inferior possession

Duan Congzhen took care of Qi Ran for nearly a week, and then hired a nurse to accompany him every day, for fear that his baby would be lonely.

Stay at home only when you sleep every day.

Ji Lu stood in front of the bar, playing with the wine bottle in his hand boredly, watching the pale golden liquid sloshing in the exquisite prismatic bottle, clear and attractive.

There is a new resident singer at the bar. There are many guests tonight. Most of them are sitting near the microphone, booing and listening to the young and depressed man singing with his guitar.

A stool is hooked on the toe, and the deer is lying on the bar, looking at the singer through the gaps in the hair.

The man is thin and looks not very strong, holding the guitar, plucking the strings with his slender fingers, his voice is muddy and gloomy.

"Don't you know how busy and important Iam

Don't you know how busy and indispensable I am?

I have got so much to do

I have a lot to do.

AskmeouttodinneronaFridaynightIcan'tgo

I can't make it to dinner on Friday night.

I have gottomuchtodo

I have a lot to do.

Maybe I am just trying to distract myself from my mortality

Maybe I just want to escape the fate of death

Maybe I am just trying to distract myself from my mortality

Maybe that's it.

Oh I am too busy to finish this song

I'm too busy to finish this song,

I am too busy to dance

no time to dance,

too busy to cry

no time to cry,

too busy to die

no time to die

too busy to see my chance

No time to look for that slim hope.

......"

Ji Lu looked at the man, moved his lips, and sang along softly, lazily and casually. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the scars on his arms, hidden under the thin long sleeves of his shirt, as if he could hide them all.

It seems that by hiding, you can forget the unbearable past.

Stretching out his fingers, he stroked the scar with his fingertips, feeling the unevenness of the touch, that is, the deer's eyes were out of focus, and he looked at it blankly, without any light.

A few people came in at the door, even Lu subconsciously glanced at them, and was instantly stunned.

Duan Congzhen came in with a few men he didn't know, and sat down on the nearest sofa with ease.

Standing up straight from the bar, Ji Lu poked his head and looked over there, his brows and eyes were instantly stained with joy, but he didn't dare to show it, he could only watch from afar until Duan Congzhen looked over.

Just a casual glance, Duan Congzhen saw him, his eyes stayed for a moment, then he tilted his head, propped his head, and chatted casually with the people around him, leaning his body slightly, a little arrogant and unruly.

Ji Lu likes him so much, two people are completely different when putting on the white coat and taking it off, grabbing all of Ji Lu's mind like poison, every movement is haunted by dreams.

Duan Congzhen was chatting with them, the metal lighter was twirling at his fingertips, but he didn't light a cigarette, he just held it in his hand, as if playing.

"A new resident singer?" The man with gold-rimmed glasses asked, and glanced at the singer.

"I changed it a long time ago." Another person in a black jacket with his sleeves rolled up slightly snorted disdainfully, "I know that person, he used to be in another bar, and later he fell in love with that young master of the Li family."

"Ah, it's him?" The man with glasses narrowed his eyes slightly, a little surprised, with vulgar playfulness in his eyes, a little gloating, "What happened next?"

"Of course I was dumped." The man in black shrugged and snorted indifferently, "It is said that when he came home, Young Master Li was having a good time with a female model on the bed, and when he saw him coming, he asked him if he wanted to come together .Then it's gone."

"Poor." The man with glasses said those two words expressionlessly, but there was never a hint of sympathy on his face.

"He must have been hurt deeply," the man in black looked pitifully at the man holding the guitar from afar, and shook his head. "Later, he was picked up by another man and pestered him endlessly." Then, the man in black raised his hand and pointed to his head with his fingertips, "That man has a problem here, and he almost killed him."

"Poor." The man with glasses still said the same thing.

Duan Congzhen, on the other hand, raised his eyebrows slightly after hearing this, and tilted his head, his eyes looked deeply at the center of the crowd's focus, and he said meaningfully, "Oh. A man who has been injured."

An ex-ex-boyfriend is a scumbag, an ex-boyfriend is a psychotic, devastated poor man, and there is no better prey.

Duan Congzhen narrowed his eyes slightly.

The man in black looked at Duan Congzhen's enthusiastic expression, and smiled maliciously, "I knew Brother Duan liked this kind of thing, otherwise I wouldn't have called you here today."

"Oh?" The tone of the man with glasses raised a bit, and he asked jokingly, "Is this to your taste? I thought you only liked to play with clean ones. You are actually interested in inferior things that have been developed to this level."

Duan Congzhen smiled, shook his head slowly, looked away, met the sharp eyes of the man with glasses, and said with a smile, "I prefer men with bruises all over their bodies, because such people will listen to me more."

Just like an abandoned dog, once abandoned once, it will become more dependent on the new owner.

"You like this kind of person?" There was still a hint of contempt in the tone of the man with glasses.

"I like people who listen to me." Duan Congzhen responded slowly.

"As expected of a doctor of medicine in neuroscience." The man in black smiled brightly, with some teasing in his tone, "Here comes the expert."

"What does this have to do with it?" Duan Congzhen snorted disdainfully.

The man with glasses didn't answer, looked at Duan Congzhen, and sneered, "Bitch."

I don't know who I'm scolding.

Duan Congzhen waved his hand lazily and let him go.

"Do you want his contact information?" the man in black asked, with a hint of negotiating conditions implied in his tone.

"What?" Duan Congzhen asked calmly, "I can't get him without his contact information?"

The man in black was speechless, his face flushed red from choking.

Duan Congzhen looked at him with a stiff face before he smiled with satisfaction, "Tell me, what do you want?"

The man in black was also polite, pointing to the bar behind him.

The direction of the finger is facing Ji Lu who is wiping the cup by the bar counter, "I've been staring at him for a long time, you lend me to play twice?"

"Lend it to you?" Duan Congzhen sneered, and glanced at Ji Lu, "It's not mine, so why borrow it?"

"Come on." The man in black rolled his eyes, "I even let him live in your house, and even said it wasn't yours."

"Then you still dare to ask me?" Duan Congzhen smiled.

"Don't you still have Qi Ran?"

After staring at him for a while, Duan Congzhen looked away at Ji Lu from afar.

The people at the bar looked over as if they had sensed something. The moment their eyes met, Ji Lu was stunned for another moment, and then he reacted, lowered his head to cover up, and wiped the cup in his hand vigorously, but the tips of his ears were already slightly red.

Very cute.

A gleam flashed in Duan Congzhen's eyes, he casually took out a business card from his pocket, threw it on the table, and signaled the man singing under the lamp with his eyes, "Let him come to me by himself. Tonight."

With that said, he walked towards the bar.