Look good

A strong hand suddenly clamped Qiao Xing's chin, dragging him up a bit. The veins on the back of Wen Changrong's hand bulged slightly, showing the strength of his hand.

There was a rare trace of suppressed anger in the man's eyes, and his voice sounded like he was gnashing his teeth:

"Qiao Xing, don't you want to live?"

Of course Wen Changrong knew that Qiao Xing was deliberately careful.

I also know that he did this to beg for mercy opportunistically.

"..." Qiao Xing was forced to face the man with his head raised in an uncomfortable position, his chin was pinched in pain, and Wen Changrong's fingers were still pressing on his trachea, making him a little out of breath.

He slowed down, raised his eyes to look at the man with difficulty, and spoke.

"Sir... I really can't swallow it, my stomach hurts..."

"..." Wen Changrong's eyes were full of gloom, and he watched him without saying a word.

"Last week... no, last week, didn't you ask me to go home for dinner? Then you went out on something, so I waited until the evening..."

"Later when you came back...drunk, I stayed with you...you didn't eat anything, and you were hungry for more than ten hours...on the way back, you immediately had a severe stomachache."

"..."

"It's still bleeding." Qiao Xing stopped and gasped for breath, and then continued: "I don't believe it... I'll show you the case when I go home... But it's serious... I can only drink porridge recently. Stomach...you vomit when you eat other things..."

Of course Qiao Xing didn't go to the hospital that day.

The case is non-existent, drinking porridge to nourish the stomach is casual nonsense, and vomiting after eating is even more fantasy.

He said that just to win the man's sympathy.

He knew that with Wen Changrong's temperament, he would never really ask to see his case.

Men have always been indifferent to him, as long as he still has a life to accompany him in bed, Wen Changrong doesn't care about anything.

"..."

Probably Qiao Xing's words really had an effect. Wen Changrong looked at him less coldly, but he was still not very cheerful.

"If I'm not here, you won't eat by yourself?"

"..." Qiao Xing paused and said, "I want to eat with you."

fart.

Qiao Xing felt that Wen Changrong was not only unreasonable, but also forgetful.

He didn't dare to eat, obviously because when he was 18 years old, he ate ahead of time when Wen Changrong was not around, but when Wen Changrong came back, he smashed all the dishes and chopsticks at home, and got angry a lot.

He stood tremblingly in the living room all night. In the end, Wen Changrong had promised to send him to college next month but failed, and the chef and servant who cooked for him were deducted money.

Just like that, who dares to eat?

Dare not dare.

"..." After some conversation, Wen Changrong's complexion improved obviously, and the hand that squeezed his chin loosened.

Just when Qiao Xing breathed a sigh of relief, Wen Changrong asked again: "I vomited after eating other things? How do I remember that you ate cake and drank wine at the banquet today?"

"Uh..." Qiao Xing choked for a moment, and then said pitifully: "I took stomach medicine before I went out. I ate cake but didn't eat cream, because cream is not easy to digest, and the cake itself is easy to digest. The doctor said it's okay. It doesn't matter, as for the wine... I have to drink when I go out with you, I'll lose your face..."

"..." These words seem to make sense, and they are full of flattery.

Wen Changrong looked at him silently for a while, and finally let go of his jaw.

It's just that the man's gaze stayed on his eyes all the time, as if he saw something else through these eyes.

"Since you don't swallow the ring, then come and swallow your best thing."

……

Qiao Xing felt nauseous, he hadn't done it for a long time, and every muscle in his body was clamoring that he wasn't used to it.

If Wen Changrong hadn't pressed the back of his head firmly, he might have jumped onto the roof of the car at the last moment.

Wen Changrong's plan to go to bed at 10:30 was of course disrupted in the end. After the end, Qiao Xing knelt on the ground and coughed heart-rendingly. After getting up, he got half a glass of warm water from the man.

Wen Changrong looked at his face flushed from coughing, and said, "It's been a long time since you did it, you're getting more and more unfamiliar."

"Are you uncomfortable?" Qiao Xing gulped down two sips of warm water, and replied vaguely, "Then I'll find something to practice when I get home..."

In terms of professionalism, Qiao Xing is definitely one of the best.

"What are you looking for to practice?" Wen Changrong glanced at him.

Qiao Xing looked at his benefactor, blinked, and explained, "Buy toys."

Wen Changrong snorted softly.

After Qiao Xing drank the warm water, he leaned over again and said, "I will remember to buy one that is similar to your size."

"...Hmm." Probably because he had just vented, Wen Changrong looked satisfied, and his tone and expression became a lot calmer.

The man reached out his hand and landed on the skin of his reddened chin, stroking it vaguely: "Did I push so hard just now? Why is it still red after so long."

Nonsense, you almost strangled me!

The slander belongs to the slander, Qiao Xing still responded obediently: "My skin is born, it turns red when I touch it."

"So squeamish."

"..." Really, if it wasn't for the sake of money...

"Does your throat still hurt?"

"..." Qiao Xing suddenly rang the alarm.

Wen Changrong suddenly cared about whether he was in pain or not, something was wrong!

He looked at the man vigilantly, but saw that although the man looked into his eyes, his gaze was erratic.

——This is looking at him, thinking of others.

"It doesn't hurt." Qiao Xing replied.

"Yeah." Wen Changrong stroked his neck along the front of his neck with almost gentle strength, as if comforting the injured inside in this way.

Looking at the man in front of him, Qiao Xing felt that he didn't look like Wen Changrong at all.

"Okay." Wen Changrong withdrew his hand, took out a check that was placed in the grid, wrote a few numbers and handed it to Qiao Xing. "I didn't pay attention just now, if it hurts, go buy some medicine."

"..." Qiao Xing took a closer look at the check.

Wow... don't talk about buying medicine!You can go to the hospital to take a sauna!

He took the check with a very loud and sincere voice: "Thank you sir!"

"..." The way his eyes light up when he sees the money is so ridiculous.

Feeling bored, Wen Changrong immediately sat a little further away from Qiao Xing, and then kicked Qiao Xing's calf with the toe of his boot. "get off."

Um?Do you still want to take him to eat crayfish after giving the check?

Qiao Xing didn't know why, but he obediently obeyed the benefactor's instructions and got out of the car with the check.

Wen Changrong sat motionless in the car, his gray pupils returned to their usual calmness.

"Walk home from here, no taxis allowed."

"..."

what? What? !

Qiao Xing couldn't believe his ears.

It takes at least three hours to walk to his house from here!

"Sir, you are not mistaken..."

Wen Changrong ignored him, just took out his mobile phone and clicked on a certain interface, shaking, "Your step count so far today is 2000 steps, and the step count of friends in this app's address book is updated in real time, you can figure it out yourself. "

"..."

Still using pedometer software to mess with him? !

Qiao Xing suffocated.

This tm... Bahang Wuqing is not so ruthless!

As he said that, Wen Changrong threw out the small black box and glanced at him as if warning.

"It won't be so simple to lose it next time."

"...cha." Qiao Xing hurriedly put the ring box into his small pocket.

"gone."

"Sir go slow."

"Ah."

The car door was closed, the car engine was started, and the car window was slowly raised. Wen Changrong turned his head sideways, and suddenly made another sound. "correct……"

The driver temporarily stopped the windows from going up.

"Huh?" Qiao Xing was terrified.

I won't change my mind temporarily and ask him to leapfrog back...

"I hand-fed the two cakes you ate today, and you licked the cream off the fork clean."

Qiao Xing: "..."

"Originally, the toast was prepared with low-strength wine, but you only drank one glass, and asked the waiter to replace it with high-strength whiskey. After changing the whiskey, no one toasted you, so you drank two glasses first. Get down."

Qiao Xing: "..."

If he said that he was possessed by a ghost before, would Wen Changrong believe it?