Chapter 65 Chapter 65 Damn you Damn you Damn you Damn you Damn you Damn...
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Faced with He Songfeng's aggressive questioning, the usually strong Dou Mingxu couldn't utter a word.
Because the answer is no.
He Songfeng never asked Dou Mingxu to wait for him.
Just a single word "hmm" was He Songfeng's extremely vague answer to Dou Mingxu.
Everything was just Dou Mingxu's wishful thinking. He was just imagining that He Songfeng would come to find him.
"Angel, who are you talking to?"
Samuel's voice kissed He Songfeng's ear.
His voice was weak and overly hoarse, and even through the phone receiver one could hear the fatigue from overindulgence in his voice.
Dou Mingxu didn't say anything. He was waiting for He Songfeng to introduce him.
He still held on to a glimmer of hope. He thought that between him and Samuel, there was no reason for He Songfeng to choose his stupid nephew.
"Advertising and sales."
He Songfeng said so.
Soon, He Songfeng's voice became quieter, replaced by the sound of sticky kisses, circles and sucks against his cheeks. The sound of kisses was like a hand buried in a muddy pit, fiddling back and forth, making a continuous and unbreakable smacking sound.
It was Samuel who was kissing He Songfeng in a dog-like manner again.
Ever since their last quarrel, he has treated He Songfeng as a special treasure, just like a dog, wagging his tail beside He Songfeng.
He is just like a bootlicker.
"Then what are you still doing with your phone? Hang up."
Samuel's voice suddenly squeezed into Dou Mingxu's ears at its maximum volume. It was obvious that He Songfeng's phone had been taken away. Then all that was left for Dou Mingxu was a long and boring "Beep-beep-beep-the other party has hung up."
Dou Mingxu's villa was extremely spacious, and the draft rushed in from the front yard. It was as cold as an icicle, drilling into the skin of the body.
The wind howled and the grass rustled.
Dou Mingxu stared at the gorgeous bouquet in front of him in confusion, his mind repeatedly going blank and his eyes unable to find a suitable focus.
His body was like a gradually melting ice cube, and he could clearly feel his strength disappearing, bit by bit. He watched himself fall onto the sofa, his head sinking heavily into depression.
Dou Mingxu realized later that He Songfeng had treated him like a dog and taken advantage of him.
This should have been realized as early as the dinner the day before. His arrogance of claiming to be superior to others easily fell into trouble with He Songfeng.
He stretched out his arms and gathered the bouquet of flowers in his arms. His arms were like pinching He Songfeng's waist, holding the bouquet tightly.
The cream-colored flower buds squeezed together in the wrapping paper trembled, their living space repeatedly compressed by Dou Mingxu. Finally, they had nowhere to go and were forced to stick to Dou Mingxu's chest.
The leaves are disheveled, the petals are broken, and the center of the flower is falling down with a rustling sound.
He looked like he had been badly humiliated.
The next morning.
He Songfeng got up and acted exceptionally calm, just like the previous mornings, calm and natural, as if nothing had happened.
The art history professor once again called him away alone and asked with concern, "How is your relationship with Mr. Lambert going?"
He Songfeng thought for a while and answered sincerely but dishonestly:
"Professor, I'm sorry. I don't think Mr. Lambert likes me, but I think it's a personality clash, not my own incompetence. Although I didn't seize the opportunity you gave me, I don't want to give up just like that. I need this internship experience; it will give my resume a leg up when I'm looking for a job. So, is there any possibility... is there a second person in charge I could try?"
It's a common secret that an art history degree doesn't hold much value. He Songfeng must secure this internship as a curatorial assistant at a world-class collection to help him make a difference in his miserable, stagnant life.
He Songfeng was the professor's most satisfied student. Faced with such a sincere request, the professor could not refuse and only said, "I will do my best to help you try again."
"I will also do my best to seize the opportunity." He Songfeng nodded to the professor and thanked him. "Please apologize to Mr. Lambert and me."
"I will."
Soon, in the afternoon, good news came from the professor.
The art museum's chief curator agreed to meet with He Songfeng.
The man was a familiar face to He Songfeng. He had met Dou Mingxu before when they attended a dinner party. It was because of this incident that the man seemed a little flattered by He Songfeng's invitation.
Perhaps he thought that He Songfeng had been abandoned and was now looking for a buyer, and he was lucky enough to become the contractor chosen by the angel.
The time and place of the meeting between the two were arranged by He Songfeng, and the location was set at the Japanese restaurant where he first met Dou Mingxu.
The price wasn't cheap, so He Songfeng gritted his teeth and staked all his scholarship money, saved from his frugal lifestyle, on this meeting. He was determined to secure an internship as a curatorial assistant.
He Songfeng's plan for himself was to intern for a year and a half, save up the first initial capital, and then disappear from the world in the year of graduation.
Samuel never thought of withholding his visa, and no one even thought that He Songfeng was willing to give up his current wealth and glory and return to his country.
In other words, as soon as the time comes, He Songfeng can return to China with his prestigious academic qualifications and work experience, rise rapidly to the top, and become a new He Songfeng who does not rely on anyone and has no entanglements with anyone.
By that time, he could say goodbye to his current self who was being kept and supported, and he could also completely draw a line between himself and his former dirty self.
The Japanese-style sliding door was carefully opened by the waiter, and a handsome, young, white-skinned, blond-haired, and blue-eyed man appeared in the door frame.
The man walked in, looked around, and finally fixed his eyes on He Songfeng. He slowly sat down opposite He Songfeng.
"Hello, Mr. Adrien."
There was not only He Songfeng in the room, but also a professor of art history, and this middle-aged man introduced the two parties to each other.
He Songfeng knelt quietly beside the professor, his hands placed steadily on his legs, his back slightly arched, and his whole body remained inward-looking and reserved.
This time, the waiter did not recognize He Songfeng as a woman. He voluntarily changed into a women's kimono, tied up his hair, and pinned a huge wisteria flower on it. He also covered the bottom of his hair with a light purple ribbon.
The wisteria flower pinned behind his ear fell again, scratching He Songfeng's face uneasily.
The clothes perfectly show off He Songfeng's waistline, revealing his body curves, especially the slender waist between his chest and hips, which makes people want to touch it.
Mr. Adrian was so engrossed in watching that he almost forgot that there was a third person in the room. The professor called him several times but he did not respond. It was not until He Songfeng took the initiative to pick up the teapot, poured a cup of hot tea for the professor and turned his attention to the professor that Adrian came to his senses with an amazed look as if he had just woken up from a dream.
"Mr. Adrien, this is my student Angel. I heard that you also graduated with a degree in Art History. I'm sure you two must have a lot of topics in common."
The professor pushed He Songfeng's full cup of hot tea towards Adrian, but only a little bit, still a long way away, waiting for someone to come and deliver it personally.
Such tasks have always been done by He Songfeng, who has long been famous in the celebrity circle for his obedience and docility.
The next second after the professor conveyed his meaning, He Songfeng immediately held the bottom of the cup with his left hand, protected the rim of the cup with his right hand, and handed it steadily to Adrian.
Before He Songfeng could put the cup down completely, Adrian's hand reached out impatiently. Just when he was about to hold He Songfeng's fingers as delicate as white jade, He Songfeng escaped as nimbly as a loach, leaving only a fleeting chill in the other's palm.
When Adrien looked up, He Songfeng had already returned to his passive posture, waiting for orders. He sat upright, his head lowered, listening quietly.
The professor never told He Songfeng to do anything again, so Adrian watched eagerly.
The three of them chatted casually, and He Songfeng mostly listened.
He Songfeng's lack of initiative and expression made Adrian's desire grow stronger. He wanted to hear him talk and wanted him to bring him another cup of tea.
The professor asked Adrien: "Angel is a very good student, so what is your impression of him?"
"beauty."
The words came out of his mouth.
He Songfeng raised his eyes and gave Adrian a shy smile. The wisteria flowers hanging by his ears swayed gently as he raised his eyes.
It was clearly silent, but it made a tinkling sound.
The desire in Adrian's eyes had already crossed the square table between them, and was circling around He Songfeng.
He Songfeng brought the tea and slowly moved to sit next to Adrian. All his movements were cautious and silent, and he would never disturb the conversation between the two men.
"Mr. Adrien, the tea in your cup is empty. Let me refill it for you."
He Songfeng's voice was very soft, as light as the wind blowing past.
Adrian's hands were on the ground, and his fingertips had touched the edge of He Songfeng's skirt.
He Songfeng used both hands to steady the teapot, his body and head lowered along with the spout of the teapot, and the collar of his clothes was not pulled too tightly.
Adrien glanced down and could see most of the tender white scene.
The slightly open collar, coupled with He Songfeng's innocent eyes, was simply tempting people to put their hands into his collar.
Such an offensive behavior is worth it, whether it results in an angry slap in the face or a helpless trembling.
Adrian's hands were eager to try. He was no longer satisfied with just touching the hem of He Songfeng's clothes with his fingertips. He wanted to get more explicit.
"oops……"
He Songfeng shook the wrist that was holding the teapot, and the spout of the teapot tilted. The warm tea flowed down along the edge of the table and soon soaked Adrian's pants, from the crotch to the knees. The entire section was wet with tea.
He Songfeng quickly put down the teapot, holding the handkerchief in both hands, and placed both hands on Adrian's knees, wiping and kneading, and circling his fingertips around the sensitive skin.
There was no point in wiping like this, it couldn't clean anything, the only effect was to make Adrian fall into excited anticipation, expecting He Songfeng to wipe from the knees all the way to the crotch.
Adrian imagined those two hands, white and tender, like new buds in spring, gathered together and supported on his crotch, circling and moving slowly up and down. He listened to He Songfeng's worried and anxious breathing humming from his nose, and the fearful mutterings that kept flowing from the corners of his cherry-pink lips: "...Sir, please don't punish Angel."
"Mr. Adrien..."
The door was pushed open with a "bang!"
Adrien's name was mentioned by two voices at the same time——
"Mr. Adrien, what a coincidence."
Dou Mingxu's figure appeared in the door frame. He looked like an evil spirit sealed in a holy vessel. His face was as gloomy as iron blue, and his skin color was extremely pale and gray.
His face was expressionless, but not completely emotionless.
His tone, his expression, and even the sharp, murderous look he gave He Songfeng were undoubtedly threats.
He Songfeng was frightened by the sudden sound of the door opening, and his body collapsed uncontrollably.
The timing of his bending was not very good, because half of his body was still supported on Adrian's legs, and this collapse was like burying his body.
It's hard to believe that this sliding wooden door can make such a terrifying sound.
"Mr. Lambert!"
Adrien couldn't care less about He Songfeng in his arms. His legs felt like they were electrified as he hurriedly distanced himself from He Songfeng. He then stood up and rushed to the door to greet Dou Mingxu who was about to come in, explaining earnestly, "Angel was pouring tea for me. Not only me, but the professor is also drinking it."
He Songfeng, who lost his support, fell to the ground with a thud. The wisteria flowers in his hair were scattered on the ground by the impact. He Songfeng's light golden hair lost its color and fell down messily along his cheeks, making him look miserable and beautiful.
"……pain."
He Songfeng's thin arms trembled as they supported the ground, supporting his frail upper body. He raised his head and gave Dou Mingxu an ignorant look.
Dou Mingxu hummed, glanced at He Songfeng expressionlessly, walked straight over, sat down, and ignored He Songfeng who fell.
"Good afternoon, professor."
Dou Mingxu greeted the professor of art history politely, and at the same time gestured to the waiter waiting outside the door, indicating that he could start serving the dishes.
"Hello, Mr. Lambert."
The professor looked indifferent as if nothing had happened.
The conflict was caused by He Songfeng, and it was not something that an old man like him could solve, so he just stood aside and watched the show.
As for Adrien, perhaps because he knew he was trying to steal someone else's girlfriend, which was neither morally nor ethically right, he carefully sat down opposite Dou Mingxu and even imitated He Songfeng's meek demeanor, placing his hands flat on his lap and sitting upright.
He Songfeng found that no one was there to support him under Dou Mingxu's pressure, so he had to straighten the slightly open collar of his clothes by himself and slowly sit up with the help of the ground.
But he was so anxious to sit down that he ignored the wisteria flowers on the ground. When he turned around, he found that the bouquet had been swept into the corner of the room by Dou Mingxu and turned into garbage.
He Songfeng let out a sound of aggrieved breathing from his nose.
Dou Mingxu deliberately ignored him and treated him as non-existent air.
He Songfeng had just sat down when the appetizers were served.
The waiter introduced the dishes while serving them to everyone in the room. "This is a cream puff made with Comté cheese, Gougere. It comes from Burgundy, France. It's aged for forty-eight months and has a rich and complex flavor, with distinct nutty and caramel aromas."
The waiter's voice just neutralized the awkward atmosphere in the room, preventing it from being too stiff and cold.
Dou Mingxu took advantage of the waiter's voice to silently observe He Songfeng's every move.
Unexpectedly, after being humiliated like this, He Songfeng could still remain calm, as if nothing had happened. He served tea and water to everyone present as usual, and served everyone with a smile.
Delicate fingers held the hot teacups and brought them to the table one by one. The pink fingertips brushed across the bottom of the cup, making a slight tinkling sound.
He Songfeng easily caught Dou Mingxu's prying eyes. Far from being afraid, he looked back directly, maliciously revealing the little ambiguity between them: "Mr. Lambert, why are you staring at me?"
At the same time, his body leaned slightly forward towards Dou Mingxu.
He Songfeng's collar would inevitably open with the slightest movement, and Dou Mingxu's eyes were no exception as he peered into the collar, taking in the large area of tender white, and even the sheen of the two cherry-red nipples.
The waiter continued to serve dishes to the four people at the table and introduced: "The third dish is Nagasaki corn soup with smoked red peppers..."
Dou Mingxu didn't answer, so He Songfeng sat up straight and looked directly at Adrian opposite him.
When he lowered his head and leaned forward, the other person's eyes immediately followed him and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Seeing this, Dou Mingxu immediately grabbed He Songfeng's collar and pulled it up, forcibly correcting He Songfeng's posture into a strange one with his head held high and his chest puffed out.
"Mr. Adrien, I'd like to ask about internship opportunities at the art museum. Can I get an answer now?"
He Songfeng suddenly spoke, interrupting the waiter's voice as he was introducing the dishes. The waiter immediately understood and fell silent, quietly serving the last main course.
"This...why don't you ask Mr. Lambert directly?" Adrien asked back.
He Songfeng said bluntly: "Because I only invited you to the banquet today."
Adrian immediately smiled flattered, and cautiously glanced at Dou Mingxu. Noticing that Dou Mingxu's attention was not on him, he immediately glanced at He Songfeng and said, "No problem, everything is fine."
He Songfeng handed over his business card with both hands. Through his open sleeves, one could see his straight and slender arm, which was like a lotus root soaked in water in a pond, so white and tender that water would flow out if pinched.
"This is my business card. I'll leave it to you."
Adrian first looked at Dou Mingxu's attitude, and only after confirming that it was okay did he take He Songfeng's business card.
The two people's hands had a not-so-brief touch when they exchanged hands, their fingertips hooked together, their knuckles scratching against their fingertips, the ambiguity was too deliberate.
Dou Mingxu's eyelids jumped suddenly, and with a "snap" sound, he lost control of the force and the chopsticks flew out.
He Songfeng quickly crawled over to help Dou Mingxu pick up the chopsticks, using the same posture, leaning forward and holding both hands high to offer them.
"Mr. Lambert, what's wrong with you?"
Dou Mingxu read the entire film that Adrian had read again.
Dou Mingxu tried his best to appear nonchalant, but it was obvious that he cared deeply, so much so that he almost wanted to strangle someone to death! Anyway, someone here deserved to die.
Dou Mingxu didn't take the chopsticks, but cursed: "Whore."
He called He Songfeng a whore.
"Uh-huh."
He Songfeng placed the chopsticks flat on the table, and the smile on his face didn't even change.
Dou Mingxu took a deep breath, the corners of his mouth had drooped hopelessly, and he couldn't even maintain the most basic calmness.
The dishes on the table looked less and less appetizing. They even looked faded and gave off a rotten smell.
He couldn't stay in the room for even a second, so he stood up and walked out.
Adrian asked attentively, "Mr. Lambert, where are you going?"
Everyone in the room looked at Dou Mingxu. The corner of Dou Mingxu's mouth twitched, and he replied expressionlessly:
"smoke."
The Japanese-style corridor of the restaurant was very quiet. Everyone made noises only in their own rooms. The only noiseless waiters walked past in the corridor.
Dou Mingxu stopped at the end of the corridor, where smoking was not prohibited.
He took out the cigarette box from his pocket, but did not rush to light it. Instead, he subconsciously waited for He Songfeng's hand to reach into his pocket and help him light the cigarette.
He waited for about thirty seconds and laughed at himself because he realized that He Songfeng didn't follow him out at all.
Dou Mingxu thought that if he hadn't followed He Songfeng here today, He Songfeng would have immediately climbed onto Adrian's bed after dinner.
No morals, no burden, no bottom line.
The body is the most valuable thing to He Songfeng, and he never tires of using it to exchange for benefits.
He shook the lighter casually in his hand twice and put it in his pocket.
The sour taste flowed into the bloodstream from the throat along with the white smoke, and soon spread throughout the body through the blood vessels. Instead of numbing the nerves, the cigarette made the pungent smell of vinegar dominate.
Dou Mingxu's mood suddenly changed from dissatisfaction to jealousy.
A person with no name and no status can only smoke secretly and feel jealous in a corner where no one is around.
He was laughed at by so many people that even Dou Mingxu hid in the smoke and laughed at himself.
Dou Mingxu waved his hand to get rid of the smoke he exhaled, and there was a misty cloud in front of his eyes. When the smoke had almost dissipated, He Songfeng leaned half of his body out of the room and walked out, strolling slowly in the restaurant corridor.
One step, two steps...
He Songfeng's steps were light but not fast. It would be more accurate to say that he was twisting rather than walking.
As He Songfeng occupied more and more space in Dou Mingxu's pupils, he got closer and closer.
Dou Mingxu immediately realized that He Songfeng was not taking a walk, but was walking towards him.
Dou Mingxu quickly turned his face to the other side. He used his clean hand to smooth out the angles of his facial features and adjusted his facial expression for a long time to make sure that his facial features were not out of place. Then he turned his attention back to He Songfeng.
But it was obvious that Dou Mingxu was overthinking it.
He Songfeng walked up to him, but did not stop. Instead, he turned around and walked straight past him, ignoring his existence, and went straight to another road.
All he left for Dou Mingxu was his back, and He Songfeng didn't even let his hands hang down to swing his arms.
Dou Mingxu frowned, his eyes following He Songfeng's back slowly.
He Songfeng quickly disappeared from his sight, and no one knew where he went.
About three to five minutes? Or maybe ten minutes? Dou Mingxu wasn't sure. He wasn't standing in the corridor smoking just for the sake of smoking, but waiting for He Songfeng.
In short, He Songfeng reappeared in sight and returned along the same route.
You will pass by Dou Mingxu the same way you did on the way there.
However, this time, He Songfeng's pace slowed down visibly, although he still did not stop, and did not even give Dou Mingxu any extra glances.
Dou Mingxu stared at He Songfeng's twisting body and quickly figured out why He Songfeng couldn't walk fast.
Because the kimono, after being rearranged, wrapped his body contours too tightly, he couldn't move his legs at all, and he had to rely on twisting his hips to walk.
So from Dou Mingxu's perspective, the changes in the two fleshy buttocks behind He Songfeng's slow back and forth movements and friction were particularly obvious, making his waistline look even thinner. From a distance, it seemed as if he could be held in one hand.
Dou Mingxu could no longer hold back from getting closer, with one hand half-hanging in the air, the "hey" stuck in his throat about to come out.
However, Dou Mingxu still did not say anything, controlling his tone and insisting that He Songfeng bow his head and greet him first.
He Songfeng stopped at the door of the room. He did not go in, but knelt by the door and talked to someone inside.
His eyebrows and eyes turned into crescents when he smiled, and the two black moles on his eyelids were like the finishing touches on a puppet doll, making this small and obedient puppet even more charming.
A hand took the opportunity to reach out from the door and rubbed He Songfeng's eyelids.
He Songfeng was startled, but he did not resist. Instead, he lowered his eyes and head, and obediently let the other party knead him.
Even if the other party stopped, He Songfeng maintained this posture for about half a minute, making sure that the other party had really finished rubbing, before he slowly raised his eyes and spoke.
The cherry pink upper and lower lips touched lightly, and the tip of the tongue could be seen briefly popping out when speaking.
"Mr. Adrien, please pick up my wisteria hairpin and give it to me. I forgot to take it when I was sorting my clothes just now."
A hand holding wisteria flowers came out from inside the door.
But He Songfeng did not rush to accept it. Instead, he used his cold and flexible hands to wrap around the other person's weak arms, and moved them around the flesh erotically, with each finger caressing in an ambiguous manner.
"I'll be back soon. Please wait for me for a while, just a moment."
He Songfeng's legs, which were kneeling on the ground, fell forward, and his upper body sank into the door, as if he was swallowed by the open sliding door. But people who understand can definitely see that he threw himself into the other person's arms with his arms around him.
The head may simply be buried in the other person's chest to act coquettishly, or the tongue may be put to the other person's mouth to be bitten.
It is even possible that at this moment, He Songfeng's soft breasts were eaten clean.
But these are just Dou Mingxu's guesses.
The cigarette butt in Dou Mingxu's hand had already burned his fingers, but he was completely unaware of it. He stared at everything that was happening over there with He Songfeng, with all his attention focused on He Songfeng.
He Songfeng walked out of the room, supporting himself on the steps with both hands, while the purple wisteria returned to the bun behind his ear.
The hairpin was ugly, crooked and twisted, and looked like it would fall off at any moment.
He Songfeng closed the door with a smile, lowered his head to one side, raised his arms high, and flexibly circled the wisteria flowers with his fingers.
The cuffs suddenly piled up on the shoulders, and the two tender white lotus nodes were completely exposed to the air. The soft and even shiny white flesh aroused people's desire, making people really want to pinch it to see if it would cause fluid to flow.
Finally, He Songfeng took down the wisteria flowers, stood up again, and walked to the end of the corridor where Dou Mingxu was.
Step by step - He Songfeng walked slowly. The wisteria flowers in his hands swayed with his pace, like the wind, the mist, and the silk.
Dou Mingxu stopped pretending, and his gaze changed from staring to staring straight ahead, a gaze full of lust and desire.
He looked at He Songfeng's twisting waist and hips, his two hanging arms, and the loose collar around his neck.
Everything about He Songfeng, even when he was wearing clothes, was full of temptation for him to indulge in naked violation.
He Songfeng finally walked in front of Dou Mingxu.
This time, He Songfeng still did not stop, nor did he give Dou Mingxu any extra glances.
He Songfeng turned around, and he could no longer see Dou Mingxu in his peripheral vision.
It seems that this time, the two of them have to pretend that nothing happened.
But just when a breath of helplessness came out of He Songfeng's nose - Dou Mingxu finally took the initiative!
He pressed his hot palm on the back of He Songfeng's neck and lifted him back to himself like a rabbit.
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