The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

After one night, the little boy was almost tortured to the point of losing half his life.

He was covered in blood, with large and small scars all over his body, and the high-intensity abuse left him with a high fever.

If the general manager of the club hadn't discovered it in time and sent him to the hospital, he might have died at this young age.

People in the circle say that Mr. Wei is a perfect and wealthy sponsor who cannot be met or asked for. Why does his personality change when he comes to him?

There are more wounds on the body.

Other colleagues in the high-end club who didn't know the inside story were envious and began to talk in private, saying that the little boy was a born vixen and was shameless, making Mr. Wei unable to get out of bed.

Because after that day, Wei Jin would come to the club every other week to vent to the little boys.

At first, Zheng Yishu was happy and timid, thinking that the rich second generation of a top wealthy family had taken a fancy to him, and that he was not far away from becoming a successful person.

But slowly, he saw through the truth.

The other person likes the back-to-back position, never face to face, rarely kisses, and only cares about venting regardless of his feelings...

All signs indicate that Young Master Wei doesn't like him, and he is just a substitute.

Only when the critical point was reached, Young Master Wei reluctantly turned over his body, covered the lower half of his face with his hands, and stared into his eyes to vent his anger.

It's like looking at another person through a pair of eyes.

The little boy raised his hand to touch his bright peach blossom eyes, with a wry smile on his lips.

Just the similarity in eyes is enough to make the young master worth over 100 million lose his temper and become so crazy. If he were here, he would be so enchanting.

I don’t know which young master from a wealthy family could make Young Master Wei obsessed with him so much.

But the top class...

It's not something that an ordinary person like him who lives underground can come into contact with.

The little boy silently endured the rough actions of the person behind him, even his wrists were bitten without making a sound. Young Wei was handsome and personable, and he was the dream boy of countless people.

He is no exception. Even if the other party is cruel and has many tricks, his heart will always skip a beat when he sees those affectionate eyes.

Perhaps because of the nestling complex, Zheng Yishu had unspeakable thoughts towards the passionate Young Master Wei, and at the same time, he felt an inexplicable hostility toward the sweetheart of Young Master Wei whom he had never met.

Hey.

How beautiful do you have to be to be remembered by Young Master Wei? He had never seen it with his own eyes, so he was inevitably a little reluctant.

Zheng Yishu thought she would never be able to see the Bai Yueguang who fascinated Wei Shao, but she accidentally bumped into her one day.

The location is in the corridor of this club.

Colleagues were very jealous of his ability to cling to Jin's thighs, so they formed groups to exclude him, and left all the messy tasks to him alone.

Zheng Yishu was just a boy who was new to society and didn't know how to resist. Coupled with his dull temper, he had no choice but to accept those difficult tasks in silence.

Everything that his colleagues didn't want to do was put on his shoulders, euphemistically saying that he was young and needed more exercise.

For example, right now, he needs to deliver drinks to a certain sadistic boss in the VIP box.

Because time was tight, Zheng Yishu hurried on with a drink in hand, hoping to deliver the things to the box on time.

In a panic, he didn't pay attention at the corner and accidentally bumped into someone. The club implements a membership system, and those who can enter this place are either rich or noble and cannot be offended.

"Sorry, sorry, you didn't..."

Drinks were spilled on the floor, but Zheng Yishu couldn't care less about those trivial matters and apologized hurriedly, waiting for him to straighten up and look at the person who was hit.

He was stunned.

One glance, just one glance, made him stunned, and he couldn't relax for a long time.

Zheng Yishu thought that her face was perfect enough, pure and pitiful, and most likely to attract the love of men.

Unexpectedly, there was someone more innocent and seductive than him.

Not pretentious or coy, but natural and unintentional exuding a cold sense of alienation, with willow eyebrows and peach eyes, a beautiful nose and red lips.

For the first time, Zheng Yishu realized what the indistinguishable beauty of male and female was. The boy in front of him, who was about the same age as him, had very white skin, like a high-grade pearl.

Simple light-colored casual clothes are worn by teenagers to give them a youthful and elegant temperament.

Pure to the extreme is a seductive style.

Young Master Wei had never mentioned that person in front of him, but for some reason, Zheng Yishu recognized the young man at the first sight that this person was Bai Yueguang, whom Young Master Wei had been asking for.

A pair of peach blossom eyes are not stained by fine dust.

As the college entrance examination was approaching, in order to commemorate their high school days, the young masters and princesses in the class collectively organized a banquet in the club.

The organizers were Wei Jin and Lu Qiuxue, who had the most powerful family backgrounds, and they jointly planned this commemorative banquet.

The gilded invitation was sent to Song Jiu, and then he saw the sender bypassing Lu Lie and passing the invitation to other students.

There were no expressions on the faces of my deskmates, and the speed of answering questions didn’t stop at all.

Song Jiu pinched the very high-end invitation letter in his hand, stood up, and returned it to the sender: "I still want to take tutoring, so I won't go. You can go."

He didn't know who the organizer was, so he accepted it thinking it was a class party. The original purpose was for Lu Lie to try to overcome the barriers with other classmates and make some friends.

Since Lu Lie didn't receive the invitation, there was no need for him to go.

The sender of the letter was the loser next to Wei Jin. Hearing this, his face was slightly flustered: "What's wrong? It's just a class activity. The whole class has to go. What if Master Song doesn't go?"

Song Jiu glanced at his deskmate next to him, his lips pursed and he hesitated to speak. Finally, the sender gritted his teeth and reluctantly gave Lu Lie an invitation letter, and the young man agreed.

It was said to be a class activity, but in fact, only twelve or three people actually got invitations. But even if you come, you can’t offend the organizer.

When some second-generation rich people saw someone following them, their expressions changed immediately. They wanted to get up and leave, but were silenced by Wei Jin's look, so they had to touch their noses and sit back in frustration.

Those who received invitations and arrived at the scene all had a clear purpose. The students wore masks to talk, make connections, or flatter.

A nice banquet turned into a business banquet.

Song Jiu couldn't stand this false atmosphere, so he and Lu Lie left the box to take a breather on the excuse of going to the toilet.

At that time, he was discussing the test direction with Lu Lie, and he didn't notice the corner, so he bumped into another person.

The other person was wearing the standard uniform of a waiter, and his drink fell to pieces on the floor.

"Are you okay? Did you get scratched by the shards of glass?"

After Song Jiu stood firm in Lu Lie's arms, he held Lu Lie's strong arm and immediately checked whether there were any wounds on the waiter's body.

After seeing someone apologize and look at me blankly without any reaction, I thought the other person had some hidden problem.

Song Jiu led the little boy to a safe location and raised his hand to ask the floor cleaning staff to clean up the broken glass.

"It doesn't matter, I'm not injured. I'll compensate you for how much your drink costs." Song Jiu asked patiently, looking over.

The waiter in front of me is good-looking, with a somewhat immature look on her face. She must be working part-time to earn pocket money. Her work clothes are washed white, and her family situation is obviously not good.

It's not easy to work part-time, so Song Jiu didn't want to embarrass others, so he offered to bear all the compensation.

Zheng Yishu saw the faint worry in the other person's eyes, and laughed sarcastically in her heart. It turned out that the person that Wei Shao cared about was so clean and untainted by the world.

One look and you can tell that he is well protected by his family and has not suffered any hardship.

He is not from the same world at all.

There is no comparison.

With mist in his eyes, Zheng Yishu blinked and his nails clenched the flesh of his palms. Since someone was willing to take the risk, of course he agreed.

He opened his mouth and reported a series of numbers.

At this time, Zheng Yishu noticed that there was a tall and handsome boy standing next to the boy, with superior facial features and an expressionless face.

The street stall goods on my body just give off the feeling of a big brand.

The boy stood delicately and kept a protective posture to carefully protect the boy, for fear that his skin would be scratched by the glass fragments.

As if aware of his gaze, the man suddenly raised his eyelids, his sharp gaze making Zheng Yishu's heart skip a beat and his legs almost weakened.

Another ruthless big shot.