Chapter 3 Biting his tongue...
These eyes...
Even if it were a cold-blooded animal, its legs would probably become a little weak, right?
Bai You was dazed for a moment as he slightly raised his head.
But then, someone's noisy voice sounded deep in my mind.
"My Yanyan has such beautiful eyes."
"I just feel that his eyes are like a very deep lake. One look at them can make you fall into them and feel ethereal."
"He looked at me seriously several times."
“He’s so cool!”
“…”
Bai You remembered.
It was not long ago that Meng Qingyan held a celebration party for his award-winning film "Burning Heart".
I don't know who was so careless as to send the two tickets to him by mistake.
Originally Bai You wanted to go back, but was intercepted by Jin Baobao.
At first, after returning from the celebration party, because he was worried that Bai You would mind, Jin Baobao still held it in and disguised himself as an ordinary fan who pursued his idol rationally.
But later, unable to resist Bai You's persuasion, Jin Baobao began to rebound and he almost wanted to praise Meng Qingyan to the sky.
Only after he had emptied out all the ink of praise in his stomach did he finally calm down with a sense of unsatisfied feeling.
Jin Baobao has been taken care of by Bai You since he was a child, and he is only nineteen years old this year.
In Bai You's eyes, he was just a child.
When Bai You thought of Meng Qingyan flirting with him like that, his face instantly turned cold.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but Bai You felt that the fire in his heart was rolling and spreading exponentially. He looked over Meng Qingyan's shoulder at the bathroom door that was already within reach.
Reason can no longer compete with emotions that are driven by desire.
Even if it is a god or a Buddha blocking his way at this moment, he will do everything he can to kill the gods and Buddhas in order to get what he wants.
Not to mention, I was thinking about Jin Baobao again at this moment.
With old hatred and new grudges added to it, Bai You raised his hand and skillfully pinched Meng Qingyan's wrist.
However, he didn't know whether his strength was weakened by the alcohol or Meng Qingyan's bones were exceptionally hard, but when he pinched him, not only did he cause pain and injury, he couldn't even move the hands that were clasped around his waist an inch.
"Let go!" Bai You shouted harshly.
As soon as he said this, he realized that his voice not only lacked the slightest bit of authority, but was instead tinged with an indescribable ambiguity and softness.
It didn't sound like a rejection, but more like an invitation.
Subconsciously closing his lips, Bai You raised his hand again to push Meng Qingyan's shoulder.
But this time, Meng Qingyan did not retreat but advanced instead.
Not only did he not let go, but he leaned forward slightly and buried his slightly cold cheek in Bai You's soft neck.
Like a thirsty person getting water, Bai You trembled slightly with comfort.
"Be good." He heard Meng Qingyan's drunken voice, which was different from what he usually heard on TV or in interviews, and was full of doting.
At this moment, even though his mind was not clear enough, Bai You still realized that the person in front of him might have recognized the wrong person.
He mistook himself for someone else.
The light in the corridor was very dim, but even so, the two tall figures entangled together still attracted the attention of people in the distance.
The instinct of self-preservation reminded Bai You that he must leave here as soon as possible.
Otherwise, once he and Meng Qingyan were recognized, or even worse if videos or photos were leaked, it would definitely cause even more violent storms in the future.
By then, he would probably never be able to break away from Meng Qingyan in this life.
Although Jiang Minyao always told him that black and red are also red.
But Bai You was neither willing nor willing to agree.
Push, can't push it away, shake, can't shake it off...
As they struggled, their bodies were intertwined and Bai You's palm accidentally touched the button of Meng Qingyan's shirt.
The coolness of the metal buttons seemed to have a magical effect, causing him to feel an uncontrollable desire in his heart.
Bai You closed his eyes and became angry and embarrassed for a moment.
You won’t let go, right?
If you don’t let go, I will take a few photos with you and see if you dare to flirt again in the future?
A waiter passed by and Bai You reached out to stop him.
The conversation seemed to float in the clouds. Bai You heard himself say in a very strange voice: "Please, give me a room..."
When he mentioned the word "private", he vaguely remembered that there were no private rooms, so he changed his words, "Give me a screening room."
The private rooms and screening rooms of "Yige" always have to be booked in advance. The waiter smiled politely and was about to refuse, but stuttered when he saw the person on Baiyou's shoulder.
"Not good..." He paused, then said, "Please follow me."
The waiter was familiar with the route and took Bai You around the crowd outside. If Bai You was sober enough, he would have discovered that he was actually entering an elevator reserved for employees.
The elevator rose and suddenly stopped. Following the waiter, Bai You took Meng Qingyan into a screening room.
The screening room is not very big, but it looks clean and comfortable at first glance.
It doesn't feel like a bar, but more like a warm home.
Bai You locked the door and then threw Meng Qingyan onto a high-backed cinema chair facing the screen.
On the other side, the waiter left the box and immediately went to Zhang Qinyang's office on the second floor.
"Boss," the waiter stammered, "Meng...Mr. Meng was taken upstairs to the screening room."
Although this store is managed by Zhang Qinyang, the big boss behind the scenes is Meng Qingyan.
The store is going to have a new batch of wine soon, and a few days ago Zhang Qinyang specially invited a sommelier to draw up a reference wine list.
After finally waiting for Meng Qingyan to come back, he begged people to taste the wine.
Just as the final wine order was decided, a drunk guy downstairs somehow injured his wrist and was sent downstairs.
When I came back, Meng Qingyan was gone.
"Who?" Zhang Qinyang stood up quickly, wondering who was so bold as to even have the guts to attack Meng Qingyan.
"He's also an actor," the waiter said, "his name is Bai You."
Although Bai You is not famous, many people recognize his face because he is so handsome.
Not to mention, he was what Meng Qingyan called the "chosen control group."
Looking around, there was probably no one in the entire area who didn't know him.
"Baiyou?"
Hearing this, Zhang Qinyang's steps to rush out suddenly stopped. He seemed to be very anxious just now, but now he didn't seem to be in a hurry anymore.
"What's the specific situation?" Zhang Qinyang asked puzzledly.
The waiter recalled carefully, and after a moment hesitantly reported: "It seems that Mr. Meng was kidnapped after drinking?"
Along the way, Bai You had a bad expression on his face, and his words and actions showed that he was not kind to Meng Qingyan.
But……
The waiter scratched his head, but it was Young Master Meng who was holding Bai You tightly.
Even when he wanted to help, he was rejected.
The waiter hesitated and changed his words: "I'm not sure either."
Originally, he thought that he would be scolded by the boss for not being smart enough, but for some reason, Zhang Qinyang seemed to understand and was a little absent-minded.
"Damn, this kid has been holding it in for twenty-one years, is he finally going to get it?" After a moment, Zhang Qinyang let out a long sigh and suddenly raised his hand, "You, find a few people to guard that corridor. No one can go over and disturb Young Master Meng's good deeds, understand?"
The waiter was speechless, but he also breathed a sigh of relief.
After hearing Zhang Qinyang's instructions, he hurried out to dispatch personnel.
In the screening room upstairs, Bai You took great pains to finally get his cell phone out of his backpack.
His "shooting" inspiration comes from film and television works.
Just unbutton Meng Qingyan's clothes and shoot his collarbone from top to bottom.
The rest will be left to the omnipotent netizens to imagine.
However, at this moment, things are a bit contrary to our wishes.
The high fever in his body made it difficult for him to hold the phone steadily, and the coolness of the "button" could no longer satisfy him.
Bai You lowered his eyes and looked at the metal belt buckle around Meng Qingyan's waist.
The raging fire devoured his last bit of sanity. Bai You reached out and grasped the metal buckle without hesitation.
With a "click", the buckle opened, and almost at the same time, his hand was held down by someone.
"Bai You." Someone was calling his name, the voice was low and hoarse, stirring ripples in people's hearts.
"Why?" the voice continued, "Want to try it?"
The positions of the two people changed at some point, the phone rolled to the ground, and Bai You went from being active to being passive.
Meng Qingyan leaned down, his eyes dark and deep, full of aggression.
Bai You didn't understand what he said.
He even completely forgot what he was about to do.
At this moment, he only felt the man's sweaty eyebrows, his thin lips gently opening and closing, his rolling Adam's apple, and even his slender palm pressing down on him...
There is nothing that is not sexy.
He couldn't help wanting to taste the sweat.
Subconsciously, he stretched out his tongue and licked his dry and hungry lips.
However, before the bright red tip of the tongue could be retracted, it was forcefully bitten by someone.
…
The dream is so long that it is endless.
In the dream, Bai You seemed to be in a rough sea, sometimes being lifted up by the waves, and sometimes being pressed into the deeper, dark seabed by the overwhelming waves.
He was clearly craving for that bit of coolness, but in the end, he was infinitely obsessed with the scorching flames behind him.
…
When he opened his eyes again, Bai You felt tired all over.
The room was still dark, and he naturally wanted to turn over and continue sleeping.
However, he suddenly felt a tingling sensation somewhere in his body and let out a slight hiss.
His heart skipped a beat, and Bai You's blank mind finally came to its senses.
The scenes from last night were like wild horses running out of control, rushing out again.
Subconsciously wrapping the thin blanket tightly around himself, Bai You defensively shrank into the corner.
In the dim light, the huge light-colored screen in front of him was silently reminding him what happened yesterday.
He’s still in that projection room.
"Awake." A man's deep voice came from the end of the bed, with a hint of hoarseness.
Following the voice, the wall lamp next to the screen lit up, and a layer of faint warm light enveloped the entire room.
Only then did Bai You notice that he was actually lying on a big bed.
Isn't it a movie theater seat?
He thought dazedly.
But then he put these insignificant details behind him.
Because the next second, he saw the chaotic scene in the room that made him blush and his heart beat fast, and he wished he could buy a piece of tofu and kill himself.
The used and messy family planning supplies in the trash can, the wrinkled and soaked clothes piled at the foot of the bed, and some faint marks on them that are hard to talk about...
Bai You hastily turned his eyes away and was immediately met with a pair of eyes as black as a cold pond.
Those eyes were cold and indifferent, not much different from when Meng Qingyan usually appeared in public.
For a moment, Bai You even began to doubt whether the affectionate look he met last night was just an illusion caused by the confusion?
However, no matter whether it is an illusion or reality, Bai You will not be self-indulgent, but he also absolutely does not like to be taken advantage of overnight and then face a cold poker face when he opens his eyes.
"You were the one who provoked me first last night." Raising his chin slightly, Bai You took the initiative.
Under the bed, there may be a controversial vase or an actor loved by thousands of fans.
In bed, after taking off clothes, everyone is actually equally crazy, and no one is more noble than anyone else.
Bai You originally acted superior and ready to call for justice.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, he realized how hoarse his voice had become.
As you can imagine, speaking with a voice like this, there is no dignity at all.
"Really?" Hearing this, Meng Qingyan's eyes deepened. He lowered his eyes and looked at Bai You with an ambiguous expression. After a moment, he responded sharply: "Who tried to strip me last night?"
Bai You: “…”
Some vague memories gradually became clear under the guidance of this sentence.
Bai You finally realized that it was indeed him who brought the person into the screening room last night, and it was indeed him who untied the other person's belt first.
A single man and a single woman, this action is hard to explain.
I still feel a little guilty.
Bai You lowered his eyes and noticed that Meng Qingyan had already changed his clothes.
The black leather shoes are spotlessly clean, and the fitted trousers highlight the slender legs...
Except for the faint scratches still visible on the upper edge of his high-necked cashmere sweater, Meng Qingyan no longer had the confusion of last night.
One of them was standing and the other was lying, one was tall and the other was short. One was dressed neatly, looking cool and abstinent, while the other was naked...
Subconsciously, Bai You tightened the thin blanket around himself again.
As if noticing his actions, Meng Qingyan bent down, took out a paper bag from somewhere and placed it in front of Bai You.
'The clothes I wore yesterday are no longer wearable,' he said. 'I asked someone to buy new ones. I'll try them on later to see if they fit. ”
Bai You reached out and grasped the edge of the paper bag.
Realizing that Meng Qingyan's gaze was fixed on his snow-white arm, he let go of the paper bag and put his hand back into the blanket.
"Turn your back." Bai You ordered stiffly.
"Are you sure you can do it?" Meng Qingyan raised his eyes, "Don't you need help?"
"No need." Meeting his meaningful gaze, Bai You felt a little annoyed and angry.
Hearing this, Meng Qingyan turned around and followed suit.
Bai You huddled in the blanket and took the clothes out of the paper bag. Now he began to regret why he didn't let anyone go to the bathroom.
Wouldn't it be very embarrassing if he suddenly turned around when I was changing clothes?
But the words had already been spoken, and Meng Qingyan had not refused to cooperate, so it would be difficult for him to go back on his word at this moment.
Baiyou pursed his lips and carefully lifted the blanket from his body.
His body was covered with bruises and kiss marks, which showed how fierce and ferocious Meng Qingyan was.
Especially on the waist, thighs and ankles there are obvious finger marks, and the knees are even more horrible.
Bai You finally remembered how his clothes became dirty and wrinkled.
His ears were burning, and he quickly got his clothes to change.
But when he saw the layers of kisses on the old wound on his left arm, he paused unconsciously.
Obviously, Meng Qingyan must like this place very much, so he kissed it many times.
Isn’t Meng Qingyan a bit perverted? What kind of weird hobby is this?
Bai You complained in his heart and tried to put on his clothes as quickly as possible.
He had been in good health since childhood, and although he still felt sore all over after moving, it was not completely unbearable.
The only thing is that bending over or lifting legs to put on socks is still a bit unbearable.
Looking at Meng Qingyan's tall back, Bai You felt unbalanced.
It's obvious that both of them have problems, so why should he be the one to suffer?
The young master was wrapped tightly in clothes, refusing to reveal even an inch. When he stood there, he looked both aloof and dignified, which made him look even more miserable.
"Meng Qingyan," Bai You supported himself with his hands behind his back and barely raised one foot, as if he was going to kick the young master off the earth, "Help me put on my socks."
Hearing this, Meng Qingyan turned around.
He lowered his eyes to look at Bai You. His peach blossom eyes were like a peach blossom pond, deep and bottomless.
There is an indescribable aggression in Meng Qingyan, just like a wolf king, elegant, nonchalant, yet very oppressive.
I thought that if I challenged his bottom line in this way, he would refuse, get angry, or even throw away the perfect mask on his face.
But to Bai You's surprise, the next second, he bent down and grasped Bai You's snow-white feet with his bony hands.
Bai You was stunned. Meng Qingyan's palm had already moved up along the sole of his foot, grasped his ankle, and carefully put the cotton socks on his feet.
Baiyou felt a little itchy.
But it was at this moment that he noticed that there were sporadic kiss marks on the back of his feet.
He pursed his lips, his ears suddenly felt hot, and his eyes unconsciously moved away from the hand holding his ankle.
At this moment, the two finally changed positions.
Bai You is on top and Meng Qingyan is on the bottom.
He looked down at this nobleman who was a legend in the circle, wanting to see what expression he would have when he was humiliated.
Meng Qingyan lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes hiding the emotions in his eyes, but inexplicably, Bai You felt that the corners of his slightly pursed lips were slightly rising.
Bai You: “…”
Bai You was a little doubtful about his own eyes and even his own cognition.
The cotton socks have been put on, wrapping Bai You's beautiful feet.
Afterwards, Meng Qingyan took the shoes again, maintained the original posture, put the shoes on Bai You, and carefully tied the shoelaces.
Bai You: “…”
No matter how much resentment was in my heart, it was now somewhat relieved.
The shoes on my feet fit perfectly, and the clothes on my body were also just right.
Bai You retracted his feet and said thank you.
At this moment, Meng Qingyan had stood up straight as if nothing had happened. When he heard him thank him, he lowered his eyes and looked at Bai You seriously.
The white cashmere sweater and black trousers look clean and refreshing on Bai You, and set off his snow-white skin. The red color at the corners of his eyes is particularly eye-catching and ambiguous.
The air was quiet for a moment. Although nothing had changed in the room, Bai You felt inexplicably nervous.
He stepped back, his hand pressed somewhere, and the other half of the bed slowly rose up and turned into the extra-high backrest of a movie theater chair again.
Bai You: “…”
Isn't this a screening room?
How come there is not only a bathroom and family planning supplies but also a small living room...
Even the movie chair can be turned into a bed?
Isn't it really just using the gimmick of movies to make it easier for some people to show some shady films and do some shady things?
Bai You woke up in time and couldn't help but cough lightly.
"Last night," he straightened his face, "I think someone drugged me."
Although he initially thought it was the effect of alcohol, and later the drugs made him unable to think deeply, he was not stupid.
There should be no one who doesn't care about shame for the first time, and desires it so eagerly and passionately, with the mind already exceeding the limit but the body still uncontrollably and endlessly demanding.
Last night, because Wang Junteng was there, he relaxed his vigilance slightly towards those talents.
But now think about it, wasn't it the other party taking advantage of his mentality that "there are outsiders present, so they dare not do anything"?
There is always a loophole.
"We are all at fault in this matter, so no one should blame anyone else," Bai You cleared his throat and distanced himself from the matter. "After we leave this door today, we will pretend that nothing has happened. Everything is still the same as before, and we still don't know each other."
Although the two are always compared on the Internet.
But in fact, the two of them really didn't know each other.
Even though he had participated in some large-scale events at the same time, Bai You was very self-aware. He always stayed in the corner farthest from Meng Qingyan and never looked at the other person.
If I must say, they are just colleagues who don't know each other.
But obviously, Meng Qingyan didn't think so.
"I don't know you?" He smiled in an ambiguous way, raised his hand and gently touched the scratches on his neck, "Do you need me to take off my clothes to show you?"
Bai You: “…”
There should be a lot of scratches and bite marks on Meng Qingyan's body. Although the memory is not clear, Bai You is not completely without impression of some things.
"Then what are you going to do?" Bai You was speechless. "You were the one who provoked me first. Do you think I should be responsible for you?"
"You can't be responsible for me," Meng Qingyan said, taking a step forward calmly, "or I can be responsible for you instead."
The light in the room was not bright, and Meng Qingyan's eyebrows were half covered by shadows, leaving only the lines on his cheeks looking particularly cold and sharp.
Bai You's heart sank, and for a moment he couldn't make out what he meant.
Being able to hang out with a playboy like Gao Yanqing who could stop and sow seeds anytime and anywhere, Bai You naturally didn't believe that Meng Qingyan would be so innocent.
Or maybe he felt it was embarrassing for him to say these words?
At that time, his mother encountered difficulties and had to take her baby with her to make a living.
A young and uneducated woman with a crying baby in her arms, the result is predictable, naturally no one dares to hire her.
When the time was most difficult, it was Jin Lai and Xiao Wei who lent a helping hand to the mother and son.
Bai You grew up in the Jin family, and the Jin couple treated him as their own son.
He treated the Jin family as his own home and the Jin family members as his own family members, and he never felt inferior because of his mother's profession.
His mother earned every penny cleanly and honestly, so he has no need to feel inferior.
But he also knew that those who "think they are superior to others" would not think so.
Bai You’s background is the best foil to highlight their sense of superiority.
Especially a young master of noble birth like Meng Qingyan.
He has seen too many faces like this since he was a child.
Yes, even if he wanted to refuse, even if he wanted to distance himself from the matter, it should be the eldest young master who should speak up.
How could it be his turn as the nanny's son?
Does this hurt the young master's self-esteem?
Bai You had a cold face and subconsciously glanced at the disgusting trash can, and couldn't help but maliciously criticize it in his heart.
How come you have no self-respect when you transform into a wolf pile driver at night?
"Master," he mocked, "the word 'responsible' is not as easy to do as it sounds."
Hit the snake at its weakest point and hurt people at their soft spot. Doesn't Meng Qingyan have a strong sense of self-esteem?
Bai You picked up his backpack and attacked with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work last night."
"You're welcome," Meng Qingyan said calmly, his eyes resting on his hand hooked on the shoulder strap of his backpack, a faint smile spreading across his peach blossom eyes, "If you hadn't been so thirsty and afraid of the pain last night, maybe the experience would have been even better."
Bai You: “…”
How could he forget?
Meng Qingyan is such a tough guy that he never gives in even when facing reporters, so how could he possibly let him take advantage of him?
He said nothing more and bent down to get his coat.
"Who drugged you?" Meng Qingyan suddenly asked when he saw him about to leave.
"What? You want to avenge me?" Bai You looked at him sarcastically, "It's better not to bother, young master."
The bar during the day and at night are like two completely different worlds.
The waiters who had been busy all night had gone back to rest, and the various lights in the hall had been turned off. At this moment, the "grid" was too empty and too quiet.
Bai You went down to the first floor and walked straight towards the exit.
It was not until he stepped out of the "first-grid" door and was exposed to the dazzling light outside that he finally realized that it was almost noon.
A car drove over and slowly stopped in front of me.
The driver got out of the car and respectfully opened the door for Bai You: "Mr. Bai, the young master arranged for me to take you back."
Bai You was stunned for a moment, then realized that the "young master" the driver was referring to was Meng Qingyan.
Feeling unwell and having been so worried that he forgot to call a taxi, Bai You didn't act pretentiously. He thanked the driver and bent down to get in the car.
The car has excellent sound insulation. The moment the door is closed, the sound from outside is almost completely isolated.
But at the same time, the cool cedar smell in the back seat became more distinct.
Bai You was silent for a moment, then he opened his backpack and took out his cell phone.
Before meeting Wang Junteng yesterday, Bai You deliberately turned his phone to silent mode.
Now, more than ten hours have passed, and the phone is filled with messages and missed calls. Among them, there are seven or eight calls from Jiang Minyao alone, probably asking about the results of the meeting with Wang Junteng yesterday.
After canceling the mute restriction, Bai You called back.
"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Minyao complained as soon as the call was connected, "You don't answer the phone and you don't reply to the message?"
"I drank too much yesterday," Bai You said perfunctorily, "and I have been sleeping since then."
Jiang Minyao knew that Bai You couldn't drink much, so even though his voice sounded a little strange, she didn't suspect anything.
"Come to the company this afternoon," Jiang Minyao said, "I have something to discuss with you."
"Has Wei Enquan gone to the company?" Bai You asked instead of answering.
"Why ask him so kindly?" Jiang Minyao said, but still replied, "He should come over in the afternoon."
The phone vibrated twice in my palm, and new messages came in.
"Got it." Bai You said and hung up the phone.
The information prompt is still at the top of the screen, and the white point is opened. After seeing the content of the message, her ears suddenly turned red and she unconsciously pursed her lips.
[Hello, I am Meng Qingyan.] 】
[There is a tube of ointment in the pocket of my coat. I have already applied it once when I helped you take a bath. If you still feel uncomfortable, use it again later. 】
[How to use: ...]
The palm holding the phone tightened, and Bai You felt his ears suddenly burning.
Subconsciously, he pursed his lips.
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