After the divorce, the salted fish beauty has a cub

The lampshades above the two people's heads were snow-white, and the light that fell down was soft and moist. Gu Jian's eyelashes were drooping, and the small shadow on the eyelids was cold and thin. I don't know if he didn't feel it, or he didn't take it seriously at all. He just let Cheng Xijue hold his lips. knee.

This gave Cheng Xijue a feeling that he could do whatever he wanted.

Cheng Xijue stood up straight, raised his lower jaw, bent down and bit his thin lips, biting his lips and pulling gently, breath entangled and overlapped between square inches.

Then, he went one step further, pinching Gu Jian's cheeks to lure him to open his mouth, his teeth and tongue attacking violently, sweeping towards him like a tiger or wolf, without giving him a chance to breathe or refuse, until the corners of Gu Jian's eyes turned red and his chest was full of breath. Difficulties fluctuated slightly, and he pecked slowly and gently to calm his emotions.

With superb skills and an orderly rhythm, he is a self-taught old driver.

Gu Jian leaned his back against the wall, neither refusing nor responding, except for the blush on his face, it didn't look like he was kissing someone deeply.

It wasn't until Cheng Xijue bit the corner of his mouth that he softly "hissed" in a thick and hoarse voice, whispering, "Mr. Cheng, you can kiss, but you can't bite."

Cheng Xijue moved away, touched the soft flesh of his jaw, and teased him like a cat, "You keep kissing like this?"

Gu Jian touched the corners of his mouth, the skin wasn't broken, but his lips were numb. He got up and looked at the mirror on the wall. His thin lips were loose and moist, slightly red and swollen. It looked like someone had violently disturbed them.

Cheng Xijue looked at him through the mirror, nodded apologetically, but there was no apology in his smiling eyes.

beep beep-

The electronic lock of the locker room suddenly clicked mechanically.

The sharp voice broke the ambiguous and private atmosphere, and the two people's eyes met in the mirror for a moment. Cheng Xijue just mentioned that no one would come here usually, except for cleaning.

Cheng Xijue grabbed Gu Jian's wrist, dragged him across the dressing room, opened the door of the last cubicle, rolled over his waist while holding his wrist, and pushed him into the cramped cubicle.

The two men were tall and slender, and they could only squeeze their flesh against each other in the small cubicle at the same time. Gu Jian's cold nose poked Cheng Xijue's chin, but he was quite calm and asked softly, "What is Mr. Cheng afraid of?"

Cheng Xijue stared at him for a few seconds, then leaned into his ear and said, "I'm afraid others will see you like this."

Gu Jian leaned his head against the wooden partition, his snow-white Adam's apple rolled slightly, like the sharp icicles on a glacier, obviously holding back a smile, and looked at Cheng Xijue with meaningful eyes, "Unexpectedly, I have the opportunity to meet Mr. Cheng Hide in the last compartment."

Intentionally or unintentionally, the pronunciation emphasizes the "last compartment".

Cheng Xijue cast a deep glance at him, ignored him, and turned his face to listen to the movement in the locker room.

Gu Jian was obviously in a better mood after playing bad tricks, and stared at Cheng Xijue unblinkingly with his black and clean pupils.

In the small and closed space, the peaceful aura of his body was scattered in the air, different from the perfume used by others, his smell was clean and pure, a bit abstinent and cool, sexy, and it was caught in Cheng Xijue's breath bit by bit.

Being able to become the helm of Frey, Cheng Xi feels that his ability to restrain desires is far superior to most people, but there is only a fragment in his mind.

In the living room of the villa, Gu Jian was lying on the sofa dripping wet, with beautiful curves on his eyes, and asked calmly, "Mr. Cheng can't forget it. Could it be that he wants to fight with me in the last cubicle?"

Cheng Xijue's throat was dry and his blood was throbbing when he thought of that scene, but how did he answer at that time?

It seems to be saying: You are shameless, I want shame.

"..."

Cheng Xijue was silent.

Staying in the cramped space with no air circulation, Gu Jian felt slightly dizzy, Cheng Xijue weighed heavily on him, and couldn't breathe in his chest. His physical condition has been bad recently, and he often feels dizzy and nauseated.

The food he swallowed in the Chinese restaurant just now was screaming and sour in his stomach, as if something alive was churning in his stomach, wanting to vomit it out.

Gu Jian raised his arms to cover his eyes, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to suppress the nauseating feeling in his stomach, but to no avail, the sour taste in his throat became more and more intense, and it took almost all his strength to hold back the vomit.

The sound of the vacuum cleaner in the locker room disappeared, Cheng Xijue opened his arms and looked at him worriedly: "You started to feel sick again?"

Gu Jian pushed open the compartment door, leaped onto the sink in big strides, turned on the faucet with one hand, leaned over and retched as if trying his best.

Cheng Xijue arched his thin back with his palms, trying to make him more comfortable.

Gu Jian's stomach was cramping, and the nausea gradually subsided. He turned the water to the maximum, splashed a handful of water on his face, picked up the bag of mouthwash next to him, tore it open, and lowered his head to gargle silently. mouth.

Cheng Xijue frowned, and said in an unquestionable tone, "Gu Jian, I have to take you to the doctor."

Splashes of water fell on Gu Jian's neckline and hair, and he was wet and obedient, like a poor dog in the water. He spat out his mouthwash, his voice hoarse, "No, I'll go by myself."

Cheng Xijue looked at him incredulously.

Gu Jian wiped the corner of his mouth with a piece of paper, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "Mr. Cheng, don't worry about me, I will definitely go."

Cheng Xijue thought about it, and said firmly, "I'll arrange a private hospital for you, and I want to see your examination report."

Although Gu Jian's life has been quite chaotic these years, smoking, drinking and staying up late is not bad, but because he is young, he has never had any health problems, and recently he has frequent nausea and vomiting. He probably has a guess in his heart.

Stomach cancer late?

His grandfather died of this disease. During those few years, he had nausea and vomiting every day. He had no appetite, couldn’t eat, and had no energy every day. It was quite different from his current condition.

Gu Jian raised his eyes, his thin face in the mirror was bloodless, as pale as faded drawing paper, he closed his eyes, and gave a soft "hmm".

The next morning, when Frey invested, the morning sun was shining, and the spacious hall was shining brightly. The elites in the financial circle came and went, well-dressed, and warmly greeted Cheng Xijue.

Cheng Xijue nodded absently, and walked into the private living room, where Muro was taking the most expensive bottle of red wine from the wine rack familiarly, and opened the bottle without any notice.

"You still have the most complete vintage of wine here. I haven't found this vintage in French wine cellars."

Muro smiled and waved the red wine bottle in his hand, poured it into the decanter with a slender neck, lay back and sat on the comfortable sofa.

Cheng Xijue was not in the mood to talk to him, and asked bluntly, "You came to me for a drink?"

Muro took a deep sip of the aroma of red wine, stretched his long legs contentedly, "Since I came back from the tour, you've been around your wife every day, and you don't have time to drink with your friends, isn't that too much?"

Cheng Xijue Shi Shiran sat on the armrest of the sofa, overlooking the steel forest in Yuning City through the glass window, "I can't say that I value sex over friends. The company is very busy recently. If you have anything to say, just tell me."

Muro gave a meaningful "tsk", suppressed the smile on his face, and said in a deep voice, "I want you to help me find someone."

"Who?"

"Song Liang."

Cheng Xijue seemed to have heard the name somewhere, and was about to think about it, when Muro pressed his voice and said word by word: "You study abroad, do you know Mensa Club?"

Cheng Xijue knows the Mensa Club very well. It is a so-called top high-IQ club formed by a group of top students from world-class universities. Members are strictly assessed and the number of members is small. They often organize members to tap their potential, temper their intellectual instincts, and solve some unsolved mysteries of the world.

Speaking of Mensa, Cheng Xijue remembered where he had heard Song Liang's name.

Song Liang is the president of a similar association in his country. He met Song Liang himself at Cheng Xijue’s dinner party many years ago. He is a well-known contemporary educator who has taught for more than ten years. Usually, people don't call Song Liang by his first name, but respectfully call him "Professor Song".

Professor Song's club has strict admission requirements. He often wanders around key schools to select the most potential seeds. It can make the seeds reborn, whether it is IQ, psychological quality, or stress resistance, which have been greatly improved.

When searching for Song Liang's name on the Internet, two kinds of content are common. Successful people from all walks of life wrote long articles to thank Professor Song for his kindness, calling him a reborn parent and a beacon of life.

Another is that parents rack their brains to figure out how to put their children into the Garden of Eden. Professor Song does not seek fame or profit, but only devotes his life to the cause of education. Money cannot impress him, only talents can impress him.

Observing Cheng Xijue's expression, Muro said seriously: "Song Liang hasn't been active in the country for many years now, and I can't find his trace. You have a good network, help me to find out where he is hiding."

"Do you have any grudges?" Cheng Xijue asked.

Muro raised his hand and rubbed his cheeks, with a tired expression, "No enmity, I promised a friend that I must meet Song Liang and let him witness my success with his own eyes."

Cheng Xijue sensed the implication, and asked with a faint smile, "Oh? What friend?"

Muro's posture suddenly relaxed, stroking the smooth decanter with one hand, and fell into memory, "Do you believe that there are people in the world who are born with brilliance?"

Cheng Xijue subconsciously thought of Gu Jian, and the smile extended to his eyes, "Half faith"

Surprised, Muro raised his eyebrows and said, "I thought you didn't believe this."

After a pause, Muro said sadly: "The last stop of my tour is Yu Ning, because I want to be famous all over the world first, so that my name can be everywhere, so that when I return to Yuning, the last stop , he might come to my concert."

"You have a crush on him." Cheng Xijue hit the nail on the head.

Muro was stunned, closed his eyes and thought for a few seconds, and then slowly said: "I don't know, maybe when I meet him again, I will understand my heart."

Cheng Xijue patted him on the shoulder, and said in a simple and meaningful way: "Life is short, and there is no limit to life. If you meet someone you like, you must be brave enough to chase after him."

"Do you think I should go after him?" Muro sat up straight and asked solemnly.

Cheng Xijue nodded in approval, and said with a light smile, "Not only do I think you should go after him, but I can also provide you with practical support, for example, help you find his current information."

"Thank you, Mr. Cheng."

"polite."

It's easy to communicate with smart people. Muro didn't mention his name, and Cheng Xijue guessed that he didn't know the current information of that friend. Otherwise, with Muro's character, he would have visited him long ago.