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When Xu Huai opened his eyes, Song Qinghe had already got up and was standing in front of the bed to get dressed. Song Qinghe was tall and elegant, but his well-defined muscles were hidden under his clothes, giving people an invisible sense of oppression.

Hearing the movement behind him, Song Qinghe didn't turn around, and the movements of his hands didn't stop. He just said in a cold voice, "Get up if you can move, and go down to have breakfast."

Active is active, after all, he has been with Song Qinghe for nearly three years, and Xu Huai has long been used to Song Qinghe's domineering behavior on the bed.

But last night, perhaps because of drinking, or perhaps because of anger in his heart, Song Qinghe's actions were more violent than usual, and Xu Huai was finally tossed until he passed out.

Xu Huai supported the bed with his arms, and slowly got up from the bed. This was Song Qinghe's bed, and he was not qualified to stay on it even if he was exhausted from torment in the past.

Last night was an exception, after all, he passed out first, and Song Qinghe was drunk again in the middle of the night, so he wouldn't be able to throw him out again.

After thinking about the cause and effect for a while, he understood in his heart.

By Song Qinghe's side, he never dared to have other delusions.

There was a pain in his lower body, he gritted his teeth to hold it back, and walked tremblingly in front of Song Qinghe, "President Song, let me do it."

Song Qinghe stopped what he was doing and looked down at him.

He didn't dare to look at Song Qinghe, only dared to lower his head, raised his hand to pinch the collar of Song Qinghe's shirt, and buttoned Song Qinghe's buttons one by one.

The well-made pure black shirt feels smooth and crisp to the touch. Xu Huai gently smoothed out the folds that did not exist on it with his hands, and his movements were devout.

Standing naked in front of Song Qinghe, he was already half a head shorter than Song Qinghe, but now he bowed his waist and lowered his head, looking even more like a cowering quail.

Seeing his appearance, Song Qinghe frowned imperceptibly, and was about to raise his hand to push him away, when his eyes were suddenly attracted by the red marks on his neck.

He didn't realize it, he still lowered his head, as if he was addicted to it, he wished he could bury his head in the floor under his feet, the button in his hand had been fastened to the last one, and further down was Song Qinghe's strong waist. He didn't dare to touch it, and wanted to raise his head to ask Song Qinghe's consent, but a hand suddenly covered the back of his neck.

The palm is wide, but the temperature of the palm is very low. It is not very gentle on his skin, and he can't help but widen his eyes.

He raised his head courageously: "President Song..."

Song Qinghe's eyes were heavy, but he didn't look at him. He only stayed on the back of his neck for a moment, and quickly withdrew it together with that cold hand.

"You don't need to follow me these two days, just keep it here, and wait until the traces disappear before going out."

Only then did he realize what Song Qinghe was looking at.

Song Qinghe strangled his neck with a belt last night, probably leaving marks.

But this is nothing, there have been more intense situations in the past few years, this imprint is not important at all, he needs to rest somewhere, he is not so delicate.

He raised his hand to cover the back of his neck, and said in a low voice, "No need, Mr. Song, I don't feel anything. Recently, the company has invested in several new projects, and there are still many things to be busy. I can't delay the progress because of me."

"When did you talk so much nonsense?" Song Qinghe's voice completely cooled down, "You want the whole company to see the red marks on your neck?"

It turned out that they were afraid that the people in the company would have a bad influence on Song Qinghe if they saw it.

He actually thought that Song Qinghe was caring about himself, and he really lived back more and more.

Xu Huai is 25 years old this year. After graduating from university, he joined Helu as an assistant to Song Qinghe. It has been almost 3 years now.

Logically speaking, people's minds and thoughts should continue to mature as they grow older, and those unrealistic delusions in their youth should gradually disappear, but Xu Huai met Song Qinghe at the age of 22 and became an assistant He has been with Song Qinghe for 25 years as a lover who cannot be seen, and those wishful thinking not only did not disappear, but intensified, often swallowing his reason, and often dragging him into the abyss of pain when he dreamed back at midnight.

It shouldn't, it shouldn't be like this, he told himself silently in his heart.

He pursed his lips and smiled bitterly, and when he raised his head again, his expression had returned to normal, "Don't worry, Mr. Song, I will wear high-necked clothes these two days, and I won't let others see me, I..."

"Shut up!" Song Qinghe exhausted his patience, raised his hand to pinch his chin, and said in a cold voice, "What do I say and what do you do, when is it your turn to bargain with me?"

"I...I didn't..." Song Qinghe exerted a lot of strength, he was pinched a little painfully, and mist gradually appeared in his eyes, "I just...I just..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Qinghe threw him forcefully onto the bed behind him, turned around and walked out of the bedroom quickly.

He fell on the bed, looked at Song Qinghe's back, and heard the heavy sound of Song Qinghe's leather shoes on the floor, his eyes felt sore.

Last night, no matter how much he was tortured, he didn't cry, but now, tears flowed silently.