Yan Gou

Cengo still believed that Jiang Bailu was lying, and pressed the man on the bed at night to do it hard, and then quietly leaned against the head of the bed, watching Jiang Bailu take a shower and leave by himself.However, he glanced at his face several times out of the corner of his eye, like a parent picking on a worthless child, not letting go of any slight change of expression on his face.

Just waiting for him to lose his temper.

However, Jiang Bailu was more calm than he expected.Ordinary people are struggling from extravagance to frugality, but Jiang Bailu never complained, nor did he ever mention asking Cengo to send him home.Ceng Ge ignored it, and sent a text message to the other party on time when he got home in the middle of the night.

But after that, when I passed by the door of the side bedroom, I caught a glimpse of the side sleeper that had recovered to only one mattress, and asked pretending to be puzzled: "A few days ago, I saw a bed inside. Has your friend come to live here?"

What he got in return was Cengo's cold shave and black face reprimand: "What are you looking at, why don't you come here?"

Jiang Bailu walked over to take off his shoes and went to bed, but he didn't lie down immediately, nor did he straighten up and sit on Cengo's lap, but leaned on the bedside and played with his mobile phone.

Cengo raised his eyelids to urge him.

Jiang Bailu said perfunctorily, but his eyes seemed to be engrossed, and he never moved away from the phone screen.

Cen Ge didn't bother to speak, he stretched out his arm to grab the cell phone in his hand, glanced down at the screen, and a wanted post issued by the local police came into view.The man paused when he touched the lock screen button, and subconsciously glanced at the Weibo content a few more times.

Jiang Bailu leaned over, his chin resting on the opponent's strong shoulder naturally, and added: "It seems to be a case of a robber killing in a downtown area a few days ago, and the murderer is still at large."

Cengo pushed his face away unmoved, and warned him: "Remember what you said yourself, don't do these dirty tricks to me."

After finishing speaking, he threw Jiang Bailu's mobile phone to the bedside, turned off the light in the bedroom, and took advantage of the light moonlight shining through the cracks in the curtains to peel off his clothes skillfully.

Jiang Bailu reached out to the other party's chest and lower abdomen very cooperatively, and after a while, accompanied by the slight shaking of the big bed, low gasps sounded in the darkness, and on the wall where the moonlight fell, there were overlapping figures Swaying and undulating.

At 11:30 p.m., Jiang Bailu left Cengo's house on time.There was a sound of closing the door at the entrance. Cengo opened the bedside drawer, took out the lighter and the cigarette case, lit a cigarette and held it between his fingers, got up and went to sit in the study, and opened the notebook that was not shut down a few hours ago and was still running computer, and began to browse the work reports sent by the company's subordinates.

It's not that he was so busy that after having sex with Jiang Bailu, he still had to work overtime to handle company affairs.At least a week ago, the two of them finished their work on the bed and immediately covered themselves with blankets and lay down to sleep.

Since Jiang Bailu stopped staying overnight and insisted on sending him text messages every night after returning home, although Cen Ge didn't bother to click on it most of the time, he unconsciously developed the habit of getting up and working after the other party left. hours of habit.

This point, even the man himself feels inexplicable.

But tonight, the passage of time seemed a bit too long.The number of cigarette butts in the ashtray was almost doubled, but there was no movement from the mobile phone that he casually threw at the edge of the field of view.

Cen Ge finally ran out of patience, grabbed the phone with the screen facing down on the table, and when his eyes fell on the time in bold and enlarged lock screen, he froze suddenly.

At this moment, the time on the phone is displayed as one o'clock in the morning.It was a full three or ten minutes later than the time I received the text message last night, but there was no reminder of any unread text messages in the notification bar.

He subconsciously turned his gaze to the computer, exited the full-screen office software, and looked at the time on the display bar in the lower right corner of the computer——

It was still exactly one o'clock in the morning.

The Weibo content on Jiang Bailu's mobile phone involuntarily appeared in his mind, Cengo moved his fingertips slightly, and clicked into the inbox of the text message.The red dot indicating the reminder of unread messages stays brightly on the upper left side of Jiang Bailu's name.The slightly tense outline softened unconsciously, and he opened Jiang Bailu's unread messages.

But in the next second, when he saw the date of receipt, he frowned——

It was an unread text message from yesterday morning.

The man stood up suddenly, and the swivel chair under him made a dull sound on the floor.Cen Ge came back to his senses, put down his phone expressionlessly, turned around and went into the bathroom, turned on the faucet above the sink, and washed his face with clean water.Then he raised his chin and glanced at his face in the mirror.

The man in the mirror also raised his eyelids, and there were no emotional ups and downs in his beautiful amber pupils.Cengo raised his hand to squeeze out shaving cream and applied it on his chin, turned on the automatic razor, and absently pushed it along the line of his chin.

When he pushed it to the middle of his chin, he closed his eyes irritably, turned off the razor and threw it into the sink, pulled off the wet towel by the wall and wiped off the shaving cream vigorously, turned around and went into the study, took the phone and started Dial Jiang Bailu's number.

The busy tone on the phone rang exactly twelve times, and then the call ended——

No one answered the phone.

Three phone calls in a row, but no one answered.Cengo's jaw was tense, and he stared at the call records on the phone with a gloomy face. He turned and went back to the master bedroom, picked up the clothes and pants that he had changed before taking a bath, put them on, grabbed the car keys on the shoe cabinet and opened the door to go out.

After going downstairs for a certain distance, he realized that he didn't know Jiang Bailu's specific home address.Cen Ge quickly walked past the brightly lit security room, and at the same time found out Yu Junlin's phone number, and the phone was attached to his ear, when a voice came from his side——

"where are you going?"

Cengo stopped suddenly, and when he pressed the call interface, he turned his head abruptly, staring at the person holding the snack box a few steps away without saying a word, his thin lips were pursed into a tight straight line.

Jiang Bailu was stunned by his gaze, and put the supper in his hand on the window sill outside the security room, and repeated what he had just said: "It's so late, where are you going?"

"Don't you know?" Cengo asked him, his chest heaved violently for a moment, strode towards him, put his hand into his pocket almost rudely and forcefully, took out his mobile phone, and pointed at the phone on it. Silent mode and three missed calls, with sharp eyes asking, "Don't you know where I'm going?"

Jiang Bailu pursed his lips and turned to look at him, "You want to find me?"

Cengo pursed his lips and remained silent.

Jiang Bailu looked at him without blinking, "Why are you looking for me? Because you are worried about me? But why are you worried about me? Because every night before today, I will send you a text message to report that you are safe, but The only thing that didn't post today?"

Jiang Bailu took a step forward, with a warm and calm expression, but his eyes were as penetrating as if he was staring straight into the depths of the man's amber eyes, "But it's not that you never reply to my text messages, or even Will you click on it?"

Cengo curled the corners of his lips, avoiding answering his question, but showing a sneer, "You plot against me."

The man stretched out his hand and picked up his collar vigorously, with a sullen look on his face, "Jiang Bailu, don't touch my bottom line again and again."

"I didn't touch your bottom line over and over again. If you hadn't kept lowering your bottom line in front of me," he frowned slightly, but his eyes seemed to be getting more and more frustrated, faintly The white light jumped up, "How can I have a second, or even a third chance to touch your bottom line?"

"Ceng Ge, people can be spoiled." The light in Jiang Bailu's eyes slowly gathered, "But if you don't get used to me, I won't be greedy and ask for more."

The man's pupils shrank slightly, and he stared at him expressionlessly, as if refusing to cooperate and avoiding, but also as if he was rarely speechless.

Jiang Bailu raised his face slightly, his eyes were harmless and soft, but what he said pierced people's hearts: "So that night, were you angry because I took your dog out without authorization, or because I ate with someone else in a couple's restaurant? ?”

The man's Adam's apple rolled slightly, his tone was filled with anger and a bit hoarse: "I've already said this, don't you have a long memory?"

Jiang Bailu lowered his eyes, like a child being reprimanded by his parents, pretending to be obedient, and still said the refuting words: "Cen Ge, your words have no credibility at all. Your dog didn't see me so close and happy when he saw you. What's more—"

His heart is like a mirror, "Besides, you don't like dogs very much."

"So," Jiang Bailu laughed as if trying to hide the urgency and anxiety in his heart, but he did not hide the expectation on his face, "Do you really not like me?"