The bird raised by the boss has lost his memory

Although everyone here is not friends with Chu Jing, they are all in the same circle. They all know that Chu Jing raised a canary.

Originally thought that with Chu Jing's temperament, he would throw it away after playing for a few months at most, but he didn't expect him to be so affectionate, and he raised Song Zhixia for three years without throwing it away.

So at this moment, he looked at her with more or less curiosity, and had to admit that Song Zhixia's face was indeed unparalleled, more delicate and beautiful than on TV.

A young lady with a sweet voice said, "Zhixia, it's your first time here, what do you want to play?"

Song Zhixia wiped the corners of his lips with a tissue, and his eyes fell on the pile of red and white wine on the table. He was quiet for a while, then smiled: "What do you usually play?"

"Today Zhixia is here, let's have fun." Lu Chen put his hand on Song Zhixia's shoulder and said with a smile, "Why don't you come to play a game, whoever loses will take off one piece, and if you don't want to take it off, you can use wine instead."

None of the people present couldn't let it go, and they could tell that Lu Chen was Sima Zhao's heart, but since Chu Jing didn't say anything, they naturally wouldn't object, and were happy with the beauty of adults: "Okay, come on, I have no objection. "

Song Zhixia's eyelids twitched slightly, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Beside the balcony, Yu Qingbai stood beside Chu Jing with arms folded, and said in amazement: "It's such a big game as soon as you come up, Chu Jing, do you really care?"

Chu Jing didn't even lift his head, his deep and steady eyes were casually looking out of the window.

At the beginning of the game, play every seven times. This game is very simple and easy to learn. After several rounds of playing, Song Zhixia didn't miss it. On the contrary, other people lost. Unspoken smile.

The girl didn't wear much at all, only a short lace skirt, a shawl, and grid stockings. When she was asked to take it off, her face visibly froze, but she still chose to take off the shawl gracefully.

After taking off the shawl, there was only a suspender lace dress left inside. Although the air conditioner was turned on in the room, the girl still couldn't help shivering. Her shoulders were white and her breasts were full.

Many boys seem to have cast their eyes on her.

Song Zhixia knew that at this moment, in the hearts of this group of people, he was no different from this girl, but a plaything that could be humiliated at will.

After playing every seventh day and starting to compare dice, Lu Chen specially picked Song Zhixia as his opponent, and he smiled: "Zhixia, I'm very unlucky, you have to let me go."

Song Zhixia said: "I'm also very good at playing."

The first round of dice began to roll, and when it came out, Lu Chen had one six and one four, Song Zhixia had five and one.

"Oh, you lost." Lu Chen rested his chin on one hand and stared at him, "Then what do you want to choose?"

He poured half a glass of beer into a white glass, pushed it in front of Song Zhixia, and thoughtfully said: "It's so cold, don't take off your clothes and don't catch a cold, let's have a drink."

Song Zhixia didn't even look at the wine, put his fingers on the zipper of his jacket, and said calmly, "I choose to take off my clothes."

He unzipped the zipper, took off the heavy coat, and put it aside, revealing the light brown sweater inside.

Lu Chen's eyes became more interested, and he continued to roll the dice: "Then let's continue."

Song Zhixia might be quick in reaction, but he was really unlucky. After losing the first round, he still lost in the second round.

Lu Chen regretted, "Why did you lose again? I thought it must be me who lost this round."

Those who were playing games or flirting next to me stopped at some point, looked in Song Zhixia's direction, and someone laughed and said, "Lu Chen, what's the matter with you? People know that Xia is a newcomer, and it's not good to let others lose two rounds in a row as soon as he comes up." All right?"

"There's nothing you can do if you're lucky." Lu Chen spread his hands helplessly.

Looking at the glass of clear yellow liquid on the table, Song Zhixia's stomach is still churning.

From the moment he entered the door, he knew Chu Jing's intentions. After being together for three years, he really knew Chu Jing very well.

—he wanted to punish him, to embarrass him.

If the goal is not achieved, or if Chu Jing thinks that Song Zhixia hasn't learned enough, the punishment will not stop.

If so, there is no need to toss your stomach.

Body and self-esteem have to be given up, Song Zhixia chooses body.

He paused: "I choose to undress."

He slowly took off the sweater, leaving only a thin cotton long sleeve on his body.

His body was already thin, but his limbs became more slender after taking off his clothes.

Song Zhixia could feel that the gazes of the people around him were more intense, as if their desires were written in their eyes unabashedly, like a spotlight shining on him.

From the moment he sat here, Song Zhixia seemed to calmly peel off his soul. He knew that he could deal with this calmly, but it was only at this moment that he realized how nauseous he was.

In the third game, God didn't seem to intend to take care of him, Song Zhixia continued to lose.

Lu Chen walked up to him, sat down on the armrest of the booth, and put his hands around his shoulders. The smell of cologne on his body was very pungent: "This last one, can I help you take it off?"

Song Zhixia didn't move, and slowly clenched his fingers tightly. He seemed to be very clear, but he didn't seem to be awake. When the opponent's fingers slid from his shoulders to his waist, he didn't move.

Lu Chen licked his lips. Through the thin layer of clothing, the soft and slender waist was close at hand, and he could almost imagine touching it.

He was so focused that he ignored the surrounding environment and it was a little strangely quiet. Lu Chen touched the hem of his clothes with his fingers, and when he was about to poke in again, someone grabbed his wrist suddenly, and the force almost crushed his wrist.

Lu Chen almost screamed in pain. Looking up, he saw a tall and handsome man standing in front of him, and said calmly, "That's all for today."

Chu Jing casually threw a piece of clothing over Song Zhixia's head, and looked down at him condescendingly: "Song Zhixia, do you know your identity now?"

The whole hall was silent except for the sound of background music. When Chu Jing came, no one dared to speak until they understood the situation.

The nails almost sank into the sofa, and Song Zhixia's expression, which had been maintained so well, finally had a crack at this moment.

The level of humiliation in this sentence is greater than that experienced in this short hour.

But Song Zhixia seemed to have no temper, and there was a warm smile on the corner of his lips: "It's clear."

It's never been so clear.

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