After being coveted by old men for many years, I quit

"I think...before I'm mentally prepared," Zhou Cheng looked into the man's eyes, almost with a desperate attitude, and gritted his teeth, "You...can't force me..."

"Forcing you for what?" He Xiao asked with a timely smile.

"You can't force me to... have a relationship."

At the moment when the words fell, Zhou Cheng's tightly clenched palms were already wet with sweat.

He Xiao looked at him and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

In the short few seconds just now, he also vaguely guessed a few possibilities, but he didn't expect Zhou Cheng to be talking about this at all.

sex?

He Xiao thought with great interest, could it be that at this age, he has never been exposed to this kind of thing?

Thinking about it carefully, when he was still a little kid, he could see that he was a good young man who was sitting upright, carrying a schoolbag half the size of a person to and from school every day, and occasionally seeing him, he would greet him crisply , called "Uncle Xiao".

After growing up, even though his parents no longer restrained him, he didn't suffer from the bad habits of rich kids. Instead, he devoted himself to music, which made him more and more different from those dude kids.

Thinking of it this way, He Xiao couldn't help but focus his gaze on that face again, and scrutinized it carefully.

Her fair and delicate skin had a magnificent crimson color, and the tips of her ears were so red that they were about to bleed.

Just talking about this kind of thing makes me so shy...

The appearance of him looking at people with tears in his eyes suddenly appeared in his mind.

He Xiao hardened almost instantly.

This menacing reaction made him slightly startled, but soon he smiled without changing his face and said, "If it's according to your intention, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for a few years."

Zhou Cheng's eyes were shocked, "You don't accept it?"

"It's not that I don't accept it, but there must be a deadline." The man replied slowly.

A hint of confusion leaked out of Zhou Cheng's eyes.

The deadline and the rules are still set by him.

But at least it showed that he was willing to accept the offer, which was much better than the initial expectation that he might refuse.

However, just as Zhou Cheng thought about it, the man's words were like a basin of cold water, extinguishing the hope he had just ignited.

"One month."

He Xiao leaned back in his chair leisurely, "I only give you a one-month deadline, and during this period, I promise not to touch you."

Zhou Cheng looked at him, his brows gradually wrinkled, and his neatly trimmed nails were about to dig into the flesh of his palm.

One month... If a person is always afraid of something coming, he will basically count the days to live, this is just a fleeting period of time.

But at least he has a month to convince himself.

The man obviously didn't intend to change his mind, so Zhou Cheng gave up on the bargaining scene.

This matter went more smoothly than expected, so it was settled.

After the conversation, Zhou Cheng got up and was about to leave, but the man stopped him.

"Do you have time at noon?"

Zhou Cheng originally wanted to go back and have a good sleep, but he didn't have a good rest for several days in a row, and his body was a bit overwhelmed.

But now there is a need for someone, and the man also said that he would not do anything to him within a month, after hesitating for a while, he replied "Yes" in a low voice.

He Xiao lowered his head and glanced at the watch on his wrist, "There is still some time before lunch, you go inside for a rest, and I will call you when the time is up."

As he spoke, he gestured to the door next to Zhou Cheng, which was probably a room like a lounge.

Zhou Cheng wanted to say no, but when he thought that the consequence of refusing would be to sit here and stare blankly, asking him to sit conscientiously in front of this person for half an hour was undoubtedly a form of Lingchi in disguise.

He didn't say any more, he stepped to the door, opened it and went in.

He Xiao watched his figure disappear behind the door, and the pen in his hand twirled around between his fingers, and it fell safely back to its original position.

He raised the corners of his lips, picked up the documents on the table and continued to read.

Chapter 17 Living Together From Today The curtains in the living room are all drawn, the room is very dark, only the outlines of a few furnishings appear in the faint light.

Zhou Cheng almost fell asleep after touching the pillow.

The physical and mental exhaustion of the past few days made him ignore the fact that he was still in the man's territory to the greatest extent, and even this bed was used by men to rest.

But he was too tired, when the burden that had been on his shoulders was finally unloaded, the exhaustion accumulated in these days flooded towards him like a tide.

He slept for about an hour, smelling the vaguely unique smell on the mattress and pillow.

Until He Xiao came in and woke him up.

Zhou Cheng opened his sleepy eyes, his blurred vision glanced at the dim environment around him, and his chaotic sense of cognition caused him to lose his memory for a short time.

However, as the mattress beside him suddenly sank, he quickly remembered.

He Xiao sat by the bed, looked at his ignorant face, his voice was low and slightly hoarse, "Are you awake?"

Zhou Cheng quickly sat up from the bed, and this action also made him subconsciously back away from the man who was too close just now.

He looked at the man's face in the dim light, "What time is it?"

Because I had a dream, it seemed that I had slept for a long time.

He Xiao looked at him quietly, as if there was nothing in his eyes, as calm as a lake without waves.

Zhou Cheng looked away uncomfortably.

After a while, He Xiao stood up calmly.

The voice seemed to be a little less than before, "It's twelve o'clock, go eat when you wake up."

Zhou Cheng naturally had no objection, quickly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, went to the bathroom to wash his face, and followed the man out of the office.

He walked behind and looked at the tall and straight figure in front of him. He wondered if it was his illusion. He woke up after sleeping, and he seemed to be covered with that unique breath, and occasionally he could smell a little bit of it for a few moments. thread.

It wasn't an unpleasant smell, nor did it make him feel uncomfortable, so he didn't take it to heart.

The two drove to a restaurant.

The environment is quiet, and after ordering, the food came out in a short while.

Holding the chopsticks, Zhou Cheng was a little absent-minded. Even though the dishes in front of him were all his favorites in the past, he didn’t even touch the menu when he ordered just now. The names of the dishes on this table were all given by the man himself, but he obviously completely ignored them because of his distraction. at this point.

Pretending to be something in my heart, I couldn't swallow my food.

"What, it's not to your liking?"

He Xiao was holding a goblet that looked out of place with the Chinese dishes on the table, watching him pick up rice grains in the bowl and stuff them into his mouth, he knew that he had no appetite.

Zhou Cheng heard the sound, looked up, saw the man's expressionless eyes, bit his chopsticks and shook his head in a small arc.

"If you don't like these, change the table, or do you prefer western food?"

"No, I don't have much appetite." He declined in a low voice.

The glass on He Xiao's lips froze, he raised his eyes and glanced at him, then put the glass back on the table.

He picked up the spoon in the soup pot, took a clean small bowl, scooped half a bowl of soup into it, and said, "Your mother, I have already sent someone to the intensive care unit. If you can't eat because of this Let's eat, can we have a good meal now?"

With that said, the small half bowl of soup was placed in front of Zhou Cheng.

The soup is very fragrant.

Looking at the steaming and fragrant white porcelain bowl, Zhou Cheng slowly squeezed the chopsticks in his hands tightly.

He couldn't eat it, and it couldn't be said that there was no reason for his mother, but more, it was the man in front of him.

Like now, he gave him a bowl of soup, even though he really didn't have any appetite, he still had to drink it.

In the future, his own life will be like this, casually controlled by this man, this clear cognition reminds him of this all the time.

He Xiao watched as he obediently picked up the spoon, leaned back on the back of the chair, and crossed his slender legs casually.

"Today I will get off work early, if you have nothing to do in the afternoon, you can go there first." He said this in a cold manner.

Zhou Cheng held the spoon and looked up at him.

Before he realized it, the man had already given an explanation with a light smile.

"Cohabitation, starting today."

Chapter 18 Urgent to Wait Zhou Cheng originally thought that he would at least have a little more psychological reaction when he heard the news, but the real situation was that he just froze for a moment, then nodded to show that he knew.

Accepted this matter very calmly, or, had a premonition long ago.

The meal ended in agony, but luckily he didn't eat much later, and the man didn't force him anymore.

After getting in the car, He Xiao asked him, "Where are you going?"

Zhou Cheng sat in the co-pilot, fastened the safety seat, turned his head and said, "...I want to go to the hospital."

Without saying anything, He Xiao started the engine and drove the car away from its original position.

The silver-gray Carrera zipped through the streets in the midday sun.

The cabin is very quiet, and the man's proficient driving skills have also minimized the bumps of the body.

The warm sunshine, the comfortable seat, the slight shaking of the body, everything is comfortable and just right.

If Zhou Cheng hadn't just finished sleeping, he might have fallen asleep again in such an extremely comfortable atmosphere.

But he was awake, so the long period of silence seemed a bit strange.

He tried to let himself turn his gaze to the driver's seat naturally.

The man's perfect and mature profile came into view.

It has to be said that even though Zhou Cheng has always maintained an inexplicable sense of fear towards this person, Zhou Cheng has never denied that this is a person who makes him feel excellent from the bottom of his heart.

Affirmation from men to men.

I believe it's not just him, but everyone else too.

It is obvious that the appearance is excellent. Probably no one would look at such a face and say the word "ugly" without conscience.

Age, a factor that shows disadvantages among most people, seems to be a plus item for him.

As for the means, he didn't know much about the business in the mall, but he had heard about his deeds from his father.

In his words, in his lifetime, he has never seen anyone with the strength of his wrists. He is simply born to be a businessman. Some people have been in this circle for 100 years. Can reach one-tenth of his ability.

What Zhou Cheng couldn't understand was why such an outstanding man, who had already passed his thirties, was still not married at this age, and he didn't even have a partner.

What puzzled him even more was why he treated him...

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't notice that the corner of the man's lips had unconsciously evoked a smile.

"If your mind is as urgent as your eyes, there is no need for me to give you a one-month deadline to make things difficult for each other."

In a trance, the man's voice slammed down.

Zhou Cheng suddenly recovered from his rambling thoughts, and looked away in a panic.

He Xiao glanced at him sideways, and chuckled twice from his throat.

When he arrived at the hospital, He Xiao explained the password of the door lock at home, and said that someone would come to pick him up later.

Zhou Cheng refused, but the man left without replying.

Watching the silver-gray sports car leave, Zhou Cheng thought about the password the man gave just now.

1011, four digits.

It is said that for things like passwords, most ordinary people will use some numbers with special meanings to arrange them, such as birthdays, anniversaries, the time of an important event, and so on.

Zhou Cheng didn't want to spend too much time on such insignificant matters, but just as he walked to the door of the ward, a guess suddenly popped up in his mind.

October NO.11.

He froze.

It was the day he went to find him.

Zhou Cheng only felt that the blood in his whole body seemed to flow backwards in an instant. He stood where he was, his hands and feet were cold.

Compared with horror movies that stimulate the visuals to achieve frightening effects, this kind of frightening real plot makes people feel even more chilling.

Chapter 19 The cohabitation life began He settled down and forced himself to get this matter out of his mind.

Even if it really meant that, he shouldn't be so shocked. After all, the man never concealed his intentions, but this time, he was more blatant.

Zhou Cheng took a deep breath, then pushed open the door of the ward.

This is a private hospital. During the time he was asleep, He Xiao had his mother transferred here, and now everything has been settled properly.

The superior single ward is decorated in light beige tones, clean and spacious.

When Zhou Cheng walked to the hospital bed, the sophisticated medical instruments around him made steady ticking sounds, and the woman lying quietly on the bed still had her eyes closed and did not respond to his approach.

He knelt down slowly and took that slender hand.

After staying in the ward for an afternoon, when I walked out of the hospital, a man walked towards me.

"Mr. Zhou, I am the driver sent by Mr. He to pick you up. Are you going back?"

Zhou Cheng took a look at the man, and then replied "Yeah".

"I'll see you off." The driver gestured to his car parked on the side of the road.

Zhou Cheng followed and got into the car.

In a slight inertia, Zhou Cheng woke up from his light sleep, looked out the car window, and it was the neighborhood that he had visited once that day.

The villas with white walls and red roofs are bathed in the golden orange afterglow of the setting sun.

The driver opened the door for him.

Zhou Cheng got out of the car, pushed open the black metal gate, walked up the steps, and came to the door.

He pressed the string of numbers on the combination lock, and after the recognition bell sounded, the door bar opened with a snap.

The furnishings in the room were still the same as when he came that day, it was empty and there was no one else.

He turned around on the first floor and came to the stairs unknowingly.

Zhou Cheng looked towards the second floor.

After a brief struggle, he stepped on the stairs and went up.

There is a long corridor on the second floor, and a terrace.

It seemed that the end of the corridor was the master bedroom, but the room was an extremely private space, and he didn't intend to visit it without authorization.

So he kicked his feet and went to the terrace.

The setting sun in the distance is gradually setting in the sky, and the layers of clouds are dyed a beautiful golden color.

Zhou Cheng rested his hands on the railing, closed his eyes, and felt the comfort of the breeze on his face.

Before enjoying it for a long time, the sound of a car rolling over the road and approaching suddenly came from downstairs.

He opened his eyes, and the Carrera he had just seen at noon had already driven downstairs.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhou Cheng turned around and ran down the stairs.

However, it was still a step too late, when there were still a few steps left, the man's straight figure had already pushed open the door and entered.

Hearing the sound of him going downstairs, He Xiao naturally looked at him.

The eyes of the two met at a distance of several meters, Zhou Cheng's expression paused, he followed his hurried steps to steady himself, and immediately walked down the stairs calmly.

He Xiao took off his suit jacket, put it on the sofa, looked at him and asked, "Have you had dinner?"

The tone sounded ordinary, but it was inexplicable... People could feel it, with a trace of tenderness mixed in it.

Zhou Cheng stayed in the hospital all afternoon, and he hadn't entered the door for 10 minutes, so of course he hadn't eaten yet.

And it seems a little early for dinner at this time.

He didn't know the meaning of the man's question, so he hesitated for a while without answering.

Seeing this, He Xiao didn't ask any more questions, raised his forearm, took off the cuff buttons on the cuffs, and rolled the sleeves up to his elbows.

"I need a little time to prepare dinner. You can watch TV or go for a walk outside, but don't go too far. Take your mobile phone with you."

Chapter 20 Love Dinner At first, Zhou Cheng didn't quite understand the meaning of the man's words until he watched him walk towards the kitchen.

He followed in a strange way.

He stood outside the door, watching the man open the refrigerator and take out ingredients from it.

It was only then that Zhou Cheng was sure that he really wanted to cook by himself.

The scene in front of him made him feel a little...unbelievable.

In his stereotyped impression, a man in a high position like him might never enter the kitchen once in his life.

Because everything that is needed will be fully prepared.

Just like he used to be.

After Zhou Cheng stood at the door for a while, the man turned around, his eyes fell on his face accurately, with a slight smile on his thin lips.

"Want to help?"

Zhou Cheng felt guilty, and shook his head, "I won't..."

"Then go out for a walk. This community has a good environment. You can see a lake to the left when you go out. You can go there."

After speaking, the man turned back to do his own thing.

Looking at his busy figure, Zhou Cheng felt that there was no point in staying any longer, so he simply went back to the living room.

I wanted to turn on the TV and watch some programs casually, but when I was looking for the remote control, I suddenly saw the scene of the evening lights outside the window.

So he picked up his phone and went out.

Walking out of the gate, remembering what the man said, he paced to the left.

After walking for a few minutes, a rippling lake suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.

The setting sun that had already set left only a golden thread on the horizon, and the deep night fell heavily on it, with a few stars dotted in it faintly visible.

It was a bit cold at night. When I came out just now, I didn't bring my coat. The wind blown Zhou Cheng's mood away from looking at the scenery. After a while, he walked back the way he came.

The lights on both sides of the road were on, one by one pointing to the strange villa.

I feel very lonely inside, but I have nowhere to go.

When Zhou Cheng came in, He Xiao happened to serve the last dish on the table.

Seeing him come back, she pulled out the chair for him, "Let's eat."

It is obviously a common sentence, but it pulls the memory far away.

Zhou Cheng was in a daze for a moment, then walked to the table and sat down, picking up the bowls and chopsticks.

He looked at a table of dishes with excellent appearance. Although they were all ordinary home-cooked dishes, they tasted good just by looking at them.

This also indirectly shows that it is true that men can cook.

Sitting opposite, He Xiao watched him cautiously pick up a piece of spare ribs and put it in a bowl, took a sip, and asked in a low voice, "How is it?"

Zhou Cheng looked up at him with the ribs in his mouth.

He Xiao looked at him with a slightly funny look, inexplicably had the illusion that he was feeding a little squirrel, and couldn't help but chuckled, "I'm asking about the taste."

Zhou Cheng put the ribs back into the bowl and nodded dully, "Very good."

He Xiao chuckled, "Then eat more, you didn't eat much at noon."

Zhou Cheng's eyelashes drooped slightly, and he didn't look back.

He ate very slowly, and he only ate half of it when the man put down the bowl and chopsticks.

But the man didn't intend to get up and leave, so Zhou Cheng looked up at him again.

He Xiao folded his hands and leaned on the chair, the muscle lines on his shoulders and arms could be seen faintly in the white shirt.

He said softly, "Don't look at me, you can eat whatever you want, I won't rush you."

Zhou Cheng groaned, and at the end, he thought of something and asked again, "Why...you didn't hire a servant?"

It was a big house, there was no denying it, and it would take a whole day for one man to clean it, and men obviously didn't have that kind of time.

This doubt has existed since the last time he came here.

Chapter 21 The Lovely Little Lover "Is it necessary to live alone?" He Xiao asked with a slight smile.

Zhou Cheng didn't quite understand this answer, and in his opinion, it didn't seem to be a reason.

People in this class of men are used to being in high positions. It is common for one person or a family to hire servants. Even if he has only one person, as long as he has money, it is not surprising to hire a truckload of servants to serve him.

On the contrary, he can cook by himself, which is a bit rare.

However, there is really no need to get entangled in this topic. After Zhou Cheng listened to the answer, he nodded half-understood, and he had the right to respond.

He bowed his head and continued eating.

As if knowing that he didn't understand just now, He Xiao explained again, "I like quietness, and I'm not used to having unimportant people walking around at home. Do you understand?"

Zhou Cheng was also full, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and looked back at the man across the table.

It seemed that he had never looked at a man so calmly before. When he caught a man's sight before, he always looked away subconsciously.

I can't say any specific reason, probably because his eyes are always inexplicably deep when looking at people. There seems to be a force in the bottom of the deep black eyes that wants to suck people in. The longer he looks at them, the deeper they sink.

The reason why he was able to look directly at him now was probably because of his contact today, which made him feel that although this person looked scary, he was actually not that scary.

At least, he should follow the rules.

He gave him a month to gradually adjust to his existence.

Zhou Cheng nodded, and asked with clear eyes, "Then do I need to clean the villa for you?"

He thinks so, he doesn't like to take advantage of others, since the man has made concessions in terms of going to bed, this month's time is equivalent to him not having to do anything, if possible, he is willing to do something to make up for it , anyway, he will have plenty of free time in the future.

He Xiao was amused by his sudden question.

"Have you ever seen someone who takes care of a lover...does he let him clean the house for himself? Someone here will come to clean regularly, you don't have to worry about it."

Zhou Cheng could see that the man thought his question was very funny, curled his lips, said oh, immediately stood up, and took the initiative to clean up the dishes on the table.

Seeing this, He Xiao also stood up and took the bowl in his hand, "I can do these things. If you want to watch TV, you can watch TV. If you want to take a shower, you can go to the second floor, the innermost room on the left."

Before Zhou Cheng could react, the bowl and chopsticks in his hand were taken away. The man quickly cleaned up the table and went into the kitchen.

He had no choice but to go back to the living room and sit down on the sofa.

Turning on the TV out of boredom, there was news from the financial channel on it.

Zhou Cheng cut a few channels with the remote control, and he didn't put down the remote control until he saw the content he was interested in.

From time to time, the sound of a man washing dishes can be heard in the kitchen. He doesn't pay much attention to watching TV. He feels embarrassed to go up alone when he wants to take a bath. After all, it is someone else's home. If he accidentally sees something private, Not good.

He sat on the sofa for ten minutes, and the man came out from the kitchen.

Zhou Cheng turned off the TV without thinking, and stood up from the sofa.

He Xiao threw the tissue to wipe his hands into the trash can, and when he looked up, he looked like he was facing an enemy, and asked with a smile, "What are you nervous about?"

Zhou Cheng pursed his lips and looked in the direction of the stairs, "...Are you going up?"