inferior possession

"what happened?"

Seeing him open the car door, Li Jie put down his phone and looked up to ask him.

"Small things." Duan Congzhen leaned lazily on the back of the chair, took a cigarette in his mouth, and spoke in a flat tone.

Li Jie frowned, "What's wrong?"

Duan Congzhen: "Stomach cancer."

Li Jie:?

Duan Congzhen twitched the corner of his mouth, "Just kidding."

"You are really sick." Li Jie shook his head, reached out to snatch the cigarette from his lips, and threw it out through the window.

Duan Congzhen clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, but didn't say anything, and lowered the car window to let the wind blow.

As the car drove across the road around the island, gusts of sea-salt-flavored wind hit our faces, which was humid and hot.

After sending him home, Li Jie looked at him hesitantly, Duan Congzhen glanced at him lightly, turned around and touched the key to open the door without intending to explain.

The room was pitch black, and the home he hadn't returned for a long time carried a little bit of dust from changing seasons. Duan Congzhen stood at the entrance, taking advantage of the evening sun to look at his empty house.

This is the first gift he bought for himself after he became an adult, a huge house with a small garden, three floors, balconies, glass windows, closed doors, away from the hustle and bustle.

He brought many, many lovers home, and they all praised Duan Congzhen's vision without exception. They were all different, either considerate or arrogant, gentle or dissolute, Duan Congzhen didn't pick anything, he could be in the range of lovers, Give his bedmate the utmost pampering.

After all, there is no price.

It's just that Duan Congzhen doesn't like people entering his kitchen.Ever since he drank a glass of wine with hallucinogenic drugs at a banquet, he never ate food from other people's hands.

Even Lu once asked tactfully, but Duan Congzhen didn't want to explain, and there was no need to let him know so much.

After taking off his coat and hanging it in the machine for washing and ironing, Duan Congzhen rolled up his sleeves and went to the restaurant to pour water.

The setting sun in the evening is like a big fire, and the skyline in the distance is burning hot, vainly caged in the empty room, as if soaking the whole room in water.

Duan Congzhen took the computer, nestled lazily into the sofa, tapped his fingers twice, and a monitoring screen popped up on the screen.

Duan Congzhen tilted his head to support his chin, his eyelids were half closed, his eyes were deep and cold, he looked lightly at the small flower shop on the screen, and stared thoughtfully at the busy man in the picture.

After evening, the flowers sent by the flower garden are no longer fresh and need to be sold at a discount. Duan Congzhen watched as Jilu took out the "discount" sign from the store, and then leaned against the door, waiting in a daze for customers to choose flowers.

That is, when the deer is bored, it seems that he rarely finds an effective way to pass the time. He doesn't look at his mobile phone very much, but just sits or stands silently, staring at a certain place, and it takes half an hour to look at it.

It is probably the aftereffect of coming out of a mental hospital. He is not good at distracting his attention with other irritating things. There is nothing in Dongqingshan, not even newspapers. When he is bored, he can only grab the window frame and play. Sitting by the window, staring at the empty sky and road in a daze.

Duan Congzhen looked at him, and suddenly felt as if he had seen the seven years he was in the mental hospital, separated from him by an iron gate, but this time, it was him who was watching him.

Slightly lowering his eyes, Duan Congzhen turned his wrist, looked at the faint scar on his palm, and then slowly clenched his fist.

The doorbell rang, Duan Congzhen came back to his senses, his eyes were slightly cold, he looked up at the entrance, tapped his fingertips on the phone, and the door opened in response.

Shen Changfeng walked in with his head down, licked his dry lips, stood in the distance, looked up at him hesitantly, "Brother Duan, you're back."

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Since Duan Congzhen came back from the city next door, he has never looked for Shen Changfeng again. He thought that the man had forgotten about him long ago and had a new love. Just as Shen Changfeng was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Duan Congzhen called.

Shen Changfeng stared at the caller ID for a long time before answering it.

Duan Congzhen came to him because he wanted someone to accompany him. He didn't know why Duan Congzhen knew that he was not single and was interested in him.

It stands to reason that someone as arrogant as Duan Congzhen shouldn't be interested in men that other people have touched. He should be disgusted with dirt.

But Duan Congzhen didn't seem to mind. He only mentioned his boyfriend for the first time, and never asked about it again. Openings require qualifications.

Shen Changfeng couldn't figure out what this man was thinking, nor did he dare to guess.

Before coming out, he took a shower specially, just like every time before.

Pushing the door open, Shen Changfeng shivered from the cold wind blowing towards his face, and what he saw was the air conditioner turned on at 14°.

The man was dressed in loose casual clothes, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, looking at the computer with his head tilted. He looked very gentle, with no sharpness on his body, and his hair was combed down, barely covering his eyebrows and eyes, and he no longer had the usual fierceness.

A very deceitful face.

Shen Changfeng's Adam's apple moved, and he greeted him.

"Brother Duan, you're back."

Duan Congzhen looked at him, raised his eyebrows lazily, "Yes."

Shen Changfeng lowered his eyes, accidentally glanced at the computer screen, and looked at the thin and vicissitudes of the man's face on the screen. Shen Changfeng was taken aback, and subconsciously raised his eyes to look up, but unexpectedly Duan Congzhen was staring at him with cold eyes.

Shen Changfeng's spine felt a chill, and he quickly looked away.

Not wearing a coat, Shen Changfeng looked at the air conditioner hesitantly, couldn't help but raised his hand to touch his bare arm, panting lightly.

"Come here." Duan Congzhen held his head and waved gently.

Shen Changfeng's heart skipped a beat, and he wanted to run subconsciously, but he held back his instinct and walked slowly towards him.

Before taking two steps, Duan Congzhen's eyes suddenly changed, and there was a playful feeling in his eyes.

"Have you changed your shower gel?" Duan Congzhen asked.

Shen Changfeng paused, subconsciously lowered his head and sniffed at his neckline, "What, what?"

"What scent is it?" Duan Congzhen asked, then changed his words, "Don't tell me, let me guess."

Shen Changfeng looked at him, licked his lips a little anxiously, and his breathing became a lot messed up.

Duan Congzhen thought for a while, stared at him, and smiled slightly, "Lily?"

Shen Changfeng shook his head lightly, his voice trembling, "I don't know, I bought it casually..."

"Shen Changfeng." Duan Congzhen called him suddenly, staring into his eyes, "Do you still remember the promise I made with you?"

Hearing this sentence, Shen Changfeng was obviously stunned for a moment, his fingertips shrunk slightly, and he felt guilty looking into his eyes, "I... remember."

"Tell me." Duan Congzhen looked at him.

"You said...to use your shower gel."

"Really?" Duan Congzhen raised his eyebrows.

Shen Changfeng bit the bullet and added, "Because you don't like strange scents in the house."

Except for threatening him with the first video, Duan Congzhen was very tolerant to him in other places, especially in bed, Duan Congzhen hardly asked him to do anything, and even helped him do it with his hands many times, playing with him until he ejaculated. It seems that it's not for venting desires, but just to see his embarrassing appearance of being absent-minded and confused.

Duan Congzhen likes to stare into his eyes, but Shen Changfeng always feels that he is looking at other people through his own eyes.

Shen Changfeng didn't know who that person was until just now, when he accidentally caught a glimpse of Duan Congzhen's computer screen.

Duan Congzhen doesn't like strange smells in the house, so the shower gel, shampoo, and toothpaste are all from Duan Congzhen's home.

"Sorry, I forgot." Shen Changfeng clenched his fists and apologized meekly, "Forgive me."

Duan Congzhen stared at him, playing with the lighter back and forth in his hand, and after a while, he tilted his head and smiled, "It's okay."

After finishing speaking, he raised his jaw and pointed to the table in the restaurant, "Send your flowers."

Shen Changfeng paused for a moment, then looked back, a little surprised, "...you gave it to me?"

"No." Duan Congzhen watched him walk over and denied it quietly.

Shen Changfeng was unpacking the exquisite package, opened the box, and the eternal flowers inside had already disappeared, and he curled up in the box with his head bowed. Hearing what he said, he was a little puzzled, "...Didn't it be sent by you?"

Duan Congzhen gave a "hmm", looked away calmly, and said calmly, "Your boyfriend gave it to you."

As soon as the words fell, Shen Changfeng trembled, his wrists trembled, and the half-taken gift box fell to the ground.

Duan Congzhen glanced at the petals on the ground, and there was a trace of pity in his eyes, "What's wrong?"

"You...you've seen him?" Shen Changfeng opened his eyes slightly, somewhat astonished.

"Yeah." Duan Congzhen looked at him amusedly, the smile was shallow and didn't reach his eyes, "His flower shop is quite beautiful."

"...How did you find him?" Shen Changfeng's face was pale, and he suddenly became vigilant, "You didn't say anything to him, did you?"

Duan Congzhen raised his head, looked at him leisurely, and said in an ambiguous tone, "Not yet."

Shen Changfeng pursed his lips tightly and clenched his hand hanging by his side tightly, looking extremely uneasy.

"He looks nice." Duan Congzhen said noncommittally, "Why did you cheat? Do you like the thrill of immorality?"

Shen Changfeng looked at him, smiled slightly, and laughed at himself, "Yes."

Seemingly not expecting this answer, Duan Congzhen raised his eyebrows and looked at him jokingly, "Don't you like considerate ones?"

"Yes." Shen Changfeng smiled again, but he didn't feel any pleasure, "I like Dr. Duan who is challenging."

After staring at him for a long time, Duan Congzhen nodded slightly, with a laughing voice, "OK."

Shen Changfeng was slightly stunned, moved his lips, and was about to say something when he suddenly saw the screen on the computer screen flicker and then go black.

Duan Congzhen also noticed this, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, he grabbed the computer, operated it a few times, the camera slowly lifted up, and then focused on the flower shop.

The store was in chaos, the petals and raffia were scattered on the ground, it was embarrassing, people were coming and going, the scene was noisy, but no sound could be heard.

Duan Congzhen frowned slightly, looking at the slightly bowed man, seeing the embarrassed look on his face, as if he was apologizing to a guest.

The deer leaned over, picked up the flowers thrown on the ground, quickly cleaned up the wrapping paper, stuffed it into the trash can, picked up the more expensive and luxurious bouquet on the other side, and sent it to the angry man with both hands.

The monitor couldn't hear the sound, and Duan Congzhen looked at the suddenly changed picture in puzzlement, not understanding what happened.

"Shen Changfeng." Duan Congzhen called him, but his eyes did not move, and he directed casually, "Go ask Chen Songyun to find me an interpreter."

Shen Changfeng moved his lips dully, "...what translation?"

"Lip language translation." Duan Congzhen pressed his fingers under his lips, staring at the screen thoughtfully, his brows slowly furrowed, and after a while, the topic changed, "...OK, there's no need to go."

Before Shen Changfeng came back to his senses, he saw on the computer screen, a bald man with five big and three thick backs, grabbed the bouquet from the clerk's arms, and threw it at the man's face.

In an instant, Shen Changfeng closed his eyes subconsciously, as if he was the one who was drawn.

Hearing a burst of low breathing, when Shen Changfeng opened his eyes again, he saw Duan Congzhen's complexion suddenly gloomy, and the eyes that had been restrained and quiet just now were also stained with a bit of dangerous and stimulating anger.