25 Not a Dream
◎ "Ice cubes, is this today's new game?"◎
The first time it’s raw, the second time it’s cooked, and the third time it’s even more cooked.
Jiang Suiyun could even predict He Chifeng's next move. She directly picked up a piece of bitter melon with chopsticks and stuffed it into He Chifeng's mouth, blocking his mouth.
"Just be quiet."
With a large mouthful of bitter melon stuffed into his mouth, He Chifeng's face suddenly twisted: "Jiang Suiyun!"
Jiang Suiyun knew he would call her like that, so she stuffed another chopstick into her mouth, which made He Chifeng's face turn green with anger.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jiang Suiyun quickly retracted his legs.
"Bitter melon can reduce internal heat, so eat more."
Zhou Chengze took two bottles of orange juice from the kitchen, and when he came back he found that the man opposite was looking at him even more unfriendly.
He smiled and handed the drink to Jiang Suiyun.
It was like isolating He Chifeng, leaving him no place. This behavior was actually very childish for Zhou Chengze, but inexplicably, he also wanted to be willful.
But before he finished his meal, his phone rang. There was an emergency meeting at the exhibition and he had to go back immediately.
"Yunyun..." Zhou Chengze hesitated. He frowned and glanced at He Chifeng, who was eating slowly with a gloomy face next to him. He was obviously worried.
"Things have their priorities. Brother Chengze, I'm fine here, you go ahead and do your work."
As the two were talking, He Chifeng just stared at them, as if he wanted to stare them out of the hole.
After sending the person out, Jiang Suiyun realized that it had started raining outside.
I saw the rain outside the window getting heavier.
She urged He Chifeng who was still eating.
"Eat quickly."
After all, she remembered that this person didn't live nearby.
It's too late and raining, so it's dangerous to drive on the road.
"He's not your boyfriend."
This sentence is a statement, not a question.
Jiang Suiyun's eyebrows twitched, and he felt inexplicably guilty.
She was just about to say, what’s it to you?
The next thing I heard was the man opposite me say, "I'm going to stay at your place today."
This was Sima Zhao's intention, and everyone knew it. Jiang Suiyun crossed his arms and sneered, "Second Young Master He, I only have one room here. Do you want to sleep on the sofa or on the floor?"
It was a new house, and although there were several guest rooms, there was no bedding provided.
As for the sofa.
Jiang Suiyun took a look and thought that He Chifeng would be extremely uncomfortable sleeping on her with his height. She was sure that the young master could not bear such hardship.
He Chifeng didn't know what he was going through, but seeing how she and that pretty boy were flirting with each other, he couldn't help but feel annoyed.
He snorted coldly: "Sleep on the sofa if you want."
I wanted him to leave, but he refused to leave.
A strange emotion surged in He Chifeng's heart, as if he was competing, or as if he wanted to verify something.
Jiang Suiyun wondered if this person was sick.
But she couldn't drive him away at the moment, so she could only grit her teeth and say, "Whatever you want."
As soon as she returned to the room, she locked the door and took out the remote control for the temperature control of the whole house. Because it was a zone control, she turned the cooling in the living room to the lowest setting.
There is only a small blanket on the sofa in the living room, so he won’t freeze to death.
She felt a little better.
He took out the drawings from the workbench and was about to continue working.
Suddenly, a piece of financial news was pushed to her on the mobile phone screen.
He originally wanted to cross it out directly, but suddenly he saw a familiar name. Jiang Suiyun was stunned and his hand clicked on it unconsciously.
Shengrong Holdings suspected of major personnel adjustments: the board of directors removed He Linchuan from the position of CEO
Jiang Suiyun glanced at the title, frowned, and his heart suddenly tightened.
It was not until I read the entire report that I realized this was actually a marketing account pretending to be an official post.
The key point is not "lifted" but "suspected".
Jiang Suiyun breathed a sigh of relief, but was also really speechless.
I immediately clicked on the report button, it was false information.
Turn off your phone and get to work.
Jiang Suiyun didn't know how long he had been drawing the picture.
Until I felt a little sleepy, I looked at the time and found that it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.
She stretched.
I opened my phone and saw a series of missed calls on the screen.
This number is familiar.
Uncle Ke?
It has been more than half a month since the last time the two of them contacted each other.
There were a few pieces of information scattered around.
Ke Jianguo: [Xiaoyun, can you lend me some more money? I beg you, I'm at my wit's end.]
Ke Jianguo: [This time, only 100,000! Please save me. After all, I helped a lot with your mother's problem.]
…
The messages became more and more urgent as time went on, and there were also many voice messages mixed in.
[Xiaoyun, have you seen the message? Please help me! If I don't pay the money today, the debt collectors will not let me go!]
There was a lot of noise and it seemed like there were quite a few people there.
…
The last message was ten minutes ago.
Jiang Suiyun frowned, realizing something was wrong.
She went back, turned up the volume on her phone, and listened to the voice message again.
Over there were the sounds of "clack clack" and "tattack".
...exactly the same sound as dice rolling on a table.
She called back, and after a few beeps, no one answered. She frowned and continued dialing.
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Underground casino.
Ke Jianguo looked around and quickly pressed the keyboard of his mobile phone.
He was wearing an old cartoon character T-shirt with several holes on the shoulders. He looked like he hadn't taken a shower in many days and he smelled terrible.
He didn't get a response from the other end, so he called again, but no one answered.
Suddenly, two burly men appeared behind him, and before he could run, he was clamped down.
Ke Jianguo's legs were trembling as he was led to the box. As expected, he saw a ferocious face.
The greasy-haired man had a big gold chain hanging on his chest and was leaning on the sofa smoking a cigar.
Ke Jianguo smiled apologetically: "Qiang...Brother Qiang..."
The next second, a slap hit him hard in the face, his ears buzzed instantly, and his mouth was full of the taste of rust.
The greasy-haired man spat at Ke Jianguo fiercely: "You ballless bastard, you owe me three months' gambling debt and you dare run away! Do you think I'm running a charity?"
"If you don't cough up the five hundred thousand today, I'll cut off your tongue and feed it to the Tibetan Mastiff."
Ke Jianguo was shaking like a ball of chaff, "Brother Qiang, please give me a little more time..."
"Grace?" The slicked-back man grabbed the cigar cutter from the coffee table and smacked him in the face. "You told me last month you'd give me a grace period. Where's the money?"
A henchman nearby chimed in with a chuckle, "Brother Qiang, why not just chop off his hands? This bastard can't even get a penny out of his mouth."
The greasy-haired man narrowed his eyes and signaled the two bodyguards next to him to hold Ke Jianguo down.
The scissors in his hand flashed with a cold light.
Ke Jianguo struggled hard, crying and snotting, and was more sincere than when he borrowed money.
"No, no! I have money! I can borrow some!"
"I can borrow it!"
The greasy-haired man had obviously heard this kind of talk too many times and didn't believe it at all. He stepped on Ke Jianguo's finger and said, "Borrow? Who will lend it to you?"
The knife was almost touching Ke Jianguo's fingers and was about to fall.
At this time, Ke Jianguo acted completely on instinct. He screamed in fear, "Yes! I had an employer before. If I borrowed money, he would definitely give me money! Please, Brother Qiang!"
The greasy-haired man was skeptical. If he couldn't get the money back, it would be a bad debt. He might as well give it a try. He snorted coldly and finally let someone let him go.
The bodyguard threw the phone to him.
"beat."
Ke Jianguo looked at the group of people in front of him who were eyeing him eagerly and did not dare to delay. He swallowed his saliva and seemed to have made a decision.
Finally, I dialed the number that I knew by heart.
Not long after, a middle-aged male voice was heard from the other side.
Ke Jianguo was afraid that the other party would hang up the phone, so he quickly said, "He... Boss He..."
There was silence on the other side.
Almost the next moment, the other party's tone became impatient: "It's you? Why are you still contacting me?"
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Jiang Suiyun made several calls in a row, but still no one answered.
She finally gave up.
His eyes fell on a few messages, and finally he transferred 10,000 yuan to Ke Jianguo.
If the debt was really a gambling debt, she would have done her best, but she would never lend him a penny again.
But she couldn't understand why Uncle Ke, who was such a simple and kind person, became addicted to gambling after only two years?
Jiang Suiyun turned off his phone, feeling inexplicably depressed.
I'd like some ice water.
She was about to go out to get some water, but as soon as she opened the door, she was shivered by the cold air outside.
Hiss, she had forgotten that she had turned the air conditioner outside to the lowest setting.
But what surprised her was that no one outside disturbed her.
The lights are out.
There was a man curled up on the sofa. His upper body was naked, revealing his large and strong chest muscles. The thin blanket covering him had half fallen to the ground.
The place was small to begin with, and He Chifeng was tall, so he couldn't stretch out at all.
It looks so pitiful.
Jiang Suiyun snorted in his heart, he deserved it.
She turned around and scooped some ice from the refrigerator. The water dispenser was next to the dining room. She paused at the table. The dishes were cleaned and the tabletop was polished to a shine. She glanced at the kitchen, which had also been cleaned.
Even the kitchen waste was collected.
She was slightly moved. This young master was quite diligent.
Turning back to the living room, she decided to do something nice.
There was a carpet in the middle of the living room. Jiang Suiyun took off his shoes and walked over barefoot.
The blanket on the man had slipped down to his waist, revealing his sturdy waist and abdomen. His breathing was heavy and slow.
The moonlight from outside poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the eyelashes cast a small shadow under the man's eyes.
Jiang Suiyun unconsciously breathed lighter.
She took the thin blanket that had fallen to the ground and covered the man again.
When she got closer, she realized that when He Chifeng was asleep, his face was much more pleasing than when he was tense on ordinary days.
This guy is quite good-looking, but he has a terrible temper.
As if possessed by a mysterious force, she squatted down and placed her fingertips on the bridge of his tall nose. There was no sarcastic sneer or oppressive look in his eyes. He looked less aggressive than during the day, and even his facial features seemed softer.
Jiang Suiyun muttered softly, "He's pretty quiet when he's asleep."
She stood up and prepared to go back to her room.
Suddenly, my wrist was grabbed violently.
The moment He Chifeng opened his eyes, Jiang Suiyun was startled. The man's eyes were deep and a little hazy, as if he had not woken up yet.
But he instinctively tightened his fingers and held her in his arms, his palms burning like irons.
His voice was too hoarse after just waking up: "Sleep."
Hot air sprayed against her earlobe. Jiang Suiyun was pressed against his chest, and her palms felt the hot skin and the violent heartbeat.
Jiang Suiyun tried to escape in panic, but he grabbed her waist and pulled her back. His strong abdominal muscles hurt her.
She controlled her hand to prevent the ice cubes in the glass from spilling.
The man lowered his head, brushing his nose against the top of her hair and sniffing deeply. He pecked and licked her neck as he spoke, "Why are you so passive today? Are you playing hard to get?"
Jiang Suiyun didn't understand what he was saying at all. The wet heat on her neck made her fingertips tremble. She dodged the man's kiss: "Let go! The ice is going to spill out."
"Ice?" The man's voice was hoarse, with a hint of danger and the laziness of just waking up. "New trick?"
Jiang Suiyun:?
【Author’s words】
Today's new gameplay (fork)
Tomorrow's new gameplay (hook) [Dog head holding a rose]
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