The bird raised by the boss has lost his memory

After Chu Jing left, Song Zhixia sat on the ground for a while, and after finally gathering some strength, he poured himself a cup of hot water.

Song Zhixia didn't know how he finished grinding the beans and making the coffee.

I just remember that when the coffee was delivered to the study, Chu Jing didn't even lift his head, and continued to type on the keyboard. When he saw him coming in, he raised his chin slightly: "You can just put it there."

Song Zhixia retreated quietly, and the delivery of medicine finally arrived. After taking the medicine, he went upstairs to take a shower and sleep.

A sick person's body will be weaker. After lying on the bed, the medicine will take effect. Song Zhixia wrapped in a quilt and fell into a drowsy sleep.

In the winter night, everything is silent, the sky is like thick ink that cannot be melted, the bleak wind whizzes across the earth, whizzes away, and after a while, it snows, and thick frost forms on the windows.

Even though the heating was turned on in the room, Song Zhixia's body was cold, his hands and feet were cold under the quilt, he curled up, his black hair fell on the snow-white pillow.

After finalizing the cooperation matters, Chu Jing sent Yu Qingbai to leave. After checking the time, he walked into the master bedroom and was about to go to bed. He caught a glimpse of Song Zhixia lying on the bed.

Only the sleep light was turned on in the room, and the light that leaked in from the side of the corridor reflected irregular light bands. Under the dim light, Song Zhixia's sleeping face was even more serene.

His skin was smooth and delicate, his hair was a little messy pasted on his forehead, and his facial features were exquisite and picturesque. Chu Jing seemed to be able to see the stunning appearance of those pale blue eyes when they opened.

It was snowing heavily outside the window, fluttering like goose feathers, and the temperature dropped below freezing.

At this moment, unable to tell what was on his mind, Chu Jing stepped forward, knelt on one knee on the bed, bent down, and gently touched his face with his right hand.

He suddenly remembered that when he first met Song Zhixia, the other party was just a college student, and it was also such a cold winter.

Song Zhixia was only 20 years old that year, young and full of vigor, he had many things, friends, teachers, future, and lovers.

Chu Jing passed by University A, and heard that Chu Entertainment Company's scouts were scouting for new recruits at University A, so he stopped by to take a look, and then saw Song Zhixia.

It was the New Year's Eve party, and the performance department held a party. With so many programs, Song Zhixia came on stage in a white robe and began to dance swords.

His figure is as light as a swallow, as light as a frightened bird, like a swimming dragon, his long sword pierces through the silvery white moonlight, shining colorful lights, and along with his heroic youthful spirit, he dazzles Chu Jing's eyes.

Chu Jing even forgot to smoke, and there was applause at the scene, and his heart, which was as calm as stagnant water, suddenly became turbulent, and he looked straight at him.

After the performance, Song Zhixia flew off the stage like a happy bird, and the young people in the audience hugged him with open arms, and praised loudly: "Our Xiaxia is really amazing!"

It was as if a demon seed had been buried in his heart, constantly absorbing nutrients. After watching this scene, Chu Jing had only one thought, that he wanted him.

In the darkness, Song Zhixia didn't sleep well. He was vaguely aware of the light, but his consciousness was so dizzy that he couldn't open his eyes at all. With all his strength, he could only lift his fingers.

The familiar scent wrapped him like a net, making him even more breathless.

Song Zhixia was forced to open his eyes, and was kissed in the next moment. The other party knew his body well, easily captured the city, and unbuttoned all the buttons of his pajamas.

"Yan..."

It was just a very light, vague raving.

Chu Jing is like a sharp lion, more aggressive, and his rude strength wants to eat Song Zhixia: "Yan what? It's been three years and you still can't forget your ex-boyfriend?"

Song Zhixia woke up completely after being hurt. His voice was thick and nasal: "Mr. Chu."

Feeling the pain of being torn apart, Song Zhixia subconsciously clenched the bed sheet tightly and almost cried out.

It hurts too much, really hurts too much, the stomach pain has not been completely relieved, this kind of torture is no less than grinding his internal organs with a blunt knife, and he even tastes blood in his mouth.

"Chu, Chu Jing." Song Zhixia put his hands on his shoulders, with physiological tears in the corners of his eyes, "Can you be gentle?"

Chu Jing looked down at him, as if he was sure that this person was completely owned by him and under his control, feeling a great sense of satisfaction from the bottom of his heart.

He stretched out his hand and pinched his earlobe: "Don't dare to mispronounce my name again."

After everything was over, it was already midnight.

Although Chu Jing is usually mean, but when he is satisfied, he will be considerate when he is in a good mood.

He bathed Song Zhixia, rubbed his stomach for him, and then carried him to bed.

Song Zhixia couldn't fall asleep at all, he lay beside Chu Jing for a while, looking sideways at him.

In terms of appearance alone, Chu Jing is actually very handsome, and a casual smile can make many girls' hearts explode, but most of the time he is unpredictable and moody, so many people respect him and fear him.

The quilt was very big, and the distance between the two was a bit far. Song Zhixia slowly moved over and put his face on his shoulder: "Mr. Chu."

Song Zhixia's body is very soft, with the fragrance after bathing. Naturally, Chu Jing will not resist this kind of intimacy. He said concisely: "Say."

The snow outside the window has stopped, and the milky white snow is piled up on the branches.

Song Zhixia glanced past Chu Jing's chin, and looked at the bird on the branch outside the window. It was a black crow, stiff from the cold, with pea-sized eyes that couldn't turn away.

"I heard that your father's [-]th birthday will be held in a few days, and a grand birthday party will be held. I want to go with you."

The secretary had reminded Chu Jing about this, and Chu Jing opened his eyes, and looked down at Song Zhixia in his arms, as if looking appreciatively.

Song Zhixia's surface was soft and well-behaved, and she couldn't see any abnormalities.

Chu Jing lightly pinched his earlobe: "Do you want to go to such a boring banquet?"

"I want to know more about the place where you live." Song Zhixia's voice was gentle, like a breeze blowing in his ears, "I'm very curious about this."

No normal man could resist this sentence in this environment, and Chu Jing was certainly considered a normal man.

He couldn't help but get distracted. Most of the little lovers his friends have are on the outside and on the back, and they treat the benefactor one by one. Dear, turn around and take the card to go out for high consumption, spending tens of millions without blinking an eye. one time.

But Song Zhixia was very consistent, no matter what he wanted at any time, he would try his best to meet any needs of Chu Jing.

Chu Jing never thought about it before, but today Song Zhixia actually said such a thing, just imagine how one person would be curious about another person's past and growth environment?

Is this... like?

It makes sense, after all, Chu Jing is so outstanding and charismatic, Song Zhixia has been with him for many years, and he can't help it for a while, it's quite normal.

Chu Jing warned: "Song Zhixia, we are just a nurturing relationship, don't think about anything else."

The crow is still standing on the branch, like a statue.

Song Zhixia's voice became softer: "But I really want to go."

Chu Jing said coldly, "I won't just agree to any request."

As he spoke, he let go of him and lay down straight.

For a while there was no movement around.

Chu Jing sneered in his heart. He is a principled person, and he has always taken care of public affairs very lightly. To him, Song Zhixia is just a little bird for fun. Bring this kind of person home?Arabian Nights.

It's time for Song Zhixia to wake up, how dare he fall in love with him?His eyesight was too high.

His body suddenly sank, and immediately, a hairy head emerged from the quilt in front of his chest.

Under the uncertain night, Song Zhixia's pale blue eyes twinkled like stars. He lay on Chu Jing's body, crossed his hands under his chin, and moved lightly with Chu Jing's chest breathing.

The same fragrance on the two of them fused with each other, with the warmth of the body, exuding warmth and sweetness, he just looked at him so straightly, and asked solemnly: "Then how can you promise me?"

"..."

Chu Jing's breathing was slightly stagnant, and he looked at Song Zhixia who was close at hand, and he got stuck for a while.

Song Zhixia moved closer to him, brushed his hair lightly against his chin, and said in a drawn out voice, "Mr. Chu?"

……

When he woke up the next day, Chu Jing couldn't remember what ecstasy soup he had been poured into last night, and what he promised against his principles.

This can probably be called, unknown magic power.

The author has something to say: It’s easy to change [-] a day, but difficult to change [-] a day, I’m just a younger brother