MMB Chapter 109 Happy Apartment
Chapter 109 Happy Apartment
Jiang Chi must be looking terrible now.
The hood of the windbreaker was ripped off by the woman in the elevator just now, and the collar was also torn, and the smooth and thin shoulders were exposed to the air, covered with a layer of small goose bumps.
There is even a gorgeous bite mark on the deep collarbone.
It was as if someone was intimately sticking to the boy's collarbone, teasing the soft and smooth skin with his lips and tongue, and relying on his sharp teeth to leave his own mark on the boy who couldn't be caught like the wind.
Originally, I wanted to slow down and ask Xiao Chi to trust himself first.The man sighed regretfully in his heart.
He frantically tried to put the hat back on, but the man's hands were inexplicably strong, and the hands that seemed to be gently supporting the boy's arms were secretly exerting force, making Jiang Chi unable to even struggle.
Jiang Chi could only be thankful that the lights in the corridor were broken now, otherwise his ears would have been discovered.
"Yes, I'm sorry." Jiang Chi thought he had bumped into the man, bit his lip in embarrassment, and apologized tremblingly.
The man smiled and looked at the boy who was much thinner than himself, and his slender eyes, which were even more fox-like than Jiang Chi's, shone with a panic-stricken frenzy.
Jiang Chi was stunned, and immediately lowered his eyes.
I must have read it wrong.
He comforted himself in a panic.
The fear brought by the female elevator ghost has not completely faded away, and his brain is almost completely rusted in the excessive fright.
"I, I didn't mean to, just, just..." He was running his mind frantically trying to come up with an excuse for why he was on a rampage.
"It's just that someone was following me just now."
When Jiang Chi was lying, he didn't dare to look directly into the other person's eyes, so he didn't notice the man's darker eyes.
"I, I'm very scared, I really didn't see you here."
The boy's voice was soft, and he sounded like he was easy to bully.The snow-colored forehead wetted by cold sweat sticks wetly to the side of the pale cheek, and flickering light and shadow sway in the sea-blue iris.
He looked like he was going to cry at any moment.
Why are you so pitiful.
He is as courageous as a little rabbit, wanting to jump up and hide himself where no one can find him.
This is not acceptable, Xiao Chi.
I'd go crazy if I couldn't find you.
Looking at the cold and gentle man, he thoughtfully let go of the hands that were secretly clamping the boy's arms, and said with a nonchalant smile, "Really? That's too dangerous. Where do you live? I'll take you back."
That is naturally impossible.
Jiang Chi entangled his fingers, his eyes wandered around, but he didn't dare to look directly at the strange man in front of him: "No need, that person should have left, I can go back by myself."
"It's so dark, a person would be scared." The man seemed to have a good temper, and he didn't get angry when he was rejected. He still had a soft smile on his face, and his tone was as calm as if he was just talking about ordinary things, "I I heard it’s not peaceful recently, there are cases of disappearances everywhere.”
Jiang Chi shivered and almost bit his tongue: "Yes, is it?"
"It is said that there is a serial murderer who fled to the seaside. He likes to hide in the dark and catch ignorant prey. He will cut off one of their parts and seal it in formalin solution for preservation."
Jiang Chi was already flustered, but now he was scared to tears.
"Let me take you back, Xiaochi."
The man's sweet voice whispered beside the sensitive ears of the young man.
Jiang Chi moved his long snow-colored eyelashes slowly and with difficulty: "I, I..."
The words of refusal were held in his throat, and he suddenly realized, took a step back warily, and tried to stabilize his voice: "How do you know my name?"
The man laughed, easily grabbed the boy's slender wrist and pressed him against the wall.
Jiang Chi was taken aback, and couldn't hold back his crying anymore: "Don't kill me, I don't taste good."
I heard that some perverted humans like to peel fox skins to make fur coats. Jiang Chi thought tremblingly that when he was in fox form, he hated bathing the most. These people shouldn't have such bad eyesight!
The man gently wiped away the teardrops that rolled down the boy's eyelashes, and his tone was as soft as a sigh: "I'm Xiaochi's, a fan."
He picked up his mobile phone, which was still frantically scrolling barrage, and quit the live broadcast.
"Every time I think of other trash daring to covet Xiao Chi, I can't help but want to kill them all."
"Hey! You!" Jiang Chi didn't dare to think about what would happen to his backstage tomorrow after being surrounded by so many people. He frantically tried to grab his phone back, but ended up throwing himself into the man's arms. It was as if he was throwing himself into his arms.
"You're so enthusiastic, Xiaochi."
There was a glint of light in the man's obsidian eyes: "I never thought that Xiao Chi would live downstairs in my house. Is this the fate they said?"
Jiang Chicai didn't care what he said, and rushed over to snatch his phone back.
The back of the young man's neck was as white as frost and snow, with a slight inadvertent fragrance, lightly passing over the tip of the man's nose, stirring the already sticky glutinous rice to boil even more.
Wanting to bite the boy by the back of the neck, drag him into his lair, and fill his stomach with his own things, he can only lie in the lair made of gold all day long and give birth to his own child with a flushed face.
Xiao Chi is so thin, his stomach will bulge easily, right?
"Hey, what are you doing?" Fu Zhiyu's angry voice suddenly sounded in the dark corridor, and with the man's roar, the broken corridor lights seemed to be restored, and the corridor was instantly lit up.
The young man was immediately exposed to the light, and subconsciously covered his eyes, the thick eyelashes were covered with fine and dense physiological teardrops.
"Fu, Fu Zhi... President Fu." Jiang Chi stumbled and moved his hand away.
The beautiful ice-blue irises are as translucent as if washed by water, the tails of the eyes are pink, and the eyelashes are snow-white.
Compared with the screen, the beauty of real people is obviously more shocking.
Fu Zhiyu paused, turned his head to the calm fox-eyed man without changing his expression, and said, "Hey, isn't this Mr. Ye? Why are you hugging my boyfriend?"
Fu Zhiyu was wearing a valuable dark gray haute couture suit today, and his leather shoes made a crisp sound when he stepped on the smooth marble floor. He tilted his head and laughed lowly with a sense of oppression. His eyes on the man dropped to freezing point. :
"Do you know?"
Jiang Chi didn't care that Fu Zhiyu would recognize him, and his intuition told him that this man who claimed to be his fan was definitely more dangerous than Fu Zhiyu.
"I do not know him!"
Jiang Chi struggled hard and took a step back. The man surnamed Ye seemed very afraid of Fu Zhiyu, and he relaxed his grip, but still smiled and pinched the little fox's cheek: "I don't know, it turns out that little Chijiao is a boy. friend."
Jiang Chi quickly hid behind Fu Zhiyu, covered his pinched red cheeks, and stared at the man with round blue eyes.
"I think it's better for Mr. Ye not to meddle too much in other people's family affairs." Fu Zhiyu glanced at the man coldly, "Otherwise, there will inevitably be suspicions that Mr. Ye has bad character."
"I think this will not be good for the future cooperation, right?"
The man shrugged indifferently: "Okay."
He raised the corners of his lips provocatively at Fu Zhiyu, his black eyes still staring at the young man's bright face: "Actually, I don't mind."
The man took one last look at the young man's pale and flustered expression, and grinned:
"Xiao Chi, my name is Ye You, I live on the top floor, welcome to find me."
The two watched the fox-eyed man named Ye You slowly disappear into the corridor.
Only then did Jiang Chi breathe a sigh of relief, but Fu Zhiyu quickly turned around, with a hint of danger in his dignified and elegant voice like a double bass:
"How will you be here?"