Chapter 82
I don’t know how much time passed, the slightly noisy music seemed to have stopped. Wen Bei opened his eyes again and saw Chen Xun’s worried expression.
His mouth opened and closed as if he was saying something caring.
Wen Bei curled the corners of his lips into a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes: "It's okay, I should go back."
Chen Xun was a little nervous. He originally wanted to say that he could take him home, but when he saw his distant and clear eyes, he couldn't say it.
I could only watch him get into the car.
The driver was a local, and seeing the situation in Wenbei, he wanted to take a longer route and charge more money.
"Master, drive carefully."
A cold voice sounded from the back seat of the car, and the driver shuddered: "Okay, got it."
Although he is a young man, the words he says are inexplicably irresistible.
Could it be that he is used to being the big boss?
The driver secretly observed him and saw that he was wearing an ordinary shirt without many brand names.
After a fruitless exploration, the car arrived at the downstairs of the apartment building. Strangely, the man who had a headache from drinking just now was sober now.
Apart from the smell of alcohol on his body, there was no way to tell that he was so drunk that he was covering his head in the bar.
After paying the fare, Wen Bei went straight upstairs. He always had a strange feeling in his mind, as if he had forgotten something invisibly.
Since it can be forgotten, it is probably not something important.
Wen Bei lowered his eyes and slowly wrapped himself in the quilt.
I slept until dawn the next day.
Due to the car accident, Wen Bei temporarily lost his job. In the past, he would have worked harder to find the next one, but after experiencing a close brush with death, he suddenly felt that his mentality had changed a lot.
Those who had been saving and reluctant to spend the money also became generous.
When he was hungry, he would order high-end Japanese and French food. When he was bored, he would go out and play with friends. Chen Xun asked Wen Bei out for several days in a row and felt flattered.
In order to please him, I specially collected several famous massage technicians.
Chen Xun handed him some documents, and Wen Bei raised his eyebrows in confusion.
Chen Xun: "You've been lying in bed for too long recently. I'd like to recommend a few massage therapists to help relieve muscle stiffness and other problems."
Wen Bei: “Yeah.”
He wasn't interested in the massage, but accepted it out of courtesy.
Since the last time they drank, he had never gone out alone with Chen Xun again. At this moment, there were other friends around, laughing and saying, "Brother Chen, you are so good to our Xiaobei."
Chen Xun stopped talking and couldn't help but keep looking in the direction of Wen Bei.
Unfortunately, there was no response. He just raised his glass, whispered thank you, tilted his head back and drank the whole thing in one gulp. The blush on his face and the collarbone exposed by unbuttoning the top two buttons looked particularly sexy.
Chen Xun didn't dare to look any longer and quickly lowered his head.
Wen Bei didn't care and poured another glass.
I didn’t seem to like drinking that much before.
But I've been feeling depressed lately, and an inexplicable feeling of irritability has been lingering around. Alcohol seems to relieve it a little.
After the drinking party, Wen Bei returned home and took out the information he had received today. He looked at the several private masseuses on it, and his originally uninterested expression changed slightly when he saw the last one.
He couldn't describe the feeling, but he suddenly changed his mind, picked up his phone and dialed the number above.
A seductive voice rang out from the other end of the line: "Do you need any help?"
Wen Bei's face went blank for a moment when he heard this voice. He almost wanted to hang up the phone and question whether the person Chen Xun introduced to him was really a legitimate masseur, and why the voice was so...
Wen Bei didn't want to use the word "low-key and sexy" to describe other men. After his facial expression changed several times, he finally responded: "Yeah."
Not long after I gave the address, the so-called technician arrived. He politely rang the doorbell, waited for the door to open, and then nodded. He still asked the same question: "Do you need service?"
It sounded a bit strange, but Wen Bei tried his best to ignore it. He looked at the man's very rare red pupils, and his doubts gradually grew.
Is this a cosmetic contact lens?
He is so handsome, maybe he has some side job, such as being an actor or internet celebrity, and he may have rushed here without even having time to remove his colored contact lenses.
After explaining it in his heart, he turned around and motioned the man to follow him, then he lay down on the flat sofa, casually scooped up the pillow with his long arms and hugged it in his arms: "Just massage your legs."
He didn't know why he suddenly wanted a strange man to come and give him a massage, and in the end he could only understand that he was drunk.
Now that you've been called, there's nothing else to do but enjoy it.
Wen Bei slowly closed his eyes. He was wearing shorts, and the skin on his legs was very delicate, smooth and white, which was rare among men. His narrow waist and long legs were covered with a thin layer of muscle. His calves, which were wrapped in pants all year round, were much stronger than they looked.
When rough palms land on it, they occasionally leave red marks due to the force.
The man's massage technique was really good, and he relaxed the legs in a very methodical manner.
Wen Bei relaxed his guard little by little, but suddenly felt the hands move slightly higher, and a heavy breathing came from behind him, as if with some restraint.
Just as he was about to turn around, a pair of calloused hands landed on his shoulder blades. The man's voice sounded very rational: "Let me press you here too. You look really tired."
Just as he was about to retort, an irresistible force suddenly came down on him. Wen Bei groaned and a red mark was left on his cheek on the cloth pillow.
After the sudden pain, there was a rare softness. The massage technician's technique was very professional. The young man, who was at a loss at first, clenched his fists little by little. A trace of confusion appeared in his eyes. The tears that had just been squeezed out due to sleepiness were still hanging on his eyelashes, shaking. He looked not like the one being served, but more like the one being bullied.
Wen Bei groaned twice, and in order to avoid making any more noise, he simply shut his mouth and let him massage all parts of his body except his legs.
"Guest, are you comfortable?" The man's voice sounded very calm, but his red eyes were already hot and unscrupulously taking in all the young man's cute reactions.
The half-hour massage time was up, and the person who had been trembling slightly just now suddenly stopped talking and breathed calmly.
Qiu Ting paused, his red eyes narrowed into a thin line in an instant, and the corners of his mouth curled up into an arc that he himself didn't even notice.
Fell asleep.
The little heartless guy didn't think of himself, but at least the instinctive trust was still there.
I actually fell asleep during his massage.
So stupid.
Qiu Ting lowered his eyelids and looked at him. He turned the man over very gently, and paused when he saw the unignorable dark circles under his eyes.
The young man's skin has always been good, which makes some blemishes more obvious. The dark circles under his eyes just mean that he may not have slept well for several days.
Is it because of the fear of memory being tampered with?
Qiu Ting looked at him for a long time and wanted to take a bite near his Adam's apple to collect the tip, but finally stopped.
Forget it, if I wake up accidentally it will be more trouble than it is worth.
...
When Wen Bei opened his eyes again, he was confused for a moment. He looked down at the bed he slept in and the pajamas he had put on at some point. The expression on his face became more and more ridiculous.
He actually fell asleep in the middle of his massage yesterday! ?
Hearing a sound from outside, he raised his head blankly like a frightened little sparrow, with a messy hair on his head sticking up.
Qiu Tin found an apron from somewhere and put it on. His muscular upper body exposed his arms, and the way he held the spatula was extremely awkward. "Are you awake?"
Wen Bei nodded blankly, then suddenly realized: "You didn't leave?"
He regretted it after he said it. This sentence sounded like a scumbag who didn't want to take responsibility.
So he urgently added, "Is it because I haven't given you the money yet?"
“…”
Silence stretched between the two people.
It just sounds so wrong.
Wen Bei began to doubt whether he was being lustful because of her beauty.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why he had an indescribable impulse the first time he saw the photo and called the person directly to his home.
Now he is saying strange things again.
Qiu Tinge: "Come out for breakfast, and we'll talk after you're done."
"Oh." Because of his inexplicable guilt, Wen Bei was rarely obedient.
He went to the bathroom to take a shower, and when he came out, breakfast was already on the table.
It was milk, taro balls, tapioca pearls and a sandwich with a fried egg and ham.
Wen Bei sat down in a daze and ate with him.
This was clearly a very strange scene, yet he felt it should be so harmonious.
Wen Bei, who was silent during sleep and food, finished the last bite of his sandwich and wiped his mouth with a tissue. The meal time finally allowed him to sort out his chaotic thoughts. He asked directly, "Are you short of money?"
There was no trace of embarrassment on Qiu Ding's face, which was more handsome than a model's: "Yes."
As an outsider who broke in by force, he really had no money in this "world".
Wen Bei adopted his usual negotiating attitude, slightly raising his chin like a noble cat: "I can sign a temporary treaty with you."
"What exactly is it?"
"massage."
"Just a massage?"
Wen Bei blinked, a little stunned by the question, and then a little angry: "Yes!"
He couldn't understand what the person in front of him was thinking, but there was a voice in his heart calling for him to stay.
In the face of such unstable factors, it is more beneficial to carry it with you at all times.
Qiu Tinge chuckled: "I can still cook and clean."
His eyes seemed to be mocking Wen Bei for his wrong thoughts.
"......unnecessary."
If he was teased any further, he would get angry. Qiu Ting understood very well what it meant to quit while the going was good, so he nodded in agreement with Wen Bei's suggestion.
Stretching his long legs forward, his aura became much more open, with a slight sense of oppression.
Why would such a person be without money?
Wen Bei had more and more doubts in his heart. He felt like there was a dangerous python spitting out its tongue at him in front of him, but he had to get deeper and deeper into it for the so-called truth.
His eyes were complicated: "Can I ask your name?"
I don’t even remember my own name.
But this may be the only breakthrough.
Qiu Tinge chuckled softly, with an inexplicable doting look on his face: "Sir, I'm sorry I can't tell you."
Come explore, my little kitty.
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