Substitute unspoken rules

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After Zhao Yicheng left the lounge, Xin Shangzhi returned to his previous gentleness, reached out and rubbed Song Yike's head and asked in a low voice, "Why does he always come to trouble you?"

Song Yi didn't know how to answer. In fact, he himself didn't know why Zhao Yicheng wanted to put him to death all the time, sending him into Wang Chongyang's jaws, robbing him of resources, and swearing at each other whenever they met...

The most important thing is that Zhao Yicheng and Wang Chongyang are together, and now Wang Chongyang is holding on to him, even threatening Xin Shangzhi, making Song Yi a little flustered.

Song Yike vaguely wanted to avoid this topic, he was afraid that he would accidentally bring up Wang Chongyang in front of Xin Shang again.

He reached out and touched Xin Shangzhi's forehead covered with a thin layer of sweat, and frowned involuntarily:

"I'll find you a clean dress, wait for me."

Xin Shangzhi grabbed his wrist and pulled him back into his arms, and intertwined his fingers aggressively, and looked down at him with a trace of nostalgia in his eyes:

"A Song."

Song Yi could ask Xin Shangzhi anything else, and looked up at Xin Shangzhi.

The two looked at each other in this extremely ambiguous posture for a long time, but Xin Shangzhi didn't speak.

Xin Shangzhi's deep peach eyes were half-closed, and when looking down at him, Xin Shangzhi looked even more charming. Xin Shangzhi called him again in a low voice: "A Song."

Xin Shangzhi's sexy voice was like an electric current, which fascinated Song Yike as much as his heartbeat.

Song Yike stared at Xin Shangzhi, trying to remember all the expressions on Xin Shangzhi's face, "What's wrong?"

Xin Shangzhi smiled slightly, and replied softly, "I want to call you more."

Song Yike felt a warm feeling in his heart. Although he couldn't see what Xin Shangzhi was thinking now, Xin Shangzhi was always reassuring.

He tightly held Xin Shangzhi's hands clasped with him, and replied in a dependent tone: "Okay."

After a long time, Song Yike said, "Xin Shangzhi, let's go home!"

Xin Shangzhi pursed his lips and said nothing, reached out and touched the tear mole in the corner of his eye, and said slowly:

"Is he with Wang Chongyang?"

Xin Shangzhi didn't directly say it was Zhao Yicheng, but Song Yi audibly understood, "Yes."

"Let's go home first! You have to have a good rest, otherwise you won't be able to go on a business trip if you are sick."

Song Yike took his hand out of Xin Shangzhi's hand, pulled him to the closet, found a barely fitting dress, and handed it to Xin Shangzhi.

Xin Shangzhi pursed his lips and said nothing, and didn't reach out to take the clothes, just stared at him blankly.

Song Yike coaxed Xin Shangzhi softly, "Change your clothes quickly."

Xin Shangzhi still didn't speak, Song Yi was a little flustered, seeing Xin Shangzhi's uneasy expression all the time, his heart was sour.

Xin Shangzhi suddenly said, "A Song help me change."

"I'm running out of strength."

Suddenly Xin Shangzhi fell down on Song Yike's body. Song Yike helplessly supported Xin Shangzhi to sit on the edge of the bed, and unbuttoned Xin Shangzhi's shirt with slow hands.

As soon as he unbuttoned the two buttons, Xin Shangzhi's expression froze suddenly, and he stopped his hand, which was still unbuttoning, as if realizing something.

Song Yike asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Xin Shangzhi twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "It's nothing, I'll do it myself!"

Xin Shangzhi's sudden movement made Song Yike pause for an instant, he let go of his hand and let Xin Shangzhi unbutton himself, "Okay..."

Just when Song Yike stood up and wanted to change his dirty and sticky clothes, he vaguely saw a few scars from Xin Shangzhi's slightly opened collar.

Song Yike stared at the underside of Xin Shangzhi's fair neck, wanting to see it more clearly. Seeing that he didn't move, Xin Shangzhi just sat on the edge of the bed without changing his clothes, and stared blankly at him for a while. Standing up, he asked, "Ah Song, where is the bathroom?"

Xin Shangzhi got up and walked out the door with his clothes, Song Yike dragged him back.

Xin Shangzhi was different from the past, he only used a little strength, and Xin Shangzhi was easily dragged back and fell on the soft bed.

Xin Shangzhi saw Song Yike tugging at him, and half-jokingly said: "Why, Ah Song wouldn't want to be here, but the door is not locked, so what if someone comes in later... ..."

Song Yike didn't want to discuss these indecent topics with Xin Shangzhi at this time, so he quickly pulled Xin Shangzhi's collar.

Xin Shangzhi still said in a serious manner: "Ah Song is very proactive today, why don't we go home first!"

"Are you afraid that I won't be able to see me tomorrow on a business trip? I can't bear it!"

Song Yi couldn't help it anymore, his lips trembled uncontrollably, "Xin Shangzhi, what are you doing in the hospital?"

"You are injured, how did you get the injury?"

"You have something to hide from me?"

Xin Shangzhi stopped Song Yike's hands from tugging at his collar. Song Yike was afraid of hurting Xin Shangzhi again, so he didn't dare to use too much force. Soon he was stopped by Xin Shangzhi.

The corner of Xin Shangzhi's mouth froze, and later he said indifferently, "What are you thinking?"

"It's not hurt. I went to the hospital today because I drank too much and had a headache. The doctor prescribed some medicine for me. What can I do?"

Song Yi didn't give up, and continued to ask with red eyes: "Xin Shangzhi, you lied to me. Why did you go to the hospital? You have a fever and your face is so ugly. How did you get the scar on your chest? Tell me quickly!"

At the end Song Yike's voice was already hoarse, and Xin Shangzhi suddenly stopped when he saw that he was unwilling to pick up his clothes, "I'm really fine, I scratched myself because of my allergies."

Xin Shangzhi smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, and stretched out his hand to scratch his neck, just to prevent Song Yike from taking off his clothes.

Song Yi didn't believe Xin Shangzhi's nonsense, "Did Wang Chongyang come to see you?

Where is the injury, let me see. "

When it came to the end, Song Yike's voice was already crying. What he was most afraid of was that because of his own affairs, Wang Chongyang would hurt others, especially Xin Shangzhi. He still had no way to deal with Wang Chongyang. Knowing that Wang Chongyang will stare at Xin Shangzhi, Xin Shangzhi must not know Wang Chongyang's revenge psychology.

Song Yi's anxious tears were about to come out. For some reason, before he met Xin Shangzhi, no matter how wronged or scared he would not shed tears, but since he met Xin Shangzhi, he cried every now and then.

The frequency of his crying was getting higher and higher day by day, Xin Shangzhi seemed to realize something, and immediately got up and asked: "Wang Chongyang came to look for you again?

What did he say again? "

Song Yi didn't care what Xin Shangzhi asked him, but just wanted to know if it was Wang Chongyang who hurt Xin Shangzhi, "Is it him?"

The more Song Yike asked, the more frightened he became. Tears flowed down again, dripping on Xin Shangzhi's half-wet skirt, until it reached his chest.

His eyes were dim with tears, and he saw that Xin Shangzhi suddenly froze for some reason.

While talking, Song Yike had already peeled off Xin Shangzhi's clothes, and there was a bruise underneath. The few red marks he saw just now were just the slightest injuries.

Song Yike wanted to continue to pick up Xin Shangzhi's clothes, but Xin Shangzhi turned over and pinned him down, "Why didn't you tell me that Wang Chongyang came to see you?

Is he still not giving up, he still wants to... Hurt you? "

Song Yi was a little dazed, obviously he was asking Xin Shangzhi if Wang Chongyang had looked for him, but now it was the other way around, they were both asking each other the same question.

But Song Yike quickly forgot about this question. He took off all of Xin Shangzhi's half-open clothes, and saw several scars on Xin Shangzhi's back that looked like they were hit with a stick.

Song Yike gently touched the scar on Xin Shangzhi's body, like a feather brushing over it, he was afraid that if it was heavier, he would hurt Xin Shangzhi again.

Tears also flowed down unstoppably like beads with a broken thread, this time Xin Shangzhi was completely stunned.

Xin Shangzhi reached out to wipe away his tears, and asked softly, "Why are you crying?"

Song Yike choked up and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It must hurt."

Xin Shangzhi didn't seem to realize that Song Yi could see that his scars would look like this, and the emotions in his eyes were extremely complicated, but he still replied softly: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt anymore!"

Song Yike cried even harder when he heard the sound, and kept apologizing: "Xin Shangzhi, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

He now regrets that he held on to Xin Shangzhi back then. If he knew that Wang Chongyang would hate Xin Shangzhi so much, he would definitely let him go.

Xin Shangzhi kept wiping away his tears, and said softly, "Don't cry, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Song Yike kept shaking his head, unable to utter a complete sentence, Xin Shangzhi sighed and said, "Did Wang Chongyang call you the night you watched the fireworks?"

"Don't shake your head and deny it. Uncle Chen said that you answered a phone call in the car, and your mood is not right."

"Sorry, I was careless, I should have realized it sooner."

Song Yike shook his head hastily, "Will he come to you again? Did he hurt your hand..."

Xin Shangzhi sighed softly, picked up the mobile phone on the bed and entered the password to unlock it. He didn't know what he saw, and his brows became more and more wrinkled.

Song Yike wiped away his tears, got up and looked over, it was his own mobile phone, and the page was stuck on the email from Wang Chongyang...

Xin Shangzhi looked up, with complicated emotions in his eyes, before Song Yike could speak, Xin Shangzhi had already pulled him into his arms, and said slowly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here!"

Song Yike said anxiously: "But..."

Xin Shangzhi lowered his head and kissed his mouth very lightly, all his unspoken words turned into whimpers.

Xin Shangzhi kissed lightly for a while and then let go. He sighed and said, "Tell me next time, okay?"

Song Yike nodded silently, Xin Shangzhi put on clean clothes, and suddenly clicked his tongue, Song Yike's nerves suddenly tensed up, "Did you touch the wound? Let me see!"

Xin Shangzhi squinted his eyes and said with a smirk, "A Song's clothes don't quite match my pants!"

Song Yike relaxed a little, found a pair of slacks in the closet for Xin Shangzhi to change into, and never took his eyes off Xin Shangzhi from the beginning to the end.

After putting on his clothes, Xin Shangzhi scratched his nose affectionately, "If you look at it again, you will see through it."

Xin Shang held his hand with a smile, and said softly, "Go, go home."