send himself to the door to be fucked.But what happened later was like a broken film, and I couldn't remember it alive or dead.He was inexplicably aching, and he didn't know what the deadly virtue was after being drunk.

Zhou Xiaolin swallowed, and whispered, "Boss, you haven't been kicked out, have you?"

Zhang Chi: "... Get lost."

He simply turned off his cell phone. He got out of bed to look for his clothes, but found that Zitong had neatly folded his clothes beside the bed. He stood up, only feeling back pain all over his body.

Zhang Chi: "...fuck."

He picked up his coat and put it on, and walked into the hall with his waist supported.

On the dining table, there was a breakfast, and a piece of white paper was pasted with the words "eat breakfast".

He opened the lid of the bowl, and a hot smell of soy sauce came to his face. He didn't know what it was like, but a warm feeling came out spontaneously, and the lips of his mouth unconsciously opened.No one has made him breakfast since his mother died when he was eight

He sat down, picked up the chopsticks, thought of something, then put it down, took a picture with his mobile phone in the direction of breakfast with a grin, and sent it to his younger brothers happily.

A group of sycophantic words came over in an instant, "Wow, I know it was done by my sister-in-law."

"I envy the boss, the sister-in-law is good-looking and can cook."

"Boss, you are so happy, it looks delicious."?

"..."

"Tsk, it's up to you to say."

After replying the text message triumphantly, Boss Zhang put the phone aside.

-

Zhiyuan sugar shop? ?The short-haired girl hummed a song, lowered her head to clear the table, watched someone come in from the store, raised her head and smiled and was about to say hello, when she saw Zhang Chi, her eyes widened, and she didn't know which direction to point with her shaking hands.

"you you……"

"Where's your boss?"?Zhang Chi looked in a good mood, and the short-haired girl took courage, clutched the rag tightly, and asked defensively, "You, what do you want to do?"

He didn't answer her, and walked directly towards the kitchen.

The short-haired girl hurried over to stop him, saying: "You, don't go in, then no outsiders will be allowed in."

When Zhang Chi heard the word "outsider", he narrowed his eyes and looked at her. Suddenly he was upset, and pinched her face viciously: "Does your boss like to do good deeds, and invite even those who stutter to come to work?"

The short-haired girl gritted her teeth in anger, and shook his hand away: "You're the one who stutters."

He glanced at her work card with the name Zhu Yuanyuan written on it, glanced at her, and grinned: "I said your dad, is this a foresight?"

Zhu Yuanyuan's body is moderate, but she is a girl after all, so she doesn't like to hear such words.She bared her teeth at him angrily. If she couldn't beat him, she would have thrown a rag in his face.

"Don't bully her." Upon hearing the sound, Zitong walked out quickly, speaking helplessly.

Zi Tong was about five steps away from him. Zhang Chi grinned unconsciously when he saw him.He walked up quickly, saw some cream on Zitong's fair cheeks, he stretched out his hand, trying to wipe it off for him, but Zitong took a step back, squinting his eyes in dissatisfaction: "Why are you retreating? "

"How did you come?"

"I think you can't do it, don't move." Zhang Chi pinched his chin, gently wiped the cream off his face with his index finger, and sucked it directly into his mouth.

Zitong said helplessly, "Just wipe it off with a paper towel."

"No." Zhang Chi leaned over and looked at Zitong affectionately, his upper and lower teeth were crispy and sweet, and his voice was ambiguous: "The one on your face tastes sweeter."

Zitong turned her face away, frowning, wondering what she was thinking.

Zhang Chi suddenly stared at his pink lips, Zi Tong's heart skipped a beat, remembering Zhang Chi's usual bad deeds, and looked at him warily.

"what happened?"

There was a small scar on Zitong's lower lip, which was obviously bitten by him yesterday, Zhang Chi felt very distressed seeing it, and the pain in his back was nothing.

"Does it hurt?"

"fine."

"I'll apply medicine to you when you go back, huh?"

Zhu Yuanyuan was dumbfounded, not knowing what kind of performance this was.

Zitong shook her head lightly: "No need, you go back, I have to go to work."

Zhang Chi half-closed his eyes, and smiled: "You want me to go back, okay, you give me the key first."? "What key?"

"What other keys are there, the keys to your house."

Zitong was silent for a while, and said, "I think you may have misunderstood something."

These words poured down Zhang Chi's head like cold water, drowning all the joy on his face. Zhang Chi slowly hid his smile, looked at him and asked, "What do you mean? Misunderstanding?"

Zitong nodded, and said in a cold voice, "Of course it's a misunderstanding. I don't think we have that kind of relationship."

Zhang Chi sneered: "Baby, are you ruthless and ruthless?"

Zitong frowned and said, "This...isn't used like this."

"I don't read many books, but I still like to use them like this."

His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, so it naturally caught the ears of others. There was a lot of discussion behind Zhang Chi. The more unhappy he was now, the more he wanted to find something to do.

He turned around, playing his hooligan nature to find a bad luck to bully, a white hand stretched out, directly clamping his arm, he whispered: "Don't make trouble, I have to go to work, we will talk about it tonight Bar."

Zhang Chi remained silent, if he still didn't understand what he meant and continued to ask, he would be a living resentment to his husband.What the hell, what does this mean, tell him it was a misunderstanding after being fucked?

He looked at him, at his calm peach eyes, a pair of eyes that he liked so much, but now he hated it.

He thought about it for a while, tilted his head and smiled: "Okay, but, I have to get some sweets now..."

There was no smile in his eyes, and he took two steps forward with a sense of oppression. Before Zitong could react, he threw the things on the counter to the ground with a clatter, and pressed Zitong on the counter, hard Grabbing his right shoulder tightly, with five fingers sinking slightly, his eyes were fixed on him like a fierce eagle.

Zitong looked at him warningly, and said, "Zhang Chi, don't make trouble, uh..."

Zhang Chi turned a deaf ear, buried his head, and sucked his neck vigorously, until he was pushed away, he took two steps back, stretched out his hand, looked at the hickey on Zitong's neck, and smiled with satisfaction.

There was a noise coming from behind, but he didn't pay much attention to it, he licked his lips lingeringly, squinted his eyes at Zitong, and said word by word: "Baby, I'll wait for you to get off work, and we'll talk slowly when we go back. "

After Zhang Chi left, Zhu Yuanyuan gently tugged at Zitong's sleeve, and said worriedly, "Boss, that rascal..."

Zitong watched his figure gradually disappear before his eyes, then turned his head and said in a low voice, "It's okay."

-

Zitong packed up the store from ten to eleven every night before returning home from get off work.He thought he would see Zhang Chi at the door of his house as before, but he didn't.

The next day, neither.

Zitong lived peacefully for two days until the third day.

He came out of the shower, half lying on the sofa and rubbing his wet hair. Just as he was about to go to his room to get his cell phone, there was a knock on the door, which stopped after two thumps.

He paused, knowing who was outside the door without even thinking about it.He went over and opened the door, and sure enough, he saw Zhang Chi with a sullen face.He pursed his lips, his face was slightly drunk, and he smelled alcohol all over his body, but the point was that he was injured. There were several bloody knife wounds on his right arm, winding from his upper arm to his wrist, and the blood flowed down The wound fell drop by drop.

"Come and sit." Zitong sighed, pointed to the mahogany sofa, then went to the utility room to get the medicine box, and added another sentence after thinking about it: "Don't sit on the bed."

Zhang Chi covered his wound, lowered his head, and sat obediently on the sofa.Zitong took a stool and sat beside him, carefully helping him with the wound.

Neither of them said a word. After ten minutes of silence, Zhang Chi finally said, "Why didn't you ask me how I got hurt?"

Zitong raised his eyelids slightly, and parroted, "How did you get hurt?"

Zhang Chi said sullenly: "A few idiots came to my territory and hacked my brother, I definitely have to hack them back."

"Yeah." Zitong lowered his head and continued to help him with the wound.

A look of hesitation flashed across Zhang Chi's face, and he said displeasedly, "Can you fucking care about me?"

Zitong raised his eyes and glanced at him, and said casually: "You are just messing around with this. What's the use if I say it, you will continue."

After a few seconds of silence, Zi Tong was caught off guard and was crushed on the dark gray carpet. Zhang Chi straddled him and tightly clenched his hands to the ground.