The heartthrob really didn't fish

After Jiang Yuhe left, Xu Hanchi supported Song Jiabao to stand upright, "Go to my office."

Song Jiabao nodded wearily, and followed Xu Hanchi obediently.

After entering the office, Xu Hanchi asked Song Jiabao to sit on the sofa to rest, closed the blinds to block the sight of others, and then asked, "What happened last night?"

"I..." Song Jiabao opened his mouth, but he couldn't get the words out. He turned his head to avoid Xu Hanchi's sight, and said, "It's nothing, it's just that I accidentally passed through the construction site last night. I fell."

Song Jiabao didn't know, when he turned his head sideways, a small gap was torn from the collar of his shirt, and Xu Hanchi took in all the hickey marks on his neck.

Xu Hanchi lowered his eyes, and the veins in his neck were slightly swollen due to excessive force.

"Where did you fall? Does it still hurt? Why don't you take a day off?"

"Legs, and shoulders, I have to hand in the plan today, so I didn't ask for leave."

"Is planning as important as your body?"

"I have it in my mind."

Song Jiabao felt that there was something wrong with Xu Hanchi's tone today, it was heavy, as if he was suppressing something, but he couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was.

"Have you seen a doctor?"

"It's not serious, it's just a little swollen. I've applied the medicine myself. If I really can't stand it, I won't be brave."

Song Jiabao was sitting on the sofa, and Xu Hanchi was half-kneeling on the floor in front of him. He was shorter than him. From his angle, he could only see Xu Hanchi pursing his lips into a sharp line.

After a while, Xu Hanchi stood up, "Then don't go out, rest here, and I'll talk to Liu Pei."

"I'm really fine..."

Before Song Jiabao finished speaking, Xu Hanchi interrupted him and asked, "Or should I ask you for leave now? Do you know how ugly your face is now?"

Song Jiabao touched his face, why didn't he know that his face was ugly?

His heart was in a mess, and his body felt uncomfortable all the time. He could imagine how pale his face was at this moment.

"Have a good rest," Xu Hanchi pushed him down on the sofa, "Nothing is more important than your body."

Song Jiabao looked at Xu Hanchi's eyebrows and eyes, and at a certain moment, he did have an urge to tell him everything, but only for a moment, he suppressed that urge.

He closed his eyes, not daring to face Xu Hanchi's face.

It was originally just an evasive movement, but the tense legs relaxed because of the lying posture, and the discomfort that had entangled him all morning gradually faded away, and the exhaustion flooded in like a tide. Song Jiabao only remembered Xu Hanchi covering him with a thin blanket. body, completely lost consciousness.

Xu Hanchi stood aside, staring at Song Jiabao's sleeping face for a long time.

Song Jiabao had a terrible dream. In the dream, he returned to the bathroom. The man looked at him from above, as if an invisible net was covering him and gradually tightened.

He couldn't struggle, he could only watch the man squat down, his hot fingers touching his skin.

Song Jiabao trembled, and opened his eyes wide to see the man's face clearly, but he couldn't see anything. Suddenly, a unique fragrance came from the tip of his nose. He seemed to have smelled that smell somewhere.

So familiar... What is the smell?Where had he smelled that?

Come to think of it!hurry up!Where on earth has he smelled this smell before!

Many mixed images flashed through Song Jiabao's mind, even some memories of his childhood that he hadn't recalled for many years, but he still had no clue as to where exactly he smelled that fragrance.

He opened his eyes profusely with sweat, but saw a tall figure sitting beside him, with a hot index finger resting next to his ear.

"Ah—" Song Jiabao yelled, stretched out his hand and pushed away the person beside him.

Unprepared, Xu Hanchi was pushed back by Song Jiabao, and hit the coffee table with his lower back, making a muffled "bang".

Song Jiabao looked at Xu Hanchi's frown because of the pain, and finally realized what he had done.

"Senior, senior..." He shivered and curled up into a ball, wanting to apologize, but he couldn't say anything.

Xu Hanchi's face was gloomy, he didn't know what he was thinking, but his tone was exceptionally gentle: "Did you have a nightmare?"

"Um……"

"What did you dream about?"

Song Jiabao opened his mouth, but couldn't help asking another question: "Why are you touching my ears?"

Xu Hanchi froze for a moment, "Your ears are bleeding."

"Bleeding..."

Song Jiabao touched the earlobe in a daze, and it did feel a little moist. He forcibly took off the earring this morning, but he didn't have time to bandage it, no wonder it was bleeding.

Xu Hanchi asked: "What's the matter with you? Could it be that the wound on your ear was also caused by a fall?"

Song Jiabao gritted his teeth and said, "Yes."

Xu Hanchi stared straight at Song Jiabao, his piercing gaze seemed to have fallen from a thousand miles high, making him restless and unable to breathe.

Song Jiabao knew how lame his excuse was, Xu Hanchi would not believe his words, so he didn't dare to look up at Xu Hanchi's eyes.

When Song Jiabao was in high school, a girl committed suicide by jumping off a building. He still remembers that day, just like today, was a cloudless and sunny day. He had just finished his physical education class and was walking towards the teaching building with his classmates talking and laughing.

When he was on the way to the stairs, a heavy object suddenly fell in front of his eyes, less than one meter away from him—a girl jumped off the building.

Song Jiabao knew her, she was transferred here this semester, she was a girl with a beautiful smile.

But there have always been a lot of rumors about her in the class, saying that she was raped by several boys in the previous high school, and her family chose to use the money for private affairs, so she transferred here.

Song Jiabao has nothing to do with her, the closest distance between them is now, she jumped off the building and died in front of him, her face was facing him, her head was sunken in a big piece, her eyes stared like they were about to pop out of their sockets When she came out, Song Jiabao guessed that she was dying.

Recalling the girl's face when she died, Song Jiabao clearly felt a drop of sweat slipping from the corner of his forehead. His face must be extremely ugly now, pale and sweaty, like a poor vampire who has been huddled in a corner all year round.

Seeing Song Jiabao like this, Xu Hanchi couldn't get angry anymore, sighed, took out the silk scarf and handkerchief from his suit pocket, and wanted to wipe Song Jiabao's cold sweat, but when he was about to touch him, he suddenly stopped .

"Wipe it." He handed the handkerchief to Song Jiabao.

Song Jiabao took the handkerchief in a daze. It carried a faint fragrance, which was the ebony agarwood he was very familiar with and liked very much.

It's different from him being obsessed with perfume for a short period of time, Xu Hanchi has kept this habit since he started using perfume.

Xu Hanchi is a very refined gentleman. He often wears neat formal clothes and carries a clean handkerchief with him. He especially likes to collect perfumes. There is a whole wall of perfumes in his house. a wall.

Song Jiabao often smells various fragrances from him, but since two years ago, his fragrance has become fixed.

If it was Xu Hanchi, he might be able to distinguish the fragrance of that person last night.

Why did he encounter this kind of thing, this kind of thing that he couldn't share and discuss with anyone.

Song Jiabao was extremely wronged, and silently wiped off his sweat, Xu Hanchi said to him: "I have already asked you for leave, and I will send you back later, so you can take a good rest for a day."

"thanks……"

"Can you go?"

Song Jiabao moved his legs off the sofa, feeling a little sore, but within the tolerable range, "Yes."

"Let's go."

"Is your job okay? I can go back myself."

"Let's go." Xu Hanchi just repeated it lightly, and Song Jiabao had no choice but to shut up.

Xu Hanchi sent him to the gate of the community. Song Jiabao was worried about his work, so he got out of the car in a hurry and asked him to go back first.

Xu Hanchi nodded, raised the car window, reversed the car fluently and left here.

For some reason, Song Jiabao felt a little depressed, and the image of the car window slowly rising to block Xu Hanchi's cold profile kept flashing back in his mind.

"Why did you come back so early?" Uncle Security's voice brought Song Jiabao back from his thoughts.

Song Jiabao forced a smile, "I feel a little uncomfortable."

"Young people must take care of their health, or they will have a hard time when they get older. How can earning money be more important than being healthy?"

"I'll pay attention." After exchanging pleasantries, Song Jiabao swiped his access control card and walked in, but suddenly remembered something, turned back and asked, "It seems that someone entered my house last night, can you check the surveillance?"

Uncle security replied: "Did you lose something?"

"Not found yet."

"This...individuals do not have the right to check the monitoring. You have to discuss it with the property management. After the property management agrees, I can adjust the monitoring for you."

"What if I go back and find something missing?"

"The best way is to call the police, so that the police can watch the surveillance directly."

If he could call the police, he wouldn't have to worry so much.

Song Jiabao thanked the security guard, "I will discuss it with the property management later, sorry for the trouble."

"No trouble, no trouble, just come to me if you need anything."

On the way back, Song Jiabao contacted the property management by the way, but the property management team needed evidence from him before they could adjust the monitoring.

Song Jiabao didn't want anyone to know what happened last night, so he had no choice but to temporarily bury the thought of adjusting the surveillance in his heart.

Anyway, that person sent him back at night last night, and he was still wearing a mask. Even if he saw the surveillance, it wouldn't help.

After waiting for a while, the elevator reached the first floor. Song Jiabao walked in, and when he looked up, he saw a small advertisement in the elevator that hadn't been cleared today - Aimin Unlocking Company.

His heart moved, he wrote down the phone number, and immediately contacted the lock company to change the lock when he got out of the elevator.

That person might have rubbed his key last night, he can't take the risk, he has to change the lock.

When he walked to the door, the phone of the unlocking company just hung up, and Song Jiabao was about to open the door when something flashed through his mind——

Flour, gone.

The flour he had deliberately sprinkled on the doorknob in the morning was gone.