undernourished

So they ate in harmony and silence for a while.

The orange lights in the house are warm and quiet, and the atmosphere is just right and cozy.

Zhong Yi felt dizzy.

——Rong Mian seemed to be very concerned about whether Zhong Yi ate well, so he would raise his head after eating a piece of fish and stare straight at Zhong Yi's face.

Zhong Yi could only pick up the chopsticks under his watchful eyes, bite the bullet and stuff the fish into his mouth, pretending that he was enjoying the food and showing it to him.

Zhong Yi felt that if he ate any more and went home, he might really suffer a catastrophe.

He finally couldn't stand it anymore, called the waiter to come in, and asked if there was any sake.

The waiter listed the types of wine respectfully, Zhong Yi casually ordered a glass, thinking of taking a couple of sips to warm his stomach, then glanced at the person sitting upright, and asked casually: "You want a glass too? "

"I don't want to drink."

Rong Mian replied quickly, "Sandou said that wine is poisonous."

Kong Sandou had told Rong Mian many times before, saying that the little cat must protect himself when he is working hard outside alone, and he must take care to smell everything before eating and drinking, especially when drinking. OK.

She said that the physique of animals is different from that of humans. The metabolism of alcohol is slower, and it is easy to talk nonsense when drunk, and the body will become uncomfortable.

Rong Mian seemed to understand but didn't understand, she only knew that it was right not to drink.

"Alcohol is really bad for your health, there is no problem with that."

Zhong Yi said slowly, "But drinking is also a form of socializing. Of course, I don't recommend you to drink more of white or red sake, but drinking this kind of sake once in a while to warm your stomach is good for your health."

Rong Mian stared at him suspiciously.

"I do not want."

He said.

"And wine will double the taste of the meat."

Zhong Yi pretended not to hear what he said, and continued to sigh quietly, "But if you really don't want to drink, I won't force you, then—"

"—Give me a drink too, please."

Rong Mian raised her face and politely said to the waiter, "Thank you."

Wine came quickly.

Zhong Yi took a few sips of drink here, and felt his stomach warmed up a lot.

However, Rong Mian on the other side is obviously another extreme: he looked at the wine glass in his hand as if he was facing an enemy, and after a while, he moved his face closer and sniffed it vigilantly.

Rong Mian hesitated and lowered his head, first tentatively licked the wine in the glass with the tip of his tongue, then hesitantly leaned back, his face wrinkled again.

Zhong Yi always thought that his appearance was quite amusing, like a small animal that had swallowed a strange-flavored bean.

"Try to drink two more sips."

Zhong Yi lured him maliciously, saying, "Wine is slightly bitter, just drink a few more sips and you'll feel better, really."

Rong Mian still had a face of resistance.

"Like rotten rice."

He described it slowly, "like the smell of musty hand sanitizer."

He described it in great detail, as if he had really eaten these kinds of things.

"You take a sip, and then eat another bite of meat."

Zhong Yi said slowly, "The bitterness of the wine is his greatest charm. You will find that after a few sips, the meat in your mouth will become sweeter and more delicious."

It may be that the charm of meat is too great, Rong Mian hesitated for a while, but still did it slowly.

I don't know if it's because of a psychological suggestion, Rong Mian swallowed the fish, stared at the wine in the glass with some hesitation for a while, and said for a while, "It seems that there is indeed a little..."

So Zhong Yi watched him wrinkle his face, took another sip of wine, and ate a piece of fish.

He wrinkled his face again and took another sip, and took another bite of meat.

After repeating this cycle for countless times, Rong Mian's eating speed slowed down, and he sat in a daze with his chopsticks in his hand, his eyes were also a little straight.

Then Zhong Yi watched him raise his hand to cover his mouth, lowered his head, and hiccupped.

"I'm stuffed."

He whispered, "I'm a little hot."

Zhong Yi felt that he might be too greedy and drank in a hurry, just as he was about to tell you to take your time and drink slowly, the phone beside Rong Mian's hand started vibrating, and someone called him.

Rong Mian paused slowly.

He stared at the screen for a while, and it took him a while to answer the phone. Zhong Yi saw that he was quiet for a while, and then called out to the receiver in a low voice: "Uncle Yun."

Rong Mian listened silently to what the person on the other end of the phone said, and then replied obediently after a while: "I'm not tired... San Dou is with me."

His speech rate was a little imperceptibly sluggish, probably because he was a little drunk.

Zhong Yi saw him fiddle with the decorative daisies on the plate with his fingers, mumbled a few times, and replied to the person opposite.

Not knowing what the person opposite said, Rong Mian seemed to stiffen for a moment, and then slowly sat up straight.

Then Zhong Yi seemed a little unhappy when he heard him ask: "Do they... must see me?"

"I've been filming recently, and I'm already very tired."

He whimpered quietly like a child.

The boy's mood seemed to suddenly become a little anxious, and his fingers unconsciously scratched the edge of the table: "I don't want to pick up customers anymore, can you tell them that I'm sick..."

Zhong Yi: "...?"

With a sip of wine in his throat, Zhong Yi's mind started to buzz.

He stared at the side face of the boy in amazement, and even wondered for a moment whether he was hallucinating.

The person on the other side of the phone said something again, and the boy lowered his eyes, as if he finally compromised.

"OK then……"

He said vaguely, "You, you must make an agreement with them when the time comes, you still can't kiss my face, and don't... don't wear strange perfume."

"I'll be back after filming this weekend."

He said, "You, you have to take your medicine well."

Rong Mian held the phone and listened quietly for a while, hummed twice, finally put down the phone, and hung up the phone slowly.

Rong Mian stared at the phone screen unresponsively for a while, and then raised her eyes in a daze.

He met Zhong Yi's gaze, and then hiccupped again.

"I didn't mean to listen to you talking to other people."

Zhong Yi took a deep breath, "I just want to confirm with you a certain vocabulary you just said. I suspect that I may have misheard. Did you mean Czech, or Jack, or..."

"It's a reception."

Rong Mian said.

Rong Mian's reaction was more than half a beat slower than usual. He tilted his head and stared at Zhong Yi for a long time, and then repeated it in a straight voice, "I was just telling Uncle Yun that I don't want to pick up guests. .”

Zhong Yi felt that his blood was almost at the same temperature as the ice under the sashimi.

It's messed up.

He thought in horror, the world is really messed up.

The degree of sake is obviously not high, but the cheeks of the boy sitting across from him were a little red, and the light in his eyes dimmed, obviously he looked drunk.

That's why he unpreparedly revealed his secret in front of him.

Zhong Yi knew that he shouldn't continue to ask, but he couldn't help but speak again, his voice was even trembling: "Who are you referring to..."

Rong Mian felt that her vision was a little blurred.

His eyesight has always been good, but now everything in his sight seems to be coated with a hazy halo, he frowned and rubbed his eyes.

"There are a few female guests who haven't seen me for a long time, yes, they are regular customers."

Rong Mian turned her face away, and said intermittently, "They really want to see me, if they can't see me for too long... it will be troublesome, so I... I will go back to receive them on the weekend..."

Zhong Yi felt his heart sink.

Zhong Yi knows how dirty the entertainment industry is, especially since this kid's company is still an unknown small company, usually tied to a contract, and there are people who are forced to do anything.

Listening to Rongmian's tone on the phone just now, it seems that she has been forced to follow many people.

Zhong Yi realized that things might be more serious than he imagined.

He got up and walked to Rong Mian's side, knelt down, pinched his shoulders, and asked a little coldly: "The person who called you just now was your manager? Or the boss of the company?"

The word "company" seemed to make Rong Mian feel a little overwhelmed. He thought for a while and said vaguely, "Probably... it belongs to the boss..."

Zhong Yi asked again: "How long have you been picking up customers?"

Rong Mian said in a daze, "It's been a long time... many years..."

Zhong Yi felt his heart twitch.

"It's very tiring to pick up customers, and sometimes some customers will be too much..."

Rong Mian yawned and said sleepily, "So...so I don't want to pick up guests."

"—How long is your contract with your company?"

Zhong Yi asked coldly.

The word "contract" seems to be a bit difficult for Rong Mian to understand at this time, Rong Mian thought for a while, and hesitated: "Uncle Yun is my benefactor, I should be... I should work for him for the rest of my life."

Zhong Yi remembered that the child had said before that he had no parents. The younger the child with problems in his original family, the easier it would be to be brainwashed and coaxed by black-hearted brokerage companies to sign contracts with various traps.

It's broken.

Zhong Yi took a painful breath.

It may be that Zhong Yi's complexion is too bad, Rong Mian looked at him in a daze for a while, and then added: "Actually, some customers are also very nice and gentle, and there are... some regular customers, they will give me very--"

Before he could say "delicious snacks", Zhong Yi interrupted him with a stinky face.

"What do you do when you accompany guests?" He asked.

Rong Mian froze for a moment, as if he had thought of something bad.

He wrinkled his face and turned his head away, his eyes were a little erratic and he began to talk to himself: "I'm not feeling well, I want to drink water..."

Zhong Yi was not in the mood to continue dragging here. He saw the boy in front of him shaking his head and couldn't sit still, so he stretched out his hand to grab the back of his neck, straightened his head, and forced him to look into his eyes .

As if some invisible switch had been triggered, at the moment Zhong Yi's palm touched the back of Rong Mian's neck, Zhong Yi saw that he flinched slightly, and then fell silent miraculously.

The boy's eyes were wide open, his eyelashes fluttered, and he stared blankly at Zhong Yi.

"... just stay with them, they will... hug me and kiss me, actually bear with it, I'll pass after I sleep."

Rong Mian said obediently, "But sometimes, some customers can't control their emotions. They are too excited, and they will... make me very painful. I don't like it."

Zhong Yi froze for a moment.

"I, my neck hurts a bit."

Rong Mian struggled slightly, "Let me go..."

Rong Mian's ears were a little abnormally red, he seemed to be suffering, and there was even some steam in his eyes, Zhong Yi was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously let go of his hand.

Rong Mian clutched the back of her neck, silently silent.

Zhong Yi took a deep breath.

He suddenly found that everything that seemed unreasonable before made sense at this moment.

Why do you behave so frivolously at a young age, why do you still look confused when you unzip your pants, afraid that you will be coaxed by the company to accompany customers when you are very young, you have long been used to numbness.

Zhong Yi only felt sad and sad.

But Rong Mian didn't know what Zhong Yi was thinking, because he was really sleepy.

When Zhong Yi came back to his senses, he watched the boy in front of him shake his head little by little, and said something vaguely in his mouth, and fell straight forward in the next second.

Seeing that this man was about to sway and slam on the table as a big gift to himself, Zhong Yi hurriedly stretched out his hand, and Rong Mian's face was placed in his palm.

The boy's side face was pressed against his palm, his black hair slightly covered his eyebrows and eyes, his cheeks were slightly red, making his skin white, and his lips were beautifully shaped.

His consciousness was already a little blurred, feeling the slightly higher heat from Zhong Yi's palm, Rong Mian opened his eyes slightly in a half-dream and half-awake state, and met Zhong Yi's eyes.

Then Zhong Yi looked at him and twitched his eyelashes, and then intimately rubbed his face in the palm of his hand slightly.

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