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"Brother Yan..." The hoarse voice was like weeping, the breath he exhaled was hot, but the soul seemed to be separated from the body, the blood flowed backwards all over his body, trembling and numb.

He gasped, choked, choked, trembling all over.

Like a stray dog ​​abandoned by the side of the road.

Stumbling around, sniffing desperately, trying to find the owner, but the smell had long since disappeared, no matter how he smelled it or searched for it, he could never find it again.

The man curled up at the corner of the bed, his tall and tall figure shrunk into an extremely pitiful shape, as if he was extremely insecure.

When he woke up, he didn't seem to remember anything. After playing for a week, he returned to work in the company.

The daily journey is, Fu's house, company, banquets, receptions, and entertainment.

Day after day, month after month.

His sleep returned to normal, but something even more terrifying happened.

One day, he woke up and found himself lying in an extremely familiar room.

Lying under him was an extremely familiar bed with a quilt.

This villa has been placed for a year and no one has stepped in, and no one has ever cleaned it. It is covered with dust, which has accumulated quite thickly.

The quilt also had an unpleasant smell, but it still had the smell of the owner of the house.

Shallow, faint, like a gust of wind can blow away.

He lay on it without any distaste, and was still wearing thin pajamas. There was no heating in the room. His whole body was cold, his fingers were red from the cold, but the breath he exhaled was extremely hot.

In stark contrast to the freezing body temperature.

His Adam's apple rolled twice at a very high speed, his lower abdomen was hot and dry, and he was eager to ask him for something, but he couldn't find the root cause of the solution.

Shame, doubt, anger, all kinds of emotions combined were enough to make him unable to maintain his calm these days.

Propping his elbows on the bed, he gritted his teeth, struggling to resist the raging desire in his body.

He took a few breaths, closed his eyes, and slowly calmed down the inexplicable and terrifying depression.

It's just such a little residual smell, has it gotten out of control to this point?

He didn't even dare to think about it, he got up and went to the toilet.

The toilet is still the same as it was a year ago. The two tooth cups and toothbrushes, one black and one white, are tightly packed together. If it weren't for the layer of dust accumulated on the mirror, it seems that they have never been separated.

He wiped the mirror clean, saw himself in the mirror, felt familiar and strange.

This perfect and handsome man who has always been flattered, made himself very embarrassed in just one night.

Unshaven, bloodshot eyes, and the undiminished lust burning in his eyes, he is like a beast trapped in estrus.

He slammed his fist heavily on the mirror, cracks appeared, then shattered and fell.

The mirror shattered into a small piece, reflecting his countless shadows.

He sat in the shadows, his chest heaving, his breath already chaotic.

After a while, he raised his head and stared at the two tooth cups that were tightly pressed together. His face was grim due to the pain, but he still managed to utter a few words, as if he was afraid that his fragile side would be noticed.

"I didn't miss you."

"I haven't thought of you for almost a year, I almost forgot about you."

He forced a smile, the smile was like a flame that was about to go out, bitter and ugly: "I don't love you at all."

Even though he said so, he still cleaned the room himself. During the process, he found stomach medicine and inspection report hidden in the closet.

Acute gastroenteritis - a bacterial infection.

He held this thin piece of paper, and his fingers turned so hard that it turned white, and the piece of paper was crumpled by him.

He stared at it for a long time, the scarlet in his eyes getting deeper and deeper, but he laughed.

The laughter didn't stop, but got louder and louder.

The empty room resounded with the man's lunatic laughter, which seemed shrill and howling.

He laughed for a long time until an uncontrollable cough cut him off.

"What is this?"

He raised his head, looked around the room, looked at every corner, the world was spinning, he staggered, and almost knelt on the ground in embarrassment.

But he has no time to take care of these now, he is facing the cold air.

"What the hell do you mean?!"

"Are you trying to drive me crazy?"

"Why do you want to do this..."

The heart-piercing voice became weaker at the back, and he lowered his head and knelt on the ground.

Transparent teardrops fell down one by one, and hit the sick list, leaving piles of water splashes.

Later, a man nearly 1.9 meters tall, holding a crumpled order, cried like a child.
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"Boss Fu is in a good mood today?"

After working overtime for so long and finally getting the news of leaving get off work early, the secretary became more courageous, and laughed and joked.

In the past, the secretary must have dared not, but these days I don't know what's going on, the man seems to be in a pretty good mood, not as perverted as he was a few months ago, it's quite normal.

He said "hmm".

The man's body proportions are particularly good, with wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. While wearing a suit jacket, the curvature of his back is particularly strong and sexy. Those long legs wrapped in suit pants are full of hormones.

When the secretary thought that he was going to leave work soon, his mood jumped a lot, and he asked casually, "Is Mr. Fu leaving get off work so early to accompany his girlfriend?"

Unexpectedly, the man nodded.

"I'm going back to cook for her." His tone was flat, even with a hint of happiness, like an ordinary lover, dazed and sweet.

It seems very affectionate.

The secretary was even more shocked, "Boss Fu can still cook?"

No wonder she was so surprised. After all, no one would have thought that a person like Fu Ji would cook himself. This kind of person is naturally suitable for sitting in a high-end restaurant, listening to beautiful piano music, cutting steak, and drinking Red wine instead of facing the kitchen.

He smiled, and the curved arc was very gentle, which suddenly changed that handsome face from cold to sweet, just like a young boy who just fell in love.

"I'm not good at cooking." He was even a little shy, "I want to practice more."

When the men were gone, the secretary was still standing there stupidly, as if his soul had gone out of his body, the whole person was dumbfounded.

It must be a hallucination that he has been too busy recently. How could Boss Fu show such an expression of being in love?
It must be the wrong way for her to open it.

Correct!
Certainly so.

He looks normal when he's at work, in a suit and tie, with his hair neatly combed.

It's just that when you get home, it will be different.

The next chapter will be posted later