Beginning without end

Chapter 24

Song Bai had a severe sore throat, and he only drank less than half a bowl of porridge for dinner.Lu Fucheng prepared medicine and hot water for Song Bai while he was taking a bath, and the water temperature was just right when he came out of the bath.

There is no heating in the south, and it is very humid and cold.Lu Fucheng adjusted the air conditioner to the highest temperature, and found a soft and huge bath towel from the closet.

When Song Bai came out of the bathroom, Lu Fucheng hugged him horizontally with a big bath towel covering his head.Song Bai hugged his neck and didn't let go until his back touched the mattress.

Lu Fucheng bent down to look at Song Bai intently. Song Bai's eyes were very clear, and the shadow of a little light shattered his tenderness.Lu Fucheng lowered his head and gently kissed Song Bai's forehead, then his eyes, the bridge of his nose, and finally his lips.

"Take the medicine." Lu Fucheng tasted it briefly, straightened up and brought the water.

Song Bai leaned on the head of the bed, swallowed the medicine with Lu Fucheng's hand, and Lu Fucheng poured him another full glass of boiled water.Song Bai is rare to be obedient.

After Lu Fucheng went to bed and turned off the lights, Song Bai squeezed into his arms and asked a question abruptly.

"Chengcheng, you are never angry with me, but is there any mistake that you can't forgive if I make a mistake?" Song Bai's question was not well organized, and he felt a little guilty when he heard it at first glance. .

Lu Fucheng hugged him, and ran his palms along Song Bai's back a few times: "I can forgive you for whatever you do."

"You'll be able to talk nicely and lie." Song Bai was a little annoyed, feeling that he was serious, but Lu Fucheng's sweet words were not taken seriously.

Lu Fucheng was helpless, and sighed softly: "Well, actually there are." He lowered his head and kissed Song Bai's forehead: "If you hurt yourself, I will not forgive you."

Song Bai showed a trance smile in the darkness: "I love you forever."

In this dark night, he absorbed enormous energy.

The next day Lu Fucheng woke up early, and he greeted Song Bai only after cooking.

"Open your mouth." Lu Fucheng pinched Song Bai's cheeks carefully: "Show me your throat."

Song Bai opened his mouth in a daze, "It doesn't hurt that much anymore."

Lu Fucheng hummed, and said to himself: "Take another three or four doses of medicine and you should be fine."

Although Song Bai stays in bed, he still has a sense of time.Lu Fucheng knew him well, so he didn't talk too much to annoy him.

At about eight o'clock, Song Bai got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.Lu Fucheng woke up early in the morning and made pancakes for Song Baihe noodles.

The crust was crispy, but the inside was sweet and soft. Song Bai sat on the stool and waited obediently, smelling the fragrance.

"You must pay attention to safety when you go out, you know?"

"Know it."

"Don't forget to take your medicine. I'll pack the medicine for you every meal, and it's on the outside of the suitcase."

"Good good."

Lu Fucheng and Song Bai had breakfast together, and when they were almost finished, they said embarrassedly: "I can't see you off later, I have to go back to the studio in Huangpi, the manager is waiting for me."

Song Bai tore off the crust and stuffed it into his mouth. He was no longer a child who would cry when he didn't like it: "It's okay, I can go to the airport by myself, you are busy with your work."

Lu Fucheng left earlier than Song Bai, and he kissed Song Bai's face, but he was really reluctant.

Song Bai grabbed his collar to make Lu Fucheng bow his head, and then kissed Lu Fucheng's soft lips. Song Bai habitually showed his small canine teeth, grinding and biting Lu Fucheng's lips: "Goodbye Chengcheng, remember to miss me .”

"Okay." Lu Fucheng took the briefcase and left.

Song Bai didn't clean up the dishes, he went to pull out his suitcase, intending to leave early.

At this time, there was a knock on the door. Song Bai thought it was Lu Fucheng who forgot to bring the key, but when he opened the door, he saw a stranger's face.Song Bai's heartbeat lost its rhythm, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

"Mr. Ji asked me to go upstairs to help you carry your things."

Song Bai took a step back, unable to hold back a word.

"Only these?" The middle-aged man gestured to the suitcase at the door, and politely asked Song Bai: "Is there anything else you want to take?"

Song Baimu scratched his neck and shook his head a few times, and it took a while to recover some language skills: "Please make a trip, but there's no need, I can just call a car and go to the airport by myself."

The man smiled at him and picked up the box: "Then you can talk to Mr. Ji later."

Song Bai's face turned pale, he watched the man politely but could not refuse to pick up the box for him, and then went downstairs.

Ji Suiyun was not in the car, but Song Bai did not relax at all.Only then did he think of something, Song Bai turned on the phone.Surprisingly, Ji Suiyun only made a phone call to him, and it rang for five seconds, probably after hearing the notification sound of shutting down the phone, he hung up.

Song Bai shivered.He has a little understanding of Ji Suiyun these days. The most obvious characteristic of Ji Suiyun is to hold grudges. Even if he didn't get angry at the time, he would double his efforts to make up for it afterwards.

Song Bai doesn't remember the way, but feels that this way is inexplicably familiar.It was only when the car stopped that he realized that this was the apartment he and Lu Fucheng had visited together to decorate Ji Suiyun.

Song Bai stood there blankly for a while before he remembered something and took out his mobile phone to make frantic calls.

No one picked up.

Ji Suiyun didn't want to talk to him.

Song Bai looked at his watch, the time passed by every minute and every second, it must be a missed flight.He let out a deep breath, and went upstairs under the slightly surveillance gaze of the man.

There are two rooms on this floor, and there is only Ji Suiyun.The anti-theft door was ajar, the man put Song Bai's luggage in and left.When he left, he closed the door tightly, and Song Bai was in a daze, as if he had acted coquettishly and forced Lu Fucheng to bring him back that day, and he vaguely saw Ji Suiyun through the milky white silk and satin of the soft partition.What would have happened if he hadn't come with Lu Fucheng that day?

Ji Suiyun came out of the living room, looked at Song Bai a few times, and said with a sneer, "Did you feel comfortable last night?"

Song Bai didn't refute, and his tone was very peaceful and humble: "The boss booked me a [-] o'clock air ticket to South Korea. If there is anything to do, we can talk about it when we come back?"

Ji Suiyun stepped forward and kicked Song Bai's suitcase open with a loud noise.Song Bai shivered for a moment, but when he looked up, he saw Ji Suiyun's gentle and kind face.Ji Suiyun grabbed Song Bai's wrist and dragged him into the bedroom.

"You have no credit at all." Ji Suiyun said.

"Mr. Ji..." Song Bai was a little afraid, but more of it was discomfort and slight pain in his heart.

Ordinary people only think that this house is beautifully decorated, but Song Bai knows that all the decoration here is his own preference.And now, how could he do such disgusting things in the room designed by Lu Fucheng?

"Take off." Ji Suiyun said coldly.

Song Bai shook his head: "Please, please..."

"I do it myself?" Ji Suiyun sat casually on the sofa beside him, with his long legs folded, looking relaxed.

"No way..." Song Bai took a few steps back, turned around and wanted to leave.

Ji Suiyun smiled slightly: "I haven't hit anyone hard for a long time."

Song Bai sensed the danger, he was under too much mental pressure, and finally blew up under Ji Suiyun's hands.It was the first time Song Bai struggled so desperately, his round and short nails scratched a few bloodstains on Ji Suiyun's strong arm.

Ji Suiyun slapped him hard.

Song Bai relieved himself and lay on his back directly on the bed.

Ji Suiyun is not a person who loves violence, or he is not a person who loves to use violence against people who are weaker than him.

But this time, he felt an indescribable joy and joy from the sadistic process. It was the satisfaction of completely controlling a person, which made his whole body boil.

Song Bai's ears were buzzing, he was stunned for a short moment, tears rolled out uncontrollably.He felt great humiliation and anger.At least for such a moment, Ji Suiyun also completely aroused Song Bai's rebellious heart and long-standing resentment.

Song Bai's strategy was to kill eight hundred enemies and lose one thousand. He bit Ji Suiyun's tiger's mouth, and Ji Suiyun punched Song Bai hard in the heart without even thinking about it.Song Bai gasped intermittently like a bellows, turned over with all his strength and rolled off the bed.

There was no carpet in the bedroom, and there was a solid, heavy muffled sound.

"I don't believe I can't deal with you." Ji Suiyun just unzipped his pants, bent down and pressed Song Bai firmly on the ground.

"Guess who is coming later?"

Song Bai opened his eyes wide in panic, he already had an answer in his heart.

Ji Suiyun took advantage of Song Bai's loss of focus at this moment, unfolded Song Bai's body like a clam shell, lowered his waist and drove straight in.

Song Bai froze for a moment, and a half moan of pain escaped from his throat.

"Your big designer didn't touch you? Huh?" Ji Suiyun bit Song Bai's earlobe hard, blood gradually oozing out.He was very strong, and every time he pushed Song Bai's body, he couldn't restrain himself from bouncing upwards.Ji Suiyun pressed his waist and pushed him down hard without any effort.

Song Bai had lost his mind, he couldn't bite his lips anymore, crying and sobbing came out of his mouth intermittently.

"Be gentle...it hurts...please..." Song Bai couldn't finish his sentence, the more he begged Ji Suyun, the more he beat him to death.

"You don't want to drink a toast." Ji Suiyun commented on him, which is actually quite appropriate.

Song Bai's hair was drenched in cold sweat, and he heard the doorbell in a trance when his consciousness drifted away, but he had no time to worry about it.He just wanted to be alone for a while, if only for a little while.

Ji Suiyun rang the doorbell for a while, and tidied himself up slowly.He splashed the half glass of water left on the table on Song Bai's face, and Song Bai opened his eyes in a jerk.

"A surprise for you."

Ji Suiyun went to open the door.

"Mr. Ji, I went to Harbin some time ago, and I just came back today and came here with the manager. If you have any questions or dissatisfaction, I will write it down."

Song Bai lay on the ground, the bedroom door was only half closed, and he could hear the conversations and voices outside the door clearly.Song Bai almost died, he dragged his exhausted and aching body, crawled back as quietly as possible, and gently closed the bedroom door tightly.

Lu Fucheng spat out every word rigorously, and Song Bai's body was severely cut by an invisible knife.

The blood was dripping, and the pain was too painful.