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President Hao Zhizhang jumped out, took the newcomer's shoulders with a smile, and introduced, "Xiao Cheng, this is Si Song. You probably don't know it yet. He is a newcomer, but he is actually our long-standing companion. .Today I finally agreed to join our magazine! Applause!"

There was a burst of applause.

"He is now a signed writer in the agency." Jiang Yuanchun snorted coldly, but he didn't seem to like Si Song very much.

"The editor-in-chief is still so indifferent." Si Song smiled, and his eyes drifted behind Wucheng, "My main job is a Taoist priest. If you have any special troubles, you can come to me. I will see you. Something else."

"Si Song, you are scary..." The president scolded him with a helpless smile, "Don't listen to his nonsense, Xiaocheng, it's his occupational disease. Come on, Xiaocheng, come and see how this issue of the magazine is designed. , give us some advice—" he said, pulling Wu Cheng's arm to enter his office.

"It's not my responsibility, president." Wu Cheng frowned, trying to refuse.

His waist was suddenly pressed against by a cold sharp object, and his figure froze.

Diao Feng stood behind him at some point, while Diao Yun turned around on the swivel chair and winked at him, "If you don't listen to the editor-in-chief, you won't be able to go to nightclubs anymore—"

The knife stabbed a little further, his back tightened, and he obediently followed the president into the room.

Wucheng was pushed in front of the computer by those people, and he expressed his [-]-word impression on the cover of the magazine on the spot, which is simply too deceitful!

A small knife on your waist is nothing, editor-in-chief, how did you pull out a knife from your back!Have you been carrying it!

Wu Cheng was about to cry, he urgently needed to find Chang Xiyang for comfort.But this time around, there was no one there.

Xi Yang?

Where did you go……

Wucheng stood up abruptly, and hurriedly dodged the knife on his neck, Jiang Yuanchun's eyes darkened, "Are you courting death?"

"It's up to you." He was not in the mood to care about these idlers, so he glanced at him coldly and went out to look for them.

"Is he back?" The president muttered something behind him, but he didn't have the heart to listen.Right now, there is only one name in his mind, Chang Xiyang.

Unexpectedly, the area of ​​this small magazine was much larger than it looked. He ran in the corridor almost in a panic, looking around, but found that the corridor seemed to be getting more and more long.What a strange structure!He cursed secretly.

In a hurry, but I didn't know where I touched it. The old wall slowly moved away, and a corridor with a completely different decoration style appeared in front of me.

He was taken aback, and after a careful look, he didn't seem to be threatening, so he dared to walk in carefully.

The deeper you go, the dimmer the light becomes.

In the innermost room, a few rays of light came through the crack in the door.Wu Cheng took light steps and walked over carefully. Just as she was about to press the door handle, she heard a vague voice from inside.

"I know that your current strength is much stronger than mine... If you want to use strength, there is nothing I can do..."

It was Xi Yang's low sobbing sound. Wu Cheng's hearing was excellent, but at this moment, he couldn't hear it indistinctly, and his heart ached.

"It's about the family, is it you..." His voice became lower and lower, he pressed against the door, trying to hear it more clearly.But another voice was heard, "Your son is here."

Before he could open the door, the door opened suddenly and quickly, and the wind that came out blew the broken hair on his forehead.

Inside the door is an unexpected scene.

Si Song sat on the sofa calmly and looked at him jokingly, "Young Master Orange came at a really bad time."

With his back to him, Xi Yang sat straddling Si Song's lap, his clothes disheveled, the open window brought in a cool breeze, and Xi Yang's half-length hair fluttered.

His back trembled violently.Si Song's hand clasped around his waist tightened a little more, and the other hand pinned his loose hair behind his ear.A few scattered buttons on the black leather sofa are particularly conspicuous.

"Chang Xiyang?" Wucheng narrowed her eyes, almost laughing.

Xi Yang finally turned around, his eyes were red, his red lips and a few bright red hickey marks in the collar of his open shirt pierced straight into Wu Cheng's eyes.

He naturally knows where his own hickeys are left.

"No, it's not like that, Chengcheng, listen to me..." Chang Xiyang struggled in a panic to get off the man's lap.

"Huh? Then tell me, I'll listen." He looked at Si Song coldly, holding Xi Yang under control and wrapping him in his arms.

Si Song frowned, lifted Xi Yang's slipped half of the neckline to his shoulders, reached for the suit jacket on the sofa and wrapped it around Xi Yang's trembling body. "Don't Mr. Orange feel that he is going too far?"

"You hold my person and say I'm too much?"

"Your man? He's just your guardian spirit, not your man. Besides, Mr. Orange already has a woman he likes?" Si Song lowered his head, his eyes full of tenderness.

When he looked up at Wucheng again, there was a hint of sneer in his eyes, "How could Xiyang become the guardian spirit of someone like you? What do you have worth protecting?"

Xi Yang stretched out his hand to push him, "Don't say that... I won't let you talk about him."

"Even if he is?"

"Even if he is."

"I see." Si Song carried him to the sofa, buttoned the two buttons of his suit, but still looked calm, "You can do it yourself."

Wucheng walked over and tore off his suit, took off his coat and wrapped it around Chang Xiyang, picked him up by the waist, turned and went out.

Chang Xiyang is very thin, not the kind of weak and thin, but a slender frame covered with thin, well-proportioned and beautiful muscles, slender, but powerful.

His good looks are not as amazing as Xiaoqian's, nor are they as gentle as Si Song's but dazzling enough to shine. He is clean and beautiful, like the bubbling spring water, the wind that passes through the bamboo forest and is stained with mist and moisture. Beads and jade are on the side, and I feel dirty.

But now, this spring, this wind, this jewel...

Wucheng lowered her head to look at the man, but she didn't show any expression.

The entrance to the corridor, where people from the magazine gathered, but no one crossed that line.Everyone was silent, watching him walk by.

He stopped, turned his back to them, without turning around, "You can see him from the beginning, can't you?" No one answered.

Why ask this unnecessary question?

When they got home, Wu Cheng gently put her on the bed, and went straight to close the curtains in the bedroom. The curtains had excellent light-shielding properties, so the warm sunlight was instantly blocked, and the room became dark.

"Is there anything to say?" He sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to wipe the tears off Chang Xiyang's face.

"Didn't it look like you had a lot to say just now? Huh?"

He was not annoyed, his tone was gentle and calm, like a child talking to his favorite toy, but Chang Xiyang couldn't help shivering.

"Don't tell me? Then let me say it? Huh? Xiyang?"

Chang Xiyang was silent and nodded.

"Is he Si Song?"

"Answer me, Xiyang." Wucheng let go of the man's coat.

"Yes."

"Then tell me, how many times have we slept during this period? Have you counted it?" He straightened the man's messy hair and smiled purely.

Chang Xiyang moved his eyes away and shook his head slowly.

"answer me."

"No."

"Then guess, how many times did you call his name when we were in bed? Huh?" He kissed the man's lips that were cold because of fear, "Are you cold, Xiyang?"

Chang Xiyang shook his head, not knowing which question he was answering.

Wucheng pulled the quilt and wrapped the trembling little man gently, "Then the last question, huh? Xiyang, guess again, do you think you call him by his name more often, or call me by my name?" How much time?"

"Don't talk?" He laughed lowly, "Chang Xiyang, do you know how much I love you? Huh? I was too naive, I thought love was absolute possession, but then I realized that I How wrong. But... now I don't feel that I was wrong before."

"I tried to love you tenderly, but I found out that this is not for you. You don't like this, and I don't like it. Right?"

He pulled Chang Xiyang's long hair and forced him to look up into his eyes, "You like rough things, don't you? As I said, I really want to imprison you and let me see you alone. Do you think Am I kidding? Huh?"

"Master Orange...it's you, right?" Chang Xiyang's voice trembled violently. He was terribly scared, but he also felt aggrieved.

"Master Orange? Are you calling me? Yes, you called me that, Xi Yang. I have only lived in this world for twenty years, but that is enough."

He touched the man's forehead, "Good baby, Xiyang, be obedient. I won't let others see you again."

He is undoubtedly Wucheng, and he has not recovered Mr. Cheng's memory... However, under the current situation, Chang Xiyang's heart sank. It seems that his life is going to be difficult.

On Wucheng's youthful face, there was a bit of innocence and kindness.

He untied the belt, then tied Chang Xiyang's fragile wrist, "Don't move, Xiyang..."

His voice was clear and gentle, with the cleanliness and beauty of a teenager, "If you move around, it will look like this."

Wucheng's fingers followed his body all the way down, and before Chang Xiyang could react, his right ankle was twisted off by the man with a click, and the severe pain of broken bones pierced straight into his body , He snorted suddenly, bit his lower lip tightly, and forced himself not to make a sound.

"Does it hurt?" Wu Cheng felt a little distressed, and gently wiped the cold sweat from the trembling forehead, "Then you have to be good, or it will hurt even more."

Chang Xiyang raised his eyes and rolled his eyes at him, but he didn't have the energy to speak out.He really didn't expect that this person could be so ruthless.

"Don't look at me like this, Xiyang, I'm very sad. Wait until I go out? You have a good sleep. This may be the last time you sleep on the bed. Enjoy it. Huh?"

Wucheng bowed her head and kissed the handsome man's lips. The dark emotion on the innocent boy's face was particularly inconsistent, and even ruthless, "Remember this pain, I gave it to you... wait for me to come back .obedient."

He didn't miss it either, he turned around and left, as if Chang Xiyang was really some imprisoned bastard, not the lover who was still tender and lingering with him yesterday.

Chang Xiyang heard the footsteps of the person leaving and the sound of the door being locked. The severe pain in his ankle almost made him lose his mind. He curled up weakly on the bed, fell into a drowsy state, and actually fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, but when I woke up again, I was already in a completely different environment.

There was no longer a soft bed under his body. He was lying on the cold hard floor without any clothes. His body was hurting and his hands were still tied. Chang Xiyang tried to move his other good foot , but his ankle was bound by something heavy and cold... Ah, the iron chains have been taken out, and Wu Cheng is really angry.

There was a bad sound in his heart.

"Don't move." Wu Cheng's voice suddenly came from the other side of the room, making him shiver in fright.

Chang Xiyang raised his head and looked over, there was a small dim light over there, the orange light was soft but thin, illuminating Wucheng's hand holding the pen, this person... is drawing?