sex addict

Chapter 21

Long-term gambling will lose, long-term love will be bitter. ——Li Bihua

In Hongfeng Park, Fang Fan in a white robe ran towards Su Tingjie on the red leaves. His long hair and clothes fluttered wantonly with the wind brought by his running. Su Tingjie opened his arms and hugged Fang Fan who was rushing towards him. full of.

"I thought you wouldn't come." The person in his arms complained softly, as if being coquettish.

Su Tingjie held up Fang Fan's face with a smile and kissed him: "Aren't I here?"

Fang Fan lowered his head not to look at Su Tingjie, and muttered to himself: "But you didn't come last time. Why didn't you come? I'm waiting for you. You know I'm waiting for you. Why don't you come? I'm very hungry, very hungry. It's cold, but I still insist on waiting for you, I thought you would come..."

Feeling the body in his arms gradually becoming stiff, a trace of cold air pierced into Su Tingjie's skin like a needle.He pushed Fang Fan away, only to see that Fang Fan was bleeding from all seven orifices and crying ferociously: "Why didn't you come? I'm waiting for you, you know I'm waiting for you!"

Su Tingjie backed away in fright, and accidentally stepped on the air and fell into the tomb. The real feeling of falling woke him up suddenly.It's a dream, it's a dream again!Ever since he knew that Fang Fan was dead, he had had countless similar dreams, each time with a sweet beginning and a horrible ending, he was fed up with it.He sat up and buried his head deeply between his knees, Fang Fan's piercing cry still lingered in his ears...

The way to end a nightmare is to either wake up or lose the ability to continue dreaming.Su Tingjie chose the second option. He was so drunk that he became unconscious. Even if he had a dream, the dream was blank.But to drink to blurred consciousness, there must be a period of extremely clear consciousness and memory to make the transition.

"Amu, Fang Fan is dead, I killed him..."

"What? What nonsense are you talking about, Brother Jie? You can eat nonsense, but you can't talk nonsense."

"Amu, I love him, but he hanged himself because of me, all because of me..."

"No, what's the situation, Brother Jie? You didn't even hear that you had a girlfriend named Fang Fan before you got married? What happened?"

Su Tingjie answered the wrong question: "I can't take it anymore, I can't stand it Amu, I dream of him every day, every day, every day! He is blaming me, I know he is blaming me, but I can't help it, I can't help it Amu... "It could be heard that Su Tingjie on the other end of the phone was drunk and incoherent, and began to cry loudly.

"Brother Jie, how about this? I'll visit you on the weekend, and we'll talk about the specific situation later. Hurry up and ask your sister-in-law to bring you some sober medicine, and take a rest early after eating."

The term "Black Friday" originated from the fact that the American people usually go to the shopping malls on the Friday after Thanksgiving to queue up to buy the items they need for Christmas. The day is called "Black Friday".After it spread to China, it gradually became the last day of torment for working days and study weeks among young people.Mu Cheng couldn't escape either. Seeing that he was about to get off work for a weekend, but it was too late to clock in after get off work, and the content of the call with Su Tingjie the night before kept reappearing in his mind, he became more and more irritable.

A hand appeared in his line of sight, tapping his desk rhythmically. He looked up and saw that it was Mr. Liang's assistant.Before he could speak, the assistant preemptively said, "Boss Liang is looking for you and asked you to go to his office right now."

Mu Cheng nodded and followed his assistant up to the 22nd floor.As soon as I entered the door, I heard two greasy male voices, laughing harshly.

"Mr. Liang, are you looking for me?" Mu Cheng interrupted his laughter and asked softly.

Mr. Liang turned around with his hands behind his back and looked at Mu Cheng and said, "Well, the design tasks assigned to you before can be stopped."

"That's Mr. Liang. I've already made a draft of that design. I can show it to you after I complete it. Isn't it the deadline? Please give me an hour. I will submit the design to you before I get off work. You." Mu Cheng didn't suspect anything.

"What I mean is that you don't have to do it anymore. I will let your department manager arrange other tasks for you. The design Haodong has already been completed. I have seen the sample and think the effect is good. If you plan to use his idea, you don't have to work on it anymore." It's a waste of time." After speaking, Mr. Liang patted the man named Haodong to express his appreciation.

Mu Cheng frowned, and quickly explained: "Mr. Liang, you haven't seen my design draft, how can you conclude that it is not as good as Designer Hu's? Please allow me to show you the draft, and you can decide whether to choose or not." ?"

Mr. Liang curled his lips, neither agreeing nor objecting.

Mu Cheng went to the office to get the design draft as quickly as possible, but he couldn't find it after searching for a long time. He thought he forgot it at home, so he hurriedly called Song Yao: "Xiao Mu, are you at home now?"

"No, in the company, what's the matter?"

"I have lost a very important design draft, can you help me find it when I go home? I am anxiously waiting to use it, and I have no time to go home." Mu Yan panicked.

Song Yao on the other end of the phone hesitated for a moment: "This... I'm sorry, Mu Cheng, I can't get away from work now, can you wait for me..."

Before Song Yao finished speaking, Mu Cheng interrupted irritably: "Forget it, forget it, you can do your work, hang up first."

After searching again, there was still nothing, so Mu Cheng could only go back to the 22nd floor with a sad face.After knocking on the door and seeing Mr. Liang and Hu Haodong looking at a design drawing, Mu Cheng stepped forward and took a look. Just one look, his mind exploded.

"Isn't this my design draft? How come..." Mu Cheng's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Haha, Xiao Mu, you really know how to joke. This is Haodong's design draft. Look, isn't this signed by Haodong?" Mr. Liang pointed to the signature in the lower right corner of the drawing to Mu Cheng, and said The samples on the desk were also handed over to Mu Cheng: "He even prepared the design samples and brought them here, so you can take a look together."

Mu Cheng snatched the blueprint, pointed to the details of the blueprint with trembling fingers and explained: "No, Mr. Liang, this design is really mine, I didn't lie to you, you can take a look, the lines of this jewelry pendant are incomplete, That's why I haven't finished the painting, you believe me!"

Mr. Liang glanced at Hu Haodong who was standing aside, touched his greasy beer belly impatiently, and said, "You have to look carefully before you speak, young man."

"This is my design! Hu Haodong must have tampered with it. He not only stole my work, but also falsified my idea. Plagiarism! This is plagiarism!" Mu Cheng slapped the drawing on the desk forcefully, furious.

Mr. Liang slapped the table with all his strength: "Enough! Mu Cheng, you heard me clearly, the company likes you because you are indeed talented, but I absolutely don't allow you to slander your boss and damage the company's reputation because of this! Plagiarism? He is a tycoon in the industry, and you are just a fledgling with a small achievement. How can he plagiarize you? Are you kidding me? Come on, go back to work, you are young and energetic, I don’t care about what happened today.”

Mu Cheng had nowhere to vent his anger, and kicked the leather seat beside him.

Hu Haodong came over and patted Mu Cheng on the shoulder, "Hey, young people, don't be so angry, it hurts your body."

"Try to touch me again?" Mu Cheng glared at the hand on his shoulder.

Hu Haodong shrugged his shoulders and advised in a wise man's tone: "Young people, it may not be a good thing that your temper is greater than your ability."

"Get up!" Hearing the sarcasm in the words, Mu Cheng pushed Hu Haodong away and slammed the door out.

When he walked into the elevator angrily, the phone rang, and it was Song Yao. "Mu Cheng, your design draft..."

"Don't mention any design drafts to me! Is there anything wrong? I'll hang up." Mu Cheng hung up the phone instantly, leaving Song Yao on the other end of the phone in a daze.

After calming down at the door of the bedroom, Song Yao didn't even have time to change his sweat-soaked shirt, so he walked back to the company.In fact, he only wanted to tell Mu Cheng on the phone that he had gone back to look for the design draft, but there was none.

But Mu Cheng didn't calm down and think about it. He never brought that design draft home.

Mu Cheng returned to his desk, took out a cardboard box from under the desk, dumped the white and flawless A4 papers inside, randomly put his own things on the desk into the empty box, and kicked away the things blocking the way. With a swivel chair, he left the Xichuang Design office building without looking back while holding the cardboard box.Colleagues looked at the swivel chair that had creaked and turned several times in place, and looked at each other. No one knew what happened, but everyone's eyes seemed to be hiding something tacitly.

After returning that night, Mu Cheng sent an email to Mr. Liang. He felt that asking him to write his resignation letter by himself was an insult to himself, and it was even more disgusting to meet Mr. Liang in order to submit his resignation letter.Although he has to admit that Xichuang Design is the top company in China and also his ideal company, but he can't bear to continue working in such a company, thinking of his boss taking his design for his own use at night when no one is around He was extremely disappointed when he was still favored by the leader.

Went to city B on the weekend for an appointment, Mu Cheng and Su Tingjie were drinking at a food stall, Su Tingjie complained that marriage was like a tomb, Mu Cheng satirized Duo Bichi in the workplace, the two talked more and more enthusiastically, and the more they drank, the more enjoyable they were, Meng Lan called again and again, They were all hung up by Su Tingjie.Just as Mu Cheng was showing off that he wasn't bound by his family, he was distracted by the lit phone screen.

"Mu Cheng, I'm sorry, the editor-in-chief suddenly asked me to work overtime on weekends, so I can't accompany you..."

"Whatever you want, weekends are optional, anyway, I'm used to it." Mu Cheng interrupted him impatiently.

The other end of the phone paused for a moment before speaking: "I'm sorry, it's my fault... Have you eaten yet? It's in the refrigerator..."

"Keep the ones in the refrigerator for you to eat at night, I'm not going home tonight."

"Where do you live if you don't come home? Have you been drinking? Where are you now?"

"Why don't you just have a drink with Brother Jie? Don't worry about it so much, go home after get off work and have a good rest. I'll be back early tomorrow morning. Okay, let's do this first, hang up." After Mu Cheng finished speaking, he turned his phone to silent and stuffed it into his pocket. Grab a glass of wine and drink it down.

Su Tingjie smiled: "Song Yao, right? You too, come out and tell him at least so that he won't worry. Just mentioned the weekend, don't break your weekend plans for me."

"Heh, what plans can I have on weekends? Even if I have plans, they always come to naught. Either I rush to draft or he works overtime. Most of the time, he releases me for the little overtime pay. Hey, so let's say, instead of waiting every day He accompanied me to relax, so it's better to have a little bit of your own life." Mu Cheng said this as if he and his lover had spent a seven-year itch in their married life.

From marriage to family, from work to memorable college life.The two were hungover, as if everything that happened in this world had nothing to do with them.

Mu Cheng promised to go home early the next morning, but he was nowhere to be seen until evening.When he rushed back to City A on Monday, when he came home, he saw Song Yao's cell phone left on the shoe cabinet at the door, thinking of sending it to him, he took it out.

As soon as he went downstairs, he heard Song Yao's text message notification tone. Mu Cheng didn't think much about it. After all, they had been together for nearly 5 years and there was almost no privacy between them, so he read it for him.

"Song Yao, thank you for being with me every night for two consecutive weekends. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know what to do. I prepared breakfast for you and put it on your table. Remember to eat it when you come to the company, love you."

Mu Cheng's eyes tightened, and the hand holding the phone gradually tightened, wishing to crush the phone.Then he took out the keys and went upstairs, put the phone where it was when he entered the door, and sat down on the spot to smoke a cigarette.

Returning home from get off work at night, Song Yao didn't know that Mu Cheng had come back. When he opened the door, he saw Mu Cheng sitting slumped next to the shoe cabinet, and was startled.

"Why are you sitting here?" Song Yao asked while changing his shoes.

Mu Cheng raised his hand and took the mobile phone from the shoe cabinet and handed it to Song Yao, his voice hoarse: "You forgot your mobile phone, don't you know?"

"Yeah, I only found out when I arrived at the company. If I calculate the time, I will be late when I return to pick it up. I thought that there should be nothing important, so I didn't make a trip. Why, you called me?"

"No. Didn't you say you worked overtime on weekends?" Mu Cheng extinguished the last cigarette butt on the ground.

"Yeah. Why do you smoke so much, making the house a mess." Song Yao took off his clothes and hung them on the hanger, scanning the pile of cigarette butts on the ground.

"Then who is Liu Siyu?"

"Our editor-in-chief, didn't I tell you? It's the eldest daughter of the former editor-in-chief."

Mu Cheng looked up at Song Yao who had a disapproving expression on his face, and sniffed, "So what you call working overtime is spending a good night with your beautiful editor-in-chief?"

"What do you mean, Mu Cheng?" Song Yao locked Mu Cheng's eyes.

"Oh, what do you mean by me?" Mu Cheng sneered.

Song Yao turned his eyes away from the vexatious Mu Cheng, and explained calmly: "She is my boss, not the kind of relationship you think."

Mu Cheng stood up with his hands on the wall and approached Song Yao, questioning him with scrutiny: "Which subordinate do you see staying with the boss at night? And which boss do you see preparing breakfast for subordinates early in the morning? I'll see you in the office romance." Too much, but don't forget that you are a lover, where did you put me? Do you think I died?!"

"Then where did you put me again? I think you are the one who treats me as dead! It's okay to get angry at me for no reason on Friday, and just ignore me when you go home. You know that Su Tingjie likes you. Your weekend You didn't go home for two consecutive nights with a hangover, have you considered my feelings?" Song Yao snapped back.

Mu Cheng didn't answer.

The two stood at the door like this, Song Yao felt tired, turned around and opened the door to leave without even stepping into the living room.

"where are you going?"

"Go out and live."

"Where do you live? Your beauty editor's office or her home?"

"I don't want to quarrel with you, and you should stop insulting me with those dirty thoughts."

Mu Cheng laughed at himself, "Dirty? Yes, I am dirty. But no matter how dirty I am, I won't sleep with other women!"

Song Yao looked up at Mu Cheng, with indescribable anger and sadness in his eyes.He looked directly into Mu Cheng's eyes with tears in his eyes, and asked in a deep voice, "Yes, I slept with her, what about you? Did you also have sex with Su Tingjie?"

Mu Cheng gritted his teeth and lost his temper in an instant disappeared from Song Yao's eyes, and only the ironic words remained in his ears - "It's better than doing it with you."

Song Yao seemed to have stepped into the air and fell into the abyss, his body and mind fell endlessly, and the strong sense of weightlessness repeatedly challenged his last nerve defense.He turned and opened the door, and walked aimlessly down the street after going downstairs. "Boom"!With a muffled sound, he finally fell to the ground, and the feeling of weightlessness was replaced by the pain from his body.

Every breath ripped at my ribs and hurt.Song Yao refused the apologetic support of the boy who knocked him down by a bicycle, bent down to find a bus stop, and sat on a simple seat all night.

The next morning, Song Yao returned to the company with a vicissitudes of life. He was also restless when he was working. In addition, he lived in a cheap hotel for several days and his sleep quality was not good. His mental state was very poor.

On weekend nights, editor-in-chief Liu Siyu used various excuses to stay in the company and work overtime as usual.

"Song Yao, you need to adjust the layout of your column." Liu Siyu took the opportunity to sit on Song Yao.

Song Yao staggered in extreme discomfort, "Okay, I'll adjust right away."

"Song Yao, your mental state has not been very good these two days. I made you coffee, drink some."

"Ah, thank you, my work at hand will be over soon." Song Yao smiled wryly.

"What's the rush? I didn't rush you. Take a break, don't be too busy." As he spoke, Liu Siyu reached into Song Yao's shirt with winking eyes like silk.

Song Yao pushed her away, straightened the button of his shirt and said, "Editor-in-chief! Sorry editor-in-chief, I already have a lover."

"Tch, is it interesting for you to prevaricate me with such a lame reason? It's been more than a year, and I still don't know if you have a girlfriend?" Liu Siyu approached Song Yao again.

"Editor-in-chief, please respect yourself!"

Liu Siyu wrapped herself around Song Yao like a snake, "Oh, I just like your shy look. Didn't I say it, don't call me editor-in-chief, I don't like this title."

"Don't! Liu Siyu, I really have a lover. If you do this again, I will... Ah!" Liu Siyu suddenly grabbed Song Yao's crotch/part.

"That's it? Oh, I'm so scared."

Song Yao grabbed Liu Siyu's hand tighter, and said coldly, "I'm gay."

"what?"

"I'm gay."

"Are you kidding me? Didn't you just say you already have..."

"Yes, I'm talking about having a lover instead of a girlfriend, so please take your hands off me and don't bother me again, thank you."

"Hehe, this joke is not funny at all."

"..." Song Yao's eyes were cold, and his whole body exuded a chill.

Liu Siyu pushed Song Yao away with disgust, stood up, patted the non-existing dust on various parts of his body, rolled his eyes, said "really dirty" and left.

Early the next morning, Song Yao handed in his resignation letter under the contemptuous eyes of all the employees.Looking at those eyes full of deep malice, he knew without thinking that Liu Siyu made his homosexuality public.

He was very tired and just wanted to take Mu Mu home to stay for a while, just in time to spend time with his grandfather during his free time after resigning.As for Mu Cheng, the two have been in a state of cold war since the quarrel. If they really break up, he just wants to stay in City C and look for a job.

Mu Cheng and Song Yao are usually busy with their respective jobs. The golden retriever Mu Mu spends most of his time in foster care at a pet hospital called "Chong Ai". After dinner, I took it out for a walk, probably due to the lack of time to see each other. Every time I saw Mu Cheng and Song Yao, Mu Mu was very happy and always stuck to the two of them.

"Song Yao, are you here to pick up Mu Mu? Why do you get off work so early today?" The person who spoke was Huai Yi'an, the director of the "Beloved" Pet Hospital. He looked like a standard warm man, and his tall stature was made even taller by the white coat. , the eyes are not big, and they bend into a crescent moon when they smile, with a pair of shallow pear dimples like small brackets, and a small canine tooth looming, making people feel very sunny when they look at it.

Song Yao really likes this dean who is as old as him and is gentle and polite, and he really takes good care of Mu Mu, and Mu Mu likes him very much.So he walked up to Mu Mu and opened the cage, let Mu Mu jump on him and lick him affectionately, and replied with a smile: "I quit my job and plan to take Mu Mu home to live for a while."

Huai Yi'an walked up to Song Yao and stretched out his hand to run along Mu Mu's hair, eyes dodging and said: "You and Mu Cheng haven't seen it for a long time, it misses you very much."

"I miss him too, haha, he's still so clingy." Mu Mu stretched out his tongue and licked his ear, Song Yao shrank back as if afraid of ticklish.

"You've lost weight and your complexion isn't very good. It's time to take a good rest. Will Mu Cheng go back with you?" Although Song Yao didn't tell him about his relationship with Mu Cheng, he was not stupid.

The smile froze on Song Yao's face, he lowered his head and replied lightly: "No, I'll go back alone."

"Let me see you off. It just so happens that the store is deserted these two days. I'll let Lu Mi's girl take care of it. What's more, it will be inconvenient to take a car with you." Looking at Song Yao's thin shoulders, Huai Yi'an More than once, I wanted to step forward and hug him, to protect him with my warm embrace.

The author has something to say:

I always feel that the contradictions are a bit far-fetched, but, no matter how deep the relationship is, it will be worn down in the little things. Friends are like this, and lovers can't hide from it. So be it, dog Calvin...