"Is that the man who was in the parking lot before?" Wang Xiaoxun stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Although it was already early in the morning and the shops everywhere were pitch black, street lights could barely provide conditions for sight.

The young man stood by the car, raised his head slightly, motionless.

He saw Wang Xiaoxun, even if it was a distance apart.

The visitor is not good.

Wang Xiaoxun couldn't help but retreat, but his heels stepped on Zhou Shike's shoes. He was shaking and wanted to apologize in his mouth. Zhou Shike stood up and hurriedly hugged him in his arms. When he turned around, the posture of the two men became that Zhou Shike pressed Wang Xiaoxun on the huge glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Wang Xiaoxun's eyes suddenly widened, and then his face turned red with a "sixth...three brothers..."

The boys have a very light tobacco smell. This kind of cigarette is specially prepared by their boss for distinguished guests. Before going to work, everyone will bring a pack in their hands. The cigarette is very strong, and the tobacco smell remaining on Zhou Shike's body is inexplicably very aggressive.

Wang Xiaoxun's hand hanging from one side was pulled up by Zhou Shike. He felt that the other party's fingers were cold and his skin was moist and smooth. It was raised by these young men all day long.

Wang Xiaoxun and Zhou Shike were linked together.

Zhou Shike lowered his eyes and looked at Wang Xiaoxun who was nervous and almost exploded. After only a few seconds, his eyes looked downstairs.

Fu Simian revealed his feet.

But he won't expose it.

Since the other party was so sincere, Zhou Shike didn't mind giving him more opportunities to perform.

Zhou Shike's fingers slid out along Wang Xiaoxun's fingers, and when he touched the switch of the light, he turned off the light without hesitation.

The eyes were pitch black.

It's even more disturbing and nervous.

Wang Xiaoxun didn't dare to move, he swallowed, "Three...Three Brothers..."

Zhou Shike let go of Wang Xiaoxun. He put his hands in his pockets. When he looked at people, he was quite condescending.

"Qiqi," As a newcomer, Yuezhisheng, who was paid attention to by all walks of life as soon as he opened his voice, naturally had an amazing and good voice. Wang Xiaoxun felt that his soul fell down with Zhou Shike's voice, "Kiss me."

"Ah?" Wang Xiaoxun didn't expect that Zhou Shike actually asked for this.

Wang Xiaoxun didn't hear Zhou Shike speak again.

Everything about tonight was obviously beyond his expectations. In normal times, people like Wednesday could only be seen online and heard from the bloggers who discussed the scandals of wealthy families on the Internet.

Even with such a relationship, even if Zhou Shike doesn't give him anything, Wang Xiaoxun takes advantage of the other party's face alone.

He was sweating.

He tiptoed slightly, but the kiss fell on the other person's neck.

It was only when he got very close that he could smell that Zhou Shike's body was freesia. His roommate had a bottle of such a shower gel, which smelled good, but it was too strong, and it was not as light as Zhou Shike's body.

Zhou Shike bent his mouth and there were scattered smiles in his eyes.

"Bite, bite hard," he said.

"I'll get a reward after biting it." He raised his hand and touched Wang Xiaoxun's hair like he touched his beloved pet.

Wang Xiaoxun is not stupid even if he can get into the L University.

He vaguely sensed the other party's intentions.

He stuck out his tongue and gently licked Zhou Shike's neck. He found that the other party had not pushed him away, so he dared to bite and grind it with his teeth.

Under the dim light, the ice-white skin on Zhou Shike's neck soon appeared with a red plum-like mark.

Although Zhou Shike didn't even breathe, Wang Xiaoxun felt that he was about to lose.

He held Zhou Shike's arm with both hands, clasped it tightly, sweating on his back, breathing became a mess, and he had already pounced on Zhou Shike's arms.

"Okay." Zhou Shike patted Wang Xiaoxun on the shoulder.

He walked to the sofa and picked up his coat and put it on. Wang Xiaoxun had a few buttons of the shirt inside. Wang Xiaoxun was embarrassed and nervous, and he didn't know where to look.

"If you want to live in school or live here, it's up to you," Zhou Shike did not touch the key on the table, "I'll leave first."

Wang Xiaoxun was slightly stunned, "Don't you live here?"

Zhou Shike gave him a simple and childish smile.

"No, if my sister doesn't go home, I will scold me."

By the time Wang Xiaoxun thought about how to answer, Zhou Shike had already left.

He stared blankly at the empty living room. It was obviously a new house and no one lived in it. Every decoration of the house was obviously carefully designed. Although it was luxurious, it was not ostentatious.

Wang Xiaoxun once heard his roommate talk about housing prices in the city center. Even the smallest apartment type will not be lower than nine digits.

This is a house that he emptied his internal organs and his family's internal organs. He could not afford to buy even if he sold them.

Wednesday was thrown to him so lightly.

Wang Xiaoxun has to admit that sometimes it is best not to face up to the gap between people. It is obviously happier to be unclear or not.

"On the way?"

Fu Simian's eyes fell on Zhou Shike's half-open collar and the dazzling kiss marks above.

When Zhou Shike got downstairs and walked towards his car, Fu Simian walked towards him as expected.

He turned around, leaned on the car, and looked at Fu Simian leisurely.

The posture is casual, describing slutty.

Zhou Shike repeated Fu Simian's explanation, laughed sarcastically or indifferently, "Can Mr. Fu go to where I live?"

Fu Simian no longer had to worry about whether he would go along with the way or not.

He frowned and looked at Zhou Shike's clothes, not just clothes, "Are you with someone else?"

"No," Zhou Shike smiled and shook his head, "I'm not with anyone."

“But I can be with a lot of people.”

Zhou Shike thought about it, curled up his lips, "Do you have a happy thing together."

His tone was light, as if he had not taken anything seriously, his eyes were as clean and open as before. He loved Fu Simian openly, and now he stood in front of the person he once loved the most, showing Wednesday's nature openly.

It's all him, and it's not him.

But Fu Simian was willing to accept it. He wanted to hold it in his palm, and he also wanted to crush him and chew him into his stomach.

Fu Simian looked at Zhou Shike, and the other party's eyes were filled with casual smiles, turning into a substantial knife and stabbing it on his body. He savored it, his body was pricked with blood, but his mouth and heart were full of bitterness.

He swallowed the bitterness and covered the haze in his eyes.

He knew that it would be useless to apologize to Zhou Shike for his persuasion, and it might even have a negative effect.

"What do you want me to call you?" he said suddenly.

Fu Simian did not play according to common sense, which made Zhou Shike confused.

"casual."

It doesn't matter what you call it, it's best to shut up.

"Wednesday?" Fu Simian looked at Zhou Shike's eyes and said slowly.

Zhou Shike was slightly stunned.

The young man's tone was as gentle as ever. When snakes strangled their prey, they were extremely slow, striving to crush every bone of the prey and squeeze the internal organs.

Fu Simian used to speak to Zhou Shike like this, but now he has a little more temptation, grievance, and pleasing that are difficult to detect if he doesn't listen carefully.

Fu Simian was pleasing him.

"San'er?" He continued to test, stretched out the snake novices and poked them carefully at the timid and tempered prey.

"Ke Ke?"

"Third brother?"

Zhou Shike was impatient. His patience was never as good as Fu Simian, otherwise he would not have been the one who bowed his head to apologize every time he quarreled.

But there is another reason.

It is Zhou Shike who likes Fu Simian even more.

His vision has always been good, so even if he only looks at the appearance, he can find the most powerful one in the crowd.

Fu Simian grew up, and his living environment and family education were completely different from Zhou Shike. He was able to attract Zhou Shike because of the completely different atmosphere of the person he had come into contact with Zhou Shike.

The unknown does not only represent horror, it is also fascinating.

"Wednesday," Zhou Shike said lightly, without any emotion, "They all called me Wednesday."

Yang Shangchen called him San'er, Fang Ka called him Ke Ke, and the others were the third brother, either Wednesday.

Zhou Shike asked Fu Simian to call him Wednesday.

This is to divide Fu Simian into someone who has nothing to do with him.

Fu Simian lowered his eyes, clenched his fingers slowly, but his breathing was not messy at all, "Okay."

Zhou Shike held his arm and looked at Fu Simian's expression. For a moment, he smiled, "Mr. Fu, nothing is wrong, I'll leave?"

Fu Simian took a step back, giving Zhou Shike room to drive out.

Zhou Shike drove away without hesitation.

Fu Simian's figure became smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror, and finally turned into a blurry black dot, and then completely disappeared from sight.

Zhou Shike retracted his gaze indifferently and stepped on the accelerator.

He didn't know what Fu Simian wanted to do, but he wouldn't just rush up without saying anything, and said smartly, "Don't you want to get back together, right?" He didn't have that big face, and would think that the young and promising head of the Fu family, who is now highly concerned and praised by the business community, would never forget a rich second-generation who has been breaking up for almost half a year.

But if the other party wants to play, Zhou Shike curled the corners of his mouth and smiled a little cruelly, and he didn't mind playing with the other party.

He may not take the initiative to cause trouble for Fu Simian, but if the other party came to him on his own, he would not be polite or lenient at all.

The white car body disappeared at the intersection.

Fu Simian slowly retracted his gaze, and he moved his stiff neck, his eyes becoming a little sad.
To be continued...