One Hundred Ways to Become a God

Xie Shizhang's throat was tightened by this muffled groan.

He collected himself, opened the car door sideways, grabbed the young man's arm, and stuffed the young man who was obviously out of order.

It wasn't until he got into the car with him that he suddenly realized that he had brought a stranger into the car who didn't know his origin at all.

Xie Shizhang: "..."

Probably because he didn't want the young man to continue showing that alluring appearance outside, so he reflexively...

The young man sat obediently on the seat, the cheap white shirt on his body was rubbed a little crookedly, a pair of foggy peach blossom eyes looked at him blankly, and murmured: "Sir..."

The voice was light and shallow, with a vague meaning.

Xie Shizhang met his gaze, and said in a deep voice the first sentence of the night: "My surname is Xie."

The man's voice was low, with an inexplicable hoarseness for some reason, making it even more sexy. It landed on the ear like a subwoofer, making the tip of the ear feel hot.

However, upon hearing these two words from the man, He Yan continued to look dazed and his cheeks flushed, but he suddenly thumped inside.

Xie?

...This made him think of Xietu reflexively.

However, there are so many people with the surname Xie in this world, so there is no need to pay too much attention to this kind of coincidence.

So he continued to follow the man's words and said softly, "Mr. Xie."

The man whispered "um", expressing his agreement with him calling himself by this name.

Because he gave up using mental power to suppress the effect of the medicine, the heat flow had already flooded every corner of his body, making his hands and feet limp, his back slightly bent, and he leaned against the back of the back seat as if he had no bones.

The effect of the medicine was stronger than he thought.

Seeing his appearance, Xie Shizhang touched his forehead with the back of his hand.

It's a little hot, but it shouldn't be a fever.

He then asked, "Name?"

He Yan replied obediently: "Su Yao."

The man had obviously never heard of the name, and he repeated it in a low voice with a hint of hoarseness: "... Su Yao."

His lover in this life seemed to be of high status at first glance. He didn't know that a small eighteenth-tier entertainer in the entertainment industry was really normal.

He Yan's brain had already started to go numb due to the effects of the medicine, and he became even hotter when he whispered his name.

An irritability surged in his heart, he didn't want to waste any more, took the man's hand, buried his cheek in his warm palm, and called softly: "Mr. Xie..."

Xie Shizhang wanted to withdraw his hand, but the young man held it so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

It's like a very hungry little hamster grabbing the melon seeds that he finally found, with a resolute look of refusing to let go.

He frowned and asked, "Do you know what's going on with you now? Su Yao."

But the young man completely ignored his question, and only knew how to bury his increasingly hot cheeks in his palms and rub his black hair messily messed up by himself, and rested messily on his forehead.

The scorching breath exhaled by the young man sprayed on the heels of his palms, as if igniting the slowly flowing venous blood in his wrists, a stream of heat followed the blood into his chest cavity and into his heart, causing his heart to constrict.

The young man suddenly raised his head, pulled his hand down, looked at him with a pair of wet black eyes, as if begging him in a low voice, and said softly: "Mr. Xie, I am very sad..."

The man's body froze instantly, the muscles wrapped under the crisp suit suddenly tensed, and the aura of his whole body became dark and unclear.

With one hand held by the young man, he took out his mobile phone from his suit jacket with his free hand, turned on the screen, and made a call.

The phone was connected quickly, and a mature male voice came from the other end.

"Mr. Liu," he lowered his voice and said succinctly, "I have something to do at the moment, so I can't make the appointment today."

The black car that stayed at the entrance of the hotel for a short time started up again, and the body of the car flashed a dazzling reflection under the shining lights of the hotel entrance, and merged smoothly into the busy traffic on the road.

……

About half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a mansion.

This vast villa has been around for decades, and even though it is well maintained, it still retains an old charm.

The car door was pulled open by the driver from the outside, and Xie Shizhang helped Cong He Yan get out of the car.

The young man had already softened into a noodle, but because he had vented a little in the car just now, he didn't show his indecent appearance in front of the audience.

Maybe it was because the clothes were too thin, and when the cold wind blew, the young man couldn't help shivering, and rubbed against him.

He stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around the young man's thin shoulders, shielding him from the wind a little, then walked quickly to the door,

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the aunt hurried to the door, "Sir, you, uh—"

Seeing a young man with a handsome face who was described as being intimately embraced in the arms of the man, the auntie's eyes suddenly widened, and she got stuck in the middle of the sentence, apparently unable to react.

Sir actually took someone home?

She worked in Xie's house for three full years. Mr. Xie was always alone. It's hard to tell from the outside, but the family never brought anyone back.

Moreover, the young man in Mr.'s arms is flushed and has an ambiguous expression, no matter how you look at it, he looks like...

Xie Shizhang reminded: "Bring him a new pair of slippers."

Only then did the aunt come to her senses, and hurriedly found a new pair of slippers, and put them in the entrance together with his slippers.

Xie Shizhang's gaze stayed on the pair of fluffy new slippers for a few seconds.

It was a pair of light yellow slippers, round and round, with two small hamster ears on the upper, which were short and round and turned up.

Hmm...he still has this style of slippers at home?

But now is not the time to dwell on such small details.

The young man's state is obviously not very stable. In order to prevent this man from changing his shoes and falling down here, he simply let the young man support the wall by himself, then squatted down and took off the white sneakers on the young man's feet, and pinched his slender ankles to put them on for him. Pair of furry hamster slippers.

The person who was being served to put on the shoes was very cooperative. He lowered his eyes and looked down, allowing him to lift his feet without struggling at all.

He did this series of movements naturally, and he didn't notice anything wrong until he finished.

——Since when has he been such a considerate person?

The aunt stood aside, unable to restrain herself from showing a look of hesitation.

Xie Shizhang glanced at her, and said softly, "Go and cook a bowl of hangover soup, and bring it to my room."

After speaking, he supported the young man's upper arm and led him upstairs.

Auntie responded and stood there for a long while before entering the kitchen with a magical expression on her face.

Because the host's family often needs to entertain, the ingredients for making hangover soup are all available at home, and the auntie is very busy.

Xie Shizhang put him on the bed, pulled off his tie, took off his suit jacket, and wanted to take a shower first.

He has a slight cleanliness fetish. After staying outside for a day, he couldn't accept that he went to bed with a full body of dust.

Of course, because there were still people waiting outside, and he had already been teased out of his temper, he decided to rush out of the bathroom after a few hasty rushes today.

However, the young man sitting by the bed refused to let him go. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the young man quickly put his arms around his waist,

Without the barrier of the cold suit jacket, only a thin layer of shirt separated him, the hot air from the young man's mouth kept spitting on him, making the muscles there twitch.

He took a deep breath and rubbed the young man's hair, the hoarseness in his voice could no longer be concealed: "I'll take a shower first."

The young man refused to be accommodating at all, but rubbed his face against his rock-hard muscles, and said vexatiously, "Mr. Xie...can we wash together?"

He Yan felt very hot.

Although the man helped him once in the car just now, it was more like drinking poison to quench his thirst. Not only did it fail to subside the heat in his body, but it made them surge even more violently.

Xie Shizhang's downcast eyes were dim, and his fingertips were deeply inserted into the young man's messy hair, and he said in a hoarse voice, "... yes."

He originally wanted to show consideration to the young man, but since the young man took the initiative, there was no need for him to refuse.

……

After the hangover soup was cooked, my aunt carefully cooled it with a small fan to make it just right for the mouth, and carefully served it upstairs on a tray.

She freed one hand and knocked on the door lightly, "Sir."

There was no movement.

Knocked twice more, the room was still silent.

Auntie put down her hand, looked down at the light brown soup in the tray that had been forgotten by her husband, and there was a hint of inscrutability in her eyes.

She turned off the lights in the corridor and quietly left from the door of the master bedroom.

……

The clock reached two o'clock in the middle of the night, and the chaos in the room had just ended, He Yan was already so tired that he fell headlong on the pillow, and fell asleep unconsciously.

The familiar mint smell on the pillow made him very at ease, and he was immersed in a dark and sweet dreamland and could not wake up.

Because he was too tired, there was a slight grunt in his throat, which he couldn't detect unless he listened carefully.

Xie Shizhang didn't sleep, the dim lamp by the bed had just gone out, the thick curtains were also tightly closed, and the room was pitch black.

His body was drenched with sweat, rationality told him to take a bath immediately, and by the way, rinse the sticky young man too, but because he was reluctant to let go of the tired young man who was already snoring, it was rare for him to indulge himself in such a mess lying on the bed.

Perhaps due to the effect of the medicine, although the young man behaved boldly and obsessively, he was actually unexpectedly young.

——It's completely teasing people regardless of the consequences.

There are no such messy things in the house, and he is not willing to hurt this thin person. It really took a long time, and finally he broke out in a cold sweat.

Following the slight grunting sound, he touched the protruding Adam's apple in the young man's throat, and rubbed against it once and for all.

The young man seemed to be annoyed by him, he moved his head slightly, shrunk himself down, his body curled up slightly, and most of his face was buried in the quilt.

He pulled the quilt down to prevent the young man from smothering himself to death.

Suddenly a bell rang abruptly in the silent night, the melody of a high-pitched pop song made a disturbing movement, and a bright light shot from the floor, vaguely reflecting the silhouettes of people hugging each other on the bed.

- It's not his cell phone ringtone.

The young man who was sleeping comfortably seemed to be completely irritated, and let out a dissatisfied groan from his throat, and buried his head into his arms like an angry little hamster.

Seeing that the young man was about to be woken up, Xie Shizhang covered the ear of the young man in his arms with one hand, groped among the clothes on the ground with the other hand, and took out the noisy mobile phone from the pocket of his jeans.

When he was about to refuse, he suddenly hung up on his own initiative with a short "beep".

The ringing stopped abruptly.

The young man muttered twice subconsciously, and completely fell silent.

He was about to turn off the phone, but when he saw the caller ID, he stopped suddenly.

The name of his eldest nephew was clearly displayed on the lock screen interface: Xietu.

The cold white light from the mobile phone screen shone on his face, deepening the contours of his facial features, making him look a bit gloomy for no reason.

Those gray-blue eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze stayed on the phone screen for a while, before finally falling on the black head with messy hair in his arms.

After a few seconds, the screen of the unmanned mobile phone turned off automatically, the only light source disappeared, and the room returned to darkness and silence.

……

The next day, He Yan didn't wake up until it was three poles in the sun.

The man was gone, leaving only a faint breath of mint around him.

He tilted his head slightly, picked up the pillow next to him and covered his face, and squinted in a daze for a long time before fully waking up.

His body was very sore, especially the moment he sat up from the bed, there was a piercing pain in the depths of his bones, which made him feel like his waist would be broken.

His eyes darkened, and he sat quietly on the bed for a while with his back supported, and used his mental strength to soothe himself before he regained his strength.

What a sultry moment to finish the crematorium.

However, the poor physical fitness of this body is also a reason.

Su Yao is an out-and-out homeboy, although his personality is not withdrawn, he is also very dull.

Because he is just an [-]th line that is not valued by the company, he does not usually work much. When there is no drama, he stays at home, watching dramas or reading novels. In short, he does not go out unless he can go out.

The lack of exercise for a long time has led to exercising too intensely like yesterday, and the whole person seems to have lost half of his life.

Yesterday he was dizzy and didn't have the energy to look at the room carefully. Now that he was awake, he started to look around slowly.

This bedroom is very large, but it is also very empty. Everything is neatly placed where it should be. It is simple and neat, and there are basically no redundant decorations.

The background color is a calm gray, and a breath of indifference rushes towards his face.

Of course, He Yan, who is still suffering from low back pain, knows very clearly that men have absolutely nothing to do with the words frigidity.

The shading of the curtains is very good, only a little thin daylight shines in through the gaps, and the time cannot be seen.

In short, it will not be early to go there.

He Yan was looking for his mobile phone.

He has no clothes on.

He vaguely remembered that his clothes were thrown on the floor in a mess yesterday, but now that the floor was clean, he lifted the quilt again and searched the bed, but still couldn't find any trace of his clothes.

Instead, I found my mobile phone on the bedside, and I clicked on it, and it was almost twelve o'clock at noon.

... He also slept long enough.

Just as I was about to turn off my phone, I suddenly saw a missed call.

The contact column shows Xie Tu, and the call time is two o'clock in the middle of the night.

At that time...he should have fallen asleep completely, and didn't hear anything at all. I don't know if the man saw the call.

Xietu should still be well-known in the upper circles of City C.

Raising his hand and rubbing his slightly swollen head, He Yan gave up and continued to think about this question.

Forget it, anyway, he hasn't given Xie Tu the nurturing contract. Strictly speaking, the nurturing relationship between them is not established at all.

After he destroyed that contract humanely, there would be nothing to say at all.

Thinking of this, He Yan was about to get up first.

His clothes seemed to have mysteriously disappeared from the room completely. He didn't know whether they were washed or thrown away. In desperation, he had no choice but to get out of bed and search in the man's closet.

The air conditioner in the room keeps a constant temperature, so it's not too cold to stay here without clothes.

Most of the man's wardrobe consists of black and gray formal suits, and they are all a full circle larger than he should wear.

He Yan reluctantly picked out a simple round-neck white T-shirt and a pair of casual shorts.

The T-shirt is a bit too big, it directly covers the thighs.

The camel-colored shorts that were supposed to go below the knees turned into capri pants. Fortunately, the pants were tied so they wouldn't slip off the body.

The clean clothes are full of detergent smell, but relying on a keen sense of smell, you can still smell a very light peppermint smell mixed with tobacco.

There are brand new washing tools in the bathroom, which are placed in a conspicuous place, and they haven't even been taken apart.

After washing up, he stuffed his phone into his loose trouser pocket, pushed open the door of the master bedroom, and went downstairs following the memory of last night.

Sure enough, the man was in the living room, sitting on the sofa, flipping through a thin document in his hand, with a cup of steaming coffee beside him.

Hearing his footsteps going downstairs, the man raised his head, and then put the document in his hand on the coffee table with a "snap".

The man's eyes lingered on him for a few seconds, an unknown meaning appeared in his gray-blue eyes, and then the corners of his mouth suddenly curled up.

He patted the sofa beside him, and said softly to He Yan, "Come here."

He Yan obediently walked over and sat down beside the man.

Although the sofa was very soft, the moment the butt was exerted, there was still a soreness in the place that had been used.

Seeing him frowning, the man reached out his hand, rubbed his waist with his warm palm, and asked with concern, "Does it hurt?"

However, He Yan did not answer this question.

His eyes fell on the coffee table, lost in thought.

...Why does the thing thrown on the coffee table look familiar to him?

Black letters on a white background, with the words "personal assistant contract" written on it.

He Yan: "..."

Isn't this - the nurturing contract between him and Xietu that hasn't had time to be destroyed yet?