Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

"It's really tossing." Jiang Song pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache.

Now when I open the financial page of the news, there is a high probability that Gu Changxi is making waves in the headlines.

Today, I swallowed the dishes that have been ignored for a long time, and tomorrow I will make the whole city snap up the bottom of the unpopular stocks.

Where there is a rise, there is a fall.

Within three days, two companies could not withstand the impact of the stock market, one went bankrupt, and the other jumped off the building.

It seems that if the Beijing circle is not disturbed, Gu Changhui will come back in vain.

At this time, Xing Ce didn't worry anymore, he resigned himself to his fate and spread out on the sofa, "They said, the next one will be you."

He was going to inspect the scene, but today it snowed and stopped working, so he went to Jiang Song to chant scriptures.

"That's because they are stupid." Jiang Song flipped through the forum and said nonchalantly.

The trending headlines that blew up are all the same as wagering.

"hot-retail-brother Meng, follow Gu's Energy closely, start a feast in the stock market—"

"Hot- don't be with Gu's, don't be with Gu's! If you hit your hand, you are a leek with the prefix Gu!"

"Hot-Gu's shot again, 28CM, are you following me?"

"Hot-Gu's energy is bullish, should we get on the wind?"

"Indeed, indeed, after all, he also has his share in our company's shares. He has to consider himself and harm himself when he kills the enemy." After speaking, Xing Ce denied himself, "However, Gu Changxi is crazy, so crazy, it is estimated that our company He doesn't care if all these stocks evaporate."

"It's not that question." Jiang Song clicked on a title casually.

According to the timeline, it carefully and carefully analyzes the law of Gu Changxi's stock price raising in the market.

After more than 20 pages of eloquence, the final conclusion is that there is no pattern.

Mr. Gu is the capricious emperor of the stock market, whoever is asked to look up will look up, and whoever is asked to dive will dive.

"You really, really don't take it seriously." Xing Ce shook his head, "Do you remember, Wang Hui, the former Wang Boss? The one who poured you wine."

"Remember," Jiang Song dug out a stack of documents from the drawer, "I dug out some things from the Wu family from his documents."

Xing Ce took it and flipped through it, "Now there are rumors that his plate was cold for two days, and it was cold for three, so it's probably imminent."

"Also related to Changxi?" Jiang Song was a little surprised.

"It's hard to say," Xing Ce pouted at the document, "It's just these few dishes, not the ones that Gu Changxi took over now, but they are more or less compatible, and they have been with the Wu family, so he is cold here, Wu, The Wu family is also implicated."

Jiang Song couldn't help frowning, maybe Gu Changxi noticed something?

Even though he was at odds with the Wu family on the surface, he was always careful about the darker things and refused to let Gu Changxi get in touch.

As for the verbal dispute with the Wu family, he didn't think that Gu Changxi really wanted to touch the Wu family's cake because of this little fight.

After all, the Wu family has been dominant for many years, and even if Gu Changxi is in the same position now, his foundation is not stable.

He will not understand the truth that a strong dragon can't beat a local snake.

Xing Ce looked at him, with some helplessness in his eyes, "Jiang Song, you, don't tell me, at this moment, you are still, still worrying about Gu?"

Jiang Song laughed, "How could it be? I'm worried that I can't worry about it myself."

"Well, that's pretty much the same. Gu Changzhen is the best, the worst one is a mud bodhisattva like you." Xing Ce sighed, and somehow remembered the scene of Gu Changzhen hugging Jiang Song that night.

"You, be on guard against him. I don't live in your house now, so be careful yourself." He was a little ashamed to speak out, so reserved that he couldn't be more reserved. After a long time, he added, "All, all The same goes for men."

Jiang Song pondered for a while, and said with some helplessness when he spoke, "You said that you have seniors and juniors, why isn't that enough for you to worry about?"

Anyway, Xing Ce has a thick skin, "He is not a few years old, nor is he ten or ten years old. He is more than 20 years old, taller than you, stronger than you, what do you want to do, you cry, cry There is no place to cry."

"Spare yourself!" Jiang Song slammed him out with a smile, "Is the company all right? My aunt and my nephew don't need you anymore? The Baiyun Mountain donation inspection has been arranged? Why are you so busy?"

"You!" Xing Ce sighed, "I can't even hear what Gu Changxi said!"

As soon as there was a knock on the door, He Yilan opened the door and came in, "Boss Jiang."

He held the document in one hand and a beautiful glass in the other, and stepped back slightly when he saw Xing Ce, "Director."

Xing Ce looked carefree, "Oh, little, Xiaohe! Come here to sign? I heard from the Finance and Finance Department that you are very good!"

He Yilan looked a little more stretched than when he first came here, but he still had a bit of submissiveness, "My colleagues are very nice to me."

"Before I heard Mr. Jiang say, Lao, did Lao Tian bully you?" Xing Ce crossed his arms, looking like a big brother.

"No, my colleague was joking." He Yilan blushed and shook her head.

"It's okay, they just like to mess around. After work, if you want more, follow them to drink a few more times, talk about you, you, Mr. Jiang, and there are no conflicts." Xing Ce said with a smile.

He Yilan nodded timidly, and actually agreed, "Yes."

Jiang Song laughed and took He Yilan's file over, "Talk about me? Is there anything wrong with me?"

He Yilan glanced at him quickly, shook his head, "No."

"Oh, you are too, too honest." Xing Ce couldn't bear to tease him, "It doesn't look like a financial person, but more like a code farmer."

He Yilan blushed even more, and put the glass in front of Jiang Song, "Mr. Jiang, the hot milk is fresh."

Jiang Song didn't expect him to bring milk for himself, a little surprised, "Oh, I won't drink it, thank you."

He Yilan was in a dilemma, she held her cup and pursed her lips, "Well, I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay, I'll drink if he doesn't want to drink." Xing Ce reached out to take the cup, grinning, "After drinking, rinse it off and return it to you."

After He Yilan left, Xing Ce poured the milk into the sink directly, "This little He is weird."

"He seems to like giving people food, and his colleagues in the office have a pretty good relationship with him now." Jiang Song tapped on the table with the pen he just signed, thoughtfully.

"Looking stupid, stupid, but he knows that others have eaten his mouth, and his mouth is short. Such a shy person, would like to socialize with people giving food?" Xing Ce shook his head, "I see him, he didn't express , superficially simple."

"Actually, I still think it's quite interesting." Jiang Song supported the table with his hands, and looked at the direction He Yilan left through the blinds, thoughtfully.

"You're just crazy! You think everything is interesting! Gu Changzhen wants to kill you, you also think it's interesting, He Yilan doesn't know what, you also think it's interesting when you are cold!" Xing Ce talked to Jiang Song every time Even speaking, I feel that I am in urgent need of quick-acting heart-relief pills.

"If you don't enter the tiger's lair, how can you catch a tiger cub." Jiang Song held the signature pen between his index finger and middle finger, turning it slowly.

"Neither do I. I don't know what you want, what kind of tiger, but Jiang Song, let me tell you first, you are not allowed to eat He Yilan's things! Especially me, I will be away in a few days, you have to be more careful Watch him!" Xing Ce was very serious.

"Don't eat, don't eat." Jiang Song's sloppy smile made Xing Ce feel more at ease.

But he guessed wrong.

Because he couldn't drive, he was followed several times in the company's special car to pick up Jiang Song, and he didn't like to ride after that.

Jiang Song takes a taxi to and from get off work almost every day.

Because it is the off-duty time, even if he adds a lot of tips, he can only dispatch from far away, and the car appointment in advance is often canceled temporarily.

Today he placed an order, and within 2 minutes a car was waiting for him at the door of the company.

The driver gave his mobile phone number, his voice was muffled by the mask, "The tail number is 0611?"

Jiang Song was still processing some information on the phone, and said "hmm" without raising his head.

"Please fasten your seat belt."

Jiang Song's home is not far from the company.

He estimated that when the time was about the same, he looked up, but it was an unfamiliar road.

Surrounded by dense green belts, there are no vehicles coming and going.

"Master, did you go the wrong way? Isn't the navigation going this way?" Jiang Song glanced at the rearview mirror and raised his eyebrows slowly.

It was so dark that the driver was still wearing sunglasses.

Judging from his skin and hairstyle, he should be very young.

"That's right." With a deep voice, he pulled over the car and got out of the car by himself.

Jiang Song didn't look nervous at all, almost as if he was waiting for something.

The driver went around to the back row and sat on the chair next to Jiang Song.

He tightened his glasses and mask, but the organic protective mask underneath still showed a little edge.

Jiang Song was not surprised, and even greeted him happily, "Hello, Xiaohe."

He could hardly exert any strength at all, and the air was filled with the faint pungent smell of isoflurane.

He was a little disappointed, "So you really added something to the milk, and you were so anxious to do it because you were worried that Xing Ce would find out, didn't you?"

"Xing, Director Xing should go to inspect the site today, he shouldn't be here." He Yilan was still shy, his voice trembling as he gritted his teeth.

"When you plan something, you must consider external factors, such as the weather or other external forces." Jiang Song pointed him: "For such an important action, one or two backup plans must be prepared to prevent emergencies. Case."

Isoflurane made his head a little dizzy, and he said whatever came to mind: "Also, isoflurane is a mature choice as an inhalation anesthetic. But it also has disadvantages, such as its own unique vulnerability to being caught." Recognized odor, and it is too volatile and difficult to control the concentration."

He even leaned forward with difficulty and turned off the driving recorder for him, "And this, too careless."

He Yilan stared at him in disbelief, gnashing her teeth even more: "Why aren't you afraid? How do you know so much about these things? Are you thinking about how to hurt people every day!"

Jiang Song smiled, "That's not true. Other than you, someone has long wanted to kill me, and I haven't been in contact with these things for a day or two. From the moment you asked me to wear a seat belt, I knew Your voice came out."

"Lie!" With shaking hands, He Yilan pushed a pill into Jiang Song's mouth, "Swallow it!"

Jiang Song sighed, "It's over."

He kindly reminded He Yilan again, "Why don't you put away the isoflurane? Anyway, I can't run away after taking your medicine. The adsorption of the protective mask has a saturation limit. I'm dizzy too, we have to wait for the police to find out together."

"Don't talk nonsense!" He Yilan got angry, her eyes turned red.

"Hey you... now you are the one who wants to harm me, I have taken all the medicine, why are you wronged?" Jiang Song leaned lazily on the back of the chair, half-smiling.

"Jiang Song, let me ask you, did you kill my parents!" He Yilan broke down suddenly and yelled hysterically.

Jiang Song waited silently for He Yilan to cry for a while, "It was true that I drove into their car, but it was not entirely caused by my mistake."

"You're talking nonsense," He Yilan choked up, "You...you lost control because you drank too much alcohol, otherwise why would your driver's license be revoked?"

"I said that someone wanted to kill me a long time ago." Jiang Song still said methodically: "If I said that my steering wheel failed and I didn't drink alcohol, would you believe it?"

At that time, after Jiang Song's car hit the pickup truck, it rolled over the outer guardrail and fell off the driveway. In the end, the front of the car was basically smashed.

Observing from the trajectory, he did not change direction and change lanes, which can be explained by improper driving after drinking.

"Drunk driving is drunk driving. It is written in black and white that the alcohol concentration exceeds the limit. No one can frame you!" He Yilan didn't believe him, and roared in a low voice.

Jiang Song pulled down his sweater collar, "Did you see this scar? It's also from that car accident. What kind of car accident do you think would slit a person's throat?"

He said it so painlessly, as if these things were not his own experience.

"You mean someone harmed you...?" He Yilan stared at him without blinking, but his tone loosened, "Why should I believe you?"

"Because I have no reason to lie to you, and because I am not afraid of death." Jiang Song looked at him peacefully.

His last words made He Yilan's throat twitch, "You are not afraid of death because you have never died, and you are not afraid of death because you have not witnessed your relatives die!"

"Really?" Jiang Song still looked at him with a smile, "You hate me so much, why don't you read my old news carefully?"

He casually searched his name on his mobile phone, "This 'vacation' was because I was lying in the hospital for a month. This 'business trip' was because I was maliciously infected with a different strain of virus, and I was trapped abroad and was not allowed to return home. As for The 'witnessing' you mentioned, I think you should have heard about my father's high fall six years ago."

He Yilan stared at him and considered for a while, "If you lie, I will kill you."

"May I be curious about how you took my order?" Jiang Song rested his head casually on his forearm, as if he was careless.

"I hacked into the system and separated your account. It's equivalent to disconnecting your system from the taxi-hailing software, and the interface I made will pop up when you click a taxi." He Yilan said sternly.

"Oh——are you really a coder?" Jiang Song suddenly realized, "The simpler things are, the smarter they are. It would be even better if you don't wear sunglasses at night."

He Yilan sat beside him silently for a while, lowered his head and turned on the isoflurane pump, "I'll take you to the hospital."

Jiang Song shook his head, "I don't feel anything, what did you give me?"

He Yilan's face turned red again.

Jiang Song changed the question, "What was your original plan?"

"I gave you that kind of medicine, and then I sent you to Gu's Energy. Gu Changzhen hates you so much, I think he will..." He Yilan saw Jiang Song smiling, and was furious, "What are you laughing at?" ? If you kill my parents, how can it be enough to just kill you!"

"You are still a child after all." Jiang Song smiled lightly, "I also know another child who is similar to you."

He Yilan blushed even more, and threatened Jiang Song: "If you call me a child again, I will send you to Gu's Energy immediately!"

"Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you." Jiang Song leaned on the seat dizzily, "You may have bought fake medicine, and now I just want to sleep."

He Yilan looked at him with a complicated expression, and fell silent.

In fact, during his time in the company, while hating himself, he felt that Jiang Song was a truly attractive person.

Jiang Songping and humor are respected and loved by everyone in the company.

He looks unrefined and undisciplined, but in his heart he is a humble yet sharp gentleman, like a sword with a hidden edge.

He Yilan could see Shen Lian's wisdom from him, and it was getting harder and harder to believe that Jiang Song would be such an irresponsible person.

Maybe it's because of his natural weakness, seeing Jiang Song leaning back to rest his mind like this, He Yilan didn't want to admit that he actually regretted it in his heart.

Regret my addiction and blindness to hatred.

"You knew the purpose of my coming from the beginning, didn't you?" He Yilan looked at him, "Then why didn't you expose me directly, why did you still speak for me in the tea room that day?"

"You are very talented, and you are also very young. I don't want you to delay your life because of misunderstanding." Jiang Song closed his eyes slightly, "It's also because I don't think you are a person who will harm others from the beginning to the end."

"You think I dare not?" He Yilan asked after a while.

"Harming someone is something that has nothing to do with bravery." Jiang Song's voice slowly dropped.

"I'll take you to the hospital." He Yilan hurried back to the cab.

"No, I'm just sleepy." Jiang Song has been stuffed with eight kinds of medicines in a mess. It may be the same as anesthetics, and they are already drug-resistant.

"Then where shall I take you now?" He Yilan looked at his watch, "It's almost eight o'clock."

"You take me home, I wrote down the address when I took a taxi." Jiang Song opened the window a small crack, squinting slightly due to the cold wind.

The cold air gradually dissipated the smell of isoflurane in the compartment.

Jiang Song sat quietly, watching the scenery in his vision gradually become familiar and clear.

"You just stop here," Jiang Song pointed to the gate of the villa area, "don't open in."

He Yilan returned to the docile look before, but he looked at Jiang Song with a lot of guilt, "I'll send you in."

"No, I'll go in by myself." Jiang Song didn't dare to let Gu Changxi see He Yilan.

He Yilan is not someone who can be cooperated with, maybe Gu Changxi moves his finger a little bit, and his life is over.

He Yilan stood beside the car, his eyes began to accumulate water again.

"Why are you crying again?" Jiang Song supported the hot car body, "Are you coming to work tomorrow with swollen eyeballs?"

He Yilan raised his head abruptly, "Can I still go to work?"

"Why don't you come to work?" Jiang Song raised his eyebrows, "Or are you unwilling to be used by me?"

He Yilan wiped away tears, "What else do you need from me?"

"It wasn't just you, I was also looking for the truth about the car accident back then. I have a lot of assumptions in my heart that need to be verified, and what you are good at may be just what I need." Jiang Song took out a cigarette from his pocket, trembling On a majestic location.

He couldn't feel the cold, he just felt a layer of dryness slowly floating on his face.

He wasn't much sleepy anymore.

He Yilan looked at him for a long time, then slowly lowered his head, "I'm sorry, I have misunderstood you all this time."

"Go home!" Jiang Song patted him on the shoulder, "It's getting late."

Watching He Yilan's car drive out of sight, Jiang Song took out the phone from his pocket and turned off the recording function.

He spit out the melted pill under his tongue, held the cigarette between his fingers, and took a very slow and deep breath.

He Yilan's state was similar to what he had imagined.

Simple, weak, restless.

This is a good thing.

Because this means that he doesn't need He Yilan to get involved too much, and he can get what he needs.

Jiang Song dusted the cigarette ash into the snow and walked slowly towards the house.

The living room lights were on.

Jiang Song changed his slippers when he heard a noise upstairs.

Very good, at home.

The dizziness left by isoflurane slowly passed, Jiang Song poured himself a glass of warm water, and went directly to the study on the first floor.

He spread out a piece of rice paper and flattened it with a paperweight.

After grinding the ink, he tapped on the pen stand and picked out a long-pointed wolf-tailed pen.

He could feel the burning rising from his stomach, slowly melting his throat along his esophagus.

Thirsty.

He keeps drinking water.

Subconsciously, he drew up and down with his left hand two or three times to draw a lifelike little tabby cat.

He couldn't help but think of Gu Changxi.

The thought seemed to turn into a hook, constantly scratching at the bottom of his heart.

He began to try hard to recall Gu Changzhen's childhood, trying to calm down the scorching heat of his lower abdomen.

"Susu, draw a brain axe!" One or two-year-old Gu Changxi wrinkled his little nose and acted like a spoiled child.

"Uncle, I have a sore throat, can I have some more ice cream?" The child who had just had tonsil surgery was pitiful and extremely wronged.

"Uncle, I also want to learn calligraphy." Eleven or twelve-year-old Gu Changxi lowered his head, as if he was worried.

……

But in less than a second, he was taller than himself.

"If family affection is not liking, is it called liking now?"

Jiang Song held the pen in his hand and couldn't put it down for a long time.

He frowned, staring at the balls of ink dripping on the rice paper.

There was some buzzing in his head, and he walked to the door and closed it.

The strength in his hand was uncontrollable, and the door slammed on the door frame with a "bang".

He grabbed the cup and thought of Da Tian's phrase "You don't know how dirty gay men are" for no reason.

Jiang Song squinted his eyes and leaned back in his chair, repeating these words in his mind.

He lit another cigarette, dipping in ink as he smoked.

With the smoke in front of him, he hooked his eyes by feeling.

The eyelids are thin and the eye cleft is extremely long, the iris is stretched leaving only a small amount of white, the eyelashes are short but thick, and there is a black circle around the iris.

It seems that there is no need for coloring, and the eyes are already golden-yellow.

He bit the cigarette and sighed, and touched down with his hand.

He stopped as soon as he touched the belt buckle, and threw the rice paper with eyes into the shredder.

The shredder was translucent, and after the eye was broken, it looked at him through the acrylic plate.

Between the bumps and bumps of the shredded paper, the eyes seemed to come alive, burning brightly.

Jiang Song frowned, feeling that burning feeling intensified.

He stood up and tried to divert his attention, but his knees softened and he knelt directly to the ground.

He was unprepared, and the impact was very strong, and there was a heavy muffled sound on the carpet.

The sound of going downstairs.

The sound of knocking on the door.

Jiang Song's consciousness was a little incoherent.

He tried to clear his throat, "What's the matter?"

"Open the door." Through the thick hammered glass door, Gu Changzhen's voice became even deeper.

Just two words broke Jiang Song's breath.

His heart was beating faster and faster, as if he was about to spit it out of his mouth.

He tried his best to suppress the increasingly short of breath, and secretly scolded He Yilan in his heart: What the hell did this give him?Is it okay to throw up?

"It's inconvenient for me to open the door now." Jiang Song's voice was hoarse.

"What's the inconvenience? Go to the door and open the lock." Gu Changxi's voice was cold, but it couldn't cool Jiang Song down.

"Go to bed first, we'll talk about it tomorrow morning if you have anything to do." Jiang Song calmed down and rested his head on the cold stone bookend.

It was quiet outside.

Jiang Song heaved a sigh of relief, the house keys were all in this study, it was impossible for Gu Changzhen to unscrew the door.

After Gu Changzhen left, the feeling like boiling water subsided a little.

Jiang Song leaned back on the chair, straightened up with the tide-like heat, and relieved the delicate suffering.

In the study room is the simplest ceiling lamp, like a round round dim moon, which gradually diffuses into a golden pupil at the end of the field of vision.

"Hmm..." Jiang Song gritted his teeth and swallowed the trembling behind him.

In these years, he has no extra energy to touch his feelings, and the so-called "needs" are all solved in the most sloppy and perfunctory way.

In the one or two years after the accident, he had no sense of fortification, and had been given a similar drug once.

At that time, he was also hot all over, and he solved it twice with his hands and it subsided a little.

Going to the hospital was not enough, Xing Ce threw him in the hotel and fed him two tablets of Shumianle.

After sleeping all night, he seemed to be fine the next day.

But this time it feels very different.

Jiang Song kept taking deep breaths, smoking one after another, and the room was surrounded by smoke and fog.

The sound in his ears was his own heartbeat, but what flickered in front of his eyes was Gu Changxi's cold gaze.

He bit the tip of his tongue to avoid making inappropriate noises.

The light outside the glass door was blocked by the figure.

Before Jiang Song could make a sound, he heard a loud bang, and a huge spider web split along the door.

With another blow, a hole opened in the center of the spider web.

With the third hit, the spider web shattered, and glass shards clanged to the ground, leaving only an empty door frame.

The air smelled of sealant.

Jiang Song sank into the armchair motionless, watching the real Gu Changxi stepping on the broken glass and stepping in from the door frame.

"Mr. Jiang, as I said, we have a deal, so you have to listen to me." Gu Changxi, wearing a dark shirt and trousers, walked to him leisurely.

Obviously abstinent and cold, but the cedar breath emanating from Gu Changyi seemed to have a chemical reaction with Jiang Song's body, and it was going to set him on fire from the inside out.

He tried his best to hide it, "You are looking for me, is there something wrong?"

The reason why he can still ask this question is because he can't see what he looks like now.

There was an unnatural flush on his cheeks, staining the entire corners of his eyes and spreading to the soft earlobes.

The broken hair that was originally pinned behind the ear has been messed up by him, scattered on his face, sticky with sweat, and messy.

Gu Changxi frowned and looked at him for a while, then reached out to touch his forehead.

Jiang Song tilted his head and avoided, "It's okay, it's not a fever."

Gu Changzhen frowned even tighter, and bent down to hug him, "What's wrong with you?"

"Don't hug me, I'm dizzy." Jiang Song raised his hand and pushed him away.

As soon as Gu Changxi got closer, the terrible burning sensation became more and more intense, and he couldn't help but snorted, "Mmm..."

"What did you eat? Who gave it to you?" Gu Changxi's voice suddenly became gloomy, as if teeth grew in every word.

Jiang Song supported the armrest and wanted to stand up, "It doesn't matter."

"No, yes, tight?" Gu Changxi's voice was soft, and he paused every word.

He twisted Jiang Song's uninjured hand, "Go to the hospital now."

"I'm not going!" Jiang Song shook off his hand.

His strength was almost uncontrollable, and after throwing Gu Changyi, his hand hit the wall, and the pain made him a little more awake.

It was rare for Gu Changxi not to get angry with him, but asked him calmly, "Why don't you go to the hospital?"

Jiang Song frowned and looked at him, "Are you stupid in reading? Everyone knows that we live together, and I go to the hospital in the middle of the night to see this kind of problem. I have already thought about the headlines of tomorrow's news."

"Tell me, what are you thinking?" Gu Changxi held his waist and made him stand still.

Jiang Song's waist is very narrow, and he has the illusion that it is about to break when he pinches it a little.

"Huh? How do you say this? Why are you so shameless when you grow up." Jiang Song's mind was muddled, and he said whatever he thought.

He nodded and added, "You wanted it when you were young."

Gu Changzhen's frown became tighter and tighter.

The cold and sweet breath on his body was like wine, and a fire was burning in Jiang Song's body.

With every movement of Gu Changzhen, the wine was poured on Jiang Song's fire, and "Zrazla" sounded, scorching his flesh in the dark.

"You go out." Jiang Song supported the table with one hand and pointed to the door.

The place was empty, and a piece of broken glass fell out of nowhere with a "ding".

Even thinner.

"Is it because of me that you don't want to go to the hospital?" Gu Changxi grabbed his hand again and pulled him away, "Go."

"Where are you going?" Jiang Song struggled, but couldn't.

He began to push with his injured hand, and after two pushes, the pain made his eyes even redder.

Gu Changxi let him go, "Jiang Song, are you crazy too?"

He stood on the broken glass all over the floor, with fine specks of light reflected on his body, like a young Poseidon.

"Gu Changxi, get out." Jiang Song couldn't stand it anymore, and knelt down towards the broken glass uncontrollably.

Gu Changxi supported him again, "Jiang Song."

Every breath Jiang Song exhaled was hot, burning his throat slowly and carefully.

He told Gu Changxi to leave, but he actually didn't know what to do next.

"Call me..." Jiang Song swallowed hard, his legs shaking, "Give it to Xing Ce."

"You are now looking for Xing Ce?" Gu Changxi seemed to have heard a difficult sentence, his eyes slowly froze.

"Mr. Gu, please do me a favor." Jiang Song really didn't know what to do, he was afraid that his name would change if he called Gu Changxi again, so he said in a low voice, "Don't torture me..."

"I won't torture you, I can help you." Gu Changxi put on a negotiating posture.

?

What kind of crazy talk is this?

Jiang Song narrowed his hot eyelids, as if trying to see Gu Changxi clearly through the smoke.

"Help me?" His voice was trembling.

"Yes, I will help you, but in this way our transaction account will be updated." Gu Changxi leaned against the wall.

Even his voice turned into a challenge to Jiang Song, as if every word he said swept along Jiang Song's back, and finally touched his tailbone, leaving a shiver.

Jiang Song gritted his teeth, "Impossible, I can't do this to you."

Gu Changxi raised his eyebrows slightly, "Mr. Jiang has done so many things to me, why do you care about such little things?"

"Fart, when did I touch you?" Jiang Song asked him through gritted teeth.

Gu Changxi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and leaned into his ear, "Uncle probably misunderstood, but I'm not that generous."

The bones of this "uncle" were shattered, and the thin air flow splashed into his heart, and the fire "boomed" into the sky.

"Hmm..." Jiang Song didn't bite, and an uncontrollable voice escaped from between his teeth.

He felt a pair of hands undoing his belt, and the gold-coated brass buckle made a crisp knock.

He still doesn't understand what Gu Changzhen means, what is "not so generous"?

How else could he help him?

He pressed Gu Changzhen's hand with the last of his reason, "No."

"No?" Gu Changzhen smiled, "You say no?"

Jiang Song broke free from him, walked softly to the desk, and rubbed a few words with almost dry ink, "No need, just wait a while."

In fact, he was already at the end of his strength, and he only hoped that Gu Changxi would leave quickly.

"Mr. Jiang, how can you drive me away just by saying that?" Gu Changxi still leaned against the wall and did not move, "You recall how you drove me away before, try again, maybe I will leave Woolen cloth?"

Jiang Song frowned, "What are you doing here?"

"Look first." Gu Changzhen leaned leisurely against the wall, flicked the cigarette in front of him, and assumed the posture of an audience.

"..." Jiang Song gritted his teeth, raised the inkstone and threw it towards him, "Have you had enough?"

He was not strong enough, the inkstone was far from hitting Gu Changxi, but it just spattered his whole body with ink in vain.

"Not enough." Gu Changxi's eyes became more chilly, but the corners of his mouth were filled with a smile, "Mr. Jiang, it's up to you. Since I have the right to live in this villa, I can also stay in the study room, right?"

He just looked at Jiang Song quietly like that, without speaking or moving.

Jiang Song's anger was only enough to last for a few seconds, and was quickly burned away by a stronger fire.

"You stay here, I'll go." His eyes were red, he leaned on the wall crookedly, and walked towards the door barely.

Gu Changxi hugged his waist from behind, and unbuttoned his trousers with one hand.

Jiang Song could feel that his movements were very gentle, but he was so excited that he couldn't help shivering.

All the muscles in his legs tensed up, making him almost unable to stand up.

"Let go... let go..." Jiang Song almost grabbed Gu Changzhen's forearm to maintain his balance.

"Uncle lied to me when he said he doesn't like men?" Gu Changxi chuckled in his ear, but his eyes were full of anger.

"Ah..." Jiang Song was speechless, his nails dug into Gu Changzhen's flesh.

The smoke in the room hadn't cleared away, and everything he saw was foggy.

He was confused and felt an indescribable guilt.

But these were all buried by the great pleasure, and the tremors rolled over inch by inch from the skin, and finally rushed straight to the top of the head, mixed with sweat beads from the tip of the hair.

Gu Changxi grabbed his stomach with one hand, and the other hand was crisp and neat, without unnecessary movements at all.

"Well..." Jiang Song couldn't help biting his lower lip, and the smell of blood came out.

His movements changed from pushing to grabbing, struggling to maintain a standing posture.

The current gathered in his lower abdomen, and climbed along the nerves against gravity.

In the end, the fiery heat poured out of his body, Jiang Song couldn't stand up at all, half folded, resting on Gu Changzhen's arm, panting.

"It's just the hand, so it's so comfortable?" Gu Changxi's voice was still cold, with a hint of sarcasm.

No one answered him.

Gu Changzhen's movements froze, and he helped Jiang Song upright only to realize that he had passed out.

He wiped his hands and patted Jiang Song's face lightly, "Jiang Song?"

Jiang Song frowned and hummed twice, "Hmm..."

Gu Changxi gritted his teeth and looked at him for a while, touched his forehead, and asked in a low voice for a while, "Still uncomfortable?"

Sweat a lot, but the heat has subsided.

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