After kicking the slag attack, he was watched by the boss

That day, Fu Wenyuan was busy going to the meeting due to emergency, but he didn't find Ye Rong nestled in the cubicle until the end.

Afterwards, Ye Rong hugged the computer and thought for a while. Adhering to the principle that art comes from life, he was inspired to write an extremely cliché but useful post-drinking mess...

While writing, I complained about the bloody logic in it.

Alcohol may not make people intoxicated, but it will definitely make people magnify their desires.

Ye Rong used the stream-of-consciousness Dafa to delete, delete, and delete this brutally advanced emotional line for nearly a week.

On the night when the new plot was handed in, Fu Wenyuan called and said that he was coming back later and asked Ye Rong to eat first.

Ye Rong responded, and also asked him to eat and rest on time.

The relationship between the two is delicate now, with more than warmth but not enough ambiguity, they are restrained from each other, one is afraid that too hot will scare the other away, and the other is afraid that it will be too cold to chill the other's heart.

Ye Rong himself thought it was amazing, he didn't know when he had learned to put himself in another person's place and take care of the other person's feelings.

Kind of like a normal person.

He stretched himself, and was about to get up and cook a bowl of instant noodles for himself.

The landline in the living room suddenly rang.

Ye Rong didn't think too much about it, thinking it was opened by housekeeping or the property management.

"Ye Rong...I want to see you." It was Xu Jue's voice on the phone, and it seemed that his mood was not stable right now.

Ye Rong tugged at the lint protruding from his cuff irritably. He changed his phone card the day he moved out of Xu Jue's house, but he didn't expect Xu Jue to find it here.

"Xu Jue, you are crazy, this is Fu Wenyuan's place, why are you calling here!"

There was a sound of something being pushed down and broken by Xu Jue, and his intermittent voice continued, "Rong...Ye Rong, come here, I'm in the opposite house, come here, I'll return your... necklace you."

Necklace...Ye Rong then remembered the gift that was given to Xu Jue.

It was left to him by his mother, so that he could give it to someone who could accompany him throughout his life, but he gave it to someone who didn't know how to cherish it.

Ye Rong also suddenly recalled that he was deeply involved in the entanglement with Xu Jue, and even when he hurt himself, he was so obsessed that he could only think of his kindness to him. Although those things may be thin, they are not unreasonable. Existence likes.

For that little liking, he was willing to hand over the last thing his mother left him.

He couldn't help laughing at himself, Ye Rong, Ye Rong, you are really crazy and stupid.

"Okay, I'll go over now." After Ye Rong finished speaking, he hung up the phone, looked at the time, and only wanted to make a quick decision.

The password of the door of Xu Jue's villa has not been changed, Ye Rong opened the door according to the original password in a bit of surprise.

But thinking about it in a blink of an eye, it's nothing unusual. Xu Jue owns a lot of real estate, and he changes more lovers than clothes. The house in Jinshuiyuan is only visited a few times a year, and it's normal for him to forget to change the password.

The room smelled of alcohol, Ye Rong frowned, and kicked away the rolling wine bottle.

Xu Jue is not an alcoholic, he must control everything he does, whether it is alcohol, cigarettes, or sex, he avoids all easily addictive things.

Ye Rong heard footsteps, looked up and saw Xu Jue standing on the stairs.

This scene is like the first time they met, looking at each other silently across an unreachable distance, but time has passed and yesterday is like death, and the mood of the two of them at this moment is no longer the same as before.

"Come up, let's talk." Xu Jue said, with exhaustion hidden in his voice.

Ye Rong looked away, and flatly refused: "No, we have nothing to talk about, I still have something to do, you return the things to me and I will leave."

Xu Jue tightened his fingers holding on to the railing, and the back of his hand was knotted, but his tone was not in a hurry, as if his bad temper had been hollowed out by something, and he lowered his eyelashes and said softly: "The necklace is upstairs. In the room, it’s not convenient for me to go down because of my leg injury, so come up and I’ll give it to you.”

Ye Rong hesitated slightly, but went upstairs calmly.

When the distance got closer, Ye Rong realized that Xu Jue looked haggard, with bloodshot eyes, and green stubble appeared on his chin. Ye Rong was startled, he had never seen Xu Jue look like he had lost his soul.

Xu Jue pointed to the bedroom, stared at Ye Rong and said, "It's in the drawer of the bedside cabinet, you can find it yourself."

Ye Rong avoided his gaze, passed him, opened the door and entered the room.

He unguardedly opened the drawer and rummaged through the sundries, with his back to Xu Jue.

Naturally, he didn't notice Xu Jue who followed silently from behind, and caught him off guard and hugged him.

Xu Jue's body temperature was very high, his body smelled heavily of alcohol, his arms were strangled so hard that Ye Rong had difficulty breathing.

Ye Rong struggled twice but couldn't break free, the familiar smell on Xu Jue made him unable to bear the physical disgust.

Because he tried to quit Xu Jue for a long time, relying on excessive indulging in this smell, until he felt sick.

Xu Jue wrapped his arms around Ye Rong, held his wrists with both hands, and rubbed against his cheeks and neck like a drug addict, "Ye Rong, I figured it out, I might... really like you."

That disgusting feeling became even stronger, and when combined with Xu Jue's untimely disgusting words, he could almost vomit immediately.

Ye Rong broke his hand and said impatiently: "Stop saying such things! I won't believe a single word!"

Unexpectedly, Xu Jue couldn't listen at all, and became even more aggressive, even pushing Ye Rong down on the bed, pressing on his shoulder and wanting to kiss him.

"I really didn't lie to you this time, Ye Rong, I regret it, you come back, okay, I only want you in the future, okay?"

Ye Rong pressed against his face and gave him a hard slap without thinking.

It was my last kindness to keep my hand and not hit my fist.

Ye Rong tugged at his neckline, his eyes seemed to be immersed in ice water, and sneered, "You don't like it at all, it's just your desire to possess, Xu Jue, can you stop being so naive, funny, really funny .”

Sure enough, Xu Jue didn't move anymore, Ye Rong looked at him from dazed to mournful.

The cycle of cause and effect, retribution is unhappy.

Xu Jue also suddenly remembered his original intention of torturing Ye Rong with emotion in the first place.

He was obsessed with watching Ye Rong crazy about him, and pouring out his heart for him.

Only in this way can he keep feeling the fiery love. He watched him suffer with cold eyes, watched him roll in the fireworks of love and lust, and watched him burn for himself.

But he didn't expect that Ye Rong, who was so extreme and pure, like ice and snow, was burning with fire inside his body. If his heart was too full of fire, he would be burned to death.

A fire burned him to ashes.

And no matter who they are, they will not let go after being loved so hard. Once they embrace the sun, no one will want to return to the cold world.

Xu Jue is no exception.