Above, please use some force

The deafening music clamored for the confusion and obscenity of the night, and the faces of the people swinging wantonly on the dance floor were all intoxicated and enjoying, indulging in the indulgence and decadence of the moment.

In the dark corner, the man was playing with the wine glass in his hand, the crystal liquid seemed to shimmer, reflecting the man's handsome face and mature and coquettish eyes.

Sitting on the sofa opposite was a beautiful boy, with a white tight-fitting shirt and black leather pants that outlined his slender waist.

"I heard from Ale that you hired him last night?"

"...Hmm." The man raised his eyebrows lightly, and let out a voice lazily from his nasal cavity.

"Didn't you promise me not to find someone else?" The boy's face changed instantly, he clenched the cup in his hand tightly, and his eyes were slightly red.

"Everyone came out to play, just to have fun, what are you doing so seriously?" The man shrugged, his brows and eyes couldn't tell whether it was regret or joke.

The boy's chest heaved and heaved, his face was grim, and he poured the wine in the glass over without thinking: "Shen Zheng, you fucking bastard!"

"Shit." The deep voice was full of anger, the man's face was distorted, and the elegance on his body was indifferent. At this moment, there was a terrifying violence.

"I curse you to die." The boy knocked over the fruit plate on the glass table, and when he turned to leave, all the makeup on his face was blurred and diluted by tears.

This scene caused people nearby to cast ambiguous glances. The bartenders and waiters here, and even the frequent guests, received a message that the young man had become homeless, and the flirtatious Young Master Shen must have found something new. .

"Young Master Shen, I'm really sorry, I'll teach Lii a lesson later..." The bar owner who walked over quickly apologized in a tight voice.

Wiping the drink off his face with a tissue, Shen Zheng suddenly squinted his eyes and laughed: "This clothes is not worth much if it is ruined."

The bar owner sighed secretly, he was able to buy half of the bar.

Putting down his crossed legs, Shen Zheng stood up and patted the middle-aged man bent over in front of him: "But I don't like to hear that sentence very much."

"Yes, yes, yes, I will definitely teach him a lesson."

"Tell Ale to come to my place around ten o'clock in the evening." Shen Zheng stroked his hair that was stained with alcohol, and left the bar with his hands in his pockets.

The style of the night is very cool, without the heat and impetuosity of the day, everything is quiet.

The passers-by on the street were either walking fast or strolling together. The car was parked across the road. Shen was standing on the zebra crossing. He didn't care about the weird eyes of the people around him. He took a breath of the air that smelled of wine. , Thinking of what the boy said, he shook his head a little ridiculously, he had heard that sentence no less than ten times this year, and children nowadays like to hang this sentence on their lips?

Besides, don't you want to die?Since he is destined to die, it doesn't matter how he dies.

The originally lazy eyes paused suddenly when they caught sight of a tall figure in the crowd walking towards him. Shen Zheng smiled, his deep eyes glowed fieryly, and the hunter stared at the prey he was interested in.

Looks like tonight is going to be a good night.

However, just a few steps away, the sound of the horn on the left and the piercing sound of brakes intertwined and shattered the weak eardrums. The only impression before falling into darkness was the flying body and the spinning world.

headache…

This was Shen Zheng's first feeling when he woke up.

The damp air was mixed with the musty smell of clothes, Shen Zheng frowned subconsciously, his chaotic brain gradually became clear, the white walls were covered with posters, all of them were the same man, the popular film and television star Song Ziyu, in formal wear and casual sportswear , bare upper body, only wearing tight black underwear, and ancient costumes.

Rolling eyes sluggishly, there is an old-fashioned wardrobe with a large mirror embedded in it, a desktop computer on a computer desk, and potted plants of all sizes piled up on the window sill.

On the wooden floor was a broken photo frame, shards of glass, waste paper, and postcards were scattered all over the floor.

Where is this?He was rescued?

Shen Zheng moved his body, his face was full of astonishment, he lowered his head and lifted the quilt, and when he saw the crumpled cheap T-shirt and gray pants on his body, his mouth was petrified in shock.

After a while, he stiffly sat up and got out of bed and stood in front of the mirror. In the mirror was a strange man with messy black hair hanging on his forehead. He was about ten centimeters shorter than him, with delicate features and small eyes. The tails of the eyes are slightly raised, the eyelashes are very long, the jaw line is smooth, the lip color is very light, and the face is pale, with a lifeless look.

Thin fingers tugged at the neckline of the T-shirt, and the two protruding collarbones fell into the eyes, pitifully thin.

Shen Zheng rubbed his painful forehead, chaotic and broken memories surged up in his head, none of which belonged to him, Shen Zheng took a breath, what the hell!Hit the jackpot!

There was a vibrating sound behind him, and Shen Zheng took out the mobile phone from under the pillow. It was the Samsung SGH that was popular five or six years ago. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he opened the flip cover. Looking at the caller ID "broker", his brows furrowed even tighter. It took a few seconds for him to press the answer button, and before he could utter a word, a roar came from the other end of the phone: "He Wen, the whole company is waiting for you."

Shen Zheng scoffed, and impatiently picked out his ears: "SO?"

The person on the other end seemed to be stunned by this kind of joke, and the next moment he shouted loudly: "Now! Immediately! Immediately! Climb for me, or the contract about breach of contract will come to you at noon. hands."

"The liquidated damages of 50 yuan, even if you sell yourself, you can't afford it." The man sneered and hung up the phone.

The veins on Shen Zheng's forehead were throbbing violently, and he threw the phone out with his hands.