Dangerous game

"Mister is back—"

The housekeeper, Uncle Zhong, was waiting outside. He saw the approaching car clearly from a distance, so he sent someone to the kitchen to help with cooking. Even though he was young, he had to follow the custom in a decent way. He took care of it when he woke up in the morning. Akun: The dumpling skin should be thin and the filling should be full. Divide the dipping sauce into two dishes, one dish is lighter, and the other dish is full of chili sauce and vinegar.

In the kitchen, a few helpful servants asked Ah Kun who the man brought back by the husband was.They have been here for a short time and have never seen Jiangbei before. Akun is different. He has been here for seven or eight years.

"Booty! People's affairs, what are you asking so much about?" Akun put the wrapped dumplings into the pot in batches, the boiling water bubbled, and the dumplings sank into the bottom of the pot one by one.

"I'm in a hurry, let's talk about it, so we don't have to guess all the time."

Akun put the lid on the pot and prepared to wrap the remaining dumpling wrappers, "I heard from people in the past that I seem to have grown up with my husband. I don't know the details, but I just remember that." Men love to eat sweets, so whenever he came, my husband would ask me to make some snacks."

One of them just smiled, his eyes were sly and bright, "If you grow up together, you're a 'child bride'."

"Don't talk nonsense, people are men, what 'child bride'!"

"Didn't you hear what Miss Zhang, who cleaned the room, said, the floor is full of toilet paper, what else can you do at night..."

The butler appeared at the door of the kitchen at some point, with a serious face, not angry and majestic. The rest of the people held their breath for a moment, busying themselves with their own affairs. A Ling, who was laughing the most just now, was called out by Uncle Zhong alone.

"Go to the second floor and wipe the windowsill and the floor, so there can't be any dust left."

"Okay, okay." A Ling panicked.

"I'll pay you my salary in a few days, and you won't have to come here after the next year."

"Uncle Zhong, I won't dare next time..."

Uncle Zhong couldn't rub the sand in his eyes, he was just a small punishment today, lest anyone gossip in the future, he glanced at the kitchen again at the end, the warning was strong, everyone kept silent, and dared not speak nonsense anymore.

The farce here ended, and Shen Munan and the others came quickly. Uncle Zhong cheerfully told them that Xiaonian ate dumplings, and Jiangbei let out an "ah".

"What?" Shen Munan flirted with him, took off his overcoat by the way, and handed it to the servant beside him.

"I ate the wontons this morning, and I ate them outside."

The butler was comprehensive and said with a smile, "Then let's order something. I'll let the kitchen do it now."

Jiang Bei didn't want to trouble anyone, so he waved his hands again and again: "It's okay, I'll just eat dumplings, I didn't get full anyway from the morning meal."

Shen Munan ignored Jiang Bei, and quietly ordered the housekeeper: "Get three dishes and one soup. The traditional Chinese medicine will be fried according to yesterday's dose."

"it is good."

"It's terribly bitter. If you drink it, will it strengthen your body or what?" Jiangbei Da Lala lay on the sofa, holding up his mobile phone to play Doudizhu, muttering: "Why don't you come and try..."

The man's face was still inconspicuous, and even if he was smiling, he would not let others see it. Jiang Bei felt bored and turned his face completely towards the back of the sofa.

"When the medicine is ready, share half with me. I'll try it." Shen Munan said suddenly.

Jiang Bei didn't have time to speak, because a WeChat message popped up - [Brother Jiang Bei, if you help me one last time, they will kill me. ]

Jiang Beizheng sat up, swiped his fingers lightly, hesitated for a moment, and finally clicked "Delete".A Dou who can't help, no matter how many times he helps, he won't have a long memory.

"Dinglingling——" Zhou Yang's phone rang immediately.

Jiang Bei didn't answer it in a daze, thinking about the two million yuan he had paid for his debts. The money was originally reserved for buying a house. Before Zhou Ming was alive, it was in the bank and saved for almost two years. Then there was nothing.

"Why didn't you answer?" Shen Munan was puzzled.

Jiang Bei pressed answer, and then pressed the volume button a few times to turn the call volume down to the lowest level.

"Brother Jiangbei, they tricked me into going there. I, I couldn't help it. I promise it's the last time. Help me find a way."

"Don't call me again." Jiang Bei hung up the phone, then turned off the phone, and the screen suddenly went black.

"Whose phone number?"

Jiang Bei stood up, and said behind the man's back, "Oh, someone who sells the house must have leaked my information, and now the whole world knows that I got rich and rich."

Of course, Shen Munan would not believe Jiang Bei's words, he tore off his tie, and went upstairs with the sound of leather shoes kicking.

At noon, Jiang Bei didn't have much appetite. He only ate half a bowl of rice. The man didn't force him this time. As usual, he would definitely force him to drink a bowl of soup.

"I'm going upstairs to take a nap, you eat slowly." Jiang Bei put down his chopsticks, and when he felt guilty, he pressed a kiss on the man's cheek and said, "I wiped my mouth."

The man's face remained unchanged, he paused slightly with his chopsticks hand, and suddenly grabbed Jiang Bei's neck with his other hand, forcing him to look at him, his eyes sparkling and intertwined, as if a fire was gradually ignited in the water.

"Well……"

The servants turned their faces away one after another, and Jiang Bei's hand on the man's chest gradually relaxed.

It's not a wooden person, it will react more or less.

After some tossing, the man went to the study to deal with the company's affairs. He has been very busy recently and often worked overtime at two or three o'clock at night. Jiang Bei was not happy to go upstairs to sleep, so he found an excuse to buy new year's goods and went out.

Zhou Yang's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he was wearing a dilapidated cotton jacket. He looked like a homeless desperado.

"have you eaten?"

Zhou Yang shook his head, his mouth was covered with sparse stubble, like a beggar.

"Let's go, I'll take you to dinner first."

Jiang Bei invited him to eat a bowl of beef noodles, and then led him to cut his hair and buy clothes. The whole set cost a lot of money.Jiang Bei also wanted to understand that Zhou Yang came to collect debts for his brother, to collect the unjust debt he owed in Yangjian.

The rental house has been unoccupied recently. Ouyang Xiaocong went home to celebrate the New Year, and Jiang Bei put him in his room. Zhou Yang probably was exhausted these days and didn't have a good rest. He fell asleep when he saw the bed. grunted.

What he owed this time was not a small amount, a full 130 million, enough for him to work hard for ten years without eating or drinking. Jiang Bei pinched his phone and thought of everyone he could think of.

No, among his friends, no one can offer 130 million at once.

He had no choice but to go to Chen Xinyu. The man probably spoke softly and drunk after the fierce battle, and his nasal voice was a bit heavy.

"Can you lend me some money?" Jiang Bei said on the phone.

"Why use it? Zhou Yang?"

"130 million, I will find a way to pay you back in the future, I, I will help you find that proposal."

"Who is it..." There was a woman's charming voice on the phone, followed by Yingying's whimpering.

Chen Xinyu reluctantly broke away from the gentle village, panting heavily for a while, his nasal voice was still heavy, "Why don't you ask Shen Munan to borrow it, he is much richer than me."

"I don't want to bother him."

"Trouble? Aren't you going to marry him? How can that be called trouble? If you ask him to borrow money, you don't have to pay it back. Just wait on him in bed..."

Jiang Bei put down the phone weakly, grabbed a teacup and threw it at Zhou Yang. The sleeping man was awakened, and his two bloodshot eyes looked at Jiang Bei in fear, "Brother, I'm sorry..."

"Why aren't you hacked to death! Get out, don't sleep in my house, get out!"

"Brother, I don't dare anymore..." Zhou Yang shrank like a mouse.

Jiang Bei went completely crazy. He dug out the box in the closet, took out the Macintosh and two red books, and threw them at Zhou Yang, "Take it away! It's all your brother's broken things!"

Zhou Yang scrambled and left the rental house. The few things lay dingy on the floor, dead as if the lights had gone out. Jiang Bei knelt on the ground and stared at the two little red books absently, his eyes ached.

Chen Xinyu took a cigarette, walked naked to the window of the hotel, and put his mobile phone to his ear lazily, "Your daughter-in-law borrowed money from me to lend it to her brother-in-law, 130 million, not much."

There was a pause at the other end, and the voice was hoarse, "Did you help him?"

"Of course I didn't. I asked him to go back and ask you to borrow it. Heh, your wife is really stupid. You still think that I am on the same front with him. Oh, by the way, he said today that he would help me find out about your company." .”

Chen Xinyu made it clear that he was following others, he shook the soot, and continued: "Munan, my brother seems to know that I am behind the scenes."

The man was always calm, "Don't worry, Chen Lianyu won't make trouble."

In the evening, Shen Munan hugged Jiang Bei and did it once, almost firmly embedded in the opponent's body, Jiang Bei trembled violently, his thin bones crumbling under the creaking of the bed board.

The bowl of traditional Chinese medicine, cold and hot, hot and cold again, repeated several times, tossing from the afternoon until now, before being held in the man's hand.

"Drink the medicine."

Jiang Bei curled up, the quilt pulled up over his head, the warm yellow light from a wall lamp on one side hit his little curly hair, making him feel a little pitiful.

"Be obedient, drink the medicine first." The man repeated again, his voice much softer than before.

Jiang Bei probably thought that the limit of willfulness had come to an end, and he couldn't disobey Shen Munan all the time, so he quickly got out of the quilt, leaned against the bed and half sat up, took the bowl of medicine and drank it all down.

"It's still very bitter." Jiang Bei frowned, and handed back the half bowl of medicine left to the man, "Didn't you want to taste it?"

The air was filled with the fishy smell of lust, the light in the room was dimly lit, and the two of them spoke quietly, it sounded like a coquettish love talk between ears and temples.

"Bitter?"

"It's okay." Shen Munan pursed his lips, without showing any discomfort, "Go to the bathroom and wash up."

"I don't want to wash anymore," Jiang Bei lazily collapsed and closed the quilt, "I'm going to sleep like this today."

Then his eyes stared straight at the man, "You don't think I'm dirty, do you?"

Shen Munan was silent for a while, and started another topic, "Have you bought the New Year's goods yet?"

Jiang Bei's smile pierced his eyes, and his acting skills became more and more proficient, "Just wander around, there are too many people in the supermarket, so I bought a box of sesame oil and delivered it to my aunt's house during the Chinese New Year."

Shen Munan didn't answer, his deep eyes paused for a few seconds on Jiang Bei's body, he was waiting for his little lover to tell him about today's events, or he could just ask to borrow money, but Jiang Bei slowly closed his eyes, and put his right hand on his eyelid Rub-knead vigorously, probably because I am really sleepy.

"The medicine is so bitter, I won't drink it tomorrow..." After Jiangbei said these words, his breathing gradually became sweeter, and the last layer of mask was finally removed from the face that was acting in every possible way.

Shen Munan stared at that innocent and harmless sleeping face for a long time, there was tenderness in his eyes that he had never noticed.

Jiang Bei was not asleep, and had a dream in a daze. In the dream, Zhou Yang was hacked to death by a debt collector, and blood leaked profusely...

He woke up suddenly, gasping for breath, his eyes wide open, he reached for his mobile phone and saw that he had only slept for 10 minutes, the light in the bathroom was still on, and the sound of splashing water in the bath was soft and dense. into his eardrums.

He turned over several times intermittently, the man came out wrapped in a bath towel, the hot air from the bathroom was still sticking to his tight body, the inverted triangle formed by years of exercise was not as prominent as a muscular man, even if he took off his clothes , also has a gentlemanly scholarly temperament, but it cannot make people ignore the solid strength in his body.

"Not asleep yet?"

"I had a dream and woke up again." Jiang Bei replied vaguely.

Shen Munan didn't say anything, and took out a soaked hot towel from the bathroom, lifted a corner of the quilt, and gently wiped the remnants of the bed for the little lover.

"Go to sleep." The voice was extremely low.

Jiangbei is a dog with a good nose. He smelled the smell of tobacco, stretched out an arm from under the quilt and grabbed the man, "Are you smoking?"

Shen Munan pursed his lips and said nothing, just nodded, the darkness in his eyes was enough to swallow Jiangbei.

"Didn't I tell you to stop smoking?"

Shen Munan laughed a little, as if coaxing a child, he disarmed and surrendered, "I won't smoke next time."

"When did you never say that?" Jiang Bei drooped his eyelashes, a thick shadow appeared in the eye socket, and smacked his lips mischievously, "It's still bitter, so boring..."

Shen Munan put on his clothes and left the room, and came back after a while. He also lay down on the bed, and then there was the sound of peeling off the plastic paper.

"Open your mouth." The man ordered.

Jiang Bei opened his eyes and opened his mouth wide. A piece of chocolate fell into his mouth, and the sweetness and greasyness melted away by the warmth of his mouth.

"Go to the kitchen to get it." The man explained casually.

"I see. Ah Kun used it to make chocolate cakes."

"You're the only one who is smart." In the darkness, Shen Munan seemed to have a very shallow laugh, "Go to sleep."

Jiang Bei smacked the candy in his mouth, and curled up under the man's neck peacefully, and the two of them stuck together tightly.

When I woke up the next day, there was a black card on the bedside table, with a note in handsome handwriting underneath——

"The password is your birthday, what do you want for breakfast, let Ah Kun make it for you, I'm going to work."

The author has something to say: Zha Gong still loves his wife very much, sweet or not~