Mr. Xu is an attack, he was reborn

The bar Mr. Xu went to was very private, but it was not for the sake of sex, he was neither abstinent nor heavy, but suddenly remembered something.

So the guy in charge of parking saw the black Maybach and the familiar license plate, and quickly notified the foreman, who was in the group @Manager again, and the manager knocked on the boss' door with a teapot.

The boss was accompanying a drinking party. Hearing the manager's whisper, he stood up from his chair, made some excuses, and exited after drinking a few cups of apology. He got off the elevator and saw Mr. Xu in a black trench coat in the lobby.

Mr. Xu went to the bar once a month, every time at 25pm on the [-]th at the end of the month, and drank until [-]pm. When it was busy, he asked the boss to find a driver to take him home.

Today is the [-]rd. The boss didn't know why Mr. Xu came, but he was still very happy. He ran over, the smile on his face couldn't be suppressed, and he was cautious and eager: "Brother Jinzai, what are you doing here? It's been a long time No, you don't want to play with me."

Mr. Xu stood in the hall, his winter clothes had long sleeves, covering his wrists, revealing his bony and thin hands, with an unburned cigarette between his fingertips.

The boss looked at the cigarette and the hand, was a little dazed, and called Brother Jinzai again. Mr. Xu, whose eyelashes drooped, seemed to be thinking about something. When he heard the boss’ voice, he raised his eyes and nodded. nod.

"Don't drink, come to find someone."

Mr. Xu has slender eyebrows and a sullen demeanor.

The boss squeezed his palms nervously, and followed him: "Brother Jinzai, you are looking for someone, who are you looking for, tell me I'll look for it for you."

The person Mr. Xu was looking for was not in the bar, and he didn't find anyone, so he didn't stay too long. He just said that he would come back the next day and let the boss pay attention.

So on the third day, the little lover bumped into Mr. Xu in the garage. He was sitting in the car, and when he saw the black Maybach, Mr. Xu got out of the car with indifferent eyes.

The lover was stunned for a while, then followed him not too far away.

He saw the boss. The boss's eyes kept moving around Mr. Xu. He looked silly, but how could he be silly as the owner of a bar.

The lover stood behind the flowers, wearing a scarf and a mask, looking at the boss with perfect eyes.

The boss only has Mr. Xu in his eyes. Mr. Xu's skin is very fair, his hair is combed softly behind his head, revealing his distinct sideburns and beauty tips, his voice is low and indifferent, just like those bony hands, with a bit of alienation .

The lover didn't watch for a long time, the manager dragged him back to the private room, this was the first dinner for the new crew, he was the second male, so he couldn't be absent for too long.

"Sister Deng, are there any gays in the bars here?"

He tugged on the manager's sleeve and asked his doubts in a low voice. The manager was puzzled and whispered to him: "My brain is broken, do you want to fall in love now? Eat more food and drink tea, don't be cold-faced, Everyone is friendly, why are you suffering?"

The lover shook his head: "I don't want to fall in love." He took out his mobile phone and looked at it. There was no message from Mr. Xu, but he didn't dare to send it to Mr. Xu for fear of being deleted.

Stayed at the wine bureau for a while, the lover drank a few glasses of wine, confessed to the director, and wanted to go out to catch his breath, and everyone let him go. After all, he was still a young man. After drinking a lot of wine, he must have to go to the toilet. .

The lover went out, washed his face in the bathroom, did not go back to the private room, but turned to the lobby, and stood for a while before going back, just in time to see a few employees running out of the elevator carrying a man with a bloody head.

The lover opened his eyes wide, and took a step forward, crossing the flowers, just in time to see Mr. Xu standing in the elevator, Mr. Xu was supporting him, and happened to see him when he looked up.

The lover's heart was pounding, and he stood obediently, his eyes cast down, but his back gradually became stiff.

A man in a white shirt was encircled by Mr. Xu's arm. The man drank too much wine, pawed Mr. Xu vaguely, and cried aggrievedly.

The lover was taken aback, couldn't hide his surprise and concern, stepped forward a few steps, looked at the man lying in Mr. Xu's arms, and shouted in a low voice: "Ayou, why are you here?"

Mr. Xu was cold and indifferent, quite surprised by the appearance of his lover. He walked out of the elevator with the man half in his arms, and his leather shoes made a regular light sound on the marble floor.

"Zhou Guican."

He yelled, and his lover subconsciously walked towards him, in a daze, as if he didn't know what happened, and then his pace gradually accelerated, and he walked to Mr. Xu's side, reaching out his hand to take the man in his arms.

The lover has always been well-behaved and well-behaved, calm and gentle in front of him, and treats people and things with sincerity, but has always been restrained and slow, and will not show such obvious care.

"Mr. Xu."

The lover looked at the man in his arms, then at Xu Ao: "Leo."

Mr. Xu stuffed the man into the arms of the little lover, paused, stroked the messy hair of the little lover with his slender fingers, as if caring for a young junior, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Take him back."

He remembered that a man is the sweetheart of a little lover.

Mr. Xu is not a warm-hearted person, but he also does not want to see a good person ruined like this. He came to change the past, and happened to meet a little lover who loves men. His future and future have nothing to look forward to , but deep down, I still hope that my little lover will have a good home.

He couldn't help thinking, maybe this is the fate of the two of them, and I hope you will never miss it again in your life, and don't suffer any more.

Mr. Xu withdrew his hand, ignoring the slight sadness in his heart.

If people's lives can be turned back and time can be turned back, how lucky it is. Everything in the past is like a nightmare.

After waking up, the flowers are still there, and the world is as usual.

Mr. Xu left the bar and drove to a small park near his home.

Late at night, the moon above the head was big and round, and there were two swings dangling in the sand. Mr. Xu stood there watching for a while, walked over, tried the chain, and slowly sat down.

The park in Lingshui is well maintained.

There was a row of fluffy and fluffy flowers on the grass, floating gently in the night wind. Mr. Xu gathered his coat and shook it slowly for a while. The cold wind brushed his cheeks, and his feet felt a little cold.

He touched the coins in his pocket and stared at the lake in a daze.

There are many tall fir trees growing around the park, casting slanting shadows, the moonlight is cold and white, and everything is silent. Looking down, the man sitting on the sand swing looks like a small dot, swaying alone swing on the sand.

After a while, it started to rain, and he stood up to answer the phone. Five minutes later, Mr. Xu closed up his windbreaker, walked across the grass, returned to his black Maybach, and left Lingshui Park.

The lover came home with a dizzy white shirt, took off his shoes and coat, and let him sleep on the sofa. Seeing that he was very drunk, his face was flushed, he made sober soup, and wiped his face with a handkerchief.

The white shirt frowned, huddled up like a kitten, tears streaming down his face, not being wiped or hugged.

Why are you willing to hug Mr. Xu?

The indifferent face appeared in the lover's mind, he shook his head, sighed helplessly, pinched the red and cool nose of the white shirt, wiped his face and hands, and dared not touch other places , honestly moved a stool and sat next to the white shirt, listening to him mutter those drunken words.

After finally regaining consciousness, he groaned in pain again, and kept pulling his clothes with his hands. The lover blushed, and hurriedly wrapped the white shirt with a blanket. The white shirt whimpered, while pushing his face, while unbuttoning it, crying miserably, the same man, the white shirt half nestled in the arms of the tall and thin lover, only a small one.

This is not unusual by any means.

The lover has no time to take care of it, and his mind is in a mess.

Ayou is just a poor student with a weak temper and never offends others, so who would take him to Baicha on purpose?

what is the problem?

He reluctantly wrapped his white shirt into a rice dumpling, hesitating between going to the hospital and making a phone call. Suddenly, his lover dialed Mr. Xu's phone, and the moment he pressed the call button, he looked up at the rabbit clock on the wall. two points.

Normally, Mr. Xu has already fallen asleep.

Just as the lover was about to hang up the phone, the phone vibrated slightly, and a man's low and indifferent voice came from the receiver.

"what's up."

The lover lowered his tone, making his attitude sound gentle and ordinary. He asked Mr. Xu how he met Ayou at Baicha, thought about it, and didn't mention Ayou's current state.

But in fact, whenever white shirts are involved, the lover's attitude will be particularly tough, like a little tiger protecting food, even though he lowers his posture, he will still pass the defense and temptation of his minions, and he treats everyone except Ayou as outsiders.

The lover can't hear it by himself, but Mr. Xu, who has lived for two lifetimes, can't fail to feel it. In the last days, he was very grateful to Zhou Guican for willing to come and take care of him, so that he would not be so difficult.

There was silence for a while, and the lover heard a light click, as if wisps of smoke had seeped in, and it took a long time to reply, mixed with the slight sound of wind, which seemed a little soft.

"Zhou Guican, I do things you like and I will. What you said just now, are you suspicious that I persecuted him?"

Before the lover could answer, the white shirt suddenly moved, and a pair of hands protruded from the cocoon, pulling his hair, muttering vaguely in his mouth, his voice was soft and soft.

There was no sound from the other end of the phone for a long time, and after a while, the lighter clicked again, and the man's low voice came: "The person who bullied him was carried out on a stretcher, your friend was tricked into drinking, look after him in the future." , don’t go out casually with others, and beware of someone surnamed Du.”

Then there was a pause, the man's voice suddenly became a little erratic, it seemed that through the cold white moonlight and rain, it was low and soft, and could not be heard clearly, he said: "Zhou Guican, you have to teach him, how can we just go backwards? It’s useless to cry in the face of wicked people. You are still young and have a lot of time to choose what kind of person you want to be. It doesn’t matter if people say no to you. It's not worth it."

The lover didn't know how to reply, he opened his mouth and wanted to call Mr. Xu, but his throat seemed to be blocked by cotton, and before he hung up the phone, he seemed to hear the man sighed softly again.