little widow

Shi Qi was overwhelmed by the deafening rock music, the jacket on his body was missing, and the front and back were full of cool boys wriggling with the music.

He also saw a few acquaintances.

It is not always true that they are acquaintances, they are just "acquaintances".

One is a little idol who has just debuted through a talent show, and the other is an old actor who has been in the entertainment industry for decades.

Everyone is very open, buttocks are twisted like waves.

Shi Qi had already turned around, he squeezed out of the crowd, raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his chin.

The dark blue light swayed on the dance floor, and Shi Xi's bare skin revealed a cold white light, which was very lustful.

He naturally became the "prey".

"Come to play alone?" The first person to strike up a conversation appeared, and he patted Shi Xi on the shoulder.

Shi Qi hooked the edge of the mask, his peach blossom eyes slightly curved: "It's not alone."

The other party didn't mind: "But you are alone now."

Shi Qi took the goblet from the bartender, and leaned against the bar, with his slender legs casually swaying in front of the stage, swaying lazily to the beat of the rock music.

"Go to my booth to play?" the man who struck up a conversation continued.

Shi Qi sighed, took off the mask with one hand, his gorgeous face flashed by, and the expression of the man beside him changed from frivolous to frightened.

"Fuck, Shiqi—"

"Yes, that's right, it's me." He put the mask on again.

The man left him, rubbed the soles of his feet with oil, and disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

Shi Qi raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, which was different from what he expected.

When Gong Kai was alive, no one dared to provoke him in a fair manner, because the Gong family was behind him, but now that Gong Kai is dead, even the people in the circle dared to step on him with a pole, and just entered the bar casually, How could someone be afraid of him?

Shi Xi couldn't figure out the problem, and didn't want to figure it out.He found a corner where no one could see and started drinking.

Shi Qi's aversion to alcohol began with Shi Xiangguo.

Three years ago, he once lost his temper because Gong Xingchuan came home with a strong smell of alcohol, but after he left Gong Xingchuan, he discovered that alcohol is inseparable from the adult world.

Those fiery liquids created small bubbles in his body, filling the emptiness called loneliness.

Shi Qi drank one cup after another, and the people who came to strike up a conversation also came one after another. Later, he became a little numb after drinking, threw off his arms and rushed to the dance floor. twist.

The young flesh stimulated the nerves of the spectators. They waved their arms, trying to peel off the only fabric left on Shiqi's body.

He dodged flexibly, reached out to hook the collar, and pulled it down on purpose.

The applause broke through the sky, and some people began to boo: "Take off the mask!"

"Take off your mask, take off your mask!"

Yes, take it off.

He thought, it's not a big deal, even if the news headline tomorrow morning is "The popular little fresh meat stripteases in public", it doesn't matter to him.

There are tens of thousands of black materials, not bad for this one.

But when Shi Qi's hand was on the edge of the mask, the door of the bar was pushed open.

Against the light, he was looking at Shanggong Xingchuan's gaze - it was cold, but also hot, the churning fire roasted the thick layer of ice, and nailed him to the edge of the steel pipe.

Gong Xingchuan has such magic power, even if his face is expressionless, he can quiet down the noisy bar.

Shi Xi was frightened.

He watched Gong Xingchuan walk through the crowd that separated by himself, and walked in front of him, covering him with warm palms, took off his suit jacket, wrapped him tightly in his arms, and said something.

Shi Qi didn't hear clearly.

With the help of alcohol, he deceived himself and mistook what Gong Xingchuan said as "I love you".

Gong Xingchuan drove here by himself.

When Shi Qi was stuffed into the passenger seat, he was still awake, humming a song and shaking from side to side.

Gong Xingchuan was too lazy to argue with the drunk, so he raised his hand to help him fasten his seat belt.

Shi Qi sat obediently, he didn't seem to have any intention of being drunk, but when Gong Xingchuan was about to retract his arm, a cold tear fell on his arm.

Wet and cool water marks took root on Gong Xingchuan's arms, like heavy shackles, winding on the lines of the muscles.

"Xiaoqi?" Gong Xingchuan quickly unbuckled his seat belt and held him in his arms.

Shi Qi was so quiet that he seemed to be asleep, but the tears falling from the end of his eyes gathered on Gong Xingchuan's shoulders.

He clenched Gong Xingchuan's clothes tightly, every syllable seemed to be squeezed out of his lung cavity with all his strength: "Why did you come to pick me up?"

When Shi Xi was crying, Gong Xingchuan's heart began to shrink slightly, until this moment, it was completely taut.

He stroked Shi Xi's back again and again, his fingertips slid across the protruding cervical vertebrae, and when he touched some small protrusions, he froze.

Those are scars, long or short, that treat the skin as fertile soil and grow wantonly.

Gong Xingchuan touched the past again, the more he touched, the faster his breathing became, and panic flashed in his eyes, and finally he took the courage to lift off Shiqi's vest - the porcelain-like skin was covered with scars like spider webs, except for the shoulders. Around, not a single piece of the entire back is intact.

"I'm coming, Xiao Qi, I'm coming." Gong Xingchuan tightened the hand around Shi Xi's waist bit by bit, as if trying to strangle him into his flesh and blood.

Shi Qi fell asleep when he was tired from crying, humming softly in his sleep.

Gong Xingchuan didn't hear what Shi Qi muttered clearly at first, but soon, he heard clearly - Shi Qi was calling "Uncle".

"I'm here." Gong Xingchuan lowered his head, bit Shi Xi's wine-stained lips, sucking greedily.

Shi Qi was obedient when he was drunk, he raised his head and kissed Gong Xingchuan, his eyelashes fluttered, but he just didn't wake up.

Gong Xingchuan restrained and restrained, forcing himself to think about the scars on Shi Qi's back, the desire to break free from the cage of reason died down.

No matter how Shi Qi's injury came from, he had to figure it out.

Gong Xingchuan called Lily.

Lily was woken up by Gong Xingchuan in the middle of the night, and she was basically not far from dying. She held up her mobile phone tremblingly, and the balance in her heart was between "Shi Qi was thrown from the eighteenth floor by Gong Xingchuan" and "Shi Qi". Qi and Gong Xingchuan were photographed having sex by the window of the office on the [-]th floor" vacillating between.

No matter which one, it can make her hairline disappear in smoke.

Lily asked in a daze, "Mr. Gong, what happened?"

"How is Xiaoqi's body?"

"He...is he sick?" The imaginary explosive news did not appear, but Lily was more nervous than Gong Xingchuan, "Is it because you haven't recovered from heat stroke before?"

With just a few words, Gong Xingchuan knew that Lily didn't know that Shi Qi was injured.

"Nothing." He hung up the phone decisively.

"He doesn't sleep..." The second part of Lily's words got stuck in her throat, turning into a confused sigh, "...OK?"

Gong Xingchuan hugged Shi Qi and got out of the car.

He originally planned to take Shi Xi to the hotel to prove with practical actions that there is no love between them, only the most direct and naked money relationship.

But when he saw the injury on Shi Qi's back, his unsteady thoughts were completely defeated by his soft heart.

Parallel World Bar is close to the wealthy area, very close to the apartment where Miyakokawa and Shiqi used to live.

Gong Xingchuan carried Shi Qi back home, and gently put him on the bed.

There was Gong Xingchuan's breath on the spacious double bed, Shi Qi rolled a few times nostalgicly, and then accurately arched into Gong Xingchuan's embrace, rubbing his cheek against his chest.

Gong Xingchuan squeezed Shi Xi's cheeks, got up and boiled a pot of hot water, and after it cooled down, he brought it to the bed and fed him.

Shi Qi was naturally unwilling to drink, he didn't even open his eyes, even if he was hugged and sat up, he didn't let go of the quilt in his hand.

"Xiaoqi." Gong Xingchuan's gentle voice lingered in Shixi's ear.

He involuntarily shrunk his neck to avoid the water glass that Miyakokawa brought to his mouth.

"Xiao Qi, drink some water." Gong Xingchuan helplessly pressed his back.

Shi Qi was like a primary school student whose waist was found, first he sat up straight suddenly, and the moment Gong Xingchuan moved his hand away, he nestled back into the bed again.

Gong Xingchuan had no choice but to put down the cup.

Shi Xi closed his eyes, and suddenly acted coquettishly unreasonably: "Why don't you feed me water?"

Gong Xingchuan couldn't help but pick up the cup again.

Lying on the bed, Shi Qi buried half of his face in the quilt, only his pale forehead and closed eyes were exposed, the ends of his eyes were red, and there were wet tears on his eyelashes.

Gong Xingchuan wanted to tuck the quilt, but Shi Xi suddenly stretched out his arms and hugged Gong Xingchuan's neck, first his body stuck to it, and then his wet lips hit the corner of his mouth fiercely.