why do you like me

070 branch road

The IP was unblocked, but Cheng Jing lost interest in playing.

After Yan Qingshu came, Cheng Jing kept in touch with Song Yang frequently.Soon after Song Yang got his freedom, he flew to Hong Kong a few times, but the gains were minimal.Apart from the change of the director's identity, the company's other management structures have not changed much, and Nie Mingting has no confidants in the air.On the whole, this is just a proof of his involvement in the art field, and he doesn't care about the company's operations.

After Cheng Yumin's accident, the company's business exchanges with the mainland decreased, and more cooperation with overseas countries.After all, apart from Xie Jiayu, he also manages other artists, and the loss of profits must be reduced in the safest way.

But this information could only comfort Cheng Jing, but could not resolve his worries.

A person like Yan Qingshu looks like a dude, but the means are beyond what ordinary people can imagine.When talking about school affairs with Jiang Chuan, Cheng Jing inevitably had to ask sideways to determine whether Yan Qingshu was going to attack Jiang Chuan.

But until New Year's Day passed, Yan Qingshu didn't make any movement, only harassing Cheng Jing on the Internet from time to time.He showed a very idle look. Cheng Jing didn't approve the friend application, so he kept sending and persevering.

It was snowing that day, and the ground was wet. After Jiang Chuan finished the last test, he ran to the supermarket to buy a bunch of ingredients, and set up a hot pot battlefield in the barber shop.Huang Mao was very happy, carrying plates and bowls non-stop, and circled around Jiangchuan who was taking care of the ingredients.It was useless to pull the black face several times, so I had no choice but to give up, but the face became darker.

The yellow hair circles around Jiangchuan, and the golden hair circles around Cheng Jing.Although Jiang Chuan never allowed Cheng Jing to touch raw or cold food, Cheng Jing still bought a watermelon and was slicing it carefully at the moment. The golden retriever looked up at him with its tail wagging.Cheng Jing threw a piece of melon rind to it, and the golden retriever jumped up to catch it. When he realized that he had been cheated, he gave Cheng Jing a sad look.

The phone rang, and Cheng Jing took it out with a smile.It was Yan Qingshu's message, Cheng Jing deleted it without reading it, cut a new piece of watermelon and handed it to Jin Mao's mouth.

While eating hot pot, the phone still rang several times, but Cheng Jing muted it without even looking at it.Jiang Chuan felt strange: "Who is it?"

"Yan Qingshu."

When Cheng Jing said this, the black face glanced at him across the table.Jiang Chuan took Cheng Jing's mobile phone and saw a series of messages sent by Yan Qingshu: Why is the game not online?Why is WeChat still not approved?Why did you remove my attention?

Jiang Chuan put the mobile phone on the table, picked up a piece of fat beef and put it in Cheng Jing's bowl, and said, "Don't use sheep to register an account in the future, you are so kind and meaty."

"Well, use JC."

Cheng Jing obediently put the fat cow into his mouth, and Jiang Chuan rubbed his neck with a smile.

The black face didn't see it, and turned to look for the yellow hair.However, like a child immersed in his own world, the yellow hair is eating with the golden hair like no one else.

Black face: "..."

Cheng Jing ignored Yan Qingshu's harassing methods. At the end of the last few days at J University, the students who have finished their exams have gone home one after another, but Jiang Chuan can't leave yet.The fact that the project team didn't have the holiday time was one thing, and the other was that the professor was going to Beijing to participate in the exchange meeting and brought three students with him, one of which was Jiang Chuan.

Cheng Jing was a little surprised that it was Jiang Chuan's turn in terms of seniority.Jiang Chuan was also quite confused: "Maybe there is a lack of someone to take care of the luggage."

Throughout the semester, Jiang Chuan's role in the project team was just like this, and he would occasionally participate in discussions, basically only being teased, but he didn't care.He was doing all this unconsciously, without Xiao thinking about anything, but he was also unaware that this was what the professor liked about him.

Jiang Chuan couldn't explain it clearly, so Cheng Jing couldn't help worrying about it, for fear of accidents.

But as Jiang Chuan said, he is responsible for purchasing air tickets and contacting the organizer for accommodation and other arrangements, and there is no third-party intervention.Bitcoin research is different from other financial projects. There are no pure business people present at the exchange meeting. It will only be financial consultants hired by big companies like professors. college students.

Jiang Chuan needs to stay for three days, and Cheng Jing has been worried since the moment he set off.That afternoon, Yan Qingshu appeared again.Cheng Jing suddenly realized that he had fallen into the psychological trap set by Yan Qingshu, and had been worrying too much about Jiang Chuan's safety.

But in fact, Yan Qingshu's target is always him.

Yan Qingshu still drove that flamboyant and eye-catching Ferrari, but instead of breaking into Miguo Street, it stopped at a nearby shopping mall.He called Cheng Jing and invited him to the coffee shop.

The moment he saw Yan Qingshu again, Cheng Jing realized that he was about to step into the abyss of eternal doom.

Cheng Jing's heartstrings tensed, reminding herself not to be swayed by Yan Qingshu.But the conditions proposed by Yan Qingshu were too tempting - he sat there, leisurely stirred the coffee in his hand, and said, "I can take back your mother's company from Nie Mingting's hands."

They arrived in Sanya by private plane that day. When they landed, the sun was bright and the tall palm trees were green.After changing into summer clothes, Cheng Jing got off the plane and arrived at the port by car with Yan Qingshu.

A white cruise ship is parked there.

Yan Qingshu didn't board the boat immediately, but checked into a nearby hotel first.But he didn't open another room for Cheng Jing, instead he pretended to ask, "Do you mind?"

"mind."

"I'm sorry then."

As the year approaches, it is the peak tourist season in Sanya.The rest area in the hotel lobby was full of people, but Yan Qingshu's presidential suite was reserved for a long time.They had just entered the room when someone came over with a hanger full of clothes, asking Yan Qingshu to choose the attire for the evening banquet.

Yan Qingshu glanced casually, hooked Cheng Jing's shoulder and ordered, "Measure his size, find some nice ones and send them over."

The man left, leaving the hanger behind.Yan Qingshu took off his clothes by himself, his upper body was naked, and he tilted his head to look at Cheng Jing.Cheng Jing had already walked to the window, looking at the blue sea and the palm trees in the distance, her figure was lonely and desolate.Yan Qingshu walked over like this, raised his hand to pinch Cheng Jing's chin, and met his gaze.

In the past, Feng Yu occasionally said a few words about Cheng Jing, and Yan Qingshu only acted like a child who likes to play with love, now he understands.Cheng Jing has a cute and delicate face, but his personality is rational and calm.He has the capital to act recklessly, but sticks to various rules and regulations.Too much want to drag this kind of person out of everything he manages, sink together, or completely possess.

Destroying beautiful things is a bad taste of human beings.

Yan Qingshu stared at Cheng Jing's dark eyes without any emotion, and suddenly leaned over.

There was a sudden pain in his throat, and Cheng Jing stretched out his hand to hold his neck tightly.Yan Qingshu stopped the movement of wanting to force a kiss, and just looked at the boy who was close at hand.

Neither of them let go of their hands, like beasts confronting each other.

After all, Yan Qingshu was in more pain, his neck was red and he let go, but his eyes were still glued to Cheng Jing, with a smile that was not a smile.Cheng Jing said expressionlessly: "It's not your style to be strong."

Garbage is capable of such things as rape.They are people who can play with anything, and any physical relationship is your choice.One is unwilling, and dozens of others are waiting. There is no need to do such a dirty thing that everyone despises.

Yan Qingshu narrowed his eyes slightly to look at Cheng Jing, turned around for a while, and continued to take off his pants while walking to the bathroom.When I walked to the door, I suddenly turned around and said with a smile, "There are many shower rooms here. I am considerate of beauties, and I leave the bathtub for you."

Cheng Jing ignored it, and waited for Yan Qingshu to enter the bathroom with his butt naked, then pressed the number of the private housekeeper and said, "Come in and clean up."

Not long after the personal butler left, three or four more women came over, all wearing short skirts with a deep V back, and their figures were enchanting.They were not surprised when they saw Cheng Jing, but the way they looked at Cheng Jing was very explicit, as if this beautiful boy was with them.

Cheng Jing lit a cigarette, glanced at these women, and said, "Yan Qingshu is in the bathroom."

There are many rooms and many things to entertain, but Cheng Jing is not interested.He stood by the window and smoked three cigarettes, but Yan Qingshu didn't come out.Jiang Chuan sent a text message, saying that he had finally arrived in Beijing, three feet frozen, but fortunately he was wearing the cashmere sweater Cheng Jing bought, and he couldn't fall against the wind, looking handsome.

Cheng Jing looked at these lines of words, and gently rubbed the screen with his fingertips, as if he could see Jiang Chuan's big smile at the moment, which was the only softness in his heart.

He suddenly came back to his senses, pinched out the cigarette butt, and went into the bathroom of the guest room to rinse his mouth, making himself look perfectly dressed.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, Yan Qingshu finally boarded the cruise ship surrounded by crowds.

It's nothing new for them to play with men or women.But today, Cheng Jing is the only person of the same sex that Yan Qingshu brings, and he is obviously young, with striking facial features but an indifferent expression.Even being hugged by Yan Qingshu, he seemed like a stranger.

Cheng Jing couldn't stop Yan Qingshu's actions.

He already asked Yan Qingshu, and Yan Qingshu didn't do anything more extreme at this time. If he showed resistance, he probably really couldn't understand the situation he was in.

Yan Qingshu did not introduce Cheng Jing's identity, and his behavior seemed intimate in the eyes of others, not like treating him as a friend.After walking around the banquet like this, Cheng Jing's identity has already been spread quietly.In addition to high-class dandies like Yan Qingshu, there were also a group of coquettishly dressed men and women known as models and actors who came and went at the banquet.They looked at Cheng Jing as if they were looking at their own people who were serving Israel.

very dirty.

But Cheng Jing could only endure it.

The cruise ship is sailing on the sea, and the climax of the banquet turns round after round.No matter what Yan Qingshu and the others played, Cheng Jing remained indifferent.There is a mobile phone hidden in the palm of his hand, and Jiang Chuan's text messages come every once in a while, talking about his first experience in Beijing. Next door lives a Singaporean academic boss with white hair, but he looks kind and young. He wants to go there Knock for signature.

After zero o'clock, I suddenly couldn't receive any text messages.

The cruise ship entered the open sea.

The people on board played more recklessly.

More than a dozen women were stripped naked and lying on the dining table, cracking their buttocks. A few rich second generations who were high on drugs walked over and slapped the women's buttocks with both hands, and stuffed the bottle that had just been opened. came.

Cheng Jing stood in the corridor on the second floor, overlooking the rotten downstairs, and turned his back to everything.

Yan Qingshu walked over swayingly, leaning very close, his voice smelt of alcohol: "These people can earn hundreds of thousands of dollars just playing for one night."

Cheng Jing looked at him coldly: "What are you going to do?"

Yan Qingshu raised his eyebrows, with a smile that was not a smile: "Didn't I say baby, take back your mother's company."

The second floor is the casino.

Chips and cash were mixed together, piled up like a mountain.

Someone was sitting at the gaming table, but he was holding a woman with thin skin and tender flesh in his arms.If you win, a lot of money is stuffed into the woman's chest; if you lose, your hands are rubbing vigorously on the woman's body, and all kinds of lewd words are transmitted.

Nie Mingting also looked half-drunk, but his luck was exceptionally good. He had already won several games in a row. He smiled and stuffed the cash into the arms of the women who accompanied him behind him.

Yan Qingshu staggered and walked over, picked up the person opposite Nie Mingting, and sat down by himself.Nie Mingting slightly opened his eyes, looking drunkenly at his younger brother who was born two days later than himself.

The two brothers really look alike, even their micro expressions are exactly the same.It's just that Nie Mingting kept pressing Yan Qingshu's head, and his expression inevitably carried some victorious attitude.

"We haven't played in a long time."

Yan Qingshu was still smiling, he stretched out his foot and touched the chair next to him, and someone immediately moved the chair to his side.Yan Qingshu looked back at Cheng Jing and patted the seat.

Cheng Jing walked over and sat down.

No matter how often the two brothers confronted each other, they were only business competitors. It had been a long time since they had such a face-to-face contest.

Everyone else withdrew their chips and watched the show with peace of mind. Only the croupier, Cheng Jing, and Nie Yan were left on the gaming table.

The bet is not cash.

Yan Qingshu felt for a plate of ooze darts from nowhere, picked one up and inserted it directly into the bun of a woman behind Nie Mingting.The woman screamed in fright, Yan Qingshu said: "I won, give her to me."

Nie Mingting was surrounded by six or seven women, and all of them became Yan Qingshu's property after such a bet.

Yan Qingshu yelled in a fuss: "What else can I bet on?"

Nie Mingting's complexion was already a little smelly.

Yan Qingshu didn't seem to be able to see it, and tilted his head to look at Cheng Jing, but the words were for Nie Mingting: "The last bet, you lose, and the Hong Kong art company will give it to my younger brother."

Cheng Jing's gaze suddenly sank.

I don't know if the croupier is Yan Qingshu's, or if Nie Mingting has run out of cards.This time, he still lost.

No matter how annoyed you are, it won't show on your face.Nie Mingting smiled magnanimously, and asked his assistant to send over the document of shareholding change immediately, and signed and pledged it on the spot, which was less than the time for a person to change his mind.

Yan Qingshu shook the contract and looked at Cheng Jing: "What am I talking about, baby."

Cheng Jing suddenly turned pale, got up and rushed to the bathroom.

He underestimated Yan Qingshu.

As an illegitimate child, he couldn't be named Nie, but Yan Qingshu managed to stand against Nie Mingting. Apart from Nie Yizhi's secret support, his means were powerful enough.

Today Yan Qingshu's purpose is not to take the company from Nie Mingting at all, but to completely destroy Cheng Jing.

He doesn't need to speak in person, but from the presidential suite to the cruise ship, all the eyes of others are showing that Cheng Jing is just a small character at the mercy of others, and if he wants to climb back, he can only rely on these shining rich second generations .

The present is not what it used to be, so why is Cheng Jing not clear.

Therefore, Yan Qingshu's heaviest blow was to get the company through gambling.And he also let Cheng Jing clearly see that the company he cherishes so much and vows to get back is the same thing in their eyes as those women who trade for money.

Personality and self-esteem were trampled and shattered carelessly like this.

Cheng Jing lay on the sink and retched.

He didn't eat anything, his throat was bitter and astringent, he vomited so much that his internal organs seemed to be pulled out, and the inside of his body shattered into pieces like glass, the pain was so painful that he couldn't speak.

Yan Qingshu walked in, smiling: "Oh, aren't you feeling well? Do you want to call your boyfriend?"

He shook the satellite phone in his hand, stuck it to Cheng Jing's ear and said, "Baby, follow me. I can give you whatever you want."

Cheng Jing supported the countertop of the sink with one hand, took over the satellite phone with the other hand, and dialed Jiang Chuan's number expressionlessly.

The smile on Yan Qingshu's face split instantly, waiting for Cheng Jing to say goodbye.

Cheng Jing: "Hello?"

Jiang Chuan's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Whose number is this? Cheng Jing, have you just woken up? You didn't reply to my text messages at night, and you couldn't get through the phone. How could you wake up at this time? I told you Tell me, it’s freezing outside in Beijing, and I’m sweating from the heat inside. Didn’t I tell you that there is a world-class academic boss living next door, and I chatted with him at night! He can still understand my poor spoken language I understand. There is a meeting at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. I'm a little excited and can't sleep. Hey, Cheng Jing, are you listening, go to sleep, and I'll call you before I leave tomorrow morning. "

Cheng Jing's voice was quiet: "Jiang Chuan, don't catch a cold over there, and wear more clothes when you go out."

Jiang Chuan: "I know. I just take a car when I go out, but I will bring extra clothes, just in case."

The two chatted for a few more words, and Jiang Chuan finally remembered: "Whose number is yours, who are you with in the middle of the night?"

Cheng Jing: "It's written by Yan Qing."

Jiang Chuan: "Grandpa, what are you doing looking for you in the middle of the night!"

Cheng Jing: "It's okay, I threw him out."

He finally said good night, and then slammed the phone against the wall. Before Yan Qingshu could react, he raised his leg to rest on the opponent's lower abdomen, his arms stuck around the opponent's neck, and his eyes were scarlet.

The voice was full of despair and coldness: "I don't want it anymore."

The author has something to say:

Yan Qingshu is eight years older than Cheng Jing, after all, he ate an extra bowl of salt... Well, Cheng Jing's anti-killing skills read ing