Venomous tongue top stream is a small stutter [rebirth]

Song Zhi stood in front of the full-length mirror, wearing the coat that Yan Huai put on before he left, and the light-colored plaid shirt that was close to him was torn in a mess, especially the fabric on the shoulders and chest.

There are seven or eight hickey marks on the chest exposed in front of the glass mirror, each of which is so heavy that I wish I could imprint it forever.

Song Zhi's reddish eye sockets stopped at the corner of her mouth through the mirror, and the pain from that moment still remained on her bleeding lower lip.

Brother Yan Huai has never been like this before, he must be really angry.

It was fierce and painful.

Song Zhi came out of the bathroom, took off Yan Huai's coat, unbuttoned the two remaining buttons, threw the torn clothes into the trash can, and took out a new one from the closet to change into.

He carefully folded Yan Huai's clothes and put them aside, propped his chin, and looked at the dark suit. He could still smell the residual lime scent on his body.

It's because I'm too greedy, everything I have now shouldn't belong to him.

Song Zhi bent over and opened the bottom drawer of the bedside table, and took out a well-preserved document from it.

The bright characters on the head hurt Song Zhi's eyes.

prenuptial agreement.

This was drawn up the day before he and Yan Huai officially went through the marriage formalities. Most of the content was proposed by him, and Yan Huai added a few clauses later, all of which were favorable to Song Zhi.

He turned over the last page of the agreement, and his eyes stopped on the penultimate line.

"The agreement came into force on the day of the marriage and ended two years later, on June 2022, 6."

Today is June 2022, 6, and there is only one week left before the termination of the agreement.

In other words, there are still seven days until their second wedding anniversary, but they haven't even celebrated last year's anniversary.

Marriage by agreement does not require anniversaries at all.

Song Zhi closed the agreement, he took out his mobile phone and dialed, the beep sounded until he was impatient before being connected, "One week at the latest, help me find a house near the company."

"Are you sick or free?" Linda scolded him when she came up.

Song didn't have a good temper either, "My home is too far away from the company, I feel tired."

"First, your home is only 10 minutes away from the company, and you have a 24-hour on-call driver. Second, ancestor, you haven't been to the company for half a year, thank you."

"I'll come here later, okay?" Song Zhi was inexplicably angry, "That driver drives slowly, I'm impatient."

"If you want to change the driver, just say so."

Song Zhi: "I'll bear with it, find me a house first."

"You want to move, does Boss Yan know?"

Song Zhi pretended not to care, and said impatiently, "It's none of his business."

"You two quarreled?"

"No." Worried about revealing his secrets, Song Zhi added, "Don't tell him about my house search."

"What the hell are you crazy about?"

"Aren't you afraid of getting wrinkles if you care so much? Just do as I say." Song Zhi felt blocked and had nowhere to vent, "In half an hour, I will come out to drink at the old place."

"Drink your uncle." Linda said loudly, "I've been very busy recently, you just stay at home."

"I'm working hard to make money, and you just use my money for entertainment?"

"I have something else to do, I'll contact you later." Linda's voice softened, and she added, "Also, don't run around."

Song Zhi stared blankly at the hung up phone, Linda rarely did this.In particular, he heard a familiar voice one second before the call was hung up.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Linda made dozens of phone calls to Song Zhi, but there was no answer.

Linda thought she knew Song Zhi well, and he rarely asked to go to the bar.In the eyes of the outside world, Song Zhi looks like a flirtatious young man who often goes to nightclubs, but in fact he is just a lazy guy who likes to sleep.

The most strange thing is that Song Zhi is very sleepy, and he can't live in a villa of several hundred square meters. How could he be so bored to rent a house outside.

Linda was worried, and turned on the positioning system with Song Zhi.This is the software that Linda forced to bind with Song Zhi when she couldn't find Song Zhi for half a month a year ago.

Unless there are special circumstances, Linda doesn't want to pay too much attention to Song Zhi's personal privacy.

She gritted her teeth while looking at the location, and pressed a dent on the silicone shell with her sharp nails. She hurriedly dialed Assistant Yang's phone number.

"Excuse me, is it convenient for you or Mr. Yan to pick up Song Zhi?" Linda's tone was impatient, but she tried her best to be polite, "I really can't get away."

"I'm a little worried about him."

Linda didn't know why Song Zhi went there, but what was certain was that that bar was very dangerous for Song Zhi.

"Where is Mr. Xiao Song?" Assistant Yang's tone was official and calm, making Linda even more abrupt.

"I'll send you the location."

"It's troublesome."

It was eleven o'clock in the evening when Yan Huai's flight landed in Qiannan. As soon as he turned on his phone, he received a call from Assistant Yang.

"Mr. Yan, Mr. Xiao Song is alone at the bar." Assistant Yang continued, "I have arranged for someone to guard him. He is safe now."

"The one he often goes to?" Yan Huai pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingertips.

"No." Assistant Yang paused for a moment, "The location of the bar has been sent to you."

Yan Huai turned on the phone, and the name of the bar was sharp and dazzling.It was the most famous shop in the city's Custom Street, and more importantly, it was the same shop.

Yan Huai got into the car and stepped on the accelerator.

羽$&西&|The city that is approaching the early morning has long since come to an end, and there are only a few glowing old street lamps left on the empty road, flickering on and off in the night.

Yan Huai's car turned into the next intersection, Fengsu Street was a deep alley, and the car couldn't drive in.The bright lights over there are quite different from the night, but Yan Huai doesn't like it.

He stepped to the door of the bar in a hurry, pushed the door open and entered.

In the dimly lit bar, blaring music was blaring, and Song Zhi's position was extremely conspicuous.He was wearing a black hoodie and sat in the shadows at the far corner of the bar.

Surrounded by three bodyguards in suits, they put their hands behind their backs, keeping Song Zhi out of the hustle and bustle, and didn't care about other people's gazes at all.

After seeing Yan Huai, the bodyguards all signaled and gave way.

Yan Huai's eyes fell on a whole row of empty wine glasses, which was more than Song Zhi had drunk in the previous 20 years.

He didn't know exactly what happened, why Song Zhi became more and more disobedient and out of his control.

With a cold face, Yan Huai pulled him into his arms and led him out of the bar.

At this moment, Song Zhi was so drunk that he was unconscious, and his whole body was paralyzed on him, and there was a strong smell of alcohol everywhere.

He suspected that he was too conniving, which made Song Zhi act boldly and touch his bottom line again and again.

Yan Huai carried him into the co-pilot, took off his coat and covered Song Zhi's body, making sure that he was fine before driving with confidence.

During this period, Yan Huai was forced to stop four times, hugged Song Zhi and vomited three times, and it took more than an hour to get home smoothly.

Yan Huai carried him to bed, and made him hangover soup himself, but obviously, no amount of soup could alleviate this kind of alcohol consumption.

"It's so uncomfortable." Song Zhi hugged Yan Huai's arm and moaned.

"You asked for it." Yan Huai's anger was still there, but he couldn't help but care about him.

Song Zhi seemed frightened by his words, let go of his arm, rubbed his eyes, "Are you my brother Yan Huai?"

"Otherwise, who else do you want to find?" Yan Huai's tone was cold.

"I'm looking for you." Lying on the bed, Song Zhi arched her forehead on his lap, and took out her mobile phone from her pocket, "Can I add your WeChat."

Even if we have to separate in the future, at least we can greet each other as ordinary friends.Ordinary friends can add WeChat.

"Didn't you add it?"

Little King of ICBC.

Yan Huai didn't know Song Zhi's purpose of adding him with this nickname, but even if Song Zhi didn't say it, Yan Huai knew all his numbers by heart.

"No, I didn't add it, I didn't add it, don't tell my parents." Song Zhi begged him pitifully, shaking her legs.

Yan Huai was amused by him, rubbed his hair, and couldn't help but think of his childhood.

At that time, Song Zhi didn't study well, and was obsessed with playing games every day. His parents confiscated his computer and prohibited him from playing.

Song Zhi knew that it would be hard not to be noticed if he bought another computer, so he used his pocket money to buy a mobile phone and planned to play mobile games instead.

Song Zhi who got the phone was very excited, and immediately added Yan Huai's WeChat, but the latter told his parents mercilessly.

Song Zhi's mobile phone was confiscated before it was warmed up. Since then, he has had a heart attack and refused to add Yan Huai's WeChat.

"Okay, I won't tell." Yan Huai followed his words, turned on his mobile phone, entered Song Zhi's number to search and add, and Yu*#西|=Zheng took out Song Zhi's mobile phone to confirm the approval.

"You can contact me at any time in the future." Yan Huai returned the phone to him, "But you have to tell me, why did you go to that kind of place?"

"I want to forget you."

Yan Huai's heart twitched, "Why do you want to forget it?"

"Because... I like you so much."

"Like me?" Yan Huai's chest felt sour, and his fingertips brushed Song Zhi's jaw, "Why didn't you say it when you were sober?"

Song Zhi kept silent, let go of his arm, and turned her back to him.

Yan Huai, however, was unwilling to give up. He put his arms around his waist and forcibly turned him over, pinching his chin to force Song Zhi to look at him, "Why do you never say you like me when you're sober?"

Seeing that Song Zhi still ignored him, Yan Huai leaned on the bed with one knee, pressed his struggling shoulder, and looked down at him, "Song Zhi, answer me."

Song Zhi curled up, her eyes were red, "My stomach hurts."

Most of Yan Huai's backlog of anger was extinguished at this moment, Song Zhi was his catastrophe, and could fall in a second.

Yan Huai rubbed his palms to warm up, and poked in along Song Zhi's bottom, "Is this here?"

The latter lay flat on the bed and stopped moving, with grievance still hidden in his tone and eyes, "A little bit above."

"Here?" Yan Huai touched his smooth belly.

Song Zhi nodded, her eyes were still steaming.

Halfway through his stomach, Song Zhi suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled it out, "Don't, don't rub it."

What's wrong? "Yan Huai stopped, but didn't take his hand away.

Song Zhi sniffed, "I don't have abdominal muscles, so it's hard to touch."

"You still have the heart to think about this?" Yan Huai who was angry was amused by him, "Little fool, I like you even if I don't."

"Oh." Song Zhi scribbled for a while, "Can you kiss me?"

"Why did I kiss you?" Yan Huai was caught off guard by the sudden request.

"I won't be able to kiss you anymore."

"Why can't I kiss you?"

Song Zhi didn't want to explain, and started playing tricks again, "Can't you just kiss?"

"No kiss." Yan Huai suppressed his anger, "We'll talk about it when you sober up. Yu Cricket"

"Oh." Seeing that the other party was unwilling to compromise, Song Zhi no longer insisted, he looked at Yan Huai without moving an inch until his eyes gradually closed.

Yan Huai looked at Song Zhi who had fallen asleep, and the rubbing movements gradually slowed down and stopped.

His eyes rested on Song Zhi's forehead, the tip of his nose and his lips, reluctant to leave, and finally exhaled.

"Good night." Before Yan Huai left, he finally placed a kiss on Song Zhi's forehead.

"I lost to you."

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