Debt in the entertainment industry

It was already past eight o'clock in the evening when Ji Zhehuan finished filming the last role.I have to admit that it is very convenient to have a car.Driving home, the car reached a narrow street that must be passed to go home, and was stopped by several black cars.

Without the slightest panic, a person got out of the other car and walked towards him. He lowered the window and asked first, "What are you doing here?"

The other party was also expressionless, and was quite polite: "Brother Cheng said it's been a long time, please go over and have a seat."

"Do I need so many people?" Ji Zhehuan motioned with his chin, four cars, no less than ten people.

The man lowered his head: "We are following orders, please don't embarrass us, Mr. Ji."

Ji Zhehuan knew he couldn't hide, so he sneered: "I have no ability to embarrass you."

"Please let me drive for you."

The man opened the door of the back seat, and Ji Zhehuan got out of the cab and sat in. At the same time, two people sat up and squeezed him in between.

I closed my eyes and rested my mind all the way. About half an hour later, I felt that the car had stopped. When Ji Zhehuan opened his eyes, he saw a villa he had never seen before.

Someone opened the car door for him: "Mr. Ji, please."

Ji Zhehuan hated these people from the bottom of his heart, always doing things that seemed polite but actually threatened.The man led him into the villa, the large living room on the first floor, gorgeously decorated, was empty.

"Brother Cheng is on the second floor, please go up by yourself."

The stairs leading to the second floor are covered with soft carpets, and there is no sound when stepping on them.

Knocking on the door of the study room, a young man's magnetic voice came from inside. It can fascinate many people, but it is Ji Zhehuan's least favorite voice.

"Come in."

Ji Zhehuan pushed open the door and saw Dong Bocheng sitting on the balcony of the study with his back facing him, making coffee.The transparent kettle on the small coffee table was heated with alcohol, and on the opposite side was a coffee cup that was exactly the same as Dong Bocheng's.He lowered his head slightly, the purpose was not to see this person, and waited for the other person to speak.

Dong Bocheng is the current boss of the "Black Prison".

The largest gang in "Black Prison" City A is also the gang that causes the police department the most headaches.However, since the former boss of the "Black Prison" was shot dead by the police on the spot three years ago, after Dong Bocheng took over the gang, he has invested in several companies, all of which have been successfully listed, and have also given the government a lot of "help" in terms of funds.Dong Bocheng is working hard to whiten the "black prison", so the government is naturally turning a blind eye.

Dong Bocheng, 32 years old, apart from his identity, he looks very attractive. He has been in the "black prison" since he was 15 years old, and he has developed a good figure with good skin. His facial features are well-defined and deep, but a pair of gloomy icy eyes give him a sinister look.

The study was very quiet, only the sound of boiling in the kettle could be heard.

Dong Bocheng turned his head and looked carefully. He hadn't seen him for more than four months. The man was still thin and stood there with his head bowed. His bangs covered his eyes. Even if he couldn't see him, Dong Bocheng knew that he was looking down. What a haughty face under that head.

Slowly pour boiling water into the cup filled with coffee in advance, and the aroma will overflow.

Sighed, inaudible: "Come and sit." Dong Bocheng stretched out his hand in greeting.

Ji Zhehuan refused indifferently: "I have something to say."

The smile on Dong Bocheng's face faded a bit, his left hand on his knee was clenched into a fist, and the whole study instantly exuded a somewhat subtle and dangerous atmosphere, which was honed by Dong Bocheng's years of struggling life. At this time, if there were other people around, they would definitely recognize people and look at their faces, but Ji Zhehuan didn't realize it, his body didn't move, and his face still had the same expression.

After a stalemate for a while, Dong Bocheng let go of his fist and stood up, walked to Ji Zhehuan's side, and reached out to hold his slender and delicate hands hanging down on both sides of his thighs.

Ji Zhehuan avoided it with a calm expression, walked a few steps to the coffee table and sat down.

Dong Bo curled up his hands stiff in the air, his finger bones turned white.Then turned around, smiled and walked over to sit down.

"Huanhuan, did your friend give you a car recently?"

Ji Zhehuan was startled, and said coldly: "What's the matter with you? You don't want to hurt my friend."

"That's not what I meant." Dong Bocheng explained, "If you want a car, just ask..."

Ji Zhehuan stood up: "It's okay, I'll go back."

Dong Bocheng was afraid that he would leave immediately, so he wouldn't keep it up.

"Xu Manjin, do you remember?"

Ji Zhehuan didn't answer. Thinking of that guy, he felt a chill.

Dong Bocheng keenly caught the subtle changes in Ji Zhehuan's expression, as if asking for credit: "I have deposed him."

"Thank you." Ji Zhehuan said.

Dong Bocheng said that if it is abolished, it is abolished, and it has nothing to do with him.

"Huanhuan, if you don't want to, why do you still..."

Ji Zhehuan squinted at him: "You really don't know the reason? Do you want me to tell you one by one?"

Dong Bocheng was speechless.

"Huanhuan..."

"Don't call me that again." Ji Zhehuan said coldly.

"I've been calling for 13 years, and I'm used to it."

Ji Zhehuan didn't argue with him.

"Huanhuan, don't do this kind of thing again in the future, if you are short of money, then..."

Dong Bocheng originally wanted to tell me if he was short of money, but he thought of the fact that he paid Ji Zhehuan's medical expenses before, and he would pay back as much as he paid, and he would pay again.

And said to him in the coldest tone in the world.

"Dong Bocheng, I can't afford it."

Dong Bocheng was afraid of that look, so he changed his words: "If you are short of money, think of other ways, otherwise... otherwise... I don't know what I will do."

Oh, it's always the same sentence.

"Is it okay? I'm going back."

Dong Bocheng's already suppressed anger surged up because of Ji Zhehuan's indifferent attitude, and he seemed to be unwilling to let go: "You promise me."

"What do you promise?" Ji Zhehuan pretended not to understand.

"Ji Zhehuan!"

Dong Bocheng stood up abruptly and knocked down the chair behind him.

Ji Zhehuan stood up and looked at him, although he was a little shorter, he did not lose his momentum at all.

"Dong Bocheng, what I do has nothing to do with you!"

"Clatter!" There was a crackling sound, the things on the coffee table fell, and the fragile glass shattered to the ground.

Dong Bocheng couldn't imagine Ji Zhehuan's appearance under another man, he lost control and put his hand on Ji Zhehuan's throat.

Ji Zhehuan remembered that he had been pinched like this some time ago, it was Wei Ting, but the strength was incomparable to the strength Dong Bo showed in his hands.

Ji Zhehuan didn't resist, he didn't want to resist at all, he thought morbidly—"It hurts so much, so refreshing."

When Dong Bocheng woke up, Ji Zhehuan had already closed his eyes, his face was flushed and a little purple, he was shocked and let go, and the man squatted on the ground coughing continuously.

Every time I cough, my throat seems to be torn.

Dong Bocheng felt remorse and distressed, what is his identity? The boss of "Black Prison", the largest shareholder of "Chengye", has countless subordinates, and even the government is afraid of a person, when did he lose control?

However, facing this person, he couldn't control himself.

I gave him a pat on the back, and I still remembered: "Huanhuan, you would rather do that kind of despicable thing than give in to me?"

"Heh," Ji Zhehuan only felt that he was pathetic and that the man was funny. "Low? Dong Bocheng, have you forgotten? My self-esteem and pride were chopped off by you three years ago."

Ji Zhehuan said coldly, as if he was stating something that had nothing to do with him.

Dong Bocheng looked at Ji Zhehuan's left hand, such a beautiful hand, but half of his little finger was missing. Thinking of the situation at that time, Dong Bocheng's heart ached.

"Huanhuan, don't you understand? I had to do it at the time. I figured it out. If I send it to the hospital in time, I can pick it up and there will be no scars. I made an appointment with the doctor in advance... …”

Even Dong Boxeng felt how powerless his explanation was.

"I am leaving."

Before Ji Zhehuan could step out of his long legs, Dong Bocheng pulled him into his arms.

"Huanhuan... Huanhuan... I'm sorry, if..." Dong Bocheng's lips trembled, "If I said, I just miss you, would you believe me?"

Ji Zhehuan let him hold her, neither resisting nor responding.

"Do not believe."

He didn't get a response, and he didn't hear the answer he wanted. Dong Bocheng felt very satisfied with the other party's non-resistance.He stroked Ji Zhehuan's back with his warm palm.

"Huanhuan, it would be great if you were always so well-behaved."

Ji Zhehuan snorted, and coldly pushed the man away: "Have you hugged enough? I'll go back after hugging enough."

Watching Ji Zhehuan leave, Dong Bocheng stood there for a long time, no one could understand what he was thinking.

Drove home, the car turned off, the huge and unoccupied parking lot made Ji Zhehuan feel a little flustered, hurried upstairs, turned on all the lights in the house, and felt a little more at ease.

He went into the bathroom and put hot water on it. In the mirror, he looked very listless, and the red mark on his neck was very dark. It just so happened that the medicine given by Wei Ting last time hadn't been used up yet.

The right hand caresses the missing little finger of the left hand, which is really ugly.

The wound that was bleeding profusely had already become smooth, and the heart-piercing pain imprinted into my heart.

He wanted to talk to someone, so he picked up his mobile phone and wanted to call Li Bai. Originally, he only saved Li Bai's number in his mobile phone. Wei Ting saved the number privately last time, and he didn't bother to delete it.

He and Li Bai were already in a mess without cleaning up, and he didn't want to call him. Every time he took the initiative, he felt that he hurt Li Bai even more.

Loneliness is a terrible thing. He just wants to hear other people's voices at the moment, and everyone is good.

His fingers uncontrollably clicked on Wei Ting's name, and he was connected quickly. Wei Ting maintained a star demeanor over there.

"็ Hello Who are you?"

He opened his mouth, his throat hurt so badly that he couldn't speak.

After hanging up the phone half a minute later, Ji Zhehuan felt that he must be crazy. Is he already so afraid of being alone?

Stripped naked and sank into the bathtub, he needed to wake up.

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