You Shulang was awakened by the ringing of the phone.
The hollow and ethereal voice seemed to come from nothingness, echoing continuously in his ears.
His consciousness had not yet returned, and he subconsciously grabbed the phone next to him following the ringing sound.
Was the call connected? He didn't know; who called? He didn't know.
It was pitch black in front of his eyes and his mind was dizzy. You Shulang's eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. After trying several times, he was able to barely open a crack.
As the sunlight rushed into his pupils unceremoniously, he heard a man's voice coming from the phone.
"Hello?"
It was still a subconscious response, but You Shulang himself was shocked. Was this hoarse voice, as if it had been polished with sandpaper for three days, made by himself?
His gradually clearing brain began to ache dully, and You Shulang's body was like a stopped and rusted machine. It took a lot of effort for him to raise his hand and rub his temple, which felt like it was about to explode.
The man on the phone kept calling his name.
The voice sounds familiar.
The brain, which was basically in a stagnant state, barely made such an analysis.
"Who?"
You Shulang's eyes gradually adjusted to the strong light. He looked around and realized that he was in his car.
In the car? Why was he in the car? At this moment, his memory was like a restarted computer, going through the input and association of various configurations. And at the moment, the last scene he could think of was sitting in a banquet hall and being forced by a female boss to drink a glass of white wine.
"You Shulang? Are you listening?"
The voice on the phone interrupted his messy thoughts. You Shulang raised the phone to his ear and called out, "Fan Xiao?"
"It took you so long to answer the phone, and you didn't say anything when you answered it. What's wrong? Why is your voice so hoarse?"
"Nothing, I drank too much last night." You Shulang glanced at his watch. It was 7:15. "What do you want to talk to me about so early?"
"I see you've really drunk too much. Forgot? I have to go to Bohai to attend a meeting today. My car has been sent for maintenance. You said yesterday that you would drive to my house to pick me up to go to work together. I called you to ask what you want for breakfast. I'm preparing it."
You Shulang's brain was slow, and he couldn't digest so many literal meanings at once. He went through yesterday's events with great effort, but he couldn't find the information that Fan Xiao mentioned.
It must be the aftereffects of a hangover, You Shulang was a little annoyed.
"Wait for me twenty minutes." A hangover would definitely look terrible. He flipped down the baffle, opened the mirror, and planned to tidy himself up. "I don't want breakfast. I just sobered up..."
!!!
You Shulang's hand suddenly stopped! The person in the long narrow mirror...
The phone slipped and You Shulang approached the mirror fiercely! The man in the mirror had messy hair, pale face, red and slightly swollen lips, and the wound at the corner of his lips was clearly visible.
His fingers suddenly widened the collar of his shirt, and the person in the mirror looked extremely shocked!
Shocking kiss mark!
The strange and ambiguous marks stretched from under the ear to the collarbone, mottled and crisscrossed, like wanton graffiti on a canvas, leaving blue and purple colors on the fair skin!
The sense of peripheral nerves was gradually awakening, and You Shulang felt pain.
The trembling fingertips touched the darkest spot on the neck, and You Shulang's frown deepened, and he let out a hiss.
It was a bite mark. If you look closely you can see tooth marks, which are neatly arranged and of moderate size!
"Grass!"
You Shulang slammed the steering wheel hard, and the angry honking sound spread throughout the empty parking lot...
When Fan Xiao arrived, You Shulang was sitting in the car with a serious expression.
He opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.
"Are you so drunk? Did you vomit and stain your clothes?" Fan Xiao handed the clothes in his hand to You Shulang, "I found the turtleneck sweater you asked me to buy. Isn't it hot now?"
"Do you have any cigarettes?" You Shulang interrupted him, "I've run out of them."
Fan Xiao frowned slightly, turned around and took a bottle of water from the side of the door and opened it: "If your throat is hoarse, stop smoking, drink some water to moisten your throat."
"Cigarette." You Shulang finally turned to look at Fan Xiao, "I want a cigarette!"
"You...what's wrong with you?" Fan Xiao suddenly leaned forward, his eyes moving from the wound on his lip to the bruises on his neck. After the initial shock, he thought for a moment, then slowly sat up straight and said in a long voice, "I didn't expect Director You's girlfriend to be so crazy."
In the corner of his eye, You Shulang's hands on his knees were clenched into fists. The empty cigarette box was picked up again, and he felt around with his fingers, but to no avail, and finally he suddenly clenched it into a ball.
"I... must have been molested." You Shulang said in a trembling voice.
"What?!" Fan Xiao was shocked. "What happened to you? These are not your girlfriends..."
"No." You Shulang looked at Fan Xiao sternly, "I want cigarettes."
Fan Xiao began to rummage through the cigarettes. He had a lot of clothes and many pockets. He rummaged through a few empty pockets and cursed in annoyance.
Finally he found it, put two cigarettes in his mouth at the same time and lit them one by one with a match.
Light smoke rose slowly, Fan Xiao picked one of the cigarettes and put it into You Shulang's mouth.
"What's going on?" he asked.
After two or three puffs of cigarette, You Shulang finally spoke: "I had a dinner party last night. After it ended, I was waiting for the designated driver in the parking lot. My memory of what happened afterwards is not clear. This is what happened when I woke up."
"You were given that drug again?"
This sentence reminded You Shulang of his own embarrassment a few months ago.
From childhood to adulthood, he never showed his embarrassment to others. Even if his teeth were broken inside, he would appear calm and composed. After working, he became more and more comfortable with his work and would not easily put himself in an awkward situation.
However, the only two embarrassing moments in recent times were both seen by Fan Xiao. The first time he was passive, but this time he was active.
Why did they call Fan Xiao? Actually, all the reasons could be attributed to the chaotic brain, but only You Shulang himself knew where the dividing line between chaos and clarity was drawn.
Fan Xiao, this person whom I have just known for half a year, went from being a stranger to a friend in even less time.
He is powerful but not aloof, rational but also eccentric, polite but also polite, sensible but sometimes without boundaries.
It was difficult for You Shulang to let down his guard and trust someone, but it just so happened that Fan Xiao did it.
Where did the change come from? You Shulang once thought about it carefully.
可能是从那句"游主任拿点乔,让那些没眼色的家伙闭上嘴";又或从那杯cui情酒,见过那么狼狈的自己,他没厌恶没离开,待人依旧如初;也可能是从一起胖揍薛宝添开始的,以及夜风中的他附在自己耳边悄声的那句"游主任,今个儿给你出出气".
You Shulang raised his eyes and looked at Fan Xiao, and replied to him: "It shouldn't be. That kind of medicine can only trigger a love affair. I was completely unconscious last night."
When picking up the cigarette, the cigarette butt touched the wound on his lip, and You Shulang frowned.
"Does it hurt?" Fan Xiao pressed down You Shulang's hand as he was about to put the cigarette into his mouth again, and leaned over to touch the bloody wound.
"You…don't…" You Shulang leaned back slightly.
"Don't move, let me take a look." Fan Xiao put his arm around his shoulder and pulled him back, gently touching the wound with his fingers, "Does it hurt?"
"Somewhat."
Fan Xiao's eyebrows twitched, and there was regret in his eyes that he himself was not aware of.
"Is this...bitten?" he asked knowingly.
"..." You Shulang lowered his eyelashes and was silent for a while before he said lightly, "It should be."
Fan Xiao looked down and looked at the mottled kiss marks on the man's neck: "Is there any more inside the clothes?"
You Shulang took a deep puff of cigarette, tilted his head and exhaled, saying, "Yes, he's a pervert."
"It's really abnormal." Fan Xiao agreed, "Others..."
You Shulang shook his head quickly: "It was just obscene, nothing else."
"Who do you think it will be?"
"have no idea."
"Has anyone ever expressed this idea to you?"
You Shulang set his eyes on Fan Xiao. He smiled stiffly and said while smoking, "Except for you, I am surrounded by serious people."
Fan Xiao's fingertips moved, and then his face showed some annoyance: "I'm talking to you seriously, and you still have the leisure to joke."
You Shulang flicked the cigarette butt out of the window and took the clothes that Fan Xiao brought: "My mind is very confused now, and I don't have any clues."
He suddenly took off his clothes in front of Fan Xiao, revealing red marks all over his body.
The marks were not clearly visible last night, but now they looked horrifying, especially the chest, which was swollen, red and purple, with overlapping kiss marks.
Fan Xiao sighed softly, feeling truly regretful.
Be gentler next time, he thought subconsciously.
However, this repentant man, while feeling guilty, reacted.
He looked away like a gentleman, and waited until You Shulang put on his turtleneck before calming himself down and asking, "Do you think this person is a man or a woman?"
You Shulang paused, and the image of the woman who had repeatedly forced him to drink during the dinner last night appeared in his mind.
He felt a warmth on his shoulder and a hand was placed on him. Fan Xiao's expression became more serious than ever before.
"Shu Lang, I will definitely help you find this pervert. You must avenge yourself!"