Chapter 104： Back to the first world 05 ┃ Xuan Ming: The sky is falling and I will help you carry it. (1/2)

This meal was a torment for Xuan Ming.

On the one hand, he wanted to eat faster, so that the little curly hair would not wait too quickly, because the other person's long legs would occasionally rub against his calf, and then cling to his hot skin, as if provoking.

On the other hand, the little curly hair sat opposite, sometimes smiling slyly, sometimes smiling cutely, causing him to be stunned when he was not careful.

He wanted time to pass faster and slower, and the satisfaction of his mind and the desire of his body were pulling at both ends of his mind.

Fortunately, no matter how entangled in his heart, a meal will always be finished.

At 9:30 in the evening, Zhuang Li looked at the phone on the table and suggested, "Let's go when we're done eating."

"Okay!" Xuan Ming immediately took off the napkin and snapped his fingers at the waiter impatiently.

"I'll go to the bathroom." Zhuang Li bowed and left, pressing his right hand on his jacket pocket, which contained a small bottle of gel cream.

"You go, I'll wait for you here." Xuan Ming handed the credit card to the waiter who came to check out, and then drank the remaining half bottle of red wine in one go.

He usually wouldn't have much reaction to a few catties of liquor, but today he felt dizzy.

The boiling blood sent his brain into a state of excitement. He held his forehead and pondered: where to go next? hotel? What should men and men do? Do you want to buy a small umbrella?

Thinking like this, his ears were already hot, and his heart beat faster than ever.

He took out his mobile phone and prepared to Baidu to read the information in that regard, but his eager eyes were frozen at this moment. Just because he saw the figure of the little curly hair on the news page pushed by Baidu.

He was wearing a wrinkled suit with disheveled hair, and he was half lying on the railing of the high-rise rooftop. His pale face showed a terrified expression, like a hunter's gun. animal.

His embarrassed appearance formed a dazzling contrast to today's bright.

Xuan Ming quickly read the title, and all those charming thoughts in his heart disappeared in an instant.

[Young people failed to start a business and owed a huge debt of 180 million yuan. They had no choice but to jump off the building. ] This is the description of the little curly hair in the news, a line of cold words, but how much despair and pain are hidden.

For any ordinary person, the huge debt of 180 million is enough to destroy their whole life. In the rest of their lives, they will live with no present, no future, and no hope. Every day, every hour, every moment, they will be oppressed by the word "debt repayment" to the point of suffocation.

It's no wonder that the little curly hair will embark on this depraved road, and he is also forced to have no other way. Luckily he picked me and not someone else. Fortunately, he didn't do anything to hurt himself.

The late arrival made Xuan Ming sweat coldly on his forehead. He couldn't imagine how much pressure and fear were hidden in his heart when Little Curly Hair smiled brightly at him.

There is no way for him to bring the little curly hair to bed at this time, so that the other party faces more harm.

On the other end, Zhuang Li repeatedly pinched his curly hair in front of the mirror, humming a cheerful little tune, without overly complicated lyrics, just repeating one sentence, "M500, M500, my favorite M500..."

7480: "..."

The host really explained the "eating sex" incisively and vividly.

Turning left and right in front of the mirror, making sure that he was handsome enough to shine, Zhuang Li hid a small bottle of gel cream in his jacket pocket and walked out with graceful steps.

Unexpectedly, when he arrived at the table, Xuan Ming stood up, gently supported his shoulder, and said cautiously, "Let's go, I'll take you home first. I drank a little red wine today, and I should be able to sleep well. "

Zhuang Li opened his fox eyes and looked over in disbelief.

Xuan Mingfu whispered comfortably in his ear: "Don't be nervous, I have no regrets. I just think you should have a good rest recently."

"I think I'm in good shape and don't need to rest." Zhuang Li squeezed out a smile.

"No, you need to. Don't push yourself too hard, relax." Xuan Ming gently stroked the stiff back of the little curly hair, his heart overflowing with love and distress.

If he hadn't seen the news by chance, he would have no idea that the other party was almost on the verge of death. If the police hadn't arrived in time, wouldn't he have seen the man now?

Thinking of this, Xuan Ming's heart throbbed violently for a moment, and then he took the little curly hair out of the restaurant with a strong attitude, stuffed it into his luxury car, and asked the driver to send him back.

Zhuang Li: "..."

Is this stupid big guy short-circuited?

On the way, Xuan Ming did not ask about the bankruptcy of the little curly hair. He knew that it was a **** sore that could not be touched, but it was painful to touch. Not being driven to a dead end, which man would jump off a building? Which man would be willing to sell his body?

So he just gently took the little curly hair into his arms, patted the other person's back over and over again, and pressed his lips to his smooth forehead, trying to give him a little comfort.

Zhuang Li, who felt like he had turned into a newborn baby: "..."

He had no idea what his lover was thinking. Didn't you just take out your gun when you were eating just now? How did you become a nanny who is full of maternal love now?

The car quickly arrived at its destination.

Xuan Ming stuck his head out of the car window and observed the messy environment around him and the dilapidated apartment building standing not far away. His heart ached again.