Case File Compendium

Heavy curtains were drawn in the box, so no sunlight could come in. When Xie Qingcheng woke up, he didn't know how long it had passed. He only felt sore and confused, and after a while, the terrible memories of last night crashed into his brain like the scene of a car accident. He was... Xie Qing's eyes were red last night, and he believed for a moment that he was too tired and had a nightmare.

He even closed his eyes for a while, then opened them again, faintly wishing that he was still lying in the dormitory of the Medical University, or the old house in Moyu Lane.

But none. Miracle didn't happen.

He Yu has left.

The only thing He Yu did was to at least wear a condom.

Now Xie Qingcheng propped himself up a little on the bed, he could see a few used condoms being thrown on the mattress, the contents inside made him humiliated to the point that even the tips of his fingernails popped up A red of shame and resentment.

Yes, he felt sorry for He Yu. He felt that he was too ruthless before and never put He Yu in a position where he could communicate with him on an equal basis.

Before this absurd thing happened, he already wanted to re-establish a new relationship with He Yu, which had nothing to do with doctors and patients, the relationship between him and He Yu.

He never thought of having a long-term bond with a young man before, but the moment He Yu extended his hand to him without thinking, Xie Qingcheng's fatherly heart was finally touched.

At that moment, he realized that maybe he did something wrong. The teenager is only young, and his feelings are not weaker than anyone else's. No matter what, he may not have Take such a decisive way to leave. He thought that as long as He Yu could forgive him, this time, he was willing to accompany him for a long time as long as He Yu needed it, as long as he could. But He Yu committed a beast that was completely beyond Xie Qingcheng's imagination. Xie Qingcheng could not accept his death.

A straight man put another straight man to sleep.

I was **** in running water, and even got **** to repeated orgasms. I couldn't even **** with my legs open, but I was still sucking He Yu's **** madly, and my waist was shaking when I thought of these scenes, sober up. Xie Qingcheng, who came over, was ashamed to death and nauseated.

He raised his hand, put it in front of his eyes, covered it, held it back for a while, but unable to hold back, he raised his hand and smashed the lamp on the bedside table.

He Yu finally had a good time, she tore off the restraint on Xie Qingcheng's hand, and the red marks on Xie Qingcheng's wrist still remain.

Xie Qingcheng thought, fortunately He Yu is gone, if He Yu is still here, he will do something out of control if he fails to protect himself. He was almost driven mad by He Yu.

"Ding—" was thrown on the floor along with the clothes and the phone rang. Xie Qing was very annoying and didn't plan to pick it up.

But the bells rang endlessly, one after another. It's as if I'll swear if I don't dig him out of this sexual grave.

It was Chen slow calling.

"Brother."

"What's the matter." Chen slow was startled: "Why is your voice so hoarse?"

“…”

Xie Qingcheng took a deep breath: "If you have something to say, just say it, I'll hang up if it's okay, I have something to do here."

Chen said slowly: "Something happened at home..."

Xie Qingcheng was so stimulated by what happened last night, his heart was beating violently, and his body felt weak for a while, when he heard Chen slow again, he broke out in cold sweat and clenched his hands. The knuckles of the mobile phone were bluish and white: "What happened?"

Half an hour later, Xie Qingcheng appeared in the hall of the clubhouse wearing a crumpled and wine-stained shirt.

He couldn't even stand up at first, his legs were soft when he got out of bed, and when he moved, he could feel a strange and terrible dull pain. Xie Qingcheng clutched the corner of the bedside table, and the blue veins on the back of his hands burst out.

Hate and shame.

He took a very difficult shower in the shower room before leaving the box. He has always acted resolutely, and he never takes things too seriously, but now it takes him a long time to put on a single piece of clothing, and when he puts on his trousers again, his face is pale in pain.

At this moment, he was almost walking with his teeth gritted, and it took a lot of effort to straighten his waist as straight as usual.

But the staff of the clubhouse were still startled when they saw him.

Xie Qingcheng's skin was too pale, like a ghost walking out of the night, thin as paper.

"Sir...do you...need any help?"

Xie Qing submitted: "No need."

"Then please settle the account last night."

“…”

Xie Qingcheng thought he was deaf.

"Sir?"

"..." Xie Qingcheng is used to it, and being **** all night can't change this. Although he thinks He Yuzhen's family is too shameless, he pays what he pays. This is what the old man should do.

He turned ashen: "Okay. I'll pay."

"Then may I ask you to swipe your card or..."

"Swipe."

"Please come to the service desk with me."

The waiter crackled on the computer and pulled out a list.

Xie Qingcheng habitually asked: "How much?"

The bill was handed over, and the waiter respectfully said, "The total consumption of the box last night was 1.68 million."

“…”

Xie Qingcheng stopped drawing the card. He took the bill and glanced at it. The astronomical number on it made him wonder if there was something wrong with his eyes.

Yes, 1.68 million.

Expensive drinks, service charges, room charges, and damages.

Xie Qingcheng raised his hand and touched his forehead: "...I'll make a phone call....Any cigarettes? I also need some clean clothes."

The bill of 1.68 million has already been hung up, Xie Qingcheng has completely abandoned himself, and adding more consumption is a drop in the bucket.

Borrowed the bathroom and put on the shirt the waiter brought him. Xie Qingcheng leaned against the counter, knocked out a cigarette with trembling hands, and lowered his eyelashes to catch fire. He took a deep breath, and then dialed the phone number of the person he wished to kill at the moment.

If he had money, he would rather pay the money himself, but unfortunately he couldn't come up with the outrageous 1.68 million overnight fee.

1.68 million…

It's an auspicious and maddening number. He was conned by He Yu for a whole night. How dare he pay 1.68 million for drinks, water, service and room charges?

What service does he want? Massage stick service? !

This beast just ran away like that.

"Hello, the user you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please try again later..."

Xie Qingcheng had bloodshot eyes in his eyes, irritably suppressed the call, went to He Yu's WeChat, entered a few characters forcefully, and then clicked the send button.

I didn't expect WeChat to send a tone immediately, and He Yu actually responded in seconds.

"The message was sent, but was rejected."

Xie Qingcheng: "..."

The bright red exclamation mark was reflected in Xie Qingcheng's wide-open eyes, Xie Qingcheng stared at the screen in disbelief for a long time, thinking that he was blind.

He Yu dragged him down?

Xie Qingcheng gave a low "fuck" sound, his voice hoarse and smoking.

He Yu actually, has a face, gave him... dragged, black, huh? ! ? !

Thanks to Xie Qingcheng not playing some social software, otherwise he would realize that He Yu's behavior is very similar to some particularly shameless young people in the contemporary era, that is, after the appointment, the contact information of the other party is deleted in seconds of the kind.

But this didn't stop Xie Qingcheng from being furious. After all, he felt that no matter what he said, after such a disgusting thing happened yesterday, he would also delete He Yu, right?

Is it possible for He Yu to drag people?

Xie Qingcheng seldom loses control, but at this time he threw his mobile phone on the pool, and when he looked up, the man in the mirror was fierce as if he had been cornered and ravaged the male beast.

"He Yu...!"

On the other hand, Young Master He really forgot about paying.

He's not so crazy anymore, and the effects of the wine are gone, but his heart is a little messed up.

When he woke up in the morning, he found that he fell asleep on his stomach, but he felt something was wrong. As soon as the field of vision was focused, I saw Xie Qingcheng lying in a state of embarrassment in his bed at close range, while he was lying on Xie Qingcheng's body and his face was pressed against Xie Qingcheng's neck for the night. That posture is like a little dragon with scars. After flying across the ocean for too long, he finally found a warm and moist nest. The little dragon was tired, thirsty and lonely all the way, and finally got enough water and smothered in the new nest. Mouth tucked in wings, tail curled up and contented sleep till dawn.

The little dragon was stunned after waking up. And then the shattered, crazy memories of last night came back like snowflakes.

He Yu felt that he must have been a nightmare more than ten hours ago, and he must have been attacked by a ghost. The 59 degrees plum is probably not wine, but a glass of ecstasy water. Otherwise, how could he do such a crazy thing and still be so intense and excited? This is a man!

He gave a man to…

He Yu looked down at Xie Qingcheng's face, turned over, and touched the **** lips with his fingers.

Xie Qingcheng seemed to feel this touch in a coma, his lips trembled slightly, and the person was like a crumpled sheet of tissue paper, pale and white, with a few bits of cinnabar on the paper. Such a handsome and tough face that has nothing to do with women...

He Yu looked at it for a long time, and had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Absurd.

Crazy.

Disgusting.

He looked at him like a dragon looking at a human being sacrificed on a stone bed—a dragon hates people, should have driven people away, or swallowed them alive, and should never go crazy with people on the bed.

He is now like a beast who has gradually recovered from madness, looking at the sins he has cast, and his eyes are reflecting this human being tortured to the point of being damaged.

He was disgusting homosexuality was terribly disgusting on weekdays, he didn't know what was wrong with him, was he really dizzy or dizzy? No matter how violent or manic, he shouldn't vent on this man in this way.

His illness made him numb and cold from the beginning, and now it is even more like falling into an ice cave, he sat up from the bed, looking at the chaos of the bed, thinking about it If he didn't go, it was Xie Qingcheng who was entangled in his body, and the pain and desire were intertwined under his eyes.

He actually did.

He Yu felt cold and stared numbly at Xie Qing's unconscious face.

How could he…

His mind was filled with both the excitement of revenge and the coldness after going crazy.

He felt very uncomfortable, but he felt a bad breath finally came out, Xie Qing said it was his own fault. Who let him lie to him? Who let him lie to him for seven years and four years...

He was disgusted.

On the other hand, a flower of evil blossomed silently in my heart.

He suddenly felt that he should leave something as a souvenir for this crazy and sinful entanglement.

It was his first time after all. And after that, he would no longer want to see Xie Qingcheng's appearance. I believe that Xie Qingcheng also hated him to the bone and would not want to see him again.

So he thought about it, and finally pulled out his mobile phone from the clothes that were entangled like snakes, pointed at the man who was still unconscious, and took a few pictures of him sleeping soundly photo of time.

At this moment, He Yu was looking at those bed photos and Xie Qingcheng's sleeping appearance. In the photo, Xie Qingcheng looks very weak and tired, and there are obvious bite marks on his mouth. At a glance, he can see what he did with others before going to bed. And it's the weaker one.

He Yu stared, and in his brutal and numb mind, the broken appearance of Xie Qingcheng under him last night kept replaying.

And Xie Qingcheng's unrestrained hoarse voice.

He Yu thought coldly in his heart, why is he indifferent, how many times did he lose with him last night? Sure enough, everything Xie Qing presented was pretentious.

But for some reason, the blood was a little hot.

I was in a trance when my phone entered the phone, it was an unfamiliar landline number.

“…Hello.”

On the other end of the phone came the very nice voice that was hoarsely screaming last night.

It is as cold as frost at the moment.

"He Yu." Xie Qingcheng said, "Do you want a **** face?!"

Ten minutes later, He Yu, who ran away after getting on, drove back to the Kongye Club. The high-top door of the clubhouse opened, and the waiter bowed his head to welcome Mr. He in.

He Yu looked as usual, clean, concise, gentleman and polite. Standard and standard exemplary demeanor.

There's no way anyone can relate him to this shit.

Just as He Yu looked like a gentle and scholarly gentleman, Xie Qingcheng didn't look like he had just been tortured by a teenager all night.

He Yu's eyes looked at him from top to bottom.

After all, the relationship between these two people is different and not clean.

He Yu looked at him at this time, and his eyes seemed to be able to open Xie Qingcheng's neat coat and see the flesh and bones underneath. It seems that Xie Qingcheng is not wearing any clothes at all.

The moment Xie Qingcheng caught a glimpse of He Yu, his blood pressure went up, just because he didn't want to be known to everyone in the lobby where people came and went, so he restrained himself. The urge to kick He Yu to death and stab him to death.

"Mr. He, this is your bill last night."

The waiter handed over the receipt.

Although I am well versed in the service etiquette of this industry, today's matter is still too strange. When the waiter and sister are checking the box on the computer, she sees the content that pops up. It's shocking, ah... I dare to smash the whole box...

A fight?

There must be a fight.

But when I looked down, I saw that the lubricating oil in the room was also in the list, and condoms were no exception, and the lady was shocked again.

Did you fall asleep again?

This is really lacking in blood!

She was inspired by maternal sympathy, and when she handed the bill to He Yu, her voice softened an octave, full of sympathy.

Yes, the object of her sympathy is actually He Yu.

He Yu looks too beautiful, although she is tall, she looks tall and handsome when wearing clothes, and there is a scholarly elegance between her eyes.

Unlike Xie Qingcheng, people were so uncomfortable that they couldn't hold it anymore, and they still had a cold look on their faces.

So the service lady mistakenly thought that all those sets were used by Xie Qingcheng on He Yu.

She thought, Xie Qingcheng is so handsome, he must be someone who eats soft food. After eating soft food, he tortured He Shao all night, and when he came back, he had to call He Shao to swipe his card.

What a shame!

After He Yu made the payment, the young lady bowed, looked at He Yu boldly with encouraging eyes, and then used her professionalism to desperately restrain herself from wanting to turn over Xie Qingcheng, this beast With a white-eyed impulse, he twisted his waist and walked away on high heels.

He Yu and Xie Qingcheng were left beside the big turntable in the hall.

He Yu: "…"

Xie Qingcheng: "…"

Thanks to these two uncles, they both have the mentality of being embarrassed in front of others, so they won't quarrel with each other in the lobby of the clubhouse because of what happened last night.

Flu water curtain in the lobby was rushing, which became the background music when the two looked at each other silently.

Xie Qingcheng stared at He Yu with red eyes.

He Yu's face was like a dog, but there was a madness in his eyes that no one but Xie Qingcheng could notice.

That kind of madness seems to be competing with Xie Qingcheng silently, as if to say shamelessly, yes, I did everything, and I don't plan to meet you again from now on See, what can you do to me?

In the end, Xie Qingcheng stood up. In the eyes of others, Xie Qingcheng was still tall and straight, coming and going like the wind.

But He Yu could see a tremor in his steps.

Xie Qingcheng walked in front of He Yu, his heart pounding and his eyes extremely terrifying.

He Yu had a momentary fear in his heart, and had the urge to turn around and run. But he immediately felt that this impulse was too absurd. It was the pressure that Xie Qingcheng had brought to him since he was a child, and it was still engraved in his DNA, and would occasionally cause trouble.

He immediately swept away this unnecessary shadow of childhood, and swore that he would never let anyone, especially the person in front of him, know what he was thinking at that moment.

He Yu calmed down and stared at him without blinking. After a while, he smiled instead and said softly, "Brother Xie, are you so hateful that you want to kill him now? me?"

The author has something to say:Little Theater:

Xie Qingcheng: (relentlessly mocking) I heard that someone was ridiculed all day after yesterday's chapter because of the phrase "let me in".

Xie Xue: Who is it?

Chen slow: Who is it?

He Yu: …Who, who?