Chapter 56 Chapter 56 Asking for support is too vulgar, job hunting, ...

Seeing that He Songfeng was reluctant to come closer, Dou Mingxu frowned.

He had to admit that after He Songfeng appeared, he could no longer focus on women.

Even though this woman had tried her best to act 80% of the docile look that He Songfeng had that day.

Just when Dou Mingxu decided to step forward, He Songfeng, who had stopped, suddenly turned around and hurriedly threw himself into the arms of another Samuel.

Samuel kissed He Songfeng on the cheek affectionately.

He Songfeng's gaze passed through Samuel's shoulder and met Dou Mingxu's gaze directly.

It seemed like this was a punishment for his lack of initiative and honesty.

However, all of this was just Dou Mingxu's soliloquy. When he came to his senses, He Songfeng and Samuel had already walked away.

Dou Mingxu turned around and looked at the woman next to him.

Only when you taste the marrow can you know the taste.

He interrupted the conversation and left the deck alone.

In the evening, the cruise ship had left the shore and the tourists on the ship had arrived one after another. The amusement center in the center of the top floor was crowded with people, shoulders touching shoulders, arms rubbing against arms, cheers were heard in the coastal bar, and the shrill laughter of children pierced the eardrums.

The members-only deck at the bow wasn't quite as noisy, but it was still a place with a few tables set up for sex, so it wasn't exactly quiet.

He Songfeng leaned against the fence, stretched out his hand towards the sea, and imagined how the waves created by the huge cruise ship in the sea would slip through his fingers.

"Hey! Angel!e here!"

The group of lackeys around Samuel started barking again, talking about Angel all the time, and barking loudly.

He Songfeng looked over calmly, collecting the desire that was almost thick enough to burst from the eyes of that group of people.

Whistles blew around the corner, and I pulled up the cuffs of my short-sleeved shirt, confident in my biceps.

"Brothers are no worse than Samuel, we can definitely make you feel comfortable!"

Samuel leaned against the table, the chips making crisp sounds in his palms. He was immersed in the chips and didn't pay attention to He Songfeng.

It wasn't until He Songfeng's soft body bumped into Samuel's strong arms that he realized he had neglected Angel for too long.

With a big hand, He Songfeng was pulled into Samuel's arms and sat down.

Samuel had a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, but he never lit it.

He Songfeng skillfully took out a lighter from Samuel's pocket and rubbed it with a sound -

The wind at sea was so strong that the fleeting sparks were easily blown away by the hurricane.

He Songfeng frowned slightly, leaned over and leaned towards Samuel again, his chest pressed against Samuel's chest, and he tilted his cheek and kissed Samuel's cheek with his nose.

The flame suddenly rose up, only three centimeters away from He Songfeng's lips, and the flames burned his cheeks red.

A strong smell of cigarettes penetrated He Songfeng's lips. He Songfeng turned his head and kissed Samuel on the corner of his jaw. He pinched his palms on the other's shoulders and kissed the corner of his lips carefully. From the gap at the corner of his lips, he stole a wisp of smoke into his throat.

Without giving Samuel a chance to catch him, He Songfeng immediately lowered his head and buried it in Samuel's shoulder, choking out uncomfortable breath from his nose, biting Samuel's neck with his lips, and forcing the cough in his throat into his throat.

My throat felt hot, and the smoke was like a handful of sand, brushing against my throat roughly, then falling all the way down into my heart, then spinning mindlessly under my sternum, making a series of shrinking sounds.

It feels amazing.

He Songfeng even wanted to take a second bite.

The moment he raised his eyes with covetousness, his gaze was immediately caught by Samuel, and He Songfeng lowered his eyes guiltily.

The lighter was still held between the two of them, but the spark had long since disappeared. No matter how hard it was struck, it was extinguished by the wet and sticky sea breeze before it could even heat up or shine.

Samuel pinched the cigarette, took a puff of smoke, and kissed He Songfeng on the cheek.

"Angel, please help me, should I follow Zhuang or give up?"

As he spoke, thick, hot white smoke flew up along He Songfeng's cheeks, like a pair of extremely gentle hands, caressing him intimately.

At the same time, He Songfeng's hand was pinched by Samuel and pressed on the cards.

The control of destiny is in the hands of He Songfeng.

Countless eyes around the card table were fixed on He Songfeng, staring at him obscenely and monitoring his every move. They imagined how great it would feel if such a well-behaved and gentle beauty sat in their arms and lit a cigarette for them intimately.

These looks are far more pungent and hotter than cigarettes.

The dull and drawn breathing sounds beside his ears were like rough sandpaper aggressively scratching every part of He Songfeng's body.

He Songfeng placed his hand on the chips that were as high as a hill in front of him and pushed them forward gently.

The chips collapsed like a mountain.

The chips are on the table and the situation is set.

At present, only Samuel and the dealer are still competing at the table.

Win or lose, there is no need to drag on such suspense. It takes almost half a second for the last card to be delivered to your hand by the dealer.

He Songfeng opened it, and revealed the remaining cards as well.

The sound stopped abruptly, and the people gathered around the card table held their breath, waiting for the dealer to make the final decision.

The dealer gathered all the chips on the table, stacked them up, and put them back in batches next to He Songfeng's hand. He turned his palm over and pointed his five fingers at the chips on the table that were already half a person's height.

At the same time, the waiter acting as the dealer took the initiative to applaud and loudly announced to everyone in the room:

"Royal Flush, big winner, takes it all!"

Champagne spurted out like a column from the top of the champagne tower, the audience cheered and the glittering colored pieces in the confetti tube burst into the air, the atmosphere reached its most enthusiastic climax, and the DJ played the drum rhythm to the highest and fastest pace.

Amidst the clamor, He Songfeng ignorantly observed these overly excited humans. He didn't understand □□, let alone what a royal flush was.

He heard someone praising Samuel, so he imitated the words and said the same thing:

"Good luck, Mr. Samuel."

Samuel held He Songfeng tightly in his arms with his left hand and kissed him heavily on the face. His dull voice danced lightly around He Songfeng's ears along with the white smoke he exhaled, sighing:

"My Angel, Lucky Angel."

He Songfeng lowered his head and smiled shyly.

"Excuse me, are you still going?"

The dealer prepared a new deck of cards and asked politely.

Samuel bit his cigarette, suddenly stood up, and left He Songfeng alone on the table.

He Songfeng also quickly stood up, raised his hands and clenched them into the corners of Samuel's sleeves, waiting for Samuel's orders nervously and doubtfully.

"I'm going to smoke over there. You can continue playing here. Just consider it as reserving a seat. I'll be back soon."

He Songfeng bit his lower lip and clenched his sleeves even tighter. He complained softly, "You said, you said you wouldn't leave me alone..."

Samuel ruffled He Songfeng's hair and left a light kiss on the top of his light golden hair: "I'll be back soon. I'm just going to smoke. Don't think too much and don't be too nervous."

Samuel walked to the other end of the board with the cigarette case, and immediately there was an overly enthusiastic whistle at the card table, and the word "Angel" was repeated over and over again in the man's mouth.

The gaze filled with sexual fantasies from behind was almost like a raging wave on the edge of the guardrail, which was about to swallow poor Angel up and crush her to the bone.

He Songfeng finally took a seat because it was Samuel's order. He had to sit here to reserve a seat so that Samuel could continue playing cards after he came back from smoking.

He Songfeng endured these dirty gazes with an innocent look on his face. He did not show any resistance and tolerated it silently.

So these eyes soon became arrogant with He Songfeng's connivance.

As he hurried past, he wiped He Songfeng's lower back with his palm.

He Songfeng was startled and turned around to look. Dozens of men behind him were looking at him with the same lustful eyes. All of them might be the owner of that hand.

On the right, someone bumped into He Songfeng seemingly accidentally but actually very deliberately, then squeezed He Songfeng's shoulder with their palms and said innocently, "Sorry."

When He Songfeng looked up again, the man was also under the protection of these men and was lost in the crowd.

"Sir, would you like to follow the banker or fold?"

He Songfeng grabbed a handful of chips and swung them around. He had no idea what □□ was, and he had no idea about the rules. He only knew to push the chips forward when the other party urged him to, and then push again...

"Sorry, the banker has a higher bet, you lose."

The chips in front of He Songfeng suddenly shrank by two-thirds, leaving only the last large pile, trembling in his hands.

"Sir, would you like to follow the banker or fold?"

The dealer urged again.

He Songfeng also put his chips forward as usual.

But this time, as soon as he raised his hand, it was pressed down by a strong force.

He Songfeng's hands were covered and disappeared. Looking down, he could only see the man's broad palm, stopping his behavior. Then the dealer took back the chips and cards that had been thrown on the table.

He Songfeng was forced to fold.

He Songfeng looked back and saw Dou Mingxu's profile.

The face, as sharp and angular as a stone sculpture, stared into his sight coldly.

He Songfeng looked up and Dou Mingxu lowered his head, and the two people with the same expressionless faces exchanged glances for the first time.

The person next to He Songfeng immediately stood up and gave his seat to Dou Mingxu.

"Why?" He Songfeng asked.

Dou Mingxu made a gesture, guiding He Songfeng's attention to the cards that were turned over one by one on the table.

"The dealer has a straight flush, and they win everything. Sorry~"

All participants who chose to follow the banker instead of giving up suffered heavy losses.

Only He Songfeng stopped the loss in time and became the second winner of this game.

Soon, the dealer moved to He Songfeng's position.

He Songfeng turned his head to look at Samuel on the other side, who was smoking with his friends and was so engrossed in his cigarettes that he was oblivious to the world around him.

In order to maintain Angel's purity, he couldn't smoke freely when He Songfeng was around. The suppressed urge to smoke came back all at once after he left He Songfeng, and he wished he could smoke until his lungs were rotten or exploded.

"Would you like to participate?" the dealer asked Dou Mingxu.

Dou Mingxu shook his head.

The first round of cards were dealt out. He Songfeng held the cards in his hands and glanced at Dou Mingxu as if asking for help every few seconds.

Letting a newbie who only knows how to drive be the banker is like asking a blind person to learn how to drive. If he steps on the accelerator, both the driver and the car will fall into the ditch.

At that time, someone handed Dou Mingxu a cigarette, and he took it and bit it on his lips.

A lighter was handed over from the side, striking out a dark blue flame and bringing it to Dou Mingxu's lips.

Dou Mingxu turned his head, his gaze passed over the dark blue flame and fell on He Songfeng, silently signaling He Songfeng to take the lighter and light the cigarette for him.

He Songfeng remained indifferent.

He placed his hands on his legs, sat upright, and responded to Dou Mingxu's already expressed desire with the most innocent and ignorant look.

When he was next to Samuel, Samuel only needed to bite the cigarette between his lips, without any words or body movements, He Songfeng would immediately and obediently hold the lighter and hand it over, his body pressed against his, completely objectifying himself into a cigarette lighter.

He was always there whenever Samuel needed him.

Dou Mingxu also wanted to be treated like this by He Songfeng.

The lighter was placed between the two of them, and the flame did not go out for a long time, as if it had an obsession of not giving up until death.

The whistle sounded again, and they urged He Songfeng to light the cigarette for the person quickly.

After all, if He Songfeng can light cigarettes for people other than Samuel, it means he can light cigarettes for everyone here, as long as he puts a little more pressure, intimidation and inducement.

"Angel! What are you hesitating about? Why aren't you listening to Mr. Lambert?"

The palm fell on He Songfeng's body again, his shoulders, his lower back, even his hanging arms, palms, and even between his fingers.

The panic and tears that the crowd wanted to see did not happen. He Songfeng showed an extremely unfamiliar indifference.

He Songfeng took in all the obscene behavior of these people in a blink of an eye.

The group of people were shocked, and everything came to an abrupt end in the shame of being caught.

The arrogance suddenly turned into coughing with the head down, or turning away to have an awkward conversation.

However, He Songfeng's gaze did not die because of this. Instead, it became more interested. He smiled and observed how these people were frightened by his look back and felt uncomfortable all over.

It seemed as if He Songfeng's eyes were maggots, attached to the skin, disgustingly drilling through the pores into the bones and blood.

Dou Mingxu was also surprised.

His gaze was steady and penetrated into He Songfeng's skin, trying to see through the beautiful skin to see through the beautiful bones.

He Songfeng turned his attention back to Dou Mingxu.

The dark blue lighter continued to burn in the center of their sight, burning their gazes like ripples on the sea.

He Songfeng finally took the lighter. Dou Mingxu's eyes lit up. He bit the cigarette butt and spun it around in his mouth, leaving a deep tooth mark. He was eagerly anticipating it.

He Songfeng leaned forward and crossed the boundary line that was once divided by the dark blue flames.

Dou Mingxu lowered his eyes, a faint smile on his lips, waiting for He Songfeng to ignite.

The distance between the two of them was already too dangerous. If they moved a little closer, it would be enough for a kiss.

The result was that the □□ card and the lighter appeared in Dou Mingxu's palm.

He Songfeng's delicate fingers slid across Dou Mingxu's palm, scratching the rough lines one by one, leaving a wet mark that felt itchy in his heart and lungs.

"Uncle Lambert, this isn't appropriate for us."

The ambiguity should be limited.

After saying this, He Songfeng stood up and left, leaving only the warmth of his palm for Dou Mingxu to savor secretly.

He Songfeng returned to the room, and Samuel was still outside smoking, drinking and playing cards, giving him the opportunity to relax alone.

The bedroom of the master suite on the top floor of the cruise ship is surrounded by the sea on three sides, and an open-air balcony surrounds the room on three sides. A soft sofa is placed in the corner of the balcony, and on the glass coffee table next to it are placed fresh fruit plates and pastries delivered by the waiters ten minutes ago.

He Songfeng sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding his Mac Pro and typing away on a document. At the same time, he held the phone to his ear and listened to his group members chattering about how they had failed a course and would have to retake it next semester.

"Hey! Angel, haven't you always wanted to change your major? Where are you planning on going?"

The other party's question pierced He Songfeng's throat, and he was speechless.

After a moment of silence, he said, "No more."

"Hmm? Why? Are you reluctant to leave us?"

He Songfeng continued speaking as he walked down the stairs, "Well, I can't bear to leave you guys."

"I was so moved that I cried! Angel!"

"Uh-huh."

"But seriously, why?"

The other person on the phone interrupted, "What else could it be?! He's going to have an internship in his junior year, and Samuel's uncle is a world-renowned art collector and the heir to a luxury hotel. It'll be so easy for Angel to break into the art world. With just a flick of the finger, we can propel him to the pinnacle of the industry, and he'll be in the spotlight wherever he goes—a world-renowned artist!"

"Angel, I've already thought of a new announcement for you after you become famous. It's called—The Youngest and Most Beautiful Artist in the History of Art in the Universe. Your beauty will be witnessed by the whole world."

He Songfeng smiled.

These people are all right.

If He Songfeng wanted to quickly accumulate primary capital, the easiest way was to climb the big tree of Lambert.

It’s not that he hasn’t thought about becoming famous in the entertainment industry in a matter of minutes since he is so handsome, but his face is too vulgar for the entertainment industry, and it is just right and elegant enough for the art world.

He Songfeng looked at the foggy blue sea level, which was covered with a layer of white mist. It was impossible to see the end of the sea and the sky at a glance, and it was impossible to tell the direction. A strong sense of weightlessness accompanied the feeling of being lost.

The waves rolled up with deeper blackness.

At this moment, the door of the room was opened and then closed with a click.

He Songfeng hung up the phone and turned to look over.

Samuel walked drunkenly across the long room and went straight to He Songfeng on the balcony.

The next moment before she was about to bump into He Songfeng, she lost all her strength and fell heavily on He Songfeng. The two of them fell into the sofa together and sank deeply.

"Did Uncle Lambert seduce you?"

Samuel's tobacco-smelling fingers roughly pinched He Songfeng's cheeks, reaching out heavily and squeezing gently.

He Songfeng did not answer.

Samuel hid his head in He Songfeng's neck, like an insecure child who finally found his mother's arms, and slumped into them again and again, letting out a shudder of fear from his nose.

Samuel began to take off He Songfeng's clothes, but said pleading words:

"Angel, we will be together forever, right?"

He Songfeng raised his arms above his head, condoning Samuel's aggressive actions, and under the other's frightened and fragile eyes, he comforted him with a word: "That's right."

"I love you, and you love me too, right?"

Samuel's hot hand pinched He Songfeng's thigh, lifted it up, and then pushed it forward.

He Songfeng shuddered from the heat of his palm, but he still patiently cooperated in the affectionate scene:

"Yes."

Samuel leaned over and his body once again fell hopelessly into He Songfeng's arms, like a wet puppy caught in the rain, trembling as he crawled into the only protective circle.

This time, He Songfeng opened his arms to welcome the other party.

Her palm rested gently on the back of Samuel's head, and with the same caressing technique as one would use for a kitten or puppy, she gently stroked his hair again and again, smoothing out any frizz.

Samuel lowered his head, kissed He Songfeng on the lips, and sucked for half a minute.

"Angel, I can't live without you. I'm so scared of losing you."

Samuel must be drunk, he said so many stupid things tonight.

He Songfeng thought for sure.

Forever? There is no such thing as forever.

After graduation, He Songfeng will leave.

Samuel was so drunk that he buried himself in He Songfeng's arms. He moved a few times and then looked like he was about to pass out. He kissed him randomly without any rules, and only the word "Angel" that he kept repeating maintained his vital signs.

Samuel's kiss was full of alcohol. He Songfeng hadn't drunk a drop of alcohol tonight, but his kiss made him dizzy, and the pungent smell of alcohol was forced into his nostrils.

"I'll do it myself."

The two men changed their offensive stance, and He Songfeng sat on Samuel's waist, pressing his hands down on his abdomen.

Samuel's breathing was in sync with He Songfeng's movements. He took a deep breath, let out a hissing sound, and then dug out a large amount of air from the depths of his lungs, and exhaled heavily with a ha--.

Samuel's abdomen was wet, sticky with his sweat and the silver water that He Songfeng sprinkled when he shook himself.

"Angel, come here and let me kiss you."

"Um."

It was said to be a kiss, but actually it was a bite, a big bite on He Songfeng's red and wet cheek.

He Songfeng glared at the man, and Samuel laughed so hard that his chest shook, causing He Songfeng's body to tremble as well.

Samuel was not so drunk at this time. He suddenly realized what position he and He Songfeng were in. He raised his hand and pinched He Songfeng's waist, and then -

He Songfeng clenched his hanging hands tightly, and from his narrow throat came out a series of gasps of difficulty breathing.

He clenched his fists and hit Samuel's chest with all his might, wanting to say something fierce, but when the words reached his lips, they turned into soft hums.

He Songfeng felt numb below the waist, as if it was broken.

He Songfeng's legs seemed to be still moving, but in fact they had lost the ability to walk independently. They were shaking constantly. Their only function was to make it easier for Samuel's head to pass through the middle of his legs. Then he would clamp them together at a command and be eaten clean.

He Songfeng was picked up by Samuel and then pressed against the fence.

Facing the sea, again and again.

The only difference between him and a hollow doll is that there is still a thick ball of stuffing inside his skin. He is not completely hollow. At least there is a socket for him to stand.

"Angel, My love."

Samuel sighed deeply.

He Songfeng's mind was also in a mess, completely filled with stems, leaves, sweat and alcohol.

I had long lost the ability to think for myself, completely immersed in this exhilarating and sweaty sex that almost drove me to death and drained my soul.

When He Songfeng woke up, he was floating on his back in the bathtub. His body had turned grayish white, and the clear water covered his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He called out Samuel cautiously, but when he turned around he saw the man sleeping soundly on the bathroom tiles.

He Songfeng rubbed his temples, his head felt like he had a hangover, with countless tangled hemp ropes waiting for him to untie.

He walked out of the bathtub, soaked in water, lowered his eyes to glance at the man on the ground, raised his leg and stepped on the man's lower abdomen, stepping over him as if he were a carpet, and wiping the water off the soles of his feet.

Samuel was kicked so hard that he sat up from the ground and let out a hysterical "Ugh!" from his throat. But he quickly lay back down and continued to sleep as if nothing had happened.

He Songfeng looked at the time. It was one o'clock in the morning.

He put on a clean bathrobe, tied a belt, put on the slippers provided by the cruise ship, and walked onto the deck.

Bathrobes do not have strong gender connotations. It is just a white robe that looks the same no matter who wears it.

He Songfeng stood on the deck. The gambling game was still going on. People forgot about time and shouted wildly.

He Songfeng took advantage of the night and, without disturbing anyone, stealthily passed through the gambling area and came to the front row of the deck, which was the quietest.

Here you can see how the huge cruise ship breaks the calm sea current in half and enters through it.

Huge waves surged one after another, and the confusing feeling of weightlessness and dizziness came over him again. Standing on a high place and looking down, there was always a voice lingering in He Songfeng's ears, urging him to jump down.

At this moment, a sound of footsteps stopped behind He Songfeng.

"Angel, why are you here so late?" Dou Mingxu took a step forward and appeared beside He Songfeng's arm.

"And you?"

Dou Mingxu took out three cards from his pocket and threw them into the wind under He Songfeng's gaze. They were soon swept into the darkness and disappeared without a trace.

The wind blew, and He Songfeng's thin body trembled slightly in the sea breeze. His hair was like a weeping willow that was also blown by the wind and was at a loss. The branches could break at any time, and it felt fragile and about to fall into the water.

Dou Mingxu took off his coat and covered He Songfeng's shoulders with it. When he was attracted by the hair and raised his hand to try to lift it away, He Songfeng turned his head away.

He Songfeng tucked the messy hair flying around his face behind his ears, and after tidying himself up, he grasped the ambiguity between the two of them under Dou Mingxu's gaze, responded to the gaze, and said neither humbly nor arrogantly:

"Mr. Lambert, if I were to re-plan the show held at your gallery that day, I would give everyone a satisfactory answer."

He Songfeng's tone was firm, with 100% confidence. Although He Songfeng didn't know where his confidence came from, job seekers would naturally say anything for a job.

Get the opportunity first, then think about how to seize it.

Dou Mingxu did not respond immediately.

He Songfeng's expression became almost frozen.

"laugh."

Dou Mingxu laughed, and it was hard to tell whether it was a sneer or a mockery, or both.

He Songfeng frowned slightly, but still forced himself to remain calm. He knew that he had been too arrogant just now.

A newbie in the workplace who is looking for a job for the first time doesn’t understand whether doing this will add points or detract points.

Surprisingly, what I got was not Dou Mingxu's answer, but his action.

Dou Mingxu shook a cigarette out of the box and held it to his lips.

Dou Mingxu raised the dark blue flame, and the lighter appeared between the two people's sights again, burning the connected gaze into a ball of charcoal, breaking it in the darkness.

Asking for support is too vulgar, job hunting is just right.