I got married with a big star contract in the world of dog blood

After Song Xuejing finished speaking, there was no movement behind him.

Is he asking too much?

Song Xuejing has no idea about money, he only knows that fried chicken costs ten yuan or two thousand.

Song Xuejing clenched her palms tightly, pursed her lips and said, "Fifty, fifty thousand?"

Still no response.

Or is it too high?

Staying in a confined space with strangers for a long time, Song Xuejing almost suffocated.

He thought about it seriously, and then dropped to a figure that he thought should be reasonable: "Two thousand?"

Pausing for a second, Song Xuejing added in a low voice: "Give me the money, and I will pretend that what happened yesterday didn't happen..."

The strong breath of mint approached unexpectedly.

Song Xuejing's heart skipped a beat in vain, and she turned her head and hit the bridge of the man's nose directly.

"..."

The silky satin was almost torn by Song Xuejing's ten fingers.

The warm breath sprayed to the tip of Song Xuejing's nose, his body was so stiff that he did not move, his eyes drooped down, not daring to look at each other.

Lu Yan stared at Song Xuejing intently.

At the end of the left eye, there is a very pale red mole that cannot be found unless you get close.

It's him?

The memory of half a month ago flashed before Lu Yan's eyes.

On the plane to the last concert, the concert sponsor sitting next to him kept rubbing against his legs intentionally or unintentionally, so he found a reason to change seats with the assistant in the economy class.

The sponsor followed nonchalantly to the economy class.

Lu Yan was upset, so he simply got up and went to the bathroom to avoid it.

I was closing my eyes and resting my mind when someone knocked on the door.

"Please, may I ask...can you quickly..."

The volume was ridiculously low, Lu Yan opened the door, but before he could see clearly, the people outside the door stepped back immediately, wishing they could just plant their heads on the ground, the volume was even lower than before: "Thank you."

Lu Yan glanced, but couldn't see the facial features, only a slender, snow-white neck, and a very pale red tear mole in the left eye.

Such a unique tear mole and skin color, it is difficult to be the same.

Lu Yan's lips were a little dry, and his voice was low and hoarse: "What's your name?"

It was routine for him to be drugged.

From singing in the bar to becoming popular in his debut, men and women who want to climb his bed have never stopped.

This time the assistant driver was bribed at the same time, and finally got a trick.

Knowing that someone else bought the assistant driver, Lu Yan had no idea why they changed.

Song Xuejing felt uncomfortable and wanted to leave immediately. Hearing Lu Yan's words, he stepped back and shook his head imperceptibly: "We don't need to exchange names."

Surprise flashed in Lu Yan's eyes, and he regained his composure for a moment: "How did you get into the room?"

This time, Song Xuejing's volume was too low to be heard.

Lu Yan directly raised Song Xuejing's face: "Speak up, listen..."

It was bright day, and the sunlight passed through the gaps in the roses, rushing to fall on the young man's face.

The thick and trembling long eyelashes were coated with a thin layer of gold, and the skin seemed to be broken with a little force.

And, the black and bright star pupils.

The two faces were almost touching each other, and Song Xuejing's eyes were full of panic. He closed his eyes subconsciously, and said it again loudly: "I went to the wrong room!"

After a brief absence, Lu Yan's eyes darkened, and he looked at Song Xuejing thoughtfully: "Wrong?"

Song Xuejing silently moved her face back, and although her volume was low, she clearly explained what happened last night: "The elevator failed, I picked up the wrong room card for someone else, he answered the phone and left, but he didn't find it."

Lu Yan stopped answering the call, and after a few seconds, he let go of Song Xuejing's chin: "Bring me a phone to make a call."

Song Xuejing's eyes were slightly opened, and in the blurred light and shadow, he saw the man's face clearly for the first time.

young and handsome.

Song Xuejing whispered, "It's in the schoolbag at the door."

Lu Yan turned over and got out of bed.

He was wearing a shirt on his upper body, and only a pair of underwear on his lower body. Song Xuejing pulled up the high quilt, and quietly covered his face under it.

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Lu Yan only had his clothes left, and the assistant cleared away the rest.

He walked to the door and saw Song Xuejing's schoolbag.

The black backpack placed behind the door stood at the same height as the door lock, and it was still bulging.

Lu Yan bent down and opened the schoolbag chain, click, first a bag of beef fell out, followed by a lot of packaged snacks rolled out one after another.

If it wasn't for a work number plate, anyone would think that Song Xuejing was the little boss who came to buy goods.

Lu Yan picked up the job number plate, and it was written in block letters as beautiful as a young man's pretty face - Song Xuejing, the Second Institute of Aerospace Power.

Lu Yan put back his work number plate and continued to search.

Two minutes later, he finally found the mobile phone in a bag of torn snacks.

A simple old machine.

Lu Yan was silent for a moment, and dialed Jiang Xing's phone. When talking on the phone, Lu Yan couldn't help looking at Song Xuejing.

Song Xuejing was buried under the quilt and remained motionless for several minutes, like a sculpture.

On the phone, Jiang Xing was so anxious that his throat was spitting fire: "Lu Yan, you think my heart is too healthy, don't you! The phone didn't work all night! Why didn't you go home and go to Wanhu Hotel! I got the news, now he Mom, more than a dozen paparazzi took pictures of you staying with a man for a night! If it is exposed, you will be a pure female single male college student! What the hell are you doing!"

Lu Yan remained calm and kept looking at Song Xuejing.

After Jiang Xing finished roaring, he said lightly: "It's nothing, I'm getting married."

Jiang Xing: "..."

Lu Yan hung up the phone. There were ready-made paper and pens in his schoolbag. He wrote the agreement, walked back to the bed and handed it to Song Xuejing: "Sign it."

Song Xuejing pulled the quilt lightly, revealing a pair of nervous flickering black eyes.

Soon, he read the words on the paper clearly.

marriage agreement?marriage agreement? ?

In this world, same-sex marriages can be registered, and Lin Youzhuo and Lu Qi got married.

Song Xuejing would rather he had hallucinations.

"what?"

Holding the last trace of self-deception, he hoped that Lu Yan would give another answer.

However, the man's thin lips spat out words that made him despair: "marriage agreement."

Song Xuejing didn't understand, was the price he raised unreasonable?Why do you still run in the direction of dog blood...

He summoned up the courage to make a last struggle: "I don't need you to be responsible."

Lu Yan: "I need you to be responsible. If you walk out of this door, the whole world will know that I was slept by you."

Song Xuejing couldn't understand Lu Yan's words. The only thing she understood was the world of dog blood, and it was difficult to stay away from dog blood.

Song Xuejing didn't plan to negotiate with the man anymore.

He lowered his head: "I need to think about it. You take a shower first, and then we talk about it."

Lu Yan put the marriage agreement on the bedside table, went into the bathroom, and soon there was the sound of water.

Song Xuejing immediately let go of the quilt, quickly got dressed, hugged his schoolbag tightly, and ran away without looking back.

Song Xuejing ran out of the hotel. It was past eight o'clock in the morning, and the sun was shining brightly, warming her body.

Song Xuejing's legs were trembling, his skin was extremely white, and he was in extreme pain at the moment, and his complexion didn't make any difference. Only he knew that there was an unspeakable place that hurt more than his operation.

Worried that Lu Yan would catch up, Song Xuejing took a taxi and asked the driver to drive for an hour before finding a pharmacy to buy medicine.

Song Xuejing didn't know what ointment to buy, so she lingered on the medicine shelf for a long time, and took a box of topical painkiller ointment.

When checking out, the cashier stared at Song Xuejing's neck and couldn't help but ask, "Do you need help?"

Song Xuejing was shocked, shook her head with guilt, paid the money hastily and left.

Song Xuejing was going back to the research institute in the afternoon, so he didn't have time to go home to wash up, so he bought another set of clothes and found a nearby hotel to check in.

While taking a shower, Song Xuejing was finally able to check herself.

There is no intact skin on his body, and there are deep and shallow red marks on his neck.

The cashier just saw the red marks...

Song Xuejing raised her hand and wiped her eyes vigorously. After taking the medicine, she went out of the bathroom and took out plasters. A large sheet was pasted on each side of her neck to cover the red marks, and then she went to the research institute.

He was silent and socially awkward, and no one noticed his anomaly at all.

Song Xuejing secretly heaved a sigh of relief and got into work.

I didn't feel it when I was working, but after the work was over, Song Xuejing felt very uncomfortable where the ointment was applied.

He looked around quietly and found that there was no one in the office, so he got up and ran to the bathroom.

After entering the cubicle to deal with it, Song Xuejing stared blankly at the door and didn't move for a while.

Suddenly the door trembled, and someone asked outside: "Teacher Song, are you okay?"

Song Xuejing didn't answer.

Outside the door is another dog blood.

Some time ago, a 22-year-old summer intern came to the institute and came to him every few minutes to ask about his job.

Go to the cafeteria for lunch, and the next second the intern will sit next to him.

On the subway after get off work, he fell asleep, someone stroked his head, he opened his eyes, the intern looked down at him and smiled: "Mr. Song, the next station is home."

……

Every day, interns would appear around Song Xuejing.

Even going to the toilet is no exception.

"Mr. Song, did something happen to you?" The knock on the door became urgent, "Mr. Song, I'm coming in..."

The compartment door opened.

Song Xuejing bowed his head and went out: "I'm fine." He missed the intern and walked to the sink, washing his hands silently.

The gaze from behind became more and more fierce.

Not long after, the young man let out a "Hey" and walked to Song Xuejing's side, staring down at Song Xuejing's neck: "Teacher, you suffer..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

Shan Gu stared at the traces on the edge of the plaster, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually disappeared.

Seeing that there was no sound, Song Xuejing walked quickly without wiping off the water on her hands.

As soon as he got to the door, Shan Gu took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand to grab Song Xuejing's arm: "Mr. Song, please date me."

When his skin was touched, Song Xuejing suddenly felt a strong sense of nausea, and a sour taste rose from his throat.

Song Xuejing withdrew her hand and left without looking back: "Sorry."

Shan Gu didn't chase after this time, he looked at Song Xuejing's back, and shouted unconvinced: "I won't give up, I like you, the first time we met!"

Song Xuejing stepped faster, and her face became more and more ugly.

He didn't go back to the office and left the institute directly.

I usually take the subway.

Just as she got on the subway, Song Xuejing suddenly turned her head.

There were only a few people in the waiting area, and no one looked at him.

Is he too nervous today?

Song Xuejing secretly bit her lower lip, the departure station was full of vacancies, but he didn't sit, he stood at the door, the subway door was closed, and a pale and feeble face was reflected on the glass.

Song Xuejing's eyes fell on the plaster around his neck.

This accident should be over, right?

At the same time, hot searches on all social platforms exploded.

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The author says:

感谢在2022-07-1704:01:33-2022-07-1721:51:16期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, 10 bottles of gleaming wood; 5 bottles of Atlantic warm current er; 1 bottle of chestnut Ali;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!