obedient lover

After being trapped for more than three weeks, An Nuo's mood became worse and worse.

Of course it will be bad, no one can be happy when they are in such a situation - their hands are locked at the head of the bed and cannot move, the only value of the body's existence has become to please Zhuo Fan, and there is no room for rejection.

At first, he would try to communicate with Zhuo Fan. If Zhuo Fan hurt him, he would push Zhuo Fan and beg Zhuo Fan to let him go, but after a long time without getting a response, An Nuo stopped talking and talked to himself. Make him feel like a fool.

He was like a prisoner locked in a room. He was delivered three meals a day, but no one chatted with him, no one told what happened to the outside world, and no new information was input into his brain.

More importantly, Zhuo Fan sometimes stays out all night.

This made An Nuo more and more irritable and uneasy.

New information does not come, old information is reused.

He began to learn to lie quietly on the bed, turning out the story of himself and Zhuo Fan's first acquaintance to the present, and savoring it carefully.

Whether Zhuo Fan treated him well or not, in the constant thinking, suddenly couldn't find a clear answer.

Zhuo Fan loved him three years ago, but Zhuo Fan doesn't love him now.

During this period, due to his poor appetite and not eating much, An Nuo had a stomach attack and was hospitalized for a few days.

During the few days in the hospital, due to his poor physical condition, An Nuo often had nightmares.

He would dream that he was drugged by Li Hao, that Zhuo Fan didn't have time to save him, and that Zhuo Fan scolded himself for being dirty, which scared him to tears outside the dream.

He would also dream of the scene where he just agreed to be with Zhuo Fan, Zhuo Fan carefully stood in the sea of ​​dandelion flowers and kissed him, holding his arms so tenderly, so lightly that he couldn't help sobbing in his dream.

After many times, Zhuo Fan finally noticed that An Nuo's condition was not good.

After hesitating for a long time, Zhuo Fan chose to walk to An Nuo's bedside.

After careful observation for a long time, after confirming that An Nuo was really crying in a dream, he held him tightly in his arms and gently patted his back to comfort him.

But An Nuo didn't wake up from the nightmare because of this, not even once.

After being discharged from the hospital, Zhuo Fan seemed to suddenly realize his conscience. He no longer handcuffed the other party, and no longer locked him in the bedroom. An Nuo's travel range expanded to the entire villa.

He returned to the days when he prepared food for Zhuo Fan and waited for Zhuo Fan to come home.

Zhuo Fan no longer persecutes An Nuo, although his attitude towards An Nuo is still bad, at least he will not deliberately avoid communicating with An Nuo.

One day, Zhuo Fan came home very late.

He opened the door, hung his coat on the hanger, glanced at the sofa out of the corner of his eye habitually, and sure enough saw An Nuo who was lying on the sofa waiting for him to fall asleep.

He looked down at his watch, it was 35:[-] in the morning, it was indeed late.

Rubbing his temples tiredly, Zhuo Fan stepped up to An Nuo's side, bent down and hugged An Nuo.

Anuo opened his eyes in a daze under his touch.Seeing Zhuo Fan's face clearly, he closed his eyes with confidence, and obediently buried his head in Zhuo Fan's arms.

As he got closer, he smelled the scent of other people that was stained on Zhuo Fan's body.

Not the last perfume smell, but a new one.

"Before you went home...who were you with?" An Nuo slowly lowered his eyes, his voice was a little hoarse because he just woke up.

During the few days when you didn't go home, were you with someone else?

Zhuo Fan didn't answer his words, but said to himself: "The weather is getting colder, don't sleep on the sofa next time."

An Nuo was not satisfied with the answer. He jumped off Zhuo Fan's body and looked up at him. There were countless emotions surging and overlapping in his brown eyes.

Shocked, disappointed, sad, tangled, annoyed, uneasy, irritable...

After so many days of depression, he hit his heart hard and wanted to vent, but he didn't know what to say. All the words of questioning were blocked in his body, and there was nowhere to appeal.

How can it be like this...

He and Zhuo Fan, why is it like this?

The pale lips moved slightly, An Nuo took a few steps back to distance himself from Zhuo Fan, his brown eyes stared at Zhuo Fan for a while, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Zhuo Fan, what do you think of me?"

"Lover." Zhuo Fan replied very directly, he stretched out his hand and pulled An Nuo into his arms, raised his chin, rubbed his skin with his thumb, and said, "But your status is a bit special , was raised at home by me, at my feet."

An Nuo was so angry that his stomach was aching, he went back, and everything was back to the original point.

He has made too much effort to change the relationship between him and Zhuo Fan. For three years, he has put in all his efforts, but the result has not changed at all.

Zhuo Fan doesn't care what he's thinking, Zhuo Fan doesn't treat him as a normal person at all...

"I don't want to be your lover, why do you treat me like this?" An Nuo pushed Zhuo Fan's hand away, and a layer of mist gradually appeared in his eyes.

Normally, he wouldn't be so fragile, but Zhuo Fan tortured him for several weeks, making him very haggard, and he couldn't hold on any more.

"Why?" After Zhuo Fan listened to his question, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Afterwards, he roughly dragged An Nuo up the stairs, and An Nuo stumbled and followed behind him, almost falling on the stairs several times.

Turning left at the stairs on the second floor, Zhuo Fan kicked open the door of the first room, walked over to pick up the diary that An Nuo should have put in the drawer, but now spread it out on the table, and smashed it hard on An Nuo. Nuo face.

An Nuo didn't reach out to pick it up, Ren's diary slipped from his face and fell to the ground with a "pop" sound.

This wasn't enough, before An Nuo came back to his senses, the second thing that hit his forehead was his mobile phone.

Anuo didn't dodge, and forcibly endured the pain Zhuo Fan gave him.

It took three years of training, no matter how scared he was, he had to stand still and obey.

"An Nuo, sometimes I really admire you." Zhuo Fan looked at An Nuo who was slowly squatting on the ground, raised his hand to pick up the diary, and repeated the contents of the diary.

"When he's in a bad mood, I should behave better. When he's in a good mood, I can get closer to him. He doesn't want to drink the tea I bring, so I show him the welts on my arm...he sometimes He was so overwhelmed by me that he even frowned... His emotions would often follow me..."

Zhuo Fan sneered: "As expected of the second son of the Xie family, an elite in corporate personnel, he is very accurate in catching people. Every step is carefully calculated. Every action has a purpose."

He stepped on An Nuo's hand holding the diary tightly, and looked down at the other party condescendingly: "Forget about the diary, and find someone to track down my whereabouts? You can, An Nuo, take the director of the Li Group as the director." Backing, everything is under your control, right?"

An Nuo maintained the squatting posture, and did not try to withdraw the hand that was being trampled on by the sole of the leather shoe.

His lips trembled in pain, and his tone was forcibly suppressed: "Yes, you are right... I have been calculating when you will forgive me, when you will go home..."

"Run away, obey, please..."

The crack on An Nuo's cold and beautiful face was that he held it carefully in his arms and cared for it for a long time, such a little bit of hope: "I have tried all the bitter tricks...but you can't learn it anymore. Give me respect..."

"Annuo, you look so pitiful, it makes people feel distressed." Zhuo Fan sighed, "It's so similar, I can't tell the truth from the fake."

"You also know that I hate others to lie to me the most, and you have been doing such things. You ask me why I don't respect you, why don't you ask yourself whether you are worthy or not?"

Zhuo Fan withdrew his foot, but turned to angrily kicking away the phone whose screen had been broken.

There are many missed calls on it, each of which is from Li Feng.

There are a lot of messages on it, and each one reveals concerns.

"Before I lose interest in you, you should be a plaything at my feet. Stop thinking about running away, and don't force me to break your legs."

"But don't worry, when I don't want you anymore, you have to go if you don't want to."

Leaving these words behind, Zhuo Fan didn't even look back at An Nuo, and walked out the door.

An Nuo quietly looked at his hands that were stained with dust on Zhuo Fan's shoes, and opened his mouth in confusion, with a broken voice: "You don't know anything at all..."

"...You don't know why I stay by your side, you don't know why I lied to you..."

"You don't know why I'm scheming... You don't know, if I really want to leave, you won't be able to find me easily like you are now..."

Zhuo Fan, you are really, stupid and pitiful...

hotel.

"Zhuo Fan, I'll fucking kill your ancestors! How dare you sweep my face like this..." Xie Song slammed the wine bottle in his hand on the ground, leaning on the sofa drunkenly, full of words to vent his anger.

Wearing a bathrobe, Xia An stepped over the messy wine bottles at her feet, went to Xie Song and squatted down, put her head on his lap, and comforted: "Brother Xie, it's all over."

"In the past?" Xie Song suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Xia An by the collar, and shouted at him, "Do you know how he stepped on my head and laughed at me for being too slow in finding someone? You fucking know he is How can you threaten me with the survival of the Xie Group and force me to say that I am a waste? You fucking know how contemptuous his expression was at that time, how people..."

"I know." Xia An slowly raised his hand to hold Xie Song's hand holding his clothes, staring at Xie Song seriously with his dark eyes, and interrupted him softly with a pleasant voice, "Brother Xie, I know everything .”

When Xie Song heard this, his brows loosened and then furrowed.

He stared at Xia An unkindly for a long time, a trace of vengeance flashed in his eyes.

Because of alcohol, he can't control his thoughts well, but there is one thing he can catch from his chaotic consciousness-Xia An is Zhuo Fan's person.

After Xie Song thought of this, he stood up drunkenly, roughly picked up Xia An, and threw him on the bed in two or three steps.

"What's so great about Zhuo Fan..." Xie Song leaned over in front of Xia An, with a crazy smile in his voice, "His people... I got it anyway..."

Xia An nodded cooperatively: "Brother Xie, you are also very good."

"You think I'm amazing...hahahaha..." Xie Song lay drunkenly on Xia An's body, half-closed his eyes that couldn't be fully opened, "Zhuo Fan is a waste who relies on his family's power... isn't he a I played, hahahaha..."

"Brother Xie, what do you mean by that? Few people can hurt Zhuo Fan, are you...are you drunk and talking nonsense?" Xia An slightly turned his head, because Xie Song smelled too much alcohol, didn't he like very much.

"I'm not fucking talking nonsense!" Xie Song felt that he was being questioned, so he raised his hand and gave Xia An a slap in the face. He grabbed Xia An's neck and gasped, "Back then, his company I stole the information, and I also sold it to his competitors at a high price, causing Zhuo's to suffer heavy losses overnight."

"It's not Annuo, it's me!" Xie Song thought of this, as if he had found the joy of revenge in the harm he had done to Zhuo Fan.

As he said, he slowly let go of Xia An, whose face was flushed and she was almost out of breath.

The body fell heavily on the side, Xie Songda opened his body, and continued to smile vaguely: "There is also that idiot An Nuo, who knows how to show off in front of the old man... In the end, he was killed by me..."

"What's wrong with An Nuo?" Xia An caught the name, and asked in a hoarse voice, regardless of the still uncomfortable throat, "Brother Xie, did you drive An Nuo out of Xie's house?"

"I chased him." Xie Song showed two rows of big white teeth, and he stared at the ceiling quite proudly.

Alcohol magnified his former glory to the extreme, driving An Nuo away was the most successful moment in his life.

"You said he was stupid or not, I told him, as long as he got a bidding document and brought Xie's family back to life, the old man could truly accept him..."

"...he is an illegitimate child... his brain is not good...he went there stupidly...hahahahaha...Zhuo Fan is as stupid as him..."

"No one knows that there is a problem with the USB flash drive I gave him... They are all playthings in my hands, and they are tricked by me... One by one, they are all fucking idiots..."

"This idiot, dare to point the wooden warehouse at me... threaten me..."

Xia An sat up from the bed with his hands supporting him. He looked at Xie Song who kept swearing and laughing, his eyes slowly sank.

But his voice was still harmless: "Brother Xie, where is the USB flash drive you gave An Nuo?"

"Damn it!" Speaking of this, Xie Song swears, "Are you stupid? Of course I lost such an important piece of evidence... I won't be so stupid as to leave something behind..."

Hearing this, Xia An got off the bed with a bad expression, moved to the head of the bed, and took out the phone from under the pillow.

Before turning off the recording on the phone, he glanced back at Xie Song to confirm that Xie Song didn't know about it.

He bought the wine for Xie Song, and he picked up the topic. He deliberately got close to Xie Song, in order to hear Xie Song tell the truth with his own ears on this day.

Xia An took off her bathrobe, changed into her own clothes, held her cell phone tightly, and walked out of the hotel room step by step.

Hope these words are of some use...

Let everything become better, although it is so good, it is not a kind of happiness for myself.

Standing at the entrance of the hotel, Xia An looked up at the endless sky, it turned out that it was already autumn.

It is already October.

The flowering season of dandelions is coming to an end...