stray

Yan Ruizhi opened his eyes amidst the vibration of the phone.

Today seems to be more tired than usual, as soon as I move my fingers, I feel sore from the waist down.

The pain caused the body to withdraw its hand protectively, and the overused area was finally awakened, giving rise to an indescribable feeling from the inside out.

"woke up?"

Before he could sit up, he heard a young male voice beside him.

Hearing this voice, Yan Ruizhi turned his head and looked over.

The young man has a healthy complexion and beautiful features. His brow bones are high, and when he looks at him, he becomes more deep and three-dimensional, but his eyes are not narrow and affectionate.

It's just that there are a few red marks on his chest, and there is still a tooth mark on his collarbone.

The other party followed Yan Ruizhi's gaze there, and his face seemed a little unnatural.

Yan Ruizhi: "..."

This scene finally brought his memory back in an instant——

The silent panting, the overlapping shadows cast on the wall, the arms in the dim light, and the sweat submerged into the night...

It's all about the sound.

Last night, I had a drink with my partner after get off work, and I met a man with a pot belly to strike up a conversation. He ignored it, and my friend sent him away.

Later, halfway through the conversation, Hao Shuai was called back by his family, and got up to see him off by himself. Unexpectedly, because of this gap, the wine in front of him was tampered with.

Yan Ruizhi felt something was wrong when he got up to pay the bill.

He was drinking well, but his body felt abnormally soft and hot, and his mind was a little dazed, and the man who had hit on him before went back and forth, took advantage of the situation, and "enthusiastically" insisted on giving him a ride.

I don't know where I got the medicine, and it was very powerful. I was entangled by the middle-aged man and couldn't use my strength. I was about to be dragged into a dark alley, but the young man in front of me came forward to help him out.

At that time, the young man wanted to catch up with him and send him to the police station, but Yan Ruizhi was in such a bad state that he missed it, and he refused to go to the hospital for gastric lavage at all.

Yan Ruizhi probably remembered that at that time, he was so tossed that the only reason left was almost gone, he was depressed and uncomfortable, and he couldn't speak clearly for a while.The other party barely spelled out a sentence from his own mouth, and opened a room for him as required. The matter should have ended here, but in the end, it ended like this.

He also remembered the beginning of the second half of the night, he was annoyed by the effects of the medicine and asked for it.

...but not a requirement of this magnitude.

After the memory was over, Yan Ruizhi didn't speak for a long time.

What are these things?

As soon as he moved, some parts suddenly felt uncomfortable, and he subconsciously "hissed", and the people beside him immediately became nervous: "Are you okay?"

Yan Ruizhi's tone was calm, and he said in a low voice, "Take your nightgown, please."

As soon as he opened his mouth, his throat burned and hurt.

"Mr. Yan," the other party called him politely, "I heard that your throat is uncomfortable, wait a moment, I'll get a glass of water."

There was even a bit of innocence in the young man's voice, but every word could remind Yan Ruizhi of what happened last night, how he spoke, how his voice was hoarse, and how he whispered almost crying in the end of.

Yan Ruizhi closed his eyes and turned his face away.

He heard the sound of the other party getting up and getting dressed, which was especially obvious in the quiet suite.

The other party got up to pour water for him, took his nightgown and put them together in front of Yan Ruizhi.

After taking it over, I avoided it with discernment.

Yan Ruizhi said thank you and took it.

He picked up the phone beside him and found that there were several unread messages on it, all from his friend and partner, Hao Shuai.

[Hao Shuai: Your assistant said you didn't come to the morning meeting, are you uncomfortable? 】

[Hao Shuai: There is still a seminar at nine o'clock, otherwise we should postpone it for a few days? 】

He looked at the current time, and there was still time in the past, and he pressed the voice button: "Don't cancel, I will come."

As soon as he put down the phone, he felt that the other party was looking at him.

Anyway, it's not a big deal, just let it go after explaining clearly.

Just as Yan Ruizhi was about to speak, he heard the other party speak first: "Mr. Yan, your current state may not be suitable for—"

"Thank you very much for helping me yesterday." Yan Ruizhi interrupted in a deep voice, and wanted to use this to make it clear, "I will solve the rest by myself."

He sat on the bed with his nightgown loosely tied, looking at each other.

The young man has already put on his clothes hastily. It is a very festive red-bottomed white cultural shirt with the words "Anjing University's Centennial Anniversary Celebration" written on it.

Although the reason is absurd, Yan Ruizhi is not ashamed to say: "And I asked you to help me with this matter."

Hearing what he said, the other party might feel guilty, and immediately said: "Mr. Yan, I'm sorry about this matter, and I will definitely take responsibility."

"What I'm saying now is to let you not take it to heart." Yan Ruizhi said calmly, "You are already helping me by helping me out, let alone I invited you first."

"I don't seem to be helping you well either. You are still not feeling well," the other party observed his expression, and said, "Then I am also responsible, after all... I didn't control it well."

Obviously this person is much taller than himself, but now his head is slightly lowered, his light hair is still a little messy, it looks like he is being questioned by Yan Ruizhi Xingshi.

This weird association made Yan Ruizhi twitch: "No need."

"Then I'm going to buy some medicine?" The other party asked tentatively, as if annoyed, "I'm so ignorant..."

Yan Ruizhi felt that this person was obviously careful in every word, but it just made him angry: "You want me to say that you are amazing?"

"That's not what I meant," the young man said hastily, "It was my first time last night, and I have no experience."

"..." Yan Ruizhi smiled shortly, with ice in his voice, "Then should I praise you for your talent?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Ruizhi realized that he was inexplicably following his path and opened his mouth again. He immediately brought back the initiative of the topic in a bad tone: "Forget it. I don't think it is necessary for two strangers to exchange experiences afterwards."

Sitting on the bed by himself really lacked a bit of momentum, Yan Ruizhi wanted to stand up, but he underestimated the tragedy of last night, and his waist went limp just as he was about to get out of bed.

The opponent immediately took a step forward and stretched out his hand, the height advantage suddenly appeared, Yan Ruizhi reflexively wanted to swipe him away, but he could only be held by him because he had no strength.

Before he could speak, the young man asked worriedly: "Mr. Yan, do you want to rest for a while?"

"Or another room, you--"

"..." Yan Ruizhi slammed his hand away this time, stood up without changing his face, stepped over the absurd evidence, walked into the bathroom with a cold face, and closed the door.

Until he came out of the bathroom until he changed his clothes and was ready to go out, he looked like he had no desire to communicate.

The meaning is also obvious: an accident, don't bother me.

When he reached the door, the person who was holding his hand came up again: "Mr. Yan."

Yan Ruizhi doesn't like talking to people with his head up, not to mention that when the other person walks over, he even feels a little oppressed because of his height advantage.

So he didn't raise his eyelids, and said in a bad tone, "What's the matter?"

This time the young man simply took out his phone: "Can I add a contact information?"

Yan Ruizhi didn't even bother to talk about it, and directly pressed the doorknob.

As a result, as soon as the door opened, I heard the other party finish the second half of the sentence pitifully: "I will transfer the half of the room fee to you later."

"..." Yan Ruizhi raised his breath and fell back.

"Really, Mr. Yan, whether you want me to be responsible or not, then if I follow what you said, I must pay the other half of the room fee. There is no reason for you to pay for it."

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the person in front of him.

The opponent's T-shirt had a huge "Anjing University Centennial Celebration" printed on it, a pair of very ordinary trousers, basic sneakers, and no other decorations on his body.

That's right, this hotel has a high positioning, and it's a suite, so it's not cheap.

He had forgotten that.

For an ordinary college student, this night is indeed a bit heavy.

"No --" Yan Ruizhi just opened his mouth, and saw the expression on the other person's face was almost sincere, as if if he refused, he would hurt the self-esteem of a crystal-clear male college student.

"I will send you the physical examination report together." The young man added.

"..." Although Yan Ruizhi had no intention of guarding this person's exquisite heart, he was entangled so much that he was afraid that if he refused this person again, he would say something again.

Finally, with a sullen face, he scanned the QR code.

"Little brother, study hard." He stepped into the elevator without looking back, and only left the rest of the sentence, "Pretend this never happened."

Yan Rui went downstairs to settle the bill, and called a special car back to the company, just in time for the seminar.

As soon as Hao Shuai entered the office, he frowned when he saw him: "Did you fight with someone last night?"

Which pot is not open and which pot is lifted, Yan Ruizhi pushed the document on him: "Don't talk nonsense."

"Hey, good, good, I think, there is no need to fight so hard. It seems that you didn't sleep well yesterday. You said that you have a lot of meat a day late..."

In the past, this person also had a broken mouth, and Yan Ruizhi had long been used to it, but today he has a lot of complaints about Hao Shuai's broken mouth: "If you say a word less, you won't lose a piece of meat."

But when the relevant personnel came to the conference room, Yan Ruizhi returned to his original calm appearance.

At the beginning of the seminar, his assistant Liang Xiaoyou saw that he was still standing, and immediately ran over respectfully: "Mr. Yan, wait a moment, I'll move you a softer chair."

"..." Yan Ruizhi didn't show it, his expression remained the same, "No need."

"I stand today and say."

After a busy morning, Yan Ruizhi breathed a sigh of relief and walked back to the office alone.

His throat was so sore after he didn't say much, coupled with the unspeakable discomfort all over his body, he leaned on the sofa and rested by rubbing the space between his brows.

Only now did he finally begin to sort out the strange things that had happened to him in the past twelve hours.

Yan Ruizhi laughed at himself, feeling that the more he lived, the more he returned.

I slept with a college student, and they would give him AA room fees for everything they said.

The phone vibrated suddenly, and one of Yan Rui raised his eyelids and found out that it was a message from a new friend.

The name of the new contact person is "Speaking Reason", and his profile picture is a Samoyed with a smile so wide that his teeth can't see his eyes.

"..."

This name directly brought Yan Ruizhi back to the scene when he just woke up in the morning and broke up with this person.

It's quite reasonable.

The kind of reasoning that wants people to find something to gag their mouths.

He slid open his phone, and there were two messages on it, and a money transfer.

[Reasonable: Mr. Yan, I said in the morning that I would pay the room fee, and it just so happened that my substitute tuition fee arrived today. 】

【Reasonable: First transfer to you (*^▽^*)】

System prompt: Reasonably transfer 300 yuan to you

Yan Ruizhi endured the aches and pains all over his body and looked at the money, his expression became even colder.

This college student insisted on paying his own AA room fee.

Pay the fuck back.