[Quick wear] His ex, he overturned again

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It was the sound of a car hitting a tree.

Passers-by screamed, and Koy closed his eyes and trembled.

The expected pain did not happen, and he was pulled aside by a force.

"Are you OK!"

An anxious voice sounded.

Ke Yi opened his eyes, saw the man's nervous expression, and murmured, "Fang Baiqiu?"

Seeing the young man's pale face and crying red eyes, Fang Baiqiu was stunned, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

It was originally the plane at seven o'clock in the morning, and he was about to fly back to the country.

Then never come back.

By coincidence, he drove to the community where Ke Yi lived, but only stayed at the door, but unexpectedly, he saw Ke Yi.

At four o'clock in the morning, why would he walk alone crying.

Isn't today his birthday?

He got out of the car and yelled several times, but Ke Yi didn't hear him, so he had to chase after him.

"Did something happen?"

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gasoline. The driver wobbled and climbed out of the twisted door. Passers-by surrounded him and pointed at him. Someone was already calling the police.

Ke Yi lowered his eyes and gently pushed Fang Baiqiu away.

"It's nothing."

He didn't sleep all night, and he didn't have much strength.

Too many things happened, Jinghuai's, parents', Cheng Shuwen's.

I thought that by making Jing Huai completely cold and completely cutting off their contact, life would be back on track.

I was too naive.

"Is not you going home?"

Listening to the sound of birdsong in the morning, Koy turned around silently.

don't want to go back.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly felt a tingling pain in his arm, touched it, and finally touched the warm liquid.

Raise your palm.

Blood on one hand.

Koy was dizzy for a moment before realizing that his arm had been cut open by something.

Maybe it's a splash of stone, maybe it's a piece of wood.

Fang Baiqiu also saw it, and quickly said, "I'll take you to the hospital."

"No, I myself..."

There was another burst of dizziness before him, and when he realized it, he was already in Fang Baiqiu's car.

He opened his mouth, covered the wound, and lowered his eyes wearily.

After more than ten minutes, he entered the emergency department of the hospital. While disinfecting his wound, the doctor said that the wound was only superficial and nothing serious.

Ke Yi hummed, stretched out his injured arm, supported his chin, and closed his eyes. The tingling pain of disinfection couldn't overcome the deep drowsiness.

He fell asleep.

The doctor said it was all right, the young man hung his head and did not respond, so he took a closer look.

It's weird that someone actually fell asleep while the wound was being treated.

Doesn't he feel pain?

Fang Baiqiu walked in, saw Ke Yi falling asleep, and called out a few times, but Ke Yi didn't respond, he hesitated again and again, so he had to hug him up.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the hickey on Koy's neck, which was particularly obvious on his fair neck.

who.

His heart tightened, and finally he gave up guessing dejectedly.

It doesn't matter who it is.

But what is that bruise?

It looks like... a pinch mark?

It seemed that someone had strangled his neck severely, and judging by the color of the bruise, it seemed that it was just a few hours ago.

Fang Baiqiu's breath was stagnant, he lowered his head, looking at the beautiful eyebrows and wet eyelashes of the young man in his arms.

Could Koy's distraught look be related to this incident?

But he obviously ran away from home.

The young man frowned, and softly said something raving, not very clear, Fang Baiqiu's pupils shrank.

The last two words of this sentence seem to be...

Jinghuai? !

……

meeting room.

Everyone looked at the man sitting at the head and looked at each other, but no one dared to speak.

Their boss left suddenly, and they only dealt with affairs through video conferences and emails. They breathed a sigh of relief. This month passed like a new year. They thought that Jing Huai had finally figured it out, and finally planned to take a vacation for themselves.

Jing Huai gave himself a vacation, and they were finally able to relax from his pressure.

After just a month, he came back.

Moreover, the work intensity has gone up to a higher level than before. Not only does he work on his own, but the entire middle and senior management have to stay up late with him.

If it weren't for the extremely good salary and shares, they would have quit long ago.

At the end of the two-hour meeting, Yang Xue, who was in charge of the meeting, threw her head on the computer and sighed: "What's wrong with Mr. Jing, is coffee flowing from his blood vessels!"

No, she must take a nap today.

If this continues, no expensive anti-aging cream will be able to save this face.

After being patted on the head, she raised her head and saw the assistant to the vice president who also had dark circles throwing her a dozen documents.

The assistant shrugged his shoulders and sighed, "Who knows, maybe I lost my relationship."

"I'm not broken in love."

The man's emotionless voice suddenly sounded, and the two raised their heads together, seeing Jing Huai standing at the door, looking at them with a gloomy expression, their hearts skipped a beat at the same time.

A thought flashed through my mind at the same time.

Oh, and this month's bonus is gone!

Jing Huai turned around and returned to the office, sat down and supported his forehead, and pressed his temples.

Lost in love?

He sneered.

Koy and him are not in a romantic relationship, it's just a pure transaction.

Since Ke Yi really cheated, and he didn't want to have anything to do with him, why did he threaten Ke Yi in every possible way to continue the transaction.

Coy was right.

So childish.

At nine o'clock in the evening, he drove back home, took a shower, saw the big empty bed in the bedroom, and suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Because the image of Coy appeared in his mind.

Koy was wearing a wide shirt, the sleeves covered his fingers, and the hem barely covered the heels of his legs. He hugged his slender calves and looked over with a blushing face.

This one he let Coy through.

Then I cried a lot.

Jing Huai took a deep breath and severely erased the image.

Turning on the phone, for some reason, he pressed the address book, and inevitably, he saw the contact of Ke Yi.

The call log stopped on the night I went to the clubhouse.

With a blank face, he moved his fingertips and pressed the delete button.

Then pause.

The fingers seemed to be disobedient, and I found myself pressing down no matter what.

Thoughts flew outside.

If the company of Ke Yi's parents goes bankrupt, he is not the one who can help, and that person happens to fall in love with Ke Yi, and if he threatens him in this way, will Ke Yi agree?

Before the results were released, Jing Huai's face darkened, and he went to the study to look through the public relations plan submitted by the planning department.

Why would you want someone who has nothing to do with you.

Whether he is willing or not, whether he agrees or not, has nothing to do with him.

Waking up in the middle of the night, Jing Huai subconsciously stretched out his arms to hug him, but the hug came to nothing.

Suddenly no sleep.

Anping would put his arms around his little lover, and when he was half asleep, he received a call from Jing Huai, got up cursing, and drove to the bar.

He sat down next to Jing Huai, yawning and complaining.

"In the middle of the night, you want to drink and find someone else. I'm busy."

After a while, he turned his head and saw Jing Huai holding a wine glass, with a half-empty wine bottle standing beside him, he was immediately happy again.

"Jing Huai, have you changed your sex? Don't you never come to bars to drink?"

This posture is borrowing alcohol to relieve worries, it's so strange.

Jing Huai didn't speak, just took a sip of the wine, the high alcohol cut his throat like a knife, it didn't make him drunk, but made him more sober.

"You fucking called me over, you didn't want me to watch you drink." Anping scratched his hair and said helplessly.

He was about to leave when he heard Jing Huai speak in a low voice.

"If there is a person who has nothing to do with you, and you don't want to be in touch with him anymore..."

"But you always think about him, why is that happening."

Anpinghui drew his voice, "Please, it doesn't matter what you call it? I beg you to tell the truth, okay?"

"...a lover from long ago."

He froze for a moment, smelling a hint of gossip.

Jing Huai actually fell in love?

But he didn't dare to gossip, so he had no choice but to draw a firm conclusion, "Then you still like him."

As soon as the words fell, Jing Huai turned his head quickly, his eyes became extremely cold, as if he wanted to swallow himself alive.

He was startled, and heard Jing Huai sneer again.

"Like? I hate him for being too late."

Ke Yi even told himself that he cheated on Fang Baiqiu back then, how could he still like him.

Absolutely, impossible.

"Okay, okay, let's analyze the head office step by step."

Anping also ordered a glass of wine, crossed his fingers and made a professional look, "When you think of him, what do you want to do to him, the first reaction, don't think too much."

Jing Huai lowered his eyes, staring at the golden liquor.

What do you want to do?

Hold him, kiss him, possess him so hard that Koy will cry out loud!Let him cry while admitting his mistakes.

He still thinks so.

Anpinghui waited for a while but didn't get an answer, but felt that Jinghuai's air pressure was getting lower and lower, and his face was getting uglier, and it took a while before he finally waited for three words.

"I want to hug him."

"Brother." He pulled his hair, speechless to the extreme, "You want to hug him! And you say you don't like him! Don't tell me the way you treat your enemy is to kiss and hug him, and then put him on the bed for a meal?"

Jing Huai's fingertips holding the wine glass suddenly turned white.

That's right.

I did it myself.

Anping would say: "It doesn't need to be said, you just like him."

"I do not like him."

"Admit it, you like it."

"do not like."

"like."

Anping would feel that their conversation was like a fight between elementary school students, and was about to give up when he heard a cracking sound, and cracks appeared in the wine glass in Jing Huai's hand.

The next second it shattered into pieces.

Jing Huai let go of his hand expressionlessly, and shook the wine on his fingertips. The shards of the wine glass cut his fingertips, and the alcohol scorched the wound. He stood up and prepared to leave.

He was extremely dissatisfied with this conclusion.

The mobile phone placed on the wine table vibrated suddenly, and it displayed an unfamiliar number. Jing Huai glanced at it, and was about to hang up, but stopped at the last second.

Where did I see this number.

He narrowed his eyes, and after a while, he sneered.

Fang Baiqiu.