In the golden cage

The astonishment in Ji Shaoting's eyes and the calmness in his mouth betrayed each other, he asked "What?", but the answer came first in his eyes: You are talking nonsense.

"President Li really asked me to come here." The male student continued to laugh, shrugged his shoulders, took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, opened the WeChat interface in two or three clicks, and forwarded it to Ji Shaoting.

It was indeed Li Chen's tone, the concise imperative sentence: Tonight at ten o'clock, choose a good place.

After getting out of the car, Ji Shaoting didn't feel cold all the time, but now the cold winter has taken over his bone marrow.

The latest conversation was not long ago, Ji Shaoting did some calculations, it should be after he delivered supper to Li Chen, Li Chen took advantage of his inattention to find a gap to send, and asked the male student to go back.

The wording was as rude as when he was greeted, just a short sentence: no need.

"That mole on the end of your eyebrow..." The boy had approached at some point, "It's so special, is it red? Or brown?"

The warm breath brushed over Ji Shaoting's cheeks, Ji Shaoting's heart tightened, and he hurriedly took two steps back to get a normal distance from this person, but there was a rare look of guard on his face.

The boy showed his white teeth with a smile, and his whole body was dusty from gaudy for no reason, with a somewhat pure taste.

"You are the same as me." He said this out of nowhere, and Ji Shaoting looked at him warily.

He stopped laughing, and fell back into the air of makeup: "Boss Li likes it, Chun. He always chooses people with this kind of appearance, and he likes the contrast between the bed and the bed. Your face shape is also the most suitable for him." Yes, it's a bit meaty, easy to pinch. Does he often ask you to bite him?"

Ji Shaoting broke out in a cold sweat and couldn't speak a word.

The boy's face showed the pleasure of getting revenge: "So what if it's Mrs. Li? You are the same as me, maybe you haven't done as well as me, or what else did Boss Li ask me to come out tonight? He is He's a very lustful person, let alone—"

Taking advantage of Ji Shaoting's unpreparedness, he suddenly approached and whispered into his ear: "You are not the real Mrs. Li."

Ji Shaoting froze.

"Everyone knows from the bottom of their hearts that Boss Li's mother has cancer, and the urging of the marriage is urgent. He is anxious to find a clean and suitable marriage partner. It is such a coincidence that your company has gone bankrupt, and it is just to pay off the debt."

That's true, Li Chen is a public figure, and even the tiniest leftovers are worth talking about, let alone a marriage.

Even a college student with the least human network has figured out the ins and outs. I am afraid that Aunt Chen herself already knows it well.

The whole world knows that they are fake, a pair of puppets on the stage, only they themselves almost believe it—or, only him, Ji Shaoting, almost believe it.

"Okay, it's so cold, let's not talk about it," the male student's tone was relaxed and sarcastic, "Mrs. Li must take good care of your husband, so that he doesn't come out to find someone again. Just look for someone, and come and flirt with him as soon as you are called." Let’s go now, people are playing around, are you angry?”

Anger is of course anger, Ji Shaoting understood why this boy wanted to say such disgusting words from the moment he saw Li Chen's two imperative sentences.

Still a child, Ji Shaoting thought while lowering his voice: "This way of revenge is very childish."

"Then what else do you think I can do?" The boy sneered, "I really liked that person before, and I still like him now. If I don't vent it, I will die. I'm just jealous of your luck. He chose. If you want to make a small report with him, then I am not afraid, anyway, he played with me first tonight, so I—"

"I can not say."

Ji Shaoting sighed, and the white mist melted into the cold air of the night at the end of the year.

The boy saw Ji Shaoting turn around, with a cinnabar mole on the tail of his eyebrow hidden by the neon lights, it seemed like a proof of his identity for a moment.

He left a sentence, which was very soft, and passed by his ear. The boy stood there and caught it for a long time. It was not until Ji Shaoting got back into the car and closed the door that he slowly heard what it was: "I Not like you."

"Red, the brownish kind."

"The mole at the end of your eyebrow is so special. Is it red? Or brown?"

Sitting in the car, Ji Shaoting stared at the toy bird in the front seat, red with a little brown.

It turned out that Li Chen's favorite color was the color of his eyebrow mole.

Yes, Li Chen likes his face the most.Pure, with no bad intentions, black and white pupils, everything allows him to see clearly and grasp everything.He has a strong desire to control everything.

Li Chen has no interest in Ji Shaoting's insides, so he is unwilling to take care of his feelings, respect his decision, and encourage him to do what he wants to do.

Even after doing something wrong, he will not say sorry, just wait for himself to reconcile with him.

A night of affection was not enough to heal, and the wound from Li Chen recurred again.

The further the car drove out of the commercial street, the darker the night became.At the end of the year, Ji Shaoting thinks that he can only use four words to describe this year: nothing has been achieved.

Li Chen asked him to wait for him to come back, without saying whether he was awake or going to bed first, Ji Shaoting was awake and sat on the balcony awkwardly.When Li Chen came back, he was full of warmth, leaning against the door frame and smiling.Ji Shaoting loves seeing him smile the most. If he doesn't know the truth, he thinks that he might really sink tonight and never come back to life.

But he didn't, he only felt cold and sober from the inside out, so cold that he could even watch himself act.He realized that he was smiling, so shallow that it only stopped on the flesh: "You're back?"

"Well," Li Chen came over and sat on the edge of the bed, "I'm back."

He wanted to touch Ji Shaoting's face, but he remembered that his hands were cold, and he was carrying the cold outside, so he finally stood up and said, "I'm going to take a shower first."

At night, Li Chen really came to ask for a hug.

Under the warm quilt, his hug was the same as every time before, unrestrained, like a fire.The same goes for the kiss, vicious and obsessive, wrapping him to the brink of suffocation.

"He's a very lusty man."

Ji Shaoting avoided Li Chen and yelled that he couldn't do it, and said in his heart that he was right, Li Chen is a man who needs a lot to create this kind of passionate physical contact.

If it wasn't for his impromptu intention to deliver supper tonight, I'm afraid Li Chen would be hugging and kissing someone else now.

In fact, Ji Shaoting also knew that the relationship between Li Chen and that boy was just to relieve the relationship.After all, Li Chen hasn't vented for so long, and he can't do it himself, so there is nothing wrong with him going out to find someone.There is nothing wrong with it, they are not a real couple... But, but...

But he still felt the nausea and pain of being betrayed, as if a piece of flesh was missing in his heart.

"Enough." Ji Shaoting panted, tears streaming down his face, but Li Chen didn't know it in the darkness, he just continued chasing Ji Shaoting's lips, saying: "Not enough."

"It's really enough," Ji Shaoting blocked Li Chen's face, "Let's sleep, shall we? You're tired from working so long today."

"Not tired," Li Chen said hoarsely, "Ting Ting, Ting Ting..."

He grabbed Ji Shaoting's fingers and kissed them one by one, trembling with excitement, "Today is your first... first time to be my wife."

With such unreasonable love suppressed, Ji Shaoting couldn't find a way out.

Li Chen put Ji Shaoting's hand on his ear and rubbed it against his ear, biting each word hard in a low voice, as if he was sentenced to some kind of imprisonment:

"A real wife."