bad kid

In the morning, the air is fresh, and the warm sun shines in through the windows.

Ruan Zhimu felt the temperature on his eyelids, his eyelids trembled slightly, and he woke up slowly.

He is engaged in the media industry, and 24-hour standby is a must. Sometimes the director calls him to come to the company, or temporarily work overtime at night, and he has no right to refuse, so he gradually developed light sleep skills that are easy to fall asleep and wake up.

Light sleep, that is, you can fall asleep within a few minutes of leaning against the wall; but once your eyes sense the change in light, you will wake up instantly.

Opening your eyes, your mind is a little dazed.

The quilt covered is strange, the walls are strange, and the chandelier on the ceiling is strange.

The color of the door was cold and pure black, not the warm light brown of his home.

The smell in the room was also very strange, not the warm smell of citrus shower gel in his room, but the smell of cold mint.

It seemed to him that he had come to some kind of cellar, or the basement of a church.

and also……

Ruan Zhimu looked at the muscular man's arms around his waist, and then saw the scene on the bed, his eyes widened instantly.

...He and Yan Yue slept on the same bed.

Yan Yue slept on the left, and he slept on the right; it was a bit cold in the morning, and he was curled up under the quilt, in Yan Yue's arms, and Yan Yue hugged him, with his arms tightly around his waist, as if Afraid that he would run away.

Yan Yue's face was in An'an's sleep state, much gentler and cuter than usual when Ruan Zhimu saw him, there was a slight tangle between his brows, but his posture was very strong and could not be rejected.

The eyes are closed, the eyelashes cast a light shadow under the eyes, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the lips are tightly pressed.

Ruan Zhimu froze.

Recalling what happened last night in my mind, I don't know what to do.

Yan Yue felt movement and woke up.

Yan Yue, who just woke up, was a little dazed, with a few hairs on his head, and his eyes were blank, as if he couldn't figure out what happened.

He lowered his head slightly, saw Ruan Zhimu with a stiff face, and was stunned for a moment: "You, why are you..."

It seems that he has not fully awakened, and is in a state of brain shutdown.

Ruan Zhimu was embarrassed, not knowing what to say, and shrank back a bit.

For some reason, Yan Yue's mood suddenly became a little agitated, he grabbed his arms tightly, leaned forward, and kissed his lips.

He looked dazed, thinking as if in another time period than the present.

It was a pure and eager kiss without any impurities.

From lips to neck, to chest, to belly.

Ruan Zhimu felt like a solitary boat on the sea, floating and sinking with the waves, unable to find support.

His lips were gradually numb from being sucked, and the lack of oxygen became more and more fierce. If this continues, he might die suddenly, so Ruan Zhimu quickly pushed him.

This time, it seemed that Yan Yue was pushed awake.

Yan Yue backed away for a while, and his gaze finally gradually cleared up.

Both of them recalled what happened yesterday.

Ruan Zhimu was really ashamed yesterday.

What he originally thought was to cooperate well, hello, hello, hello everyone, just bear with it and it will pass.

The more Yan wanted to hug him, he opened his arms obediently, and the more Yan wanted to kiss him, he took the initiative to put his lips together. When Yan Yue became unhappy, he immediately hugged his neck obediently and obediently, clingier than a kitten .

Ruan Zhimu's old face is really desperate, as long as Yan Da photographer is happy to serve him.

But Yan Yue was still not satisfied.

His face was drawn so long, he was asked to hug him tightly, to lay down on his stomach for a while, and to straighten his toes obediently, it was obvious that he was looking for faults.

Ruan Zhimu didn't know why he was so dissatisfied. He was so obedient, why did he do what he asked, and why it still seemed useless.

The wind was a bit strong last night. It blew on the windows, causing the curtains to fly with the wind and hit the window lattices, crackling all night long.

The moonlight shone behind Ruan Zhimu, tracing the smooth and white nape of his neck, like a lost moon.

The bedside lamp flickered on and off. It was on at first, but Ruan Zhimu was shy and struggled to reach out his hand to turn off the light, but Yan Yue stopped him halfway.

Yan Yue grasped his right hand, covering it from top to bottom, interlocking his fingers, the skin was close to each other, the temperature of each other could almost burn each other.

Seeing that Ruan Zhimu was really shy, his head was buried tightly in the quilt, and he refused to lift it up, fearing that he would be stuffy, so he rarely smiled, and kindly helped him turn off the light.

Ruan Zhimu's eyes were dazed, but he always dared not sleep, fearing that Yan Yue would be angry.

Yan Yue seemed to get angry easily, every time he was tired and closed his eyes, Yan Yue would mess with him, insisting that he open his eyes and look at him, as if it would make him feel at ease.

Ruan Zhimu didn't know where Yan Yue's special ability came from. He could see whether his eyes were open or closed even with the lights off, which was extremely keen.

He looked at it, bent down, kissed lightly on the eyelid, and then immediately made excuses for himself "accidentally" and "not lying down firmly".

He had no choice but to half-open his eyes to cooperate with Yan Da photographer's eccentricity.

Throughout the night, Ruan Zhimu survived with tenacious willpower.

Until the eyelids fought, and finally passed out in a daze.

Both were awake now, but neither spoke first.

Ruan Zhimu's body was still in pain, his waist and limbs were sore and weak, and his heart felt sorry, so he subconsciously hid back and covered the parts below his neck with the quilt.

Yan Yue noticed his movements, and said coldly: "You don't have to be so self-aware, I won't do anything to you."

Ruan Zhimu didn't know how there could be such a brazen person in the world: "Haven't you done anything to me yet?"

If he was a little weaker, I'm afraid he could be pulled directly into the crematorium today, okay?

Yan Yue said arrogantly: "Human nature is like this, always thinking about things that have not been obtained - after waiting for so many years, I thought the taste would be so good, but it turned out to be nothing more than that."

Ruan Zhimu retaliated: "In the past, I always wanted to have a good time with a muscular handsome guy. Seeing that you have a good figure, I thought it would be so cool, but I didn't even feel when you came in. Hey, what a pity."

Hurt each other, right? Who wouldn't.

Yan Yue's face was a little gloomy: "Ruan Zhimu, say it again."

Ruan Zhimu felt that his bones were falling apart when he moved a little bit. He was angry and opened his mouth to curse: "I said I didn't feel anything at all. I thought you were doing needlework. Did you hear me this time!"

So for the next hour, Yan Yue lifted the quilt and let him feel what it means to "feel".

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An hour later, Yan Yue finally finished his revenge, let him go, and got up to wash up.

Ruan Zhimu was dizzy, his legs were numb, and he didn't want to move at all.

But this morning he has a job, and the head office has a leader coming to inspect him. He must arrive at the company before nine o'clock, otherwise his wages will be deducted.

So Ruan Zhimu struggled to get up.

Although Yan Yue's house has only one floor, it has a large area. In addition to the usual bedroom, bathroom and kitchen, there are several small rooms.

Ruan Zhimu was not in the mood to observe carefully yesterday, but after a closer look today, he found that Yan Yue's house was not like the artist's style in his impression.

He thought that Yan Yue, a well-known photographer, must pay great attention to space design. The walls are covered with photographic works, trophies and certificates are placed in a conspicuous place in the living room, there must be a lot of books and photographic equipment in the house, and there may be a room dedicated to it. Store letters and gifts from fans.

However, this house is extremely simple in design.

The color tone is mainly black, white and gray, the walls are all white, the tea tables and chairs are neatly arranged, there is no such things as TV speakers, and there is no extra clutter in sight.

It's really pleasing to look at at a glance, but it always feels weird.

Ruan Zhimu thought for a while and figured it out.

Yan Yue's residence doesn't seem to be "popular" at all.

Normal people live at home, no matter how tidy and tidy they are, there will always be times when they become lazy.

For example, the unpacked snack packaging bags are placed on the coffee table; the charging cables are randomly twisted and thrown on the sofa; the small decorations and small green plants bought on a whim are placed on the balcony to collect dust...

But these are all invisible in Yan Yue's house.

This house is as simple and clean as a hotel, without any emotions or memories.

... so concise that it feels a little weird.

The owner closes the door and can leave at any time.

The doors of other rooms are all concealed, and when you open the door, you can see the empty room.

Ruan Zhimu even wondered if the wall was a mirror, constantly reflecting more virtual space, otherwise how could there be so many empty rooms.

Only the smallest room in the corner had a locked door, and the material of the door seemed to be different from the others, it was heavier and stronger, and it seemed to have a combination lock.

Could it be that there are a lot of gold bars and jewelry in it, for fear of being stolen?Ruan Zhimu was thinking wildly.

Although there are all pots and pans in the kitchen, there are no traces of use. There are only rows of mineral water and red wine in the refrigerator.

In the end, Yan Yue ordered a table of breakfast from a nearby restaurant.

A very delicate Chinese breakfast, green tea cake, Poria cocos cake, soy milk, millet porridge, pumpkin soup... There is even freshly boiled scallop soup.

But neither had much appetite.

During breakfast, Ruan Zhimu couldn't help asking about the innermost small room.

Yan Yue frowned: "...you went in?"

Ruan Zhimu: "No, the door is locked."

Yan Yue breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly, and said sarcastically, "It's just a little clutter, but you are very free...to care about my affairs."

In the middle of eating, Yan Yue's cell phone rang.

Yan Yue looked at the number on the screen, frowned, and answered it anyway.

A stern question came from the phone: "I'll go to your place right away, please explain to me clearly, what does it mean to give up all inheritance relationships?"

Ruan Zhimu vaguely felt that the voice was familiar.

After a while, I remembered, isn't this Yan Zuncheng?

After many years, when he heard this voice... still couldn't control it, his heart trembled.

He grasped the chopsticks tightly, tipped his nose silently, and concealed his abnormality.

Seeing him staring at him, Yan Yue picked up his phone, got up and went to the balcony to pick it up.

Although he walked away deliberately, Ruan Zhimu still vaguely heard Yan Yue's voice, and pieced together a little content from a few words.

——Hearing what he said, he meant to completely sever the father-son relationship with Yan Zuncheng.

Severing kinship in real life is not as simple as acting in TV dramas. It involves inheritance division, legal regulations, elderly care and other issues.

Yan Yue is a public figure, and it also involves a problem of influence at the social level.

Although Yan Yue had a bad relationship with Yan Zuncheng in the past, he had a close relationship with his grandfather. No matter how much grandpa loved his grandson, it was impossible for him to have a real relationship with his own son. He had been trying his best to restore the relationship between his son and grandson, so Yan Yue Yue has always maintained an indifferent relationship with his father, neither far nor close.

It would be too serious to make trouble to the point of severing the relationship between father and son.

Ruan Zhimu was bullied by Yan Zuncheng five years ago, so naturally he would not sympathize with him.

He just felt strange, everything was safe and sound, why did Yan Yue suddenly sever ties with Yan Zuncheng?

Ruan Zhimu suddenly remembered that he told Yan Yue yesterday that Yan Zuncheng threatened to force him to leave.

Could it be that Yan Yue did it for him...

Ruan Zhimu shook his head quickly, blushing for his self-indulgence.

Yan Yue frowned and looked at his weird behavior: "What are you crazy about?"

Ruan Zhimu: "...a fly was flying next to his head just now."

Yan Yue: "Why didn't I see it?"

Ruan Zhimu: "Oh, I drove you away."

He was really curious, hesitated again and again, but still couldn't help asking.

Sure enough, Yan Yue looked at him mockingly: "Why, what do you think it's because of, do you think I'm venting my anger for you?"

Ruan Zhimu has never lost in a quarrel: "I didn't say that, but you, why did you react so quickly, and this was the first reaction? Could it be that you really think so?"

Yan Yue: "..."

"I had this idea before, but it just happened to be implemented these days." He threw the half-bitten Poria cocos cake heavily into the bowl, "Ruan Zhimu, you are really thick-skinned."

"To each other," Ruan Zhimu smirked, "No matter how thick-skinned I am, I won't force someone to kiss on a supermarket shelf."

He was obsessed with it.

The last time he was photographed with Tong Lan was still vivid in his memory, which made him almost lose his job, but this time it was actually in a shopping mall with more traffic.

He has lingering fears, if he is recognized by others, the past five years in City S will be considered useless.

Yan Yue was thoughtful: "Do you think I have been forcing you yesterday? I see that you are very happy."

Ruan Zhimu's anger gradually accumulated: "Oh? Where did I show my willingness?"

My voice is hoarse, I'm so frightened that I'm running around like a weasel, what the hell is this happy?

Is it possible that one day I will bring out a knife and you still feel that I am playing with you!

"When you take the initiative to touch my face and rub the tip of my nose; when you lean in my arms, your face is flushed and full of tears, and beg me to be gentle; when you hug my neck, bite my earlobe, and call me softly When it was my husband's time," Yan Yue said dryly, "If you can't remember, it's okay, I don't mind helping you recall everything."

The author says:

Ruan Ruan: It's ok, shut up