Stock God [Rebirth]

"Hehe, no wonder you are like this, why are you pretending to be noble? So you are sick!" Chang Yue's body was still unresponsive, and Ye Zhizhe stood up quickly, almost furious.

He felt that he had been fooled and insulted from beginning to end!

Chang Yue leaned against the partition, limp and disheveled, looking like a poor wretch abandoned by the real world.

"So? Son, the first lesson in life, I dedicated myself to telling you." Chang Yue is now completely awake. He is soberly aware of the contempt, incredible, and frightened.

Ye Zhizhe clapped his hands, as if to pat off some kind of disgusting bacteria: "It's okay, I'm just disgusted, I won't tell others, don't worry."

After speaking, he opened the door and left. After walking two steps, he couldn't help turning around. Although tears were already streaming down his face, he still gritted his teeth and said viciously: "I really hate you for lying to me!"

Chang Yue looked at him calmly: "I'm sorry."

Ye Zhizhe couldn't hold on any longer. He felt that something bad happened to him when he first entered the society, which hit him hard. He wiped his tears all the way out, but bumped into martial arts head-on.

Bu Dao still had that aloof look that he hated, but he was still indifferent when he saw him crying.

Ye Zhizhe stood in front of him, pointing to the bathroom: "Did you hear the voice inside just now? Hehe, didn't you hear it? Let me tell you, I already know about Chang Yue, so you don't have to pretend anymore! And With such a man like a eunuch, I really, really sympathize with you."

After speaking, he turned around and ran away, while Wu Dao stood there for a while, and finally realized that Chang Yue hadn't come out of the bathroom, so he opened the door and went in.

In the still confused bathroom, the outside of the cubicle is clean.

Standing in front of the sink, Chang Yue raised his head from under the faucet, his face was covered with water stains, and his hair was also wet. A large swath of water spread along his neck from below his collarbone, making his shirt stick to his skin.

Wu Dao looked down the water marks, but he couldn't help but think of what Ye Zhizhe said just now, he said Chang Yue...

Chang Yue's face was pale. He put his hands in front of the sink, glanced at Wu Dao in the mirror, and twitched one corner of his mouth: "Oh, you already know?"

Wu Dao stood still and didn't answer. Chang Yue, who was full of emotions and had nowhere to vent, touched a soft cotton, cursed inwardly, and continued to lower his head and splash water on his face.

He needs to calm down so as not to do anything out of the ordinary.

"You might catch a cold if you go out like this." Wu Dao said behind him.

Chang Yue turned off the faucet abruptly, turned around, and saw Wu Dao standing behind him, the expression on his face was well controlled, so good that no one could see how much he hated him.

"Stop pretending." Chang Yue's tone was flat, cold and disdainful, "Do you think I don't know what you are thinking? Or do you mean that you have never been interested in me before? You don't want to sleep with me?

Why don't you follow me, a sick person, every day?To experience life?

But you know the truth now, right?If you want to get out, get out quickly, I don't want to see your face. "

Martial arts instinct wanted to deny Chang Yue's words, but he didn't know where to start.Deny why follow him?Or deny that you don't hate him?

Or deny... He has ever been moved?

The appearance of Chang Yue in the living room that night suddenly flashed before his eyes.

He closed his eyes and looked defenseless, like a weak little animal surrendered to the claws of a wild beast.

Going forward, he leaned on the hospital bed and said, "At that time, I was so hungry that I was about to die."

Going forward, a man who has always been casual will be very serious when he writes, because he is afraid of waking himself up, and the whole person shrinks under the coffee table and coughs.

At that time, did he ever move his mind?

"Yes." Wu Dao looked into Chang Yue's eyes.

"You said there was one?" Chang Yue said coldly, "I'm still tempted by the beggar on the side of the road. When the time comes, should I just get out? Just look at the one that got out. Come here."

Wu Dao walked up to him, and for some reason, the sound that had always existed like a background sound suddenly amplified, a clamoring, throbbing, and unbearable sound.

Chang Yue grabbed Wu Dao's neckline impatiently, and the distance between the two of them suddenly shortened, and their breath was tainted with each other's breath.

"If you've been moved, you have to show something, right? How can I trust you if you're like this? If I'm like this..." Chang Yue forced Wu Dao's head down, and their lips touched together.

"...Will you push me away? Or..."

With a buzzing sound, Wu Dao felt the muscles all over his body contract suddenly, and he unconsciously exerted force on his hand. He grabbed Chang Yue's hand with one hand and kissed it down.

The other party's lips smelled of alcohol, and because of the cold water, the temperature was cold but soft, like a small animal that needs to be appeased after being hurt.However, martial arts kisses are not organized, they only know how to keep asking for them, and they are as impulsive and fearless as a young boy who has just fallen in love.

Moreover, his hands were so strong that Chang Yue's wrists hurt from being held by him, so he could only try his best to break free, patted his back lightly, and then Wu Dao relaxed.

The lips and tongues of the two touched each other, both of them were extremely emotional, exhausting all the breathing space for the other.In the end, Chang Yue pushed it away first, and he used his tongue to provocatively wrap the silver thread around Wu Dao's mouth into his own mouth, squinting his eyes.

Wu Dao saw that he was about to open his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but suddenly he pinched the bridge of his nose and his voice became extremely sleepy: "Forget it, let's talk later, wait for me to rest..."

As Wu Dao predicted, Chang Yue drank too much alcohol, and was greatly stimulated both mentally and physically, and soon couldn't stand up, fell to the ground, was caught by him, and fell into his arms.

Chang Yue is a little fatter than before, obviously not as bone-crushing as before, but he is still very thin, and he can hold it tightly with just one arm.

A note protruded from Chang Yue's pocket halfway, Wu Dao unfolded it, took a look, and threw it into the trash can beside him.

The hangover medicine he went out to buy just now seemed to be useless, so he had to take him home directly.