Scumbag's contract canary

Yuan Xi took a bath for a long time, and he rubbed every part of his body.

The traces Tang Du left him were like pieces of paint that were accidentally stained.

After taking a shower, Yuan Xi couldn't think about anything, curled up under the quilt and fell asleep.

When he woke up, Yuanxi felt a cold feeling between his legs.

He didn't dare to think about who the person who applied the medicine was, and got up from the bed after calming down for a while.

Tang Du was sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a newspaper in his hand. He was wearing the black robe that was thrown away last night, and his chest was opened in a large area.

Just looking at Yuanxi, he lowered his head and walked towards the restaurant, pretending not to notice Tang Du.

The newspaper flipped and made a "rustling" sound, and Tang Du's voice followed: "I made an appointment with a doctor for you, and he will come after breakfast."

Yuan Xi trotted over in a panic, Tang Du didn't look up while reading the newspaper, so he could only grab his clothes to draw his attention.

For the first few times, Tang Du didn't pay attention, he was still moving slowly, his eyes moving on the newspaper.

Soon Yuan Xi realized that Tang Du did it on purpose. His pulling movements were indeed very light, but the footsteps coming were not small, so it was impossible for Tang Du not to hear them.

Yuan Xi frowned angrily, just as his fingertips let go of his robe, his wrist was pulled back, his heel hit Tang Du's calf, one slipper flew off, and the other was still hanging on Yuan Xi's toes, arched by him With the instep hanging, the man sat on Tang Du's lap again.

Tang Du didn't mind that Yuan Xi supported his shoulders, stroked his wrist, and asked, "What's the matter? Don't want to?"

Yuan Xi finally found a chance to nod.

Tang Du tightened his grip on Yuan Xi's waist, and easily pulled out his trouser belt with his free hand to poke inside, but Yuan Xi grabbed him.

Yuan Xi's hand was a circle smaller than Tang Du's, and he only caught half of his palm along the tiger's mouth. Tang Du held it instead, with five fingers embedded in the back of Yuan Xi's hand, and pulled it down forcefully.

Feeling Yuan Xi's struggle, Tang Du increased his strength, tilted his head, and his lips just landed on the side of his neck that was sunken because of leaning back.

"Don't let the doctor see it? Then I will see it."

Yuan Xi shook his head, his hand turned white when he was being held. In the end, it was of no avail, so he let go of his strength and fell down on Tang Du's shoulder uncontrollably.

"much better."

Tang Du patted his waist to make him stand up.

"The medicine is on your bedside, go have breakfast first."

There is a three-day holiday on New Year's Day, and there are no classes at school, and there are no classes at the studio where I go out to work part-time.Yuan Xi didn't know Tang Du's itinerary, but seeing that he had no intention of leaving, he planned to go to the school studio after breakfast.

Yuan Xi sent a message to Tang Du in the room, and when he went downstairs, he happened to see Tang Du looking at his phone.Hearing the sound of him coming downstairs, Tang Du raised his head to look at him, put the phone aside and picked up the newspaper again, and said lightly: "Come back early."

Yuan Xi just paused, but did not agree to him.

Uncle Chen was waiting for him outside, and Yuan Xi followed him to the underground garage. When he was about to get into the car, Yuan Xi grabbed Uncle Chen, signed in front of him, and asked, "Do you have to drive this car?"

Uncle Chen was taken aback after understanding it, and said, "If you don't like it, I can ask Mr. Tang."

Hearing that he wanted to ask Tang Du, Yuan Xi seemed not so willing again.

He sat in the car and thought about it for a while, then took out his mobile phone and sent Uncle Chen a v-letter: Then please ask me, can the car be a little more low-key?

There is no one in the school's studio today, and the exam week is coming back on New Year's Day. Most students choose to go out and have fun during this holiday.

Not long after Yuan Xi sat down, he received a message from Yu Zeming, asking him if he would like to participate in the activities of the photography club.

The photography club was the only one that Yuan Xi joined, at first he joined because all three people in the dormitory joined him.Later, because of an accident at home, the camera was sold along with it, and Yuan Xi rarely appeared in the club.

Yu Zeming knew Yuan Xi's dilemma, so he said: "It's just going out for fun, not work, so there's no need to take pictures everywhere."I went to the hot spring hotel in Fengshan, do you want to play together?

Of course Yuan Xi wanted to avoid Tang Du, but he also thought of Tang Du's reaction to Yu Zeming last night, so he just told Yu Zeming: Let me think about it.

When Uncle Chen came to pick up Yuanxi in the evening, the car had already been changed, and it was a common brand on the street.

Uncle Chen turned the steering wheel and said, "Mr. Tang asked someone to pick it up temporarily in the afternoon."

When the car drove into the area of ​​the villa, Yuan Xi sent a V letter to Tang Du: Thank you.

The day he got Tang Du's contact information, Yuan Xi was very embarrassed.

The last savings of the family were used to bury their parents who died in an accidental car accident. The creditors from all walks of life heard that Yuan Zhifang and He Yao were dead, and they were even more worried that the money in their hands would not be recovered. They made an appointment to gather together to find Yuanxi collects debts.

A group of people shouted and pointed at each other, no one wanted to hear what Yuan Xi had to say.

The people who claimed to understand turned the rented house upside down, and Yuan Xi stood by the window, watching them throw out torn books, old paint boxes, and paintbrushes with forked hairs out of the room, and finally came out with nothing to give Yuan Xi slapped him across the face.

"You are useless!"

"I don't expect you to pay back, you won't be worth a few cents if you sell it!"

"What the hell is this family? It's not enough for me to be miserable, but to harm others!"

Swearing came in and left cursing, the people who came to collect debts became even more angry because of Yuan Xi's unshakable indifference.

A slap was not enough, and a kick was added, pulling his collar and pushing.

But no one knows, it doesn't help.

The door was kicked open forcefully, shaking the dilapidated building, and the old lady next door couldn't bear it anymore, came over and shouted loudly: "Yuanxi! What are you doing!"

Yuan Xi clutched his colic lower abdomen, walked over slowly, and picked up the paint box.

Yuan Xi cherishes the paint very much. In each grid of the paint box, different colors are clearly separated.

When he opened the lid that day, he was distressed to find that the black paint had flowed into the grid containing the white paint, and it was no longer clean.

Before he could stand up, his cell phone rang. The caller was from an unfamiliar number, and a professional female voice answered, "Hello, Mr. Yuan Xi, I am the special assistant of Tang Du, President of Huazhou, and my name is Chen Jingyun. Mr. Tang wants to see you, and the specific time and place as well as Mr. Tang's contact information will be sent to you by text message."

After Chen Jingyun finished speaking, she hung up the phone, and the screen of Yuan Xi's phone went dark and bright again.

Wechat, phone number, time and place, everything is there.

Few people in the business circle don't know about Tangdu.Yuan Xi first heard about him from Yuan Zhifang, and later they met at a commercial reception.

Yuan Xi couldn't speak, even if he went to the reception, he would just sit and eat by himself most of the time.

That time the heating in the living room was turned on too much, Yuan Xi felt uncomfortable and wanted to go out to take a breath, and walked along the corridor to the terrace somehow.

The lights on the terrace were dim, and the figures of two men could be vaguely seen.The taller one was propping up the marble handrail of the terrace with one hand, and held a cigarette between his fingertips, with a little spark coming out of the cigarette end.

The man's profile was sharp and his expression was careless.

Another person held his shoulders, and their faces were brought together.