love you

Jiang Qi was restless, the salary tonight was gone.

With a sullen face, Ming Zheng followed closely behind him and grabbed his wrist: "Let me see your face."

"Go away."

Jiang Qi loosened his neckline, walked outside to a balcony, and woke up with the cool breeze.

Ming Zheng followed, looked behind him silently for a long time, and asked, "Are you here only for drinks?"

Jiang Qi raised his eyelids to look at him, and said flatly, "I will accompany you with everything."

Mingzheng's face darkened immediately, he grabbed his collar and shouted: "Are you so short of money?"

"That's right! It's just the lack of money!" Jiang Qi frowned, and slapped his palm away, "What's your business? It's been 800 years and you don't care about this! Don't you still think about it?" Me?"

"..." Mingzheng was speechless, his chest heaved violently, and after holding back for a long time, he cursed: "I'm willing to fall!"

Jiang Qi's eyes darkened, he pushed him against the wall, and said very close: "What's wrong with you? If you don't understand the boss, I will only accompany you from now on?"

As soon as the words fell, both of them froze.

Mingzheng looked at him steadfastly, and after a while, the corners of his lips curled up, and he said mockingly: "Jiang Qi, you haven't forgotten that you dumped me, have you?"

Jiang Qi's heart tightened, and his heart skipped a beat.

With a mocking expression on his face, Ming Zheng grabbed his waist and pulled him towards him. The two of them were very close. He leaned to Jiang Qi's lips and whispered: "Let's think about it, we were 17 when we met, and 19 when we were together. Years old, let me see how many years have passed, oh, seven years, you are already 26? You are already an old man, why don't I find someone who is younger, I must find you?"

Jiang Qi's pupils shrank for a moment, and all the leisure and comfort on his face disappeared. He looked straight at Ming Zheng expressionlessly, and his slender eyelashes remained motionless.

Mingzheng looked at his distressed expression, but he didn't feel as happy as he imagined, just when he thought he was going to continue in a stalemate, Jiang Qi suddenly laughed and said lightly: "Yes, you are right, it's a sell anyway. Ass, whoever is selling is not selling, nor is it necessary to sell you."

Mingzheng's face suddenly became very scary. He squeezed Jiang Qi's cheek, smiled contemptuously, and gritted his teeth: "Will someone want someone like you?"

Jiang Qi patted him away, shrugged his shoulders and said: "Maybe someone is blind. Let me go back to accompany the wine. I can earn 5 or 6 a night. We will not look at such a small amount of money." In your eyes?"

Looking at the person in front of him, Mingzheng felt that his brain had been turned into a 100-degree paste by qi, his language expression center tripped, and he couldn't form a word for a long time. The qi of a year was exhausted today!

When Jiang Qi was a teenager, he had the appearance of a male god on campus. At that time, Mingzheng often asked him if he was a dummy, how could there be a man with such white skin and not even a single pimple, and even met him in the bathroom? Just staring at him deliberately, Jiang Qi asked him what he was looking at, and Ming Zheng said that he wanted to make sure if he was disguised as a man.

Jiang Qi was so angry that he threw the soap in his hand directly at his face. Adolescent boys still have great strength. Mingzheng faced the dark circles under the eyes thrown out by the soap, and the bridge between the two of them was just like this.

At that time, Jiang Qi was still a little immature and young, but now at the age of 26, he has grown up, and the precipitation of the years has added a bit of mature and elegant temperament.

He was too lazy to say anything more to Mingzheng, and turned his head to leave after the harsh words, but someone grabbed his wrist tightly.

"Okay." Mingzheng smiled slyly, and said, "Anyway, I'm bored today, and I don't bother to find someone else. Tell me, how much is it for one night?"

"..." There was a flash of struggle in Jiang Qi's eyes, but he still chose to push him away: "Get lost!"

Mingzheng pinched him fiercely, for fear that he would go to someone else: "Tell me, how much is it? After all, I'm still a regular customer, right?"

Jiang Qi froze and clenched his hands into fists.

He needs money, very, very, very much.

Jiang Qi: "Fifty thousand."

Mingzheng: "Are you stealing money? You're not a chick!"

"Do you want love or not, don't get out!"

"Row!"

In the room, Jiang Qi was panting, and finally calmed down, the people behind posted up again.

He grabbed Ming Zheng's groping hand: "The second time is a different price."

Mingzheng looked at him in disbelief: "You really treat me like a kid!"

Jiang Qi's eyes were still wet, his lips were slightly parted and swollen, and he said four words coldly: "Do you want love?"

"..." Mingzheng humiliatedly agreed to the unequal deal.

One night, Mingzheng changed to n kinds of shameless and impatient postures and tossed Jiang Qi vigorously. If he wanted to change to the past, Jiang Qi would definitely not agree, and he would punch him in the face and hold him down, which would be a severe beating, but now Jiang Qi could only accept it.

He buried his face in the pillow, tears from the corners of his eyes seeping into the pillowcase.

When he woke up the next day, Jiang Qi was still asleep with his eyes closed, and Ming Zheng was fully dressed. He wrote a check and put it on the bedside table, and turned to go out.

Suddenly, Jiang Qi turned over.

Hearing the movement, Mingzheng slowed down and listened with his ears open.

Jiang Qi said lightly: "Remember to pay the room fee."

Mingzheng: "..."

How come there is a feeling of spending money to be slept on?