[Quick wear] His ex, he overturned again

"what did you say?"

Coy froze.

Before he could think about it, Jing Huai suddenly grabbed his waist and kissed him forcefully.

The students walking around burst into laughter, and Ke Yi blushed and pushed Jing Huai away forcefully.

Then he was picked up and stuffed into the car.

Jing Huai sat in the driver's seat, turned his head to look at the young man with his head down and red ears, and sneered.

In the past, he liked the way Koy blushed when he kissed him the most, but now he just felt that he was being pretentious.

The smile that received the love letter kept flashing in my mind.

If he didn't come today, would Koy agree to that person's confession, and then deal with himself while dealing with that person like he did three years ago?

The fingertips holding the steering wheel turned white, Jing Huai narrowed his long and narrow eyes, and said coldly: "You have broken the contract."

Koy took a deep breath, looked at the rapidly receding tree shadows outside the car window, and explained:

"I had no idea something like this was going to happen, and I wouldn't accept his confession."

He sneered, "You should tear it up immediately and throw it back."

Ke Yi glanced at the gloomy man, mustered up his courage and said in a low voice: "You are making trouble for no reason."

The car came to a sudden stop.

These words were like an arrow, precisely hitting Jing Huai's pain point.

Are you making trouble for no reason? I hope that when you beg for mercy later, you won't cry so hard like you were on the bed.

He took out his mobile phone, sent a message, then stepped on the gas pedal again, and merged into the traffic.

The atmosphere in the car was suppressed to the extreme for a while, Koy lowered his head, and stubbornly did not say another word.

After 15 minutes, the sports car stopped.

"get off."

Ke Yi followed Jing Huai silently, and walked into a well-decorated small building. A woman in a professional dress led them in respectfully, as if they had made an appointment.

Walking into the room, there was melodious music and a reclining chair, and there were many things he couldn't understand.

"Wait a minute, the tattoo artist will be here soon."

Ke Yi's eyes widened in disbelief. Just now he thought that Jing Huai was just talking, but he didn't expect that he really wanted to tattoo himself.

"I don't get tattoos! If you want to get tattoos, you can choose whatever patterns you want."

He clenched his fists and was so angry that he couldn't breathe. He turned and left. The next second, his wrist was grabbed and he was pressed hard against the wall.

"I set the rules, you have no right to refuse." Jing Huai said quietly.

"I am a human being, not your property!"

"You sold yourself to me, what dignity are you talking about with me now?"

He forced the young man to turn his head, his fingertips grazed his fair cheeks fiercely, paranoia and gloom erupted again at this moment.

"Tattoo, just here, okay?"

In this way, everyone will know that you are mine, so that no one will covet you again.

Ke Yi's chest heaved, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

With tattoos on his face, what is the difference between this and the ancient slave seal? How can he see people in the future!

He tried hard to break free, but he was hugged around the waist and pressed on the reclining chair. His wrists and ankles were bound by cowhide straps, and he couldn't move at all.

"let me go!"

Coy's wrist was clasped beside his ear, and he was slaughtered like a fish on a chopping board.

The door was pushed open, and the white-gloved tattooist was holding the tablet, turning a blind eye to the young man on the chair, and just handed the tablet to the man, signaling him to choose a pattern.

Jing Huai glanced at the young man who was struggling constantly, cut out a blank area, and signed his name with a flat pen.

"Location, where do you want the tattoo to be."

Hearing these words, Ke Yi stopped struggling, his heart twitched violently, and Jing Huai also looked at him, as if waiting for him to speak.

Ke Yi's eyes were terrified, and after a while he compromised with tears: "Please, don't put it on your face..."

If you have to get a tattoo, don't put it on your face so that he can still see people.

Jing Huai laughed, walked up to the young man, and brushed the young man's messy hair from struggling.

"Why do you ask for a detour?"

Coy repeated in a low voice.

"Don't put it on your face..."

"Okay, not on the face." Jing Huai raised the corners of his lips, "Then it's on the waist."

The melodious music changed its tune, Koy closed his eyes, and his tense body instantly relaxed.

Just put it on the waist, it's much better than the face.

He has no choice.

As long as Jing Huai is not happy, he can withdraw the funds at any time, or use other means to make their company encounter a greater crisis.

Compared with illusory feelings, this way of asking is more stable, isn't it?

The clothes were picked up, disinfected, and outlines were drawn. Koy's heartbeat was so fast that he didn't dare to move, feeling sad in his heart.

Never imagined that one day I would get a tattoo.

Mom hates people with tattoos, and they must not be seen by her.

After finishing the preliminary work, after a while, he felt a sharp pain like a needle prick. He gritted his teeth and looked at the ceiling, forcing himself not to look.

Time passed by, and when I heard the sound of recovery, my hair and clothes were already wet with sweat.

Finally done.

he thought absently.

The cowhide button on his wrist was unbuttoned, and one arm lifted him up. Coy gasped and lay weakly in the man's arms.

"Look, do you like it?"

The clothes were pulled away, and Koy saw his waist, his skin was flushed, and a series of signatures were impressively tattooed on it.

It's Jing Huai's name.

Ke Yi's eyes trembled, he raised his hand to touch it, his fingertips were hanging in the air, and finally he covered his face with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

"It's not easy to wash."

Jing Huai gently rubbed the young man's red wrist, and jokingly said, "If you sleep with someone else in the future, it will be difficult to explain."

The edge of the black signature is still red and swollen, and it looks very clear and... color, breath on the white waist.

A sense of satisfaction suddenly surged in his heart.

It's like a child signing his name on a beloved notebook.

Even if he doesn't want Ke Yi in the future, Ke Yi will still have to carry his name with him for the rest of his life.

The melodious music was playing as usual, and the tattoo artist dutifully began to explain the precautions. Koy lowered his eyes and didn't listen at all.

"There will be another time." His jaw was lifted, "It will be tattooed on the face, understand?"

Ke Yi nodded feebly, exhausted physically and mentally, and let Jing Huai pick him up.

This week, he was always on call, no matter how rough Jing Huai was, and even asked himself to go back on the spot every time he finished, he never complained.

After all, he had begged Jing Huai and had hurt him once, but just because of a love letter from a passerby, he forced himself to tattoo his name...

Don't you have any doubts about what happened back then?

Could it be that in your mind, I am the kind of person who is always on the go?

Ke Yi was put on the car, Jing Huai fastened his seat belt for him, pulled his clothes, pulled the fabric away from the burning wound, and whispered: "Can I go home?"

"You don't need to go back, you will accompany me today."

No, he came home too late recently, and my mother was already suspicious.

Ke Yi opened his mouth, gave up dejectedly, turned on his phone and sent a WeChat message, saying that he was spending the night at a friend's house today.

His mother quickly called and asked him which friend he was, and asked him to spend the night one after another. He was caught off guard and confused in a vague way.

At the end of the phone call, Mother Ke sighed and pointedly said, "It's your high school classmate. Mom shouldn't care about you when you grow up, but just don't smoke and drink like those bad kids and skip class."

Coy let out a muffled hum.

After hanging up the phone, Jing Huai looked over, "It seems that your parents don't know the sacrifice you made."

"They don't need to know."

Jing Huai sneered, and ignored Keyi.

He will understand that this silent sacrifice is meaningless.

Just like myself three years ago, working overtime for his and Koy's future, the result was betrayal in the end, and a sentence - there is no possibility for me and him, it's just for fun.

Although Mr. Zhang passed on the position of successor to him, many people in the company hated him, Cheng Yaojin, who broke out halfway. In order to secure his position, he fought for power and profit with others all the time.

The purpose is that one day, I can hold Koy in the palm of my hand and avenge all the hatred.

He glanced at the young man's pale face, and let out a breath slowly.

But it's not as easy as expected.

He brought the young man back to the villa, and after a simple meal, he continued to deal with the company's affairs. When he walked out of the study, the young man sat cross-legged on the sofa, his eyelashes drooping, casting a fan-like shadow, concentrating on modifying something.

He has seen this scene many times. At that time, Coy was writing his thesis assignment, and he continued the unfinished work.

But that was all three years ago.

He sat down next to the young man, and the young man trembled reflexively.

"what are you doing?"

Koy's fingers froze on the keyboard, and he said after a while, "Tomorrow at eight o'clock, I'm going to participate in the defense of the photography contest, and I'm still revising the manuscript."

His voice dropped, "I've been preparing for a long time, please let me go."

Jing Huai sneered, "Could it be that I'm still stopping you?"

He pushed off Koy's clothes, and Koy shuddered, and suddenly became tense.

"Can I stop today, it hurts..."

The location of the tattoo has been stinging, not particularly uncomfortable, but if it was like that, it would definitely be touched.

Jing Huai didn't speak, looking at his name on the young man's waist, his eyes darkened, he turned around and took a tube of ointment, and threw it to Ke Yi.

"You paint it yourself."

Koy looked at it, and it seemed to be something like repair cream, so he squeezed a little on his fingertips, frowned, and applied it on his waist.

After finishing all this, Jing Huai had already left. He rubbed his temples tiredly, tried his best to revise the manuscript, set an alarm clock for himself, turned off the lights and went to bed.

I hope tomorrow's defense goes well. He has been preparing for the winter vacation until now, hoping that his work will be recognized.

For tomorrow's game, he didn't know how many nights he stayed up.

I don't know how long it took, Jing Huai finished handling the affairs, came back from the study, saw the young man was already asleep, took off his clothes for a while and went to bed.

After hesitating for a while, he hugged the young man into his arms, avoiding the location of the tattoo.

Forget it, anyway, I fell asleep and didn't know.

However, the moment the soft body was embraced in his arms, the heat was astonishingly high.

Jing Huai panicked for no reason, and raised his hand to touch the young man's forehead.

Coy has a fever!