After Qingming Festival, Ning City entered a long and repeated rainy season, which made people feel upset.
GC's key project this year is the future new CBD planned jointly with the district government, which integrates commerce, office, hotel, and apartment, with a subway station, a well-known five-star hotel, and 5A-level office buildings. Real estate developers have already heard the news and several plots of land in the surrounding area have been auctioned at high prices, but the planning report he led was blocked by the board of directors. The government could not wait, and Chen Youhan was upset and almost got into a fight with someone at the meeting.
The dissatisfaction at work has spread to his private life. There are fewer people waiting for him to be favored by the emperor. It is rumored in the circle that Chen Shao's temperament has changed drastically in the past month, and he is even more violent in bed. There are thousands of sponsors, and there are endless rich people who are looking for novelty, so naturally they don't have to rush to be abused.
Yu Tian's works have also reached their expiration date. He is a smart man. He did not ask Chen Youhan for money. He wanted an exhibition, and asked Chen Youhan to promote him in the top luxury shopping mall under GC. He also asked the most famous critics and teachers in the circle to endorse him. Finally, he held a solo exhibition in a cutting-edge commercial art gallery in China, successfully breaking the record of commercial auctions for his age.
After this combination of attacks, Boss Qiao discovered that there were many more young men engaged in art in the world.
After many twists and turns, Chen Youhan's bedmates changed like a revolving lantern, and only Wu Sijiu stayed. He kept his promise and never harassed Chen Youhan without being summoned. He just sent WeChat greetings to Chen Youhan every day, and occasionally rushed to accompany him when he was upset. Wu Sijiu's stubbornness was flexible and silent. He was never tough, nor did he act like a spoiled child. Chen Youhan's temper with him was like hitting cotton. In the end, even Qiao Chu couldn't stand it and joined in, so he stayed every time.
They slept together a few times, but the endings were not pleasant. Wu Sijiu suspected that Chen Youhan was actually tired of him. He felt his irritability and violence in bed, as if he hated having sex with him, but he couldn't control it, so he became more and more violent, trying to punish someone.
In mid-April, the art exam scores came out, and Wu Sijiu passed the professional score for his favorite school. It was a top-notch national art school in the province, with a printmaking department. He settled down and entered the final stage of preparing for the cultural courses. What flattered him was that Chen Youhan actually hired a one-on-one tutoring class for him with a famous teacher in all subjects. This shocked Wu Sijiu more than any expensive gifts or supplementary cards. After the math teacher finished assigning homework and left with his bag, Wu Sijiu lay on the desk and kept crying, his sleeves wet with tears. His mother barged in without knocking. Their relationship had fallen to the freezing point, and all they could say was sarcasm: "Are you ashamed? You are being kept by someone and you still have to invite a teacher to your house? I don't even have the face to say hello to him!"
Wu Sijiu raised his face, his red eyes showing a paranoid look: "What are you talking about? We are in a normal relationship!"
"Normal relationship? I'm so embarrassed for you!"
Wu Sijiu knew that his mother's condition had recurred recently, so he suppressed the urge to defend himself and just rubbed his brows tiredly: "I don't want to quarrel with you. For two months, you let me spend these two months in peace, and then I will go to college, and you can scold me as much as you want."
With a bang, the old aluminum alloy glass door was slammed and shook continuously.
His phone buzzed, it was a WeChat voice call. He pulled himself together and swiped the screen. It was Boss Qiao.
"Chen Youhan is drunk," Qiao Chu said straight to the point, "Take care of him."
After hanging up the phone, Qiao Chu pushed Chen Youhan: "Hey? Wake up, is it the hotel or your home?"
Kiki chimed in: "It's been almost four months, and you still haven't gotten married?"
Qiao Chu said unhappily: "He is sick!"
Kiki seemed to be thinking: "I think Mr. Chen seems to be quite ill recently."
"Are you looking for death?" Qiao Chu glared at him.
"No, what I mean is, I think Mr. Chen has been particularly... unhappy lately." Kiki racked her brains, but she regretted not having read enough books when she needed them.
Qiao Chu thought about it and found that Chen Youhan’s condition was not right recently.
Kiki sighed: "Mr. Chen is so strict. Xiaojiu has been with him for so long but still can't get into the house."
"He's an emotional purist."
The white towel used to wipe the cup stopped at the wall of the cup. Kiki looked as if her worldview had been washed away: "Mr. Chen? Emotional mysophobia? Boss, am I deaf or are you crazy?"
Qiao Chu was smoking a cigarette and laughing frivolously: "Really, either he doesn't like it, or he's very serious. He can sleep everywhere because this grandson has never been sincere to anyone at all, and he has no burden in his heart, understand?"
Kiki stood in awe: "He only cares about sex and money, not heart. It's hard to find such a perfect sponsor these days."
In the end, this respect didn't last for two seconds before he was slapped in the face -
"But the nature of this capitalist is to grab both hands and not waste either." Qiao Chu clicked his tongue twice: "As long as the last second before the secret love comes to fruition, it will not stop him from liking someone else while sleeping around."
Kiki burst out laughing: "Okay, he is worthy of it."
As they were talking, Wu Sijiu arrived. It was the busiest time at the bar. He glanced around the counter and saw no one. The bartender on duty at the counter said, "You want to pick up Mr. Chen, right? Qiao Chu is in the first box on the left on the second floor."
Wu Sijiu ran up in two steps, pushed open the heavy door of the box, and asked Qiao Chu as he walked, panting: "Is he okay?"
"He just drank too much. What? Are you afraid that we will molest him?" Qiao Chu smiled lazily: "Come on, Kiki, give Xiaojiu a hand."
Chen Youhan was not drunk and unconscious, but was vaguely conscious. Wu Sijiu supported him and stumbled through the changing neon lights.
Someone whistled at him: "Hey, Mrs. Chen is here?"
Wu Sijiu ignored him, his face was cold and arrogant. When they got outside, Qiao Chu had already arranged a car. He put Chen Youhan in the back seat and fastened his seat belt. The driver asked where they were going. According to convention, it was the Sheraton next door, but Chen Youhan unconsciously gave an address at this time.
Wu Sijiu was startled, thinking he was hallucinating. He turned his head slightly to look at Chen Youhan, fearing that his loud noise would wake him up and make him take back what he had just said. But Chen Youhan seemed to have fallen asleep leaning against the back of the chair.
Half an hour later, the special car stopped at the bottom of a high-end apartment building by the river.
"Brother Youhan? Brother? We're here. Which floor? Where's the card?"
The property management here is strict. Not only do you need to swipe the access card to enter the door, but even the elevator requires one card per household, which will automatically locate the owner's floor after sensing. Wu Sijiu searched his pockets, but found nothing. The security guard recognized Chen Youhan as the owner of the 39th floor and said he could help, but he needed to register. Chen Youhan half hugged him, half of his weight was on Wu Sijiu, and said vaguely: "Xiao Kai, you go and register."
In a flash, the security guard saw that the young man in front of him had a pale face, an inhuman white color that could not be concealed even under the brilliant crystal chandelier.
He mechanically walked to the front desk, picked up the pen, and wrote down: Ye Kai, Visiting time: 22:35
The rain in Ning City starts falling as soon as it is said to.
The security guard took the elevator with them to the 32nd floor for transfer. He swiped his card, pressed 39, and told Wu Sijiu that there was one elevator per household and the elevator would open from the back. There were only two people left in the elevator. The air conditioner was blowing cold air, making Wu Sijiu feel cold and stiff. The smooth elevator door reflected him, who was holding Chen Youhan, standing straight with a blank expression.
"Brother Youhan." He woke Chen Youhan up, "We are here, what is the password?"
If Chen Youhan recognized him and asked him to go back in the rain, he would have no objection. But Chen Youhan's eyes focused on his face and then dispersed, and he said a string of numbers in a dreamy voice. Wu Sijiu pressed the button as he was told, and the electronic door lock made a click sound, and said "Welcome home" in a sweet mechanical female voice.
Chen Youhan fell at the entrance, his consciousness was like a sharp knife cutting through, bringing out a short spark of clarity, and then he sank into the illusion again.
Wu Sijiu helped him take off his shoes under the warm entrance light, half-knelt and half-knelt in front of him, and asked softly: "Brother Youhan, should I go back?"
Chen Youhan's gaze stayed quietly on his face for two seconds.
This sight made Wu Sijiu's fingers numb.
His nose felt sore - Chen Youhan's eyes, the eyes of the person he liked, were deep, gentle, and suppressed with infinite love. It was like looking at the most precious treasure in the world through glass. He knew he should stay away from her, but he couldn't help but sink into her.
Under such a gaze, Wu Sijiu's whole body began to tremble like a leaf in the wind. Although Chen Youhan didn't say a word, he knew that the look didn't belong to him.
Lightning tore through the sky. The nearly 300-square-meter large flat had a full glass floor-to-ceiling window, reflecting the heavy rain and rolling thunderclouds over the city. The rain washed the windows like a river. Indoors, all the fully automatic induction night lights were on, shrouding the room with a dim and warm halo. The sound of thunder and rain did not invade here at all. Chen Youhan looked at him quietly at the entrance, then held his head and kissed him forcefully and madly.
The handmade wool flat-woven carpet was ruined beneath him, his clothes were scattered, and he stumbled all the way from the entrance to the living room. The sofa sank deeply under the weight of two adult men. Wu Sijiu held the back of the sofa, knelt on his knees, raised his neck high, and let out a broken voice.
The person behind him entered tirelessly. From shoulders to thighs, Wu Sijiu's whole body was trembling.
"Cold?" He hugged his arms tighter and asked in a deep voice in his ear. The breath he exhaled was hot and drunken.
Kiss his earlobe again.
Wu Sijiu couldn't control his shaking.
So comfortable.
It was so comfortable that he was going crazy.
...and so gentle.
It was so gentle that he cried.
The red cheeks could not hold back the tears, which dripped onto the back of Chen Youhan's hand. He stopped almost immediately, and although he was drunk, he still asked hoarsely and nervously: "Baby, does it hurt?"
Wu Sijiu sobbed, shook his head, and nodded randomly.
Chen Youhan wiped his tears with her fingertips, and a series of kisses lingered gently on his neck, coaxing him soothingly: "I'm sorry, Xiaokai, I'm sorry, I'll be gentler, please?"
The impact inside the body was slow, deep, and hard.
Wu Sijiu sobbed even louder and couldn't help but turn his head back. The corners of his eyes were crimson, his eyes were as stubborn and obstinate as ever, his lips were red and swollen, and he looked at Chen Youhan desperately through his tears, desperately trying to be recognized.
Chen Youhan didn't stop. He turned his chin and kissed him hard, using the best skills and the deepest tenderness to kiss him. He was almost suffocated by the kiss.
The rain has stopped.
Wu Sijiu turned his head to look. Outside the floor-to-ceiling window was the sleepless bustling Ning City late at night. Above this vast sea of lights was his kneeling body, holding Chen Youhan in his arms.
...I've caught your secret, Brother Youhan.
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