Little slag run

Until Di Que sat on the plane, he was still in a dream, his soul was floating in mid-air, unable to enter his body.

Ivan, who was sitting next to him, seemed unreasonably excited. Although he didn't dare to stare at him blatantly, he kept looking at him from the corner of his eye, with a nympho smile on his lips.

Di Que sighed silently, and moved his gaze out of the window.

What he is doing now is illegal smuggling, right?

Ivan was so efficient that he did not know where to get him a certificate, and a "celebrity" like him even passed the security check smoothly.

Di Que felt a little regretful now, but it was a bit difficult to go down after getting on the pirate ship.

He fell so hard that he still didn't learn his lesson, and he still easily believed in others.

When he really went to Italy with Ivan, he became a black household without identity.

It would be fine if Ivan kept his promise and treated him like a guest of honor, but if Ivan suddenly changed his face, he would be tied up and sold, and he would have nowhere to turn for help and could only be slaughtered.

"Oh." Di Que snorted angrily.

Anyway, no one in City Y cares about him anymore, so what does it matter if he lives or dies?

He is a scum, a waste, just degenerate to the end, whatever career, family, all go to hell.

Even if he is a ghost, he still wants to be a romantic ghost, to have a good time, to have a good time, to have a good time.

During the voyage, Ivan was always attentive to him, gentle and considerate, wishing to take over the work of serving tea and pouring water from the stewardess.

When Di Que thought of relying on Brother Ivan when he came to Italy, he didn't want to be too indifferent, and even made Ivan's handsome face blush.

When the flight arrived and landed at Fiumicino Airport in Rome, the night was already fading outside the window, a neon world of light and shadow.

Di Que was sleeping in the dark, and after being shaken awake by Ivan, he followed Ivan out of the airport in a daze, got in the limousine that came to meet Ivan, and drove to the city.

Only then did Di Que wake up. Looking at the exotic European-style buildings on both sides of the road and the orthodox and serious driver in the car, he had a real sense of the world he was in.

Ah... He actually followed a mafia boss back to his lair.

Ivan sat beside him and leaned over, excitedly pointing to him the churches and sculptures with a strong sacred atmosphere, and explaining the origin of each place of interest to him.

Di Que gradually became excited as he listened, and forgot the momentary panic and anxiety when he stepped on the car.

Ivan led him into a villa located very close to the city center, and after entering the door, he warmly hugged several foreign men who were moving around in the house, and greeted him with a string of birdsong.

Di Que raised his neck and looked left and right, and found that he, a mature man with an Asian standard figure, stood in front of a group of bear-like strong men, almost like a stunted young boy, and immediately lost his confidence.

Ivan turned his head and smiled at him: "These are my brothers, you don't have to be afraid. I have already introduced you to everyone and said that you are my good friend."

At this time, a tall and long-haired man from the other side came over, and a gentleman took his hand and kissed it lightly, and said something in a hoarse and soft voice.

Di Que entered the den of thieves, not daring to be arrogant, he could only listen stupidly, grinning dryly.

But Ivan walked over with a smile, took him into his arms, talked to the long-haired man, took Di Que's hand, and led him upstairs.

"What did he just say?" Di Que asked.

"He just praised you for being beautiful, but I also told him that you are mine, and let them not touch you." Ivan grinned.

"...As I said, I just came here as a friend to have fun." Di Que withdrew his hand and clarified the words.

Ivan didn't mind, and still said happily: "I know, but I am confident that you will fall in love with me during the time we spend together day and night."

"..."

Ivan's villa is huge, comparable to a small castle.

Di Que followed Ivan for a long time before being led to a room.

Ivan pushed open the door, invited him in, and told him that the room he lived in happened to be next door to his room.

Di Que walked barefoot on the long-haired carpet, looking around this small cozy bedroom and the European-style palace-style decoration, feeling a little feminine in his heart.

But eating people is soft-mouthed, it is good to have a place to live, there is nothing to choose.

Ivan leaned against the door and looked at him with a smile, and suddenly said: "There are clothes prepared for you on the bed. After changing, I will take you to the bar here."

Di Que was taken aback, and when he walked to the bed, he saw a suit of clothes neatly placed on the bed sheet with bright and intricate prints.

"When did you get ready?" Di Que picked up his clothes and looked at them, then frowned indistinctly.

"Knowing that you are coming, let your subordinates prepare in advance. The clothes you are wearing now are too serious."

Di Que looked down at his attire and felt ashamed.

He was still wearing the suit he usually wears, but after a day of tossing, it had already been deformed, not to mention it was wrinkled and wrapped around his body, and there were still inconspicuous blood and mud spots on it.

It's really lucky that I didn't get detained by customs...

Di Que left in a hurry, without any belongings, and felt ashamed at this moment, so he had to carry Ivan's clothes and ran to the bathroom that came with him to change.

Di Que was undressing when Ivan knocked on the door and said, "You can take a shower before you come out, I'll wait for you."

Damn, I think I'm unclean!

It was inevitable that Di Que would slander, but he also felt exhausted, so he locked the door carefully, put water in the bathtub and took a bath.

He was already tired, plus he had an injury on his head, and he had to be careful not to touch the wound, so he didn't know how long it took him to take a bath.

Ivan was very careful, and the clothes prepared for him were new from the inside to the outside, with good quality, and Di Que felt comfortable wearing them.

After Di Que changed into new clothes and opened the door, he saw Ivan sitting on the side sofa with his head bowed in thought.

Di Que coughed, and Ivan raised his eyes, which instantly lit up, and he whistled with a smile.

"This suit really suits you, my prince."

Di Que couldn't help but have black lines all over his head, hesitantly said: "I said... isn't this style what you should wear in this era?"

Ivan prepared a white silk shirt for him, with a large soft lotus leaf lace at the neckline, paired with black suspender trousers, a slim-fit short casual suit and British-style pointed leather shoes, so that Di Que who wore these Felt like a vampire crawling out of that shit.

Ivan smiled, walked up to him and raised his hand to tap his cheek, fascinated: "How come? These are all new products for this season, and retro style is popular this year."

Di Que never doubted his own taste, and he didn't like Ivan's way of dressing up like a doll.

Reluctantly, I had no choice but to dress reluctantly, thinking about going to buy something pleasing to the eye tomorrow morning.

It was nearly midnight when Di Que finished his preparations, but Ivan said that this was the beginning of the city's carnival.

He walked down the stairs slowly, and saw the men playing cards and shooting targets on the first floor turned their heads one after another, some whistled at him, and some smiled meaningfully at him.

Di Que forced himself not to look at these hooligans, suppressed the panic in his heart, and followed Ivan out the door without looking sideways.

Unexpectedly, when they stepped forward, they hula followed five or six burly men.

Di Que trembled, and hurriedly asked Ivan, "What are they going to do?"

Ivan replied calmly: "Oh, they are all protecting us, just in case. I have more enemies in Rome."

In a word, Di Que's good wishes for peace and joy disappeared instantly.

He and Ivan were sitting in a lively small bar looking at the hot beauties, and those burly men were staring at them at the next table.

Di Que only felt that Rumang was on his back, and there was no desire to make a fuss.

"Brother, I found that it's not easy for you." Di Que patted Ivan's shoulder sympathetically, and took another sip of beer.

Ivan just laughed and told him a little story about a Roman gladiator he had heard from his parents.

Mixing Di Que foreign wine and beer, he soon became drunk.

Di Que, who was slightly dizzy, relaxed his tense mood, and the anguish and grievance of the past two days opened the floodgate again.

He babbled on what Ivan couldn't understand, and gradually fell on Ivan's shoulders. Ivan had no choice but to carry the drunk man back.

Ivan carried Di Que home and threw him on the bed, and Di Que sank into the soft mattress, rubbing against him lightly, his face was abnormally rosy, his lips were plump and bright, silently seducing Ivan .

Ivan gently scratched Di Que's face with his fingertips, and sneaked into Di Que's somewhat messy shirt with his neck extended.

He gently opened the emerald green buttons one by one, and Di Que's smooth chest was gradually revealed.

Ivan caressed fascinatedly, and slowly bent down.

The moment he kissed Di Que's lips, he sighed softly, as if his long-awaited wish was finally fulfilled, and then he skillfully deepened the kiss, never wanting to stop like that.

But Di Que didn't cooperate, whimpered and struggled.

At first, Ivan was unwilling to let Di Que go, after all, he had been waiting for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for too long.

He continued to tease Di Que, reaching into his clothes to fondle.

Di Que was half-drunk and half-awake, and could still realize that it was Ivan who was pressing on him and teasing him.

He intends to degenerate to the end and put aside his scruples to be presumptuous once, but the warmth of Ivan's lips and palms are constantly reminding him and Chen Feng of those entangled parts.

Di Que burst into tears all of a sudden, he was thinking about Chen Feng in a daze, the defenseless fragility at this moment made him just want to throw himself into Chen Feng's arms.

Even if Chen Feng snubbed him or plotted against him, he couldn't immediately remove Chen Feng's shadow from his heart.

"Chen Feng, you are a fucking bastard!" Di Que cried with the help of alcohol.

Facing Di Que who suddenly lost control, Ivan froze on the spot and could not continue.

Di Que broke away from Ivan's arms, turned over and buried his face in the pillow, shrinking himself into a ball sadly.

Ivan sat on the edge of the bed and watched Di Que crying and venting. He could only suppress his charming thoughts, patted his ups and downs and trembling back to comfort him and said, "It's okay, just cry."

The more Di Que wept, the lower his voice became, and within a while he didn't move.

Ivan leaned over to look again, and Di Que was still asleep with tears on his face.

He didn't close his mouth for a long time, but finally he laughed happily, laid Di Que flat, and covered him with a quilt.

Chen Feng has been immersed in his work since the accident, rooted in the office, and has hardly closed his eyes for two days.

In the afternoon, the contract was finally re-finalized with the Taylor Group to make up for the loss caused by Tang Xiao's accident.

This incident of Tang Xiao hurt Chen Feng's vitality, and he couldn't help thinking about how he could trust the wrong person.

After the meeting with the person in charge of the Taylor Group, Chen Feng returned to the company to arrange the final finishing work.

After explaining the last thing, Chen Feng vented his strength, fell down in the seat and rubbed his temples continuously.

He thought of the resentful tone in the phone call that Di Que suddenly called him during the meeting in the afternoon, so he immediately picked up the phone and called back.

What he was dealing with was a matter of racing against time, and a single hesitation would continue to expand the loss.

Although Di Que was caught in the scandal and had to fight alone, but Di Que was always good at walking among the reporters. Even though this time was different from the past, Chen Feng believed that he should still have the strength to deal with it.

The situation on his side is urgent after all, and it is enough to explain the cause and effect to Di Que and make him happy.

If Di Que thinks it through and is willing to publicly admit the relationship between the two of them, he is of course willing to stand up and take care of everything so that no one can gossip, and at the same time face the censure of Di Que's parents together with him.

Chen Feng had already thought of a way to make Di Que happy, but Di Que's phone was still in a state of being unable to get through.

"Tsk." Chen Feng frowned, feeling some bad premonition inexplicably in his heart.

He was too tired to drive by himself, so he asked the driver to take him home.

The affair between him and Di Que was exposed. With Di Que's character, he would definitely not dare to go back to his parents' house, so he would definitely go back to their little nest.

Chen Feng sat in the back seat and closed his eyes to rest his mind, and told the driver to drive slowly to let him rest.

When he saw Di Que, he must have spent as much energy as negotiating with the Taylor Group to deal with it.

At this moment, the phone suddenly rang, and Chen Feng frowned subconsciously, not wanting to pick it up.

Never again is it a matter of work.

When Chen Feng saw the call, it turned out to be Meng Fan's number.

He picked it up inexplicably, and there was an unexpected voice.

"Chen Feng, is Di Que with you now?" Shang Shiyao's voice obviously suppressed his anger.

Chen Feng was taken aback for a moment, wondering if his uncle was going to stand up for Di Que at this time?

"No, I can't contact him now."

On the other side, Shang Shiyao swears and hangs up the phone abruptly.

This really stunned Chen Feng, he immediately called back and asked, "What happened? What are you looking for Di Que for now?"

"Damn it, Di Que is gone!" Shang Shiyao yelled.

"It's gone?" Chen Feng was immediately confused.

What does it mean to be gone? City Y is such a big place, where else can he go?

At this moment, Shang Shiyao became serious and said, "Chen Feng, let me ask you, is it really your fault for B&D's stock?"

As soon as these words came out, Chen Feng was even more confused, and said angrily and funnyly: "Aren't you talking about Di Que? Why are you talking about B&D stocks again?"

"... B&D was acquired by someone, it just happened yesterday."

"What!?" Chen Feng was startled, and suddenly became fully awake.

He held the phone in a daze for a long time, and suddenly understood that the message contained in Di Que's call turned out to be far more than a simple scandal.

He didn't pay attention to Di Que at such an important moment...

"Where's Di Que?" Chen Feng asked hastily.

"Di Que was beaten up by his father, and then disappeared!" Shang Shiyao gritted his teeth.

This bastard Di Que is too mean for his grandma!Such a big thing happened, but he didn't take the initiative to confess one thing to him.

As soon as the scandal came out, he saw the news and knew about it, but Di Que did it on his own, he just waited and watched the fun.

In fact, Shang Shiyao secretly admires Di Que. Although the exposure of the unethical relationship will cause many troubles, once it is revealed, there is no need to be timid, and you can let go of your mind and live in the sun.

He and Meng Fan were determined not to do this.

However, the fact that B&D was going to be acquired was such a big deal that he still found out about it from his cousin's phone call, which was really unreasonable.

The cousin and brother-in-law were not mean enough, they beat their son hard, and he ran away and couldn't find him, so he remembered and worried, and asked around for his whereabouts.

Shang Shiyao was also surprised to hear from his cousin that B&D's stock was actually operated by Chen Feng.

Although he didn't want to see Chen Feng very much, he felt that Chen Feng would not be a double-faced villain who played tricks behind his back.

"Chen Feng, if you do something to offend Di Que, I'll be the first to cripple you. This time it's definitely not as simple as beating you up." Shang Shiyao threatened bitterly.

Chen Feng had long been dizzy from the continuous news, and couldn't keep up with Shang Shiyao's inexplicable questioning.

He pressed his temple and sighed helplessly: "I had a problem with the company in the past two days, and it was just resolved. Can you start from the beginning if you have something to say?"

Chen Feng listened to Shang Shiyao explain the whole story for him in the car, he only felt a huge stone pressed on his chest and he couldn't breathe, the pressure increased exponentially like never before.

He took a long breath and said to Shang Shiyao: "I haven't taken care of that investment account of mine for a long time. I will thoroughly investigate who is behind this matter and give B&D and Di Que an explanation. As for Di Que , are you sure the last news is that he and Ivan appeared in the Second City Hospital?"

"At least that's what I found out. If Di Que wasn't with you, I'm afraid this idiot fell for that foreigner's tricks."

"I understand. I will also look for him here. If you have any news, please feel free to contact me."

"...Okay, this time I will trust you for now." Shang Shiyao reached a united front with Chen Feng for the first time.

When Chen Feng returned home, the room was clean and quiet, and there was no sign of Di Que's return.

He stood at the door for a long time unable to move, and finally couldn't help but sighed, thinking that he probably had no peace in the recent period.