Morbid Attachment

I don't know, I thought it wasn't a variety show promotional photo, but a mv.

When Ji Wang finally sorted it out, he came out and found that there was no one in the dressing room. Qi Boyan was sitting on the cabinet of the vanity mirror, playing with a box in his hand.

Open, close, open again. He also changed into a set of clothes, an all-black suit, simple and clear, and even his hair was simply standing up, and his facial features were adjusted in makeup, and there was a little gloom in his handsomeness.

Qi Boyan said, "Brother, come here."

Ji Wang didn't move, he looked at the door, Qi Boyan said: "I'll let them out for now, if you come here earlier, you'll end earlier. Otherwise, the longer we stay inside, they should all suspect us of doing something bad. ."

Ji Wang said indifferently, "What can you and I do?"

Qi Boyan raised his eyebrows in surprise, and buttoned the box in his hand. His black shirt was half-open, revealing his perfect neck.

I saw Qi Boyan reached out and tapped his lips, then put it in his mouth, sucked gently, and when he pulled it out, he slid down his neck, all the way from the neckline to the collarbone, leaving a touch of dampness: "What else can you do, you tag me... or I tag you."

Ji Wang forced himself to look away from Qi Boyan's neck: "Alpha cannot be marked."

Qi Boyan seemed to be disappointed by his words, and decided not to try to get Ji Wang to come closer, but chose to jump off the dressing table and strode to Ji Wang.

Ji Wang did not avoid or back down, he stood up straight, his eyes calm and distant.

Qi Boyan opened the box again, took out a simple ring from it, pulled Ji Wang's hand, and pushed it to his ring finger.

His actions revealed a sloppy look, which was not commensurate with the serious act of putting a ring on the ring finger, so Ji Wang didn't dodge immediately, just looked at the ring on his hand and then at Qi Boyan.

Qi Boyan smiled with satisfaction, raised Ji Wang's hand to his face, and rubbed Ji Wang's hand with his cheek: "It really fits, I chose it for you, it will always be the best."

Chapter 19

Ji Wang pulled his finger out of Qi Boyan's palm, Qi Boyan didn't hold him too hard, as if the purpose of giving Ji Wang a ring had been achieved, and he would not ask for anything else.

But in the next second, Ji Wang held Qi Boyan's left hand instead, which made Qi Boyan's eyes lit up. Before he said anything, Ji Wang pulled Qi Boyan's hand in front of him and pushed the other's wrist away. sleeves.

When Qi Boyan came to his house last time, he didn't know what he put on his wrist. Ji Wang couldn't see it. It turned out that there was an extra sheet music tattoo.

But it's not just a tattoo, the skin under the tattoo is slightly raised, like a scar that proliferates from a wound.

Ji Wang had tattooed before, and he knew that the scar that came out of the tattoo was not like this.

Before he could see clearly, Qi Boyan pulled out his hand: "Brother, although I would love to hold hands with you, the photographer will be impatient."

Ji Wang looked up at Qi Boyan, his lips moved.

what? Did Qi Boyan commit suicide? Otherwise, why is the wound here?

This is Qi Boyan, not someone else, Qi Boyan who is narcissistic and cherishes his life, Qi Boyan can't seek his own death.

Even if he convinced himself in his heart, the expression on Ji Wang's face was flustered. Qi Boyan bypassed Ji Wang and went to open the door to call the staff in.

Then he was caught by Ji Wang, Ji Wang stared straight at Qi Boyan with a pair of frightened eyes, his fingertips left sticky cold sweat on the back of Qi Boyan's hand.

Ji Wang has blamed Qi Boyan, but it doesn't mean that he wants this person to have a bad life. Ji Wang hopes that Qi Boyan will be better than anyone else, so that he can hate it and resent it.

He couldn't accept that when he didn't know, Qi Boyan was so painful that he wanted to give up his life, and he didn't know anything about it.

Ji Wang was short of breath and his teeth were shaking: "What the hell is going on with your hand? Tell me the truth!"

He stared at Qi Boyan's lips, feeling that every minute and every second was so long, but Qi Boyan was damned silent, wondering if he was trying to find some reason to lie to him.

When Ji Wang came back to his senses, Qi Boyan had already embraced him, supporting his back gently and rhythmically. Compared with six years ago, now Qi Boyan can easily wrap him in his arms and comfort him like an adult.

Qi Boyan whispered: "Shh... Brother, don't be afraid, it's not what you think. It was a small car accident. I have other wounds on my body, not just this one."

Ji Wang's body was still shaking uncontrollably: "You lied to me."

"I don't." Qi Boyan said calmly and naturally, his tone sounded very convincing.

Then he let go of Ji Wang, unbuttoned his suit jacket, and pulled out his shirt. There were indeed some inconspicuous wounds on the waist and lower abdomen. Ji Wang didn't understand why Qi Boyan was naked in front of him that day, but he didn't notice it. .

He reached out and touched the wounds, feeling Qi Boyan's abdomen tightened by his touch. Ji Wang has never been in a car accident, he is not sure whether the impact can cause such a wound, and whether it can leave such a scar on Qi Boyan's wrist.