Altar of Infinity

Xie Ji was full of thoughts, and Wu Ying was still in the villa. He didn't sleep deeply or well that night, and woke up before six o'clock.

He opened his eyes, Jiang Jichu slept very honestly, what he was like when he was sleeping, and what he is now, with his back to him, leaving him with a hairy back of the head.

The young man who was indifferent and distant during the day was so quiet that he was somewhat docile. From his angle, he could still see a section of fair neck.

Xie Ji moved his index finger.

He seemed to be very interested in Jiang Jichu's neck last time.

But he was indeed not a womanizer like Li Tianheng, even if he didn't get enough sleep, he would quickly regain his sanity.

Jiang Jichu was still sleeping, and the quilt was only half covered. From his angle, he could not only see the back of Jiang Jichu's neck, but he could also see the back of his waist as long as he lifted up his shirt.

Xie Ji settled down, hooked a finger on the hem of the clothes as lightly as possible, and pulled upwards...

Before he could reach a sufficient height, Jiang Jichu suddenly held down his wrist.

It was the instinctive defense and counterattack after being offended. Jiang Jichu turned over neatly, grabbed his forearm with his left hand, pressed his shoulder with his right hand, and pressed him to the opposite side. His light-colored eyes were neither angry nor angry. looking at him.

"Mr. Xie, it's not a gentleman's job to pick up//people's clothes//clothes while others are not paying attention."

Xie Ji practiced various fighting skills since he was a child, his instincts were faster than his reason, his upper body flicked along Jiang Jichu's strength and he broke free smoothly, then pulled Jiang Jichu's arm back, pressed the opponent's shoulder in a way that the opponent subdued him, and directly faced him face down Pressed into the quilt.

Jiang Jichu's empty left hand clenched a fist at him, but he easily dispelled it, clasping both wrists of the opponent with one hand.

When Jiang Ji saw Xie Ji's gentleness and elegance for the first time, he thought he was a businessman relying solely on his brains, but when he moved, he couldn't break free, so he couldn't help but uttered in displeasure: "Mr. Xie really repays kindness with revenge."

Xie Ji hurriedly let go of his hand: "Sorry, I originally..."

As soon as he started talking, Jiang Jichu turned back and punched him again, he quickly raised his hand to block it.

Xie Ji knew he was in the wrong, so he didn't have the nerve to show his real skills, but Jiang Jichu didn't worry about it.

Jiang Jichu looks slender at first glance, and he is a student of art and Chinese painting. He stays at home all day, covering his face whiter than a girl. He looks gentle and quiet, but he moves his hands harder than anyone else.

Xie Ji grasped Jiang Jichu's punching fist, and comforted him: "Jichu, listen to me first."

Jiang Jichu wanted to withdraw his fist, but he didn't.

Xie Ji: "I want to see if you have a red mole on your waist. This matter is very important. I also know that the request is a bit offensive. I thought you were still asleep and wanted to take a peek. I apologize to you."

Jiang Jichu can't be said to be invincible all over the world, but he hasn't been suppressed so miserably in his life. For a while, he didn't even care about the anger of being stripped of his shirt when he woke up in the morning: "We fight with dignity, you fight If you win, it's over."

The two men continued to be friends after the fight, Xie Ji let go of Jiang Jichu, it would be good to let Jiang Jichu vent at this time.

He got off the bed with his front feet, and Jiang Jichu chased after him with his back feet.

The spacious master bedroom has become a fighting arena for two people.

Xie Ji first only defended and did not attack, Jiang Jichu flew up with a windy kick and hit him on the side of the neck. After he blocked it, he let go immediately, and then went to catch the fist that hit the front door, reversing more than ten strokes one after another.

Jiang Jichu's skills are good, but there is still a little distance compared with him.

When he felt that Jiang Jichu was about to vent, he twisted Jiang Jichu's arm, and pressed the person face down on the table.

Jiang Jichu's left arm was twisted behind his back, his right hand supported the table and wanted to stand up straight, but Xie Ji leaned over and pressed down.

The table was made of marble and covered with a layer of pure black glass. Through the reflection of the glass, he could see Xie Ji's expression behind him, broad and even with helpless tenderness.

The higher body temperature dyed his body through the cloth, his voice was hoarse and hoarse, and the hot breath he exhaled unintentionally hit the back of his neck, causing him to move involuntarily.

"Do you still want to fight?"

Jiang Jichu made a fortune, but Xie Ji was as stable as Mount Tai.

He really can't beat it.

Xie Ji lowered his head, his face was about to be buried in his shoulder, and his voice was gentle: "Ji Chu, this matter is very important, I'll just take a look, okay?"

He said coldly: "If I refuse, will Mr. Xie come to force it?"

When he investigated Xie Ji, he heard many rumors.

Mr. Xie, who controlled the Xie family at a young age and piled the Xie family into a giant, seems to be easy to get along with, but to be able to sit in a high position, is it the type who can change his mind with just a few words?

If Xie sent something hard, he would... He seemed to have nothing to do.

Jiang Jichu's heart was getting heavier and heavier, he was about to say something sarcastic, but Xie Ji let him go first.

He turned around puzzled, Xie Ji smiled at him and said, "If you refuse, of course I respect your opinion."

Jiang Ji was taken aback when he heard the words, Xie Ji, this is like a duck that has been released.

He rubbed his wrists to see if Xie Ji's expression had changed.

Xie Ji didn't lie to Jiang Jichu, the body is a person's privacy, and it is protected by the law, not to mention that it is not a shocking event that people will die if they don't look at it, Jiang Jichu is not willing, so forget it.

He can verify his guesses in other ways.

"How do you know I have a mole on my lower back?" Jiang Jichu asked suddenly.

Xie Ji couldn't say that he dreamed that we were doing that kind of thing, Jiang Jichu decided to go to the kitchen to copy a knife and chop him up.

He frowned, and said inscrutablely: "Secret."

Jiang Jichu looked at him quietly, and after a long while said, "Yes, but I have to make an exchange."

Xie Ji: "Swap?"

"Mr. Xie's portrait right," Jiang Jichu added, "it will not be disclosed, not sold, and not profited. It is only for one time. If one day we run into each other, Mr. Xie should not be held accountable."

Xie Ji: "You want to draw me? Are you going to draw something."

Jiang Jichu's eyes dodged: "How ugly, how to paint."

Xie Ji immediately thought of the painting under the white cloth in the studio.

Jiang Jichu first killed and then played, and now he wanted to come to him to ask for a disclaimer, or Jiang Jichu himself was embarrassed, and the disclaimer was for peace of mind.

Xie Ji raised his eyebrows and glanced at Jiang Jichu.

He doesn't think that Jiang Jichu is interested in him. As an artist, he may simply think that the picture is good or something, so when he draws it, he is a tool man.

Jiang Jichu felt guilty when he was seen by Xie Ji, his eyes seemed to be able to see what he was thinking, and he couldn't help urging: "Should I change?"

Xie Ji nodded: "Yes."

Jiang Jichu: "Really?"

Xie Ji: "Really."

With the guarantee from Xie Ji, Jiang Jichu felt better.

He turned his back and took the initiative to lift most of the black shirt.

Just now on the bed, I only saw half the width of a knuckle, but now most of it is exposed, Xie Ji suddenly realized that the waist in front of him is the same as the one in his dream.

Thin, white and thin, a small red mole is like a prairie fire at the position above the waist.

It is impossible for the illusion to concoct such minute details.

The deep-rooted lingering in the dream is not an illusion caused by the spell, but a real memory awakened.

He and Jiang Jichu had known each other two or three years ago, and they were so fond of each other that they were willing to hold back nothing.

But he doesn't remember at all.

not at all.

"Are you ready?" Jiang Jichu reminded.

Xie sent back to God: "Okay."

Jiang Jichu twisted his neck back to look at his back, but he couldn't see it: "Is there?"

Xie Ji stretched out a finger, quickly and lightly tapped on the spot of the little mole: "Here."

Jiang Jichu raised his eyebrows: "It really does exist, what does it represent?"

Xie Ji didn't know whether he should tell Jiang Jichu, or what to say. He hesitated, and his cell phone, which had been silent all night, rang.

Have a signal? !

When he was sleeping, he took out his mobile phone and put it on the bedside table, and when he heard the sound, he hurried over to pick it up.

Yang Yuan.

It's just that the signal is not as smooth as usual, and it sounds intermittent, but Yang Yuan's tone of anxiety can still be heard: "Xie Ji, are you still alive?"

Xie Ji: "...live very well."

Yang Yuan obviously breathed a sigh of relief: "That's fine, I just finished my work, and my mother gave me a series of fatal calls as soon as I turned on the machine. You did a good job, can you blame me, no matter what you did that night... "

Xie Ji: "Ahem, let's get to the point."

Yang Yuan paused, and cleverly understood his meaning: "Is there someone beside you?"

Xie Ji: "Yes."

Yang Yuan: "I can't get through to you. You have never turned off your mobile phone for so many things about Xie Shi, so you think something is wrong. I did a fortune telling for you, and it turned out that you are being trapped by ghosts. Do you know Do you know where you are, is it the villas in the northern suburbs of the city?"

Xie Ji's understanding of Yang Yuan's business level has reached a new level: "Yes, I ran into a ghost when I got off work, and when I drove to Fuqiang Road, it was like entering a different world or encountering a ghost hitting a wall, and then I drove here and was caught. A friend took it in."

Yang Yuan: "Both of you protect yourselves, I'm already here, give me 10 minutes."

call ended.

Xie Ji looked at the status bar of the phone, but there was still no signal. Yang Yuan's call should have come in through special means.

He put away his mobile phone and said to Jiang Jichu: "Rescue soldiers are coming."

Jiang Jichu: "Your cousin who is good at controlling ghosts?"

Xie Ji: "Yes. I'll be there in 10 minutes. I'm going to wash my face. Are you going?"