After being seized by the pillow man

The wind outside was howling all the time, pouring in from the open window, as cold as a knife shining with cold white light.

The door behind Yin Yansheng seemed to separate the room into two worlds. He was sleeping soundly in the room as warm as spring, while Xi Han was blowing the cold wind in the twelfth lunar month of winter.

Tobacco and alcohol are refreshing.

Feeling the temperature from behind him, Xi Han leaned over and closed the window, the air-conditioning finally disappeared, he put his hands on the hands around his waist and coaxed: "Okay, I've closed it, this time Can you let me go?"

Yin Yan let go of his hands, and he turned to the front. Xi Han was still wearing the same dark gray bathrobe, and his bare chest was faintly visible at the cross neckline.

The cold white skin is similar to the whiteness on the stone lion in the dark morning, and the coldness derived from the sky blue is not very popular.

People who usually don't let him sleep with their hair wet, blowing cold wind in the middle of the night, smoking and drinking, so they don't love themselves.

Like a knife inlaid with gold and jade, it is extremely luxurious, but he can see how many scars are inside.

Yin Yansheng lowered his eyes and untied his belt and tied it again. The cold wind from tobacco and wine on Xi Han's body gathered into a big net to cover him. up close.

The kid looks good when his eyes are downcast, his eyelashes are long, his nose bridge is straight, his thin lips are pursed into a straight line, from Xi Han's angle, he can see the shadow cast by his sharp browbones, showing a kind of cold and unruly beauty.

Yin Yan raised his eyes only after he tied the knot, first he stared at Xi Han for a few seconds, then suddenly turned his head to the side, and kissed the thin lips that were darkened by wine.

First, he copied it over and over again with the tip of his tongue, and then probed into it, his movements were jerky but firm, using the kissing skills learned from Xi Han to test.

He is seldom so active. When he slides the tip of his tongue along the other tongue, even if he is reckless, there is a hint of teasing. There is silence for a while, only the slight sound between his lips and tongue is tantalizing.

It was the moment of tenderness, ice could turn into water, Yin Yansheng's eyes quickly slid a dark light, and then he held his lower lip between his teeth, and bit it down without warning for a while.

With a sip, although he restrained some strength, it was still shocking.

There is a bit of tingling between the lips, like being stung by a bee, and a little numbness, just sober at the moment of tenderness.

Yin Yansheng backed away after biting. He looked up at Xi Han without saying a word.

There is still some pain on the lips, and now there is a little numbness, whether it is the kiss just now or the person in front of him, the feeling is throbbing and wild.

Like a wolf cub, he knows that he is not a pure and harmless lamb, but he still makes people tickle when he reveals that softness, with fluffy fur and sharp claws and fangs.

Fierce, with a bit of softness, and a clear vigor, I want to do it when I see it.

It is undeniable that a child like this has a fatal attraction to him.

Yin Yanhan saw Xi Han chuckle suddenly, then raised his hand to drink the wine in the glass, he leaned forward, his figure closed up to cover him, followed by the kiss just now.

He was forced to a corner, with his back against the cold tiles. The bitter cold of the tobacco engulfed him. The dark red liquid flowed from his lips to his mouth, and spread from the tip of his tongue to his entire mouth. The smell of alcohol almost overwhelmed him.

The sense of strength and aggression strikes, like falling into the water, the people around me seem to be the last piece of driftwood, the throbbing passion and desire are intertwined wildly, and the overwhelming net covers the two of them together.

That sip of wine was almost shared between two people in the end.

When we parted, we were breathless.

Xi Han touched Yin Yansheng's face, wiped the end of his eyes with his fingertips, and said with a light smile, "You know, I have no self-control over you..."

Yin Yansheng closed his eyes, he was covered in hot sweat now.

He took a few breaths, and then slowly said, "What's wrong with you?" Why are you so unhappy?

The cigarette in his hand had been thrown on the ground at some point, and it hadn't been extinguished yet, leaving a little sparkle of light. Xi Han looked at it and stomped it out.

He hugged Yin Yansheng, leaned against the wall with him, and said slowly: "Let me tell you a story."

"30 years ago, a girl was studying in Kyoto and met a man."

"Later she got pregnant out of wedlock, maybe it was for money, or as a bargaining chip. In short, she kept the child."

"She was expelled from the school. Her parents are both teachers. They couldn't accept her daughter doing this kind of thing, and later they didn't recognize her."

"She didn't marry that man either, and in the end she had nothing left."

Xi Han chuckled lightly: "Little friend, do you think she is stupid?"

Yin Yansheng did not speak.

He's not stupid, he can guess who the woman and child are in this story, he's just a little uncomfortable, uncomfortable that Xi Jiaojiao has experienced such a thing, no wonder he once said that he has a half-brother.

He connected with the past few words, and also knew that Feng Yiran and Xi Han were cousins, and heard Xi Han mentioning his aunt and grandma several times, and he probably speculated that Xi Han might have left his mother to live with his father. .

Yin Yansheng hugged Xi Han vigorously.

He also had a stepmother once, and Li Wenjuan treated him well, but it was difficult to replace his biological mother's position in his heart. At that time, he was like a lone goose at home, empty and with nowhere to go.

It turned out that Xi Han had also experienced those things.

Yin Yansheng pressed against Xi Han's chest, he hugged him tightly, and said softly, "What happened next?"

"Later?" Xi Han raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't expect him to ask again: "She remarried and gave birth to another child. The man treated her well, and the child was sensible and well-behaved."

A few words and a few words tell the whole life, and the past 30 years are all untraceable.

Yin Yansheng rubbed his face against Xi Han's chest. He didn't want to comment on Xi Han's mother, but it was undeniable that this ending could barely be called a happy death.

Everyone has a life of their own.

Yin Yansheng was silent for a while, and said softly: "If you want to see her, let me accompany you. If you don't want to, you can do whatever you want."

"As long as you're happy."

Xi Han didn't say yes or no, he just hugged the person and didn't speak for a long time.

Yin Yansheng's gaze swept across the floor, where there were cigarette butts all over the floor, and there was a bottle of wine on the window sill, with only a little liquid left in it.

Now that the windows are closed and the door is opened, the hot air in the bedroom is coming here, and finally it is no longer the temperature like a snow cave.

He covered Xi Han's hand and slowly warmed it up: "Just drink less alcohol in the future, and don't open the window if you want to smoke."

In such a cold day, even wearing thick clothes can't withstand the wind and cold, let alone now.

Xi Han raised his eyes, and there was a reply.

He held Yin Yansheng's hand behind his back: "Let's go, go back to sleep."

Lying on the soft bed, Xi Han hugged Yin Yansheng.

He still wrapped his arms around the kid's waist, in fact, there was a later story to that story.

The woman accepted Jiang's aunt's money, 100 million people took the child away, and she went to France.

Later, there was another child named Nino, a Chinese-French mixed-race boy who was lost on the beach when he was a child. She was heartbroken and searched for it for many years to no avail, and later she developed some mental problems.

He had thought that she would be well-clothed and well-fed, and after getting rid of a burden, he would find a wealthy husband again. He had imagined goodbye, maybe she was still vulgar and vain, maybe she was someone's wife, he even thought about who she had become The wife also has a stepson who doesn't take her seriously, but they are all jeweled.

I never wanted to see her again at a farmer's house in a foreign country. She was simple and old, with traces of labor on her hands.

When her husband told Xi Han that his wife was demented because of the loss of a child, Xi Han found it almost absurd.

He is in a high position, and now he is able to look down on many things, and the return of the brocade clothes is probably no more than that.

He is not broad-minded at all, Jiang Huimin once made him unhappy, and he also made Jiang Huimin unhappy. She sold him as if he was an object. Let her regret it in front of her.

But when he looked down at the woman at that time, he didn't feel the slightest joy in his heart. After so many years, he occasionally had a dream.

The dream of being alone in the dark corridor.

Psychologically speaking, he still hasn't gotten over the scars of his childhood deep in his heart, and he still broods over the past.

Maybe it is.

Xi Han thought, he has the capital for her to regret it, if he is more vengeful, he can stand in front of her and say 'thank you for selling me for 100 million' to stab her.

But so what?

He is still dreaming, darkness and crying, paleness and silence, the voice in the dream has been haunting him, there is no way out.

Maybe it's really brooding, she's already sick, he's doing well, it's not difficult to let her have a thorn in her heart if she wants to, but he doesn't know how to let himself go, let himself stop have that dream.

Xi Han hugged the people around him again, and closed his eyes.

The first snow fell in Ancheng. It was just the rustling snow. There was no white accumulation on the ground, but it was a bit slippery to step on.

The company's management held a meeting in the conference room, and the atmosphere was still stagnant.

Yin Yansheng rubbed his forehead: "Is there anything you want? If you have something, please tell me, if not, you can leave."

Several ministers looked at each other in blank dismay, and no one said a word in the end. This time it was not a project list or a grueling Party A problem, but almost suffered a dimensionality reduction blow.

For a company as big as Anqing, it is almost effortless to deal with a small company like theirs.

Almost being pressed to the ground and rubbed against, there was no way to fight back.

Qiao Fei stopped for a while and didn't go out. After watching the people around him leave, he sat down in front of Yin Yansheng and said in a low voice, "Manager Yin, how long can we last?"

Ever since Anqing came to make an acquisition that day and broke up, the company has been targeted everywhere. First, Party A, who had been working with him for a long time, turned to other companies, and then the original firm deal went away. There has been no new work for nearly a month.

In the past, everyone worked overtime from time to time, but now they are free in the blink of an eye.

If there is no new work, it will not be recorded in the account, and the public funds of dozens of people will still be paid, and the expenses will not be reduced. If this continues, who can support it.

Even if you borrow a house and car as a mortgage, how much can you borrow? The icing on the cake is often difficult to send charcoal in the snow. Even if you can borrow, how many million can you borrow to beat Anqing?The other party's listed company can't withdraw from the market without a loss of hundreds of millions.

Yin Yansheng said, "One step at a time counts as one step at a time."

He glanced at his watch, it was noon now, Xi Han went to buy food, he might be back soon.

Yin Yansheng lowered his eyes, quietly thinking: He probably won't be able to support Xi Jiaojiao anymore.