President Hao Zhizhu jumped out, smiled and put his hand on the newcomer's shoulder, and introduced, "Little Orange, this is Si Song." You probably don't know it yet, but it's a newcomer, but he's actually our long-time companion. Today I finally promised to join our magazine! Applaud! ”

There was a burst of applause.

"He's now a contract writer for the company." Jiang Yuanchun snorted coldly, but he didn't seem to like Si Song very much.

"The editor-in-chief is still so indifferent." Si Song smiled, his eyes drifted behind Wu Cheng, "My main business is a Taoist priest. If you have any special troubles, you can come to me, I see that there are other things around you. ”

"Si Song, you're scary again," the president scolded him with a helpless smile, "Xiao Cheng, don't listen to his nonsense, it's his occupational disease." Come, Orange, come and see how this issue is designed, and give us some advice—" He said, taking Five Orange's arm and going into his office.

"It's not my job, president." Five Oranges frowned and wanted to refuse.

waist, but suddenly was hit by a cold sharp object, and his body froze.

Diao Feng didn't know when he stood behind him, but Diao Yun spun around in the swivel chair and threw a wink at him, "If you don't listen to the editor-in-chief, you won't be able to go to nightclubs anymore~"

The knife stabbed forward a little more, and he tightened his back and obediently walked in with the president.

Wu Cheng was slammed in front of the computer by those people and expressed his thoughts on the cover of the magazine in 10,000 words, which was too deceitful! The knife on your waist is nothing, editor-in-chief, how did you pull out a knife from your back! Have you been carrying it!

Wucheng was about to cry, and he urgently needed to find Chang Xiyang for comfort. But this time, there was no one.

Siyan?

Where did it go......

Wu Cheng stood up suddenly, the knife across his neck hurriedly dodged, Jiang Yuanchun's eyes darkened, "Are you looking for death?" ”

"Whatever you want." He was in no mood to care about these idlers, glanced at him coldly, and went out to look for them.

"Is he back?" The president muttered something in the back, but he didn't have the heart to listen. Now in his mind, there is only one name, Chang Xiyang.

Unexpectedly, the area of this small broken magazine office was much larger than it looked, and he ran in the corridor in a panic, looking around, but found that the corridor seemed to be more and more, longer and longer. What a strange structure! He cursed to himself.

In a hurry, but I didn't know where I had touched, the old walls slowly moved away, and a corridor with a completely different decoration style appeared in front of me.

He was startled, and after a closer look, it didn't seem to be threatening, before he dared to walk in carefully.

The deeper you go, the dimer the light becomes.

In the innermost room, a few rays of light peeked through the crack in the door. Wu Cheng took a light step and walked over cautiously, just about to press the handrail of the door, but heard a faint sound coming from inside.

“…… I know you're much stronger than I am right now...... If you want to use strong, I can't ......" was Xiyang's low sob, Wucheng had excellent hearing, but at this time, he couldn't hear it vaguely, and his heart sank. “…… It's you...... at home" His voice grew lower and lower, and he pressed against the door, trying to hear it more clearly. But I heard another voice, "That son of yours is here." ”

Before he could open the door, the door suddenly opened violently, and the wind that blew it out ripped the broken hair on his forehead.

Inside the door, there is an unexpected scene.

Si Song sat calmly on the sofa and looked at him with a playful expression, "It's really not the right time for the orange boy to come. ”

Xiyang had his back to him, straddled Si Song's lap, disheveled, the wide open window brought a breeze, and Xiyang's half-length hair had strands of hair floating.

His back trembled terribly. Si Song's hand around his waist tightened a little, and with the other hand, he pinned the loose hair behind his ear for him. A few scattered buttons on the black leather sofa stand out.

“…… Chang Xiyang? Five Oranges narrowed their eyes, almost laughing.

Xiyang finally turned around, his eyes were red, there were teardrops hanging on his eyelashes, and his red lips and a few bright red kiss marks in the collar of his big open shirt pierced straight into Wucheng's eyes.

Where his own kiss marks remained, he naturally counted.

"No, it's not like that, Orange Orange, you listen to me......" Chang Xiyang's tears were about to gush out even more uncontrollably, and he struggled to get off the man's lap in a panic.

"Huh? Then you say, I'll listen. He looked coldly at Si Song and controlled Xiyang and circled him in his arms.

Si Song frowned, lifted half of Xiyang's slippery neckline to his shoulders, and reached out to take the blazer on the sofa and wrap it around Xiyang's trembling body. "Don't you think you're going too far?"

"The person you are holding me and still saying that I am excessive?"

"Your people? He's just your guardian spirit, not your man. Besides, doesn't the orange boy already have a favorite woman? Si Song lowered his head, his eyes full of tenderness. When he looked up at Wucheng again, there was a faint sneer in his eyes, "How could Xiyang become the guardian spirit of a person like you?" What do you have to protect? ”

Xiyang stretched out his hand and pushed him, "Don't say that...... I won't tell you about him. ”

"Even if he is?"

“…… Even if he did. ”

"I see." Si Song carried him to the sofa and buttoned the two buttons on the suit, but he still looked calm, "You are so self-conscious."

Wucheng walked over and tore off his suit, took off his coat and wrapped Chang Xiyang, picked him up by the waist, and turned around to go out.

Chang Xiyang is very thin, not the kind of weak thinness, but a slender skeleton, covered with thin, well-proportioned and good-looking muscles, slender, but powerful. His good-looking is not as stunning as Xiao Qian, nor is it as warm as Si Song's but dazzling to shine, he is clean and beautiful, it is a bubbling spring, it is the wind that passes through the bamboo forest and is contaminated with mist and moisture, and the pearl and jade are on the side, and I feel that I am filthy.

But now, this spring, this wind, this jewel......

Five Oranges lowered their heads to look at the man, but they didn't show any expression.

At the entrance of the corridor, the people from the magazine office gathered, but no one crossed the line. The crowd was silent as they watched him walk by.

He stopped, turned his back to them, and didn't turn around, "You can see him in the first place, don't you?" ”

No one answered.

Why ask such superfluous questions?

When he got home, Wu Cheng gently put the person on the bed and went to close the curtains in the bedroom, the curtains had excellent shading, and the warm sunlight was instantly blocked, and the room was dark.

"Is there anything you want to say?" He sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to wipe away the tears from Chang Xiyang's face.

"Didn't you just have a lot to say? Well? He was not annoyed, his tone was gentle and calm, like a child talking to his beloved toy, but Chang Xiyang couldn't help but shudder.

"Don't you say? Shall I tell you? Well? Siyan? ”

Chang Xiyang was silent and nodded.

"He's Si Song, isn't he?"

“……”

"Answer me, Siyan." Five Oranges let go of the man's coat.

“…… Be. ”

"So you say, how many times have we slept during this time? Have you counted? He straightened the man's messy hair and smiled innocently.

Chang Xiyang looked away and shook his head slowly.

"Answer me."

“…… No. ”

"Guess how many times you called him by name when we went to bed? Well? He kissed the man's cold lips from fear, "Are you cold, Siyan?" ”

Chang Xiyang shook his head, not knowing which question he was answering.

Five Oranges pulled the quilt and gently wrapped the trembling little man, "That last question, huh?" Siyan, guess again, do you think you call his name more often, or do you call mine more often? ”

"Don't talk, do you?" He chuckled lowly, "Chang Xiyang, do you know how much I love you?" Well? I used to be so naïve that I thought love was absolute possession, but then I realized how wrong I was. But...... Now I don't think I was wrong. ”

"I tried to love you tenderly, but I found that it wasn't for you. You don't like that, and I don't like it. Right? He tugged at Chang Xiyang's long hair and forced him to look up into his eyes, "You like to be rough, don't you?" As I said, I really want to imprison you so that I can see you alone. Do you think I'm joking? Well? ”

"Orange Boy...... It's you, right? Chang Xiyang's voice trembled violently, he was so scared, but he also felt wronged.

"Orange Boy? Are you calling me? Yes, you called me that, Siyan, I have only lived in this world for more than twenty years, but it is enough. He pressed his forehead against the man, "Good baby, Siyan, obedient." I won't let anyone see you anymore. ”

There is no doubt that he is five oranges, and he has not recovered the memory of the orange boy...... However, in the current situation, Chang Xiyang's heart sank, and his life seemed to be going to be difficult.

Five Orange's youthful face is a little innocent and pure.

He unbuckled his belt and tied Chang Xiyang's fragile wrist behind, "Don't move, Xiyang," his voice was clear and gentle, with the cleanliness and beauty of a teenager, "If you move around, it will be like this." Wucheng's fingers went all the way down his body, and before Chang Xiyang could react, with a click, his right ankle was twisted off by the man, and the sharp pain of broken bones pierced straight into his body, and he snorted violently, biting his lower lip tightly, forcing himself not to make a sound.

"Does it hurt?" Wucheng was a little distressed, and gently wiped the cold sweat from the forehead of the person who kept trembling, "Then you have to be obedient, otherwise it will hurt even more." ”

Chang Xiyang raised his eyes and whitened him, but he didn't have the energy to speak. He really didn't expect this person to be so ruthless.

"Don't look at me like that, Siyan, I'm sad. Wait for me to go out, okay? You get a good night's sleep, this may be the last time you sleep in bed, enjoy it. Well? Wucheng lowered his head and kissed the man's good-looking lips, and his dark emotions were extremely inconsistent with the simple young man's face, and even a little cruel, "Remember this pain, I gave it to you...... Wait for me to come back. Obedient. ”

He didn't have any nostalgia, turned around and left, as if Chang Xiyang was really some kind of imprisoned waste, not the lover who was still gentle with him yesterday.

Chang Xiyang heard the sound of the man's departing footsteps and the sound of the door locking, and the sharp pain in his ankle made him almost lose his mind, and he shrank weakly on the bed, groggy, and really fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, but when I woke up again, I was already in a completely different environment.

There was no longer a soft bed under him, he was lying on the cold and hard floor, without any clothes, his body was in pain, his hands were still tied, Chang Xiyang tried to move his other intact foot, but his ankle was bound by something heavy and cold...... Ah, the chains have been taken out, and the five oranges are really angry.

He made a bad voice in his heart.

"Don't move." On the other side of the room, Wu Cheng's voice suddenly came, making him tremble.

Chang Xiyang raised his head and looked over, there was a dim small lamp over there, the orange light was soft but thin, shining on Wucheng's pen's hand, this person ...... Drawing?