Chapter 20 Chapter 20 Darkened
Hearing He Songfeng speak like this, Cheng Yiliao was stunned at first, then his body and face turned red with a buzzing sound.
He obviously didn't expect that He Songfeng would actually agree to his money transaction.
The hot-blooded young man was easily turned into a hot iron under He Songfeng's gentle teasing.
His usually nimble hands suddenly became clumsy and slow. He fumbled around in his pockets, eagerly pulling out his wallet. After a few trembling movements, he finally unfolded it completely and laid out the banknotes and bank cards in front of He Songfeng for him to choose from.
He did this just to prove to He Songfeng:
He is rich, very rich.
He Songfeng would never suffer any loss by being with a rich young man like him.
Under Cheng Yiliao's scorching gaze, He Songfeng slowly placed his hand on Cheng Yiliao's unfolded wallet, helped him close it, picked it up, threw it on the ground, and stepped over it.
From the center of the gray-pink lips, a naked laugh broke out:
"Stupid dog, you took the joke seriously again?"
"hiss--"
Cheng Yiliao took a deep breath, but forgot to close his mouth.
Even though I was being scolded, I felt so good.
Before He Songfeng came back, Cheng Yiliao walked around the room with his wallet.
He tried his best to find an identity for himself so that he could chat with He Songfeng who came back late.
Friends? Not really.
Is he a romantic partner? He's definitely an enemy.
Customer? He Songfeng never took a penny from him.
He scratched his head and thought about it, and finally could only come up with the identity of "future guest".
Now, Cheng Yiliao no longer has to think about what identity to use to start a conversation with He Songfeng.
He is He Songfeng's stupid dog.
He Songfeng's fingers were pinching the dog leash around his neck. Every frown and smile made this stupid dog lose his breath and consciousness.
I thought to myself that the scolding was good, so I scolded him a few more times.
Cheng Yiliao's mouth was half open, and he looked dazed, as if his soul had been seduced away by He Songfeng. He stood there stupidly, motionless, staring at He Songfeng intently.
The breathing went from slow to rapid, bit by bit, like a diesel engine, and the panting sound gradually rose.
It is obvious to the naked eye that he is enjoying himself again.
While Cheng Yiliao was still savoring the memory, He Songfeng swallowed his tears back into his throat.
He stood there as if nothing had happened, still smiling, still breathing.
It was just bitter, colorless and odorless like concentrated sulfuric acid, but its strong corrosiveness had corroded everything in his body, turning it into a mass of rotten, smelly flesh, and like his bones, it was completely necrotic.
The soul is dead.
How could I not be emotionally devastated when something like this happened?
But he couldn't cry, let alone break down.
If you admit that you can sleep with someone for money, you will completely become a cheap prostitute.
The only difference between this group of rich people and Zhao Jieyi is how much money they have.
Let them try it first, and wait for yourself to be abandoned after being bored with it.
Only those who cannot get it will make people scratch their heads.
He Songfeng blinked calmly. Although he tried hard to act normal, his crescent-shaped eyes were completely lifeless, like the mist covering a cemetery, filled with nothing but death and darkness.
"Stupid dog."
Under Cheng Yiliao's red and hot gaze, he leaned over and deliberately moved close to Cheng Yiliao, pinched his chin with his left hand, tilted his head to the left, then to the right, and looked at the person in the photo carefully for a long time.
He straightened his gaze and stood up straight, then asked Cheng Yiliao with a smile, "What do you want to say? Are you saying that the person in the photo is me?"
"ah--"
Cheng Yiliao nodded and wanted to speak, but found that his breath was dried up by the hot desire and he could only make "ah, uh" sounds.
He Songfeng suppressed his smile and shook his head in denial, "This is not me."
After saying that, He Songfeng turned and left, not planning to reward Cheng Yiliao any more.
Cheng Yiliao was startled and quickly chased after him. He crossed his arms and stood in front of He Songfeng. He suddenly took a deep breath and shouted hoarsely, "That's you! What are you talking about?"
At the same time, Cheng Yiliao pointed his finger at He Songfeng's face and warned him, "Stop playing dumb!"
He Songfeng raised his hand and pushed away the hand in front of him, as if brushing off a layer of dust, and glanced at it lightly with nonchalant attitude.
He Songfeng didn't say yes or no again.
He just stood there, staring coldly at the man in front of him who was desperately seeking an answer with his hollow body.
Keep silent.
Cheng Yiliao put his hands on He Songfeng's waist and pushed him against the wall.
He Songfeng didn't dodge.
Such a thin and delicate waist, after losing the strength of the heart, looks even thinner and frailer. It can be tightly clamped with one hand and cannot move at all.
He Songfeng's face turned pale, and his lips turned an unhealthy gray-pink.
“This is you.”
Cheng Yiliao said fiercely and firmly, while questioning:
"Tell me, how much money did he give you to allow you to humiliate yourself like this?"
Cheng Yiliao grabbed He Songfeng's collar with his other hand, and with a flick of his finger, the first button was easily unbuttoned. He hooked it down again, and the second button also opened.
At this time, Cheng Yiliao had already seen the half-exposed red kiss mark.
Cheng Yiliao didn't want to do anything to He Songfeng, he was just looking for evidence.
The emotional marks on the skin of the body in front of me are almost exactly the same as those in the photos and videos.
Whether it is true or not, the answer to the puzzle is already written on He Songfeng's scarred skin.
Cheng Yiliao felt a rush of excitement in his heart, not out of desire, but out of dissatisfaction.
I’m upset that the photographer treated He Songfeng like this!
He Songfeng was already miserable, but he also took photos and videos of people without blurring them out and posted them online.
Wouldn't that destroy He Songfeng? !
Cheng Yiliao couldn't help but shout again, speaking up for He Songfeng.
"Do you know that you're being sold to a complete rotten person?!"
He Songfeng's ears buzzed violently.
Perhaps it was because he had really done such a despicable thing, so—
Bang!
He Songfeng slapped Cheng Yiliao in the face.
This slap didn't hurt at all. He Songfeng's bones were already weak, and he didn't have the energy to hit anyone. Just maintaining his sanity was already a struggle.
This slap should not hurt, and for Cheng Yiliao it should be a caress and reward.
However, Cheng Yiliao suddenly became like a hot pepper, his face turned red, and then he exploded completely with a bang.
"You hit me?! You hit me for a scumbag who posted your photos and videos online for everyone to humiliate?!!"
His voice and his person were like thunder from the blue sky, so loud and unbelievable.
At that moment, Cheng Yiliao turned into a monster with a trumpet head in He Songfeng's eyes. He was noisy and scary, as if he was going to pin him to the ground and stir-fry him at any time.
He Songfeng thought, "I really should lock him and Zhao Jie together. Whoever wins the argument can come out and sleep with me. This will also relieve half of the pressure on my ears."
"Do you know that the guy who asked you out yesterday wasn't a good person?! He posted your photo online..."
He Songfeng interrupted him and complained expressionlessly: "You are so noisy."
Cheng Yiliao became even angrier.
"I'm noisy? I mean well!"
Cheng Yiliao was so angry that he laughed. His body pressed against He Songfeng's soft waist, squeezing his internal organs through his belly.
"I was kind enough to tell you that the man you slept with yesterday wasn't a good person, and you hit me! And you even said I was noisy!"
Before He Songfeng could say anything, he started to complain and feel wronged.
He Songfeng looked at Cheng Yiliao calmly, but Cheng Yiliao couldn't get any answer he wanted from him, not even an answer at all.
Indifference and neglect flowed endlessly from He Songfeng's body.
Cheng Yiliao forced his fingers into He Songfeng's fingers and pressed the slap on his face, unwilling to accept it.
"If you weren't this person, you wouldn't have hit me at all. You wouldn't even have paid any attention to me."
"You will look at me like a fool and laugh at me, a stupid dog that doesn't recognize its owner."
Cheng Yiliao got what he wanted, and he asked He Songfeng to curse him nonchalantly:
"Stupid dog."
Cheng Yiliao calmed down and waited for He Songfeng to lecture him.
He Songfeng asked him back:
"Even if I am, so what? Do you think you can sleep with me?"
Cheng Yiliao didn't dare to speak loudly, and whispered awkwardly, "I have money."
He Songfeng leaned against the wall, turned his head away, and refused to even glance at Cheng Yiliao.
Her Adam's apple trembled slightly, and with a hatred that was neither too strong nor too weak, she said softly, "I look down on you. I will always remember that you humiliated me in front of so many people. I will remember you for the rest of my life."
Cheng Yiliao put his hands on He Songfeng's waist, just right on the pinch marks left by Zhao Jieyi on He Songfeng's body.
How come the ten fingers fit together so perfectly?
He Songfeng was in so much pain that he almost couldn't breathe, and he only relied on this breath to survive. He almost burst into tears and squatted down helplessly, begging for mercy.
But fortunately, my nails pierced through the banknotes in my palm and pressed against the flesh of my palm.
I pinched myself until it hurt, and then I felt a little more alive.
Cheng Yiliao was still defending himself because He Songfeng didn't push him away or refuse, which led him to sneak up on He Songfeng without permission.
Cheng Yiliao was young and full of vigor, his whole body felt as hot as a red-hot iron, like molten lava boiling in his blood vessels.
Only He Songfeng can cure his bitter and hot poison.
Cheng Yiliao buried his head in the crook of He Songfeng's neck and bit his collar:
"Don't say that. I'm willing to make amends. I've already admitted that I'm your dog."
He Songfeng stretched out a hand, grabbed Cheng Yiliao's neck, and pushed him away.
His slender fingers were wrapped around the other man's wheat-colored neck. The difference in skin color and body shape made him look particularly thin and fair.
Like a little white cat that has not grown up, it challenges a hungry lion without knowing its own limitations.
But he succeeded in the challenge.
Cheng Yiliao was happy to be pinched, and also liked the feeling of being pinched by He Songfeng and forced to leave.
He raised his hands in surrender, but his head was tilted back with a smile on his face, looking as if he was enjoying it. He took a step back and let out a laugh.
He Songfeng said, "It should be your honor to be hated by me for the rest of my life."
After he finished speaking, he returned to his room.
The moment the door closed, He Songfeng deflated, like a balloon being deflated. He visibly collapsed, falling to the ground, his spine nearly breaking.
He himself didn't know what emotion he should feel.
He stared silently and expressionlessly at a corner of the room, unable to find a safe place that could hold his restless and wandering attention.
The tears were forced back by the smell of copper in the palm of his hand. He Songfeng could only smell the smell of money.
This smell is reassuring.
Cheng Yiliao paced outside his door, but did not disturb He Songfeng again.
He walked around a few times, thinking about what He Songfeng had just said to him.
He will be hated by He Songfeng for the rest of his life.
What's a lifetime? It's better than having no identity at all.
He has already won too much over Zhang Hejing. He Songfeng has never said such words to Zhang Hejing in his life.
Cheng Yiliao clenched his left fist and hit the palm of his right hand, then cried out "ouch" and cheered himself up. Then he picked up the wallet and ran back to the room.
Cheng Yiliao took a deep breath, buried his face between his hands, and greedily sucked on the palms that pinched He Songfeng's waist.
He knelt devoutly again to worship the Clavicle Bodhisattva named He Songfeng in his imagination. The Clavicle Bodhisattva always judged people by their appearance. He longed for He Songfeng to reward him with more things to help this greedy stupid dog to survive the most unbearable hunger.
Cheng Yiliao almost couldn't sit still and knelt on the ground.
He banged his head on the table and cried out in pain.
He stood up and looked around, realizing that everything that had just happened was just a fantasy of his, and fell back into his chair with regret.
He took out his cell phone, gritted his teeth, and sent a message to the group owner of the subscription group with trembling hands.
"How much does it cost to buy out the uncensored, unedited video?"
He thought that he should get the uncensored video to help He Songfeng call the police and prove to He Songfeng that this man was not a human being at all.
And Cheng Yiliao can use this favor to replace He Songfeng's "boyfriend", "photographer" or "financier".
There must be a place for him to go ashore, right? he thought.
Zhao Jie glanced at the message and said, "No buyout."
Cheng Yiliao: "Then it's uncensored and unedited."
"Thirty thousand."
"fifty thousand."
All of Cheng Yiliao's quotations were read but not responded to.
"One hundred and fifty thousand."
Zhao Jie sat up and stared at the quotation in the dialog box on the screen for a long time.
The image of He Songfeng hugging him with affection not long ago still lingered in his mind.
But... this is 150,000.
………
Selling only this uncensored and unedited copy shouldn't have any impact on He Songfeng.
After all, the earth is so big.
Zhao Jie put his hand on the keyboard and wanted to say deal, but then he thought of the time when He Songfeng said she loved him.
He held his hands over the keyboard, hesitating to type the word "deal".
The computer screen remained on the dialog box between the two people.
Not long after, the phone on the table vibrated.
It was none other than He Songfeng.
Without any beating around the bush, He Songfeng spoke directly and asked bluntly, "Why are you secretly recording?"
"Secretly recording? I didn't film you. I didn't record any video at all. Did you see me filming you with my phone tonight? I was busy tonight. You saw it most clearly, didn't you?"
He Songfeng didn't want to hear his explanation:
"You posted my photos online."
???
Zhao Jieyi had cold sweat on his back.
MD took such a great photo and it was circulated so widely that he saw it.
Zhao Jie coughed twice in a hoarse voice, and soon returned to normal, admitting casually:
"Oh, I admit that I couldn't help but take a few photos, but I used them to show off to my brothers. I wanted to praise you for being so well-behaved and beautiful."
Without waiting for He Songfeng to speak, Zhao Jie slammed the table and admitted his mistake in frustration:
"Ouch! My fault, my fault. I shouldn't have shown off. I should have thought earlier that you are so beautiful and that all the brothers around you are greedy for your body. Look at my stupid head. I can't compare to someone as smart as you who can read. I am stupid and dumb, so you can scold me!"
After praising himself, Zhao Jie lit a cigarette, clicked his tongue, and boasted silently:
Perfect lies, flawless acting.
“…………”
Zhao Jie sighed and said indifferently, even perfunctorily, "Dear, don't be angry. I know I was wrong. I asked them to delete it, and I will never post it again. How about this, I'll give you 200 yuan, and you can go eat something good."
He Songfeng listened coldly.
He lowered his eyes, looked at the three numbers that appeared in the dialog box, and couldn't help but sneer at himself.
【Transfer-200】
The smile was like rice paper soaked in water, blurry and about to melt and disappear.
"Zhao Jieyi, I want money."
He Songfeng no longer wanted to pursue the matter of the secret filming; he wanted more money.
Since her dignity was gone, there was no need to hold on to her fragile swan neck any longer, using this rotten flesh and dead bones that had been played with countless times by Zhao Jieyi, to pretend to be aloof from the world.
Only money can ease his depressed mood.
Zhao Jieyi lit his cigarette butt in the ashtray, staring at the price that was increasing layer by layer in the dialog box, while tilting his head and coaxing intimately:
"My dear, what do you want money for?"
He Songfeng lowered his eyes slightly and frowned in confusion.
Do you need to find a justification for selling something?
"My school uniform is damaged and I don't have money to repair it."
"Oh——" Zhao Jie stretched out his words and nodded in agreement: "How much do you want?"
He Songfeng almost uttered the first four words, but he changed his words and added a thousand yuan without authorization: "Five thousand."
Zhao Jie took a puff of his cigarette and immediately slowed down his response. He hummed in embarrassment, "My goodness, this is too much."
He Songfeng's posture and attitude when asking for money were very naive. This was his first offer.
So once the other party got into trouble, He Songfeng would feel guilty, worried that the other party really couldn't come up with 5,000 yuan. Otherwise, he would not get the money and would be looked down upon for nothing.
Within two seconds, He Songfeng changed his words: "Then four thousand."
Zhao Jie sighed in embarrassment and said slowly, "But this is all my salary this month."
The tone changed and became doting again:
"But since you really want it, I'll give it to you, even if it means I'm hungry and thirsty. I'll give it all to you."
While Zhao Jie was speaking, he glanced at the quote of 150,000 on the computer and sent a payment code.
Half a second later, you will receive the other party's transfer record.
Only then did Zhao Jieyi transfer the four thousand to He Songfeng, and he did not forget to sigh: "My dear, why do I love you so much? You must be grateful to me."
He Songfeng looked at the cold numbers on the screen with an expressionless face.
200
4000
Zhao Jie laughed nonchalantly, "He Songfeng, do you want to express your gratitude after receiving the money?"
He Songfeng held the phone and said emotionlessly, "I love you." Then he took the four thousand yuan and hung up the phone.
Zhao Jie frowned, confused but used to it.
He Songfeng has this kind of temper. He will hang up if he wants to and won't cooperate for even a second longer.
"I'm used to it." Zhao Jie clicked his tongue twice.
The dialog box in the computer was beeping, and Cheng Yiliao, who was paying the money, was so anxious that he wanted to break the keyboard.
[Where's the video? Don't take the money and pretend to be dead.]
【Hello, hello, hello? Speak up! 】
[Mute? Someone chopped off your vocal cords while trying to scam people out of money, right?]
Cheng Yiliao waited for a long time before he heard the other party jokingly say:
[I haven't watched the video myself yet, wait for me to enjoy it first, then I'll send it to you tomorrow.]
Cheng Yiliao's eyes widened, he banged the table hard, and cursed angrily: "You liar! You lied to me again!!!"
He Songfeng had a sleepless night. He couldn't fall asleep. As soon as he closed his eyes, he felt like he was trapped in a circle of camera monsters. The threats and inducements made it difficult for him to breathe.
The next day.
He Songfeng got up very early. The morning air was cool, which washed away the fatigue and soreness that were clogged in He Songfeng's pores. Although the effect was limited, he still felt a lot more relaxed.
After a quick wash, he took two 4,000 yuan bills and went to the logistics department of the Student Union.
He planned to rent two new sets of school uniforms so that he could change and wear them together. He no longer had to wash and hang clothes overnight and worry about what to wear the next day.
"I checked the inventory, and there are still quite a few uniforms in your size. I'll take you to the warehouse to try them on."
The people from the logistics department led He Songfeng to the warehouse area.
The student union had its own villa, nestled amidst lush greenery. From a distance, it looked like a residence. Everyone who came and went was neatly dressed as a student union member, each wearing a distinctive, gilded student union badge for easy identification.
He Songfeng looked at the badge and thought it was so beautiful. He wished he could become a member of the student union.
"President, the decoration of the auditorium for the student assembly is nearing completion. You need to inspect it before tomorrow."
"The application list for the poverty student subsidy has been sent to your email after the initial screening. Here is the list of applicants for your convenience to review at any time."
Cheng Qiyong led a large group of people past the Student Union office, but suddenly stopped and took two steps back.
This caused the people gathered around him to look in his direction with puzzled glances.
Soon these people understood who the president was looking at.
Through the window, one could only see a tall and thin figure from behind, but in the mirror was a complete beauty so beautiful that one could not take their eyes off her.
With his brand new suit and uniform, one would wonder: Whose noble young master is this?
Anyone who doesn't know He Songfeng would find it hard to associate him with a poor household just by looking at the way he's dressed.
He was more like a young sprout that was pampered and grown in a petri dish. His skin, so white that it could barely hide the purple blood vessels, was the best proof of his fragility.
Someone close to Cheng Qiyong introduced him affectionately: "This is the school hunk this academic year. The votes were almost overwhelmingly successful."
The door of the logistics department was suddenly pushed open, and a large group of people rushed in.
He Songfeng looked at them through the mirror, but didn't turn around to say hello. Instead, he continued to immerse himself in self-pity.
"you're so beautiful."
He Songfeng praised the person in the mirror in a low voice, and the person in the mirror moved his mouth and praised He Songfeng in return: "You are so beautiful."
He Songfeng smiled and turned back to look at Cheng Qiyong. This was the first time they looked at each other as equals. In the past, Cheng Qiyong would stand on the upper floor and gaze down at him from above.
Cheng Qiyong asked, "What are you doing here?"
He Songfeng answered frankly, and opened his arms to show his figure to the other party: "Rent a school uniform, I'm trying on clothes."
Cheng Qiyong bluntly punctured He Songfeng's calmness and asked, "I remember you were a poor student. Do you have money?"
“…………”
He Songfeng fell silent, and his aura was visibly weakened by half of his body.
Cheng Qiyong was a head and a half taller than He Songfeng. He looked down at him with an oppressive air, his eyes lowered for insight. He asked bluntly, as if questioning, "Where did you get your money? Was it from a legal source?"
He Songfeng became even more silent, and even the smile on his face faded, leaving only a pale color.
He didn't want others to see his vulnerability, so his decency turned into stubbornness, and he forced a weak smile on his face.
It was the first time he was asked this question, and he couldn't find a suitable excuse to explain.
Cheng Qiyong's gaze was too sharp. Although he didn't say anything, He Songfeng, who was so sensitive and intelligent, should have understood.
Cheng Qiyong also knew about his affairs, and had seen all his photos and videos.
That's why I'm asking in a roundabout way here.
He Songfeng was speechless. The smile on the corners of his mouth seemed to be sewn on his face by needles, with a reluctant and sour feeling.
He quietly clenched his drooping hands into fists. He was ready for Cheng Qiyong to point out the matter in front of everyone.
But just when He Songfeng was so embarrassed that he felt ashamed and was preparing himself mentally for his dirty deeds to be known to the whole school——
Cheng Qiyong changed the subject, pointed at the head of the logistics department, selected two sets of uniforms hanging on the rack, raised his hand and pressed it on He Songfeng's shoulders, tapping He Songfeng's round shoulders lightly with his fingertips.
"These two sets of uniforms are for you. As the student council, there's no need to make things difficult for students."
A trace of air leaked out from both sides of He Songfeng's smiling mouth, and he quickly inhaled it back through his nose, filling his empty skin.
"The student union will pay for it. Just consider it a reward for being elected as the school hunk." Cheng Qiyong also thoughtfully found an excuse for He Songfeng to explain why he would pay for He Songfeng.
There is no personal connection, no selfish desires, just the good intentions of the student council president.
How noble.
The lackeys behind Cheng Qiyong happily praised Cheng Qiyong for his efficient work and praised him as the best student union president in the history of Jialin Private High School.
A chill ran along He Songfeng's spine and spread to all parts of his body.
Cheng Qiyong turned around, not to leave, but to chase them away: "You guys go and take care of your own things first. I have something to talk to classmate He about alone."
In the blink of an eye, the people in the room left, and Cheng Qiyong and He Songfeng were left alone.
He Songfeng's smile suddenly disappeared and turned into a numb expression.
Can I buy him two sets of school uniforms at once?
He Songfeng frowned and shook his head slightly.
"Thank you, President. I have 8,000 yuan here. I'll give it all to you. The rest is a loan from me."
Cheng Qiyong didn't respond to him, but slowly closed the door, then walked to the window and pulled down the curtains to block out the sunlight.
The bright logistics warehouse suddenly became extremely dim. The faint light coming from the edge of the curtains caused countless dust particles visible to the naked eye to float.
He Songfeng hid his lowered fist behind his back and asked cautiously, "What do you want to do?"
Cheng Qiyong glanced at him and threatened, "What are you afraid of? I just want to do something."
He Songfeng turned around and did not look directly at Cheng Qiyong, but chose to look at Cheng Qiyong in the mirror.
"Please don't be like this, I'm not the person you think I am."
Cheng Qiyong approached slowly, each step deliberately loud and crisp, the sound like the knell of death, deliberately creating a sense of urgency of approaching danger.
"Oh? What do you think I think of you?"
He Songfeng didn't say anything, so Cheng Qiyong spoke up for him, "I know everything about you and Cheng Yiliao."
He Songfeng's smile froze and his eyes lost focus for a moment.
Although he was wearing decent clothes, he felt as if all his clothes had been stripped off and he was forced to show himself naked to Cheng Qiyong.
Cheng Qiyong stopped at half an arm's length away from He Songfeng, staring at the clean He Songfeng in the mirror, and read out a blunt humiliation:
"Stay away from Cheng Yiliao. He's stupid and can't see through your hypocritical materialism in your pursuit of social advancement."
He Songfeng's smile disappeared and turned into his usual faint indifference.
Whenever he encounters a difficult situation, he will rely on expressionless cold violence to force the other party to give up.
"If you want to sell at a higher price, Cheng Yiliao wouldn't be a good choice."
He Songfeng's slightly frown relaxed, and he carefully exhaled a deep breath. His whole body visibly relaxed a lot.
I thought she was here to humiliate him, but it turned out she was here to win his favor.
In the past, He Songfeng would just turn around and leave.
But at this moment, he stared blankly at the high-ranking person who took the initiative to invite him in the mirror, and for a moment he was obsessed and began to consider the value of exchanging interests.
In terms of status and money, it would be a good deal for He Songfeng to come.
"You misunderstood. I don't have such an idea."
He Songfeng raised his eyes, glanced at the mirror indifferently, and then turned around leisurely.
But when he turned around, something went wrong at some point, and the tie on He Songfeng's neck was carelessly and sloppily tilted, looking unsociable and awkward, making people want to help straighten it.
Cheng Qiyong took a deep breath and exhaled heavily.
He smiled and nodded twice meaningfully at He Songfeng, silently praising He Songfeng's good methods.
Cheng Qiyong stepped forward and happily started working.
Since you are tempting, then take the bait.
Cheng Qiyong was much taller than He Songfeng. If he wanted to help He Songfeng tie his tie, he had to lower his head and bend his back, and step down from his condescending attitude.
Cheng Qiyong had often heard from his brother that He Songfeng never refused him and so on. Now that he had taken action, he found that He Songfeng never refused anyone.
His long, straight fingers gracefully circled the tie, slowly and methodically tying it into a beautiful, neat knot.
Cheng Qiyong didn't withdraw his hand in a hurry. He pinched the lower end of the tie with one hand and pressed the bow tie up with the other hand, locking it in the middle of He Songfeng's neck.
The tie was like a dog leash, and the collar's ring was tightly buckled around He Songfeng's neck. Cheng Qiyong was the one in a high position who put the collar on him, and the leash was held in Cheng Qiyong's hand.
He Songfeng lowered his eyes, revealing the secret between his eyelids to show weakness. He gently placed his hand on Cheng Qiyong's leash and gently begged for mercy: "President, please be careful."
Cheng Qiyong raised his eyes, his dark pupils staring silently at He Songfeng.
The smile on her face became more and more obvious. She felt comfortable all over because of He Songfeng's teasing. She also understood more and more why Cheng Yiliao was unwilling to let He Songfeng go.
He Songfeng had no choice but to raise his hand and sweep the other person away like brushing away dust.
The other person still didn't take his hand away, and kept it on He Songfeng's tie knot with restraint, like a kite string, close yet distant.
He Songfeng let out a pleading whimper from his nose.
"You're very interesting."
Cheng Qiyong pinched He Songfeng's chin with his fingers, forcing him to raise his brows and lower his head.
"Next time, I'll wait for you to take the initiative."
After saying this, Cheng Qiyong left without staying for long.
He Songfeng turned his attention back to the person in the mirror.
He widened his eyes in surprise, held the tie in both hands and examined it carefully.
He hadn't known when a silver feather tie clip had appeared on his tie. It was thin, weightless, and beautifully crafted, with each feather so finely woven that the strands were almost visible.
It looks like it was made at a high price, and it looks like a feather thoughtfully hanging on the tie, adding interest to the boring black suit.
He Songfeng immediately withdrew eight thousand yuan from his bank card and handed it to the head of the logistics department, asking him to pass it on to Cheng Qiyong, rather than repaying the money himself.
He Songfeng left the student union building and went to the library to memorize an English speech for half a day. Because his spoken English was not very good, he asked a foreign teacher for oral correction for the whole day.
Even at one or two o'clock in the morning, he still wore his school uniform, school badge and student ID card, and gave an impromptu speech in front of the mirror.
He stood straight, neither humble nor arrogant, looked straight ahead, smiled, and read naturally and fluently in spoken English from beginning to end without a single stutter.
In this way, He Songfeng read it again several times.
He took off his student ID card and stared at the ID photo of himself in a suit and tie, looking serious and solemn. When he looked up again, he found that he had become such a person.
In a trance, He Songfeng felt so excited that he felt like he was standing on the clouds, and in his empty hands, he saw a brand new, bright red certificate.
Vanity is inflated.
Human vanity is mostly about luxury goods, houses, cars, and shoes.
To He Songfeng, it was simply a certificate, but he didn't think there was anything strange about it.
He Songfeng held his hot cheeks, lowered his head, and couldn't help but look at himself in the mirror again, praising him softly: "He Songfeng, you are so amazing."
He Songfeng, who is not very shy, would blush half of his face because of a quiet compliment from himself, and the more he thought about it, the more embarrassed he became.
"Stop being narcissistic, He Songfeng."
He warned himself again.
He took a deep breath and drank a sip of cold water before he managed to calm down.
But the speech manuscript in his hand had been wrinkled without him realizing it, so he quickly smoothed it out and spread it open.
"Ahem, recite it three more times. If you don't make any mistakes, then go to sleep."
He Songfeng worked hard until dawn, slept for only about three hours, and then hurriedly got up to attend morning self-study in the preparatory class. After class, he had to carry his bag back to sit down in the study abroad class. Without waiting for more than two minutes, he had to pack up his speech and go to the school auditorium for an advance rehearsal.
When He Songfeng walked into the auditorium, he was like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden. His eyes and mouth were wide open in surprise, and he couldn't close them for a long time.
The church is built in a Western style, and its facade looks like it is inlaid with diamonds, reflecting bright light under the warm sunlight.
Once inside, the tall podium towers above everything else in the auditorium. No matter which direction you look at the podium from, you have to raise your eyes and look up to the performers with admiration.
He Songfeng smiled slightly.
He thought that soon he would be able to stand up, taller than most of the rich people in the school, and be able to distance himself from them and look down on those who had bullied him.
He Songfeng was led to the backstage by the student union. There were already many students sitting backstage. They were all top students in the school. They were all busy with their own things. The circle of rich people was smaller, and they basically held their own small groups, talking and laughing.
But there are still people who take advantage of the chaos to cast scrutinizing glances at He Songfeng. Their eyes are secretive, but their emotions are strong.
There are all kinds of emotions, whether it is teasing or coveting, jealousy or contempt.
His beauty, existing in such an unfortunate person, indeed aggravates his misfortune.
He Songfeng found a quiet corner to sit down, trying his best not to be exposed to other people's sight.
There was no light in that place. In the dim light, he lowered his head and silently read the English manuscript in his hand.
"Mr. Cheng, are the school leaders just throwing you here again?"
A crowd not far away suddenly burst into enthusiastic laughter. Although they were joking, they were all praising Cheng Qiyong in both obvious and implicit ways.
Cheng Qiyong's gaze passed through the crowd inconspicuously and lingered briefly on He Songfeng.
The moment He Songfeng looked back, he quickly cut off all contact.
Cheng Qiyong replied: "Well, I'll come and take a look."
The group of people laughed and made noise for a long time until the teacher came over and called everyone up one by one to give a trial lecture, and then they gradually quieted down.
He Songfeng watched those people go out and come back in groups, some happy and some nervous. Everyone tried it, but He Songfeng's name was the only one not called. The trial lecture was obviously over, and no one was called out again.
He Songfeng couldn't sit in the gray corner any longer. He took a deep breath, gathered his energy, walked up to the teacher, and asked, "Teacher, don't I need a trial lesson?"
The teacher looked at him in surprise.
"Didn't anyone tell you that your qualification was revoked?"
He Songfeng's ears buzzed violently for a while. He was stunned for a moment, then clenched his hands and crumpled the speech into a ball. He came to his senses only when his hands hurt.
"Why?" He Songfeng asked.
"I can't reveal this for now. Anyway, the school is still investigating your case, so to be on the safe side, I'm canceling your outstanding student selection and your speaking qualification."
The other party finished speaking quickly and hurried to deal with other things, leaving He Songfeng standing there alone.
"My business? I don't have anything to do... I only have myself."
He Songfeng talked to himself.
The crumpled speech fell from his hands and was kicked away by passers-by like garbage.
When He Songfeng wanted to look for it again, it was gone.
He Songfeng vaguely felt that someone around him was talking about him openly.
"Hey, that guy over there, have you heard anything about him?"
"Hmm? What's up?"
He Songfeng looked in the direction of the voice. The person who was talking did not stop, but just lowered his voice, deliberately looked at He Songfeng, and continued to whisper.
“……%…………#@%……”
He Songfeng couldn't hear clearly and he didn't know what he had done wrong.
"Ah—how could this happen?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, that's right."
He Songfeng frowned, looked away, and continued to look for his speech.
Take one step at a time.
As I walked, I was about to walk out of the backstage and was about to draw a line between myself and this group of "outstanding students".
He suddenly felt very unwilling.
Then what is the value of the school uniform he sold his dignity for?
What about the speech he spent several nights preparing?
He was unwilling to give up. He wanted that certificate very much, even to the point of being willing to do anything to get it.
If you don't get what you want, all the sacrifices you made before will be a joke.
The sunk cost was so huge that He Songfeng couldn't accept it, so he could only fall into depravity again and again.
He Songfeng put his hand on the door to leave, turned around, and quickly searched the crowd.
Finally he found his target.
The other party seemed to have come for this purpose. Before He Songfeng found him, he had been staring at He Songfeng.
He Songfeng's tie was messy again, and this time it was not only the tie that was messy, but also the first button of his shirt.
The collar of his shirt was open, half exposed, and cold sweat soaked the collar, staining it an ambiguous pink.
The dignified and serious beauty, in the most embarrassing posture, cast a pitiful and silent plea for help to Cheng Qiyong.
Every time he took a step, Cheng Qiyong followed him.
When he left, the sterling silver feather tie clip on his tie clanged and fell to the ground.
He Songfeng retreated to the gray corner he had chosen earlier. It was a deserted place and a perfect place to conduct some shady and shameful transactions.
He Songfeng clenched his hanging hands into fists, until his hands turned red. He only let go submissively when he heard footsteps behind him.
He turned around, exposing his messy chest to Cheng Qiyong's sight.
He lowered his head and eyes, and his mole trembled helplessly with the sound.
"Have you known about my situation for a long time? Is that why you came here and waited for me to take the initiative?"
Cheng Qiyong remained indifferent.
Whether it was the mole, the tie or the collar, the other party did not rush to take any action.
He didn't even look at her seriously, just glanced around lightly, not taking He Songfeng, who was now offering himself, seriously.
Obviously, the bargaining chips of this transaction were not enough to impress Cheng Qiyong.
But He Songfeng chose to be stubborn and refused to allow any bargaining. He took the initiative to button up his collar.
He didn't want to see such cheapening behavior as reducing the price from 5,000 to 4,000 again.
Cheng Qiyong slowly took the feather tie clip in his hand and handed it to He Songfeng, letting He Songfeng watch how the small tie clip was played with by those hands in an extremely obscene way.
Moreover, Cheng Qiyong did not allow He Songfeng to remain silent and restrained.
He told me bluntly: "I know what you want, and I can give it to you, but you have to pay me accordingly."
"Then what do you want?" He Songfeng raised his head and retracted his mole.
Cheng Qiyong took He Songfeng's tie and circled it in his palm, pulled He Songfeng into his arms, and He Songfeng stumbled pitifully and fell into a dangerous distance.
The silver feather was fragilely clamped between two fingers, dangling precariously.
He looked at He Songfeng's pale and beautiful face, staring at it intently, while his fingers softly and sensually brushed across the cold and hard silver feathers, carefully sweeping away the dust.
He replied calmly: "That depends on how willing you are to give up."
He Songfeng took the silver feather without hesitation.
Open your mouth,
Hold it in your lips.
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