Beginning without end

Liu Sizhe hasn't eaten since he received a call from his manager yesterday. He was afraid of swelling and didn't even dare to drink too much water. He even picked out a new thin Burberry windbreaker with a belt. The butterfly on his waist is so tight that he can't breathe. gas.He was already outstanding in appearance, but after applying light makeup, his lips were red and his teeth were white

Liu Sizhe is a little clever, otherwise Ji Suiyun would be the first to think of his name if something happened.Seeing that Ji Suiyun was exuding an extremely oppressive low pressure, he followed Ji Suiyun's car obediently without saying a word other than saying good evening.

It was getting darker, and the floor-to-ceiling windows behind the bathtub could no longer provide more light in the bathroom.Song Bai sat on the ground, tightly curling himself up.He was able to keep calm at the very beginning, coaxing himself softly over and over again like Lu Fucheng: "Ah Bai, don't be afraid, it's all right...".When it was completely dark, Song Bai had been locked up for nearly six hours, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, the air seemed to be thinner and thinner, he was gasping for breath, his heart was palpitating to the point of pain, he leaned against a quilt Only by pulling the handcuffed wrists can he barely sit still.

The shadows on the wall seemed to come alive in the darkness, they approached Song Bai ferociously and slowly, Song Bai was shaking like a chaff, he closed his eyes and leaned his back against the wall.Fear almost made him collapse, Song Bai choked up and shouted softly: "Chengcheng, Chengcheng, I'm afraid, come and save me..."

"Ji Suiyun, I know I was wrong...don't shut me up..."

The surroundings were so quiet that it seemed that Song Bai's terribly fast heartbeat could be heard.No one came, and no one was willing to save him when he was most afraid and helpless.It's like throwing myself in the bathroom casually, a piece of garbage that is worthless and unworthy of pity.Not being remembered, not being needed, just think about how powerless and hopeless it is.

No one wants him.Song Bai gave up calling for help, and no longer struggled.

"Let me die..." Song Bai's pupils were slightly dilated, and his lips were almost as white as his face: "If I really owe you all, it's fine if I die..."

The car stopped smoothly, but Ji Suiyun closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead without moving.

Liu Sizhe said softly, "Mr. Ji, are you feeling unwell? Why don't you go to the hospital?"

Ji Suiyun shook his head, abandoning the inappropriate and chaotic thoughts in his mind.

Qiao Ming's private club is located on Yongfu Road. This should be the most popular place in Shanghai's wealthy circle in the past two years. There are towering old trees on both sides of the road, and tens of millions of luxury cars pass by.The main building of the clubhouse is a two-story old building of the last century, displaying thousands of antiques from private collections.The aggressive imposing manner and oppressive magnificence show exquisite aesthetic taste everywhere.

Liu Sizhe followed Ji Suiyun half a step behind, his expression was well managed, and his face froze when he smiled at the bosses who came and went all the way.

You can see the hanging paintings on both sides of the wall from the glass gallery passage, which is also one of the gimmicks invited by Qiao Ming.When Ji Suiyun was in his 20s, he resold some works of art, and was also flattered to be a goldsmith in the oil painting art circle.He also glanced at those paintings along the way, mediocre works by unknown authors, it seems that Qiao Ming is indeed a drunkard.

Qiao Ming was chatting and tasting wine with some familiar bosses in the main banquet area. When he saw Ji Suiyun coming, he smiled and said a few words before walking over.

Ji Suiyun put one arm around Liu Sizhe's waist, and nodded slightly to Qiao Ming.

Liu Sizhe's expression management almost collapsed, and he pulled out a slightly obsequious smile at Ji Suiyun.

Ji Suiyun frowned almost imperceptibly.

"Mr. Ji came very early." Qiao Ming glanced at Liu Sizhe, then smiled and shook Ji Suiyun's hand.

"I've been busy for too long, so I just came out to relax."

Qiao Ming nodded: "Yes, it's getting harder and harder to make money now. It's hard to cultivate useful and reliable people in the company, and it's even harder to be a boss."

Ji Suiyun looked at Qiao Ming coldly: "You are right."

Qiao Ming didn't seem to take Ji Suiyun's indifference and rejection to heart, but instead said to Liu Sizhe, "I'm wearing a little thin today."

Liu Sizhe was a little confused. He thought that he had never been in contact with Qiao Ming, but he didn't say much. He smiled like a delicate puppet.

Ji Suiyun knew that Qiao Ming did it on purpose, and a blind person could tell the difference between Song Bai and Liu Sizhe: "Mr. Qiao may have misremembered the person. This is Liu Sizhe, an artist from our company, with good professional ability."

Liu Sizhe understood that these two were worthy, and he was a fish in the pool today.

Qiao Ming apologized generously: "Mr. Ji, come with me to the auction area in advance. I just opened a bottle of 92 Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon. After a few drinks, the main topic will probably begin."

Qiao Ming turned his head and whispered a few words to the man beside him, and then instructed in a normal voice: "Go, Ce Lin, make sure the time is right, if you don't do well, let the guests laugh at you."

After Qiao Ming finished speaking, he made a gesture of invitation to Ji Suiyun. As they walked forward, they said a few words about the business situation and the latest government developments.

Liu Sizhe always felt that Ji Suiyun was a little strange. He was not familiar with Qiao Ming, so he should be an upstart, but Ji Suiyun's character can be said to be very strong and arrogant.But now it felt like Qiao Ming was forcing Ji Suiyun to act, and Ji Suiyun was still letting Qiao Ming arrange him.

After sitting down, Qiao Ming poured a glass of red wine for Ji Suiyun. He held a glass himself, shook it gracefully, and said casually, "I don't really like red wine very much. The so-called appreciation is just a gesture. What a waste of money."

Ji Suiyun took a sip of the wine, and said in a deep voice: "The jungle in the Golden Triangle has been rough for too long, I guess the taste of red wine and white wine can hardly be distinguished."

Qiao Ming was not surprised that Ji Suiyun found out his downfall in the past few years, and he was not angry. He said with a smile, "I didn't expect Mr. Ji to joke. But you are right. People who have suffered will pretend Nobility can't cover up the poverty in your bones when you haven't seen good things, and it's actually forced out by any means."

After Qiao Ming finished speaking, he didn't say anything else. After drinking the wine in the glass, he checked the time and explained a few words to Ji Suiyun, then left and went on stage.

This art exhibition was organized by Qiao Ming, and the invited people were all of high status, so he acted as the host himself to show his courtesy.

Everyone here has good business acumen, so naturally they look down on those paintings that have no appreciation potential.But fortunately, Qiao Ming didn't just auction off paintings, but also some high-quality jewelry and precious wines. Ji Suiyun was always generous, and gave Liu Sizhe the rights of a few million dollars, allowing him to take pictures of whatever he liked.

"The final painting is the posthumous work of a close friend of mine," Qiao Ming said with a reminiscing attitude, "I am reluctant to show it, but it is even more sad to see things and think about others. He is a policeman and has never learned orthodox painting." Painting, but I can see light and hope in his paintings, the sea of ​​clouds seems to cleanse people's hearts."

Ji Suiyun was about to be amused. For such a dirty person like Qiao Ming, don't you feel bitten when you say these words that someone gave him?

Someone brought up the painting, and the details of the painting began to be clearly shown on the big screen.Ji Suiyun also had to admit that this painting is very aura.

Sure enough, there are already noisy discussions around, and some people probably like it very much.

Qiao Ming paid no attention to the reaction of the people in the audience, and seemed to be immersed in some complicated emotions: "Afterwards, I went to many places and found a scene that was very similar to the painting. Later, I asked someone to take a picture of it. A short video for everyone to enjoy.”

Ji Suiyun suddenly had a strong bad feeling in his heart, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.He told himself rationally that if Qiao Ming wanted to manipulate him, he would never dare to disclose such things to the public.But intuitively, Ji Suiyun knew that people like Qiao Ming could do anything.

The video began to be shown, and the beautiful scenery was slowly flowing out in front of the eyes accompanied by smooth and moving music. The color palette was fresh and natural, and the clean lake and the low sea of ​​clouds that seemed to touch the ground lost their boundaries, merged and intertwined.Pleasant to the extreme.

When everyone was concentrating on it, the video suddenly froze for a moment, and the picture quality jumped up. The next second, without warning, it switched to a dark and chaotic scene, and the screen turned into two men entangled. figure!The action is intense, the voice is obscene and extravagant, making people dizzy and ears hot.

There was a commotion under the stage.

Qiao Ming seemed to be shocked by this sudden accident. He frantically pressed the remote control a few times, and after five or six seconds, all the projections were completely turned off.

Ji Suiyun listened to Qiao Ming's sincere apology and vigorous accountability of the people who used the USB flash drive, his face remained calm.

But Liu Sizhe could no longer maintain a well-managed expression, he stared blankly at Ji Suiyun, not daring to breathe.In the episode and chaos just now, although the faces of the two men on the video were slapped, Liu Sizhe was Ji Suiyun's lover after all. It's Ji Suiyun.

Ji Suiyun usually dresses rigorously, and most people don't know what's on him. With the coded and unclear video, no one suspects Ji Suiyun.

Ji Suiyun watched Qiao Ming walk up to him step by step from the stage, and smiled coldly: "You are very good."

Qiao Ming spread his hands: "Mr. Ji, can you be patient now and have a drink with me?" After Qiao Ming finished speaking, he slightly bent down, and whispered in Ji Suiyun's ear: "I really hate that you use that condescending expression Look at me."

Song Bai had completely lost the sense of time, he lost consciousness for a while, and he didn't know whether it was because he fell asleep from exhaustion, or fainted unbearably.The cold sweat on Song Bai's body was wet and dry, and his body was a little dehydrated.His stomach hurt like a fire, and he was retching all the time.

I don't know when, there were some noises outside.Song Bai's eyes snapped open. He wanted to shout, but his throat seemed to be rusted, and he only made a slight breath, and it caused tearing pain.

"Mr. Ji, Mr. Ji, are you okay?" Liu Sizhe mixed with Ji Suiyun, and he was already complaining in his heart. Knowing too much about such things is not good. He is caught in the middle of such a small role, and it is easy to be pinched died.

Ji Suiyun and Qiao Ming didn't know what they talked about. After Ji Suiyun came out, he couldn't stand still, and he didn't know how much wine he drank.

Liu Sizhe managed to help Ji Suiyun into the bedroom, and before he helped Ji Suiyun take off his coat, Ji Suiyun pressed his arms under him.

Ji Suiyun's drinking capacity is not that bad, he was still a little conscious, but when Liu Sizhe helped him into the car, Ji Suiyun blew a bit of cold wind, and his mind was completely confused.His body began to emit an unusual heat, and his lower abdomen burst into flames, igniting the blood in his whole body.

Song Bai stared closely at a small beam of yellowish light that passed through the frosted bathroom door, it was the light from the bedside lamp, and it was extremely weak when it entered the bathroom after passing through a few corners.

There were two people in the bedroom, and Song Bai didn't know why he could hear every small sound so clearly even though he was deliberately ignoring it, and even associated it with the picture.The rustling sound was the sound of fabric being peeled off and thrown under the bed, sticky and ambiguous kissing sounds, followed by all kinds of unbearable to extreme chorus sounds.

Liu Sizhe is worthy of being an ambitious artist who wants to develop in three places. His voice is cadenced, sweet and charming.

"Ah, Mr. Ji... well, hurry up... I'm going to die..."

Song Bai wanted to cover his ears tightly, but because one hand was handcuffed, he couldn't completely isolate those voices.

Liu Sizhe is really amazing, Ji Suiyun tossed him for so long, he can still cry out in a clear and tireless voice, with a little wet crying, it is extremely comfortable.

"Mr. Ji...um...it hurts me, hurry up..."

Song Bai was a little dazed, he was very sick, but he could only retch a few times because his stomach was empty, he was still a little puzzled, the bed was shaking so loudly, Ji Suiyun was so strong, Liu Sizhe could really be so ecstatic. Is it comfortable? Ji Suiyun said that he was as immobile as a dead fish, so he brought Liu Sizhe home so he could learn it?

Song Bai stuffed his arm into his mouth and bit down hard, the bloody smell gradually filled his mouth, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

Endless humiliation and disgust.He thought, he had never seen such a disgusting person as Ji Suiyun again.

After Ji Suiyun vented for the last time, he hugged the person in his arms tightly and lay on the bed. His kiss was very gentle, without any lust, and seemed to be mixed with some gentle comfort. He leaned close to Liu Sizhe's ear, his voice was very soft Qing: "Ninny, don't blame me, I know I was wrong..."

"Ninny, don't ignore me..."

"I apologize to you, I beg you on my knees..."

Liu Sizhe knew that Ji Suiyun was definitely not talking to him, but it didn't stop him from wondering who Ji Suiyun could be so gentle and humble to.

When Liu Sizhe went to the bathroom to tidy up, he was startled as soon as he turned on the light. He saw the man in handcuffs with blood on his arms, and was stunned for a long time: "Why are you here?"

Song Bai didn't have the strength to react.

Liu Sizhe didn't shy away from him at all, and casually wiped off the white liquid flowing down his slender legs with a tissue.He was also wearing Ji Suiyun's loose shirt.

"I said you are miserable enough, how did you offend Mr. Ji?" Liu Sizhe saw the bruises on Song Bai's neck, and said with some disdain: "I don't want any man who treats you well, I have to come here to be a bitch."