The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

Ji Han looked a little absent-minded. He looked towards the second floor frequently while drinking, and finally got away from the crowd on the excuse of going to the toilet.

The second floor of this place is not open to the public, so there is no one at all now, and the corridor is as silent as death.

For some reason, Ji Han felt more and more uneasy as he walked inside.

Sure enough, I saw a figure moving slowly around the corner.

The boy's face was flushed and his clothes were messed up. He held the wall and moved forward inch by inch with difficulty.

Her eyes were blurry and had no focus, and it was clearly the state of being loved by another man.

Ji Han gritted his teeth and wished he could chop the culprit's two ounces of meat into mincemeat. Seeing the young man's painful appearance, he felt angry and distressed. He simply picked up the young man and carried him straight to the underground garage.

After hugging him, he discovered that the boy's body temperature was extremely high, his face was red, and he obviously had a high fever.

You don't even have to think twice to know which bastard did it.

Before Ji Han had time to settle the score with that beast, the culprit shamelessly ran up to him.

Ji Han's eyes were about to burst into flames: "Stay away from Xiaojiu."

Fu Yanhan stood there blocking the two people's path, his body unmoved, and he smiled coldly.

"I am you, you are me, there is nothing to argue about."

"Xiaojiu cannot belong to any one person alone, but belongs to us."

Ji Han looked at the man opposite him with a cold expression: "Madman."

Although he said he didn't believe it, he could feel a strange and familiar wave coming from the other party in his heart.

Fu Yan smiled coldly, his pupils emitting a machine-like cold blue light.

"Whether you believe it or not, remember, don't let Xiaojiu touch that ancient painting."

"Unless you want Xiaojiu to leave you completely."

Ji Han still looked defensive, but he kept these words in his heart.

Because he had the same premonition before, he had hidden the ancient painting in a secret place since Xiaojiu came to him.

That kind of premonition came out of nowhere, but it made people unable to stop feeling fear.

Ji Han came back to his senses and said sternly: "Go away, Xiaojiu has a fever. You are still a doctor. I wonder if that thing that is not cleaned will give Xiaojiu a fever?"

He could feel the stickiness on his hands through his pants, and the anger and jealousy made the man's eyes so red that he was about to shed dark tears of blood.

The person opposite was obviously stunned, and his handsome face was a little at a loss, but he still looked like he didn't know what to do.

Ji Han expressionlessly pushed the stunned person away and got into the car with the unconscious person in his arms.

……

Song Jiu opened his eyes and saw a large expanse of white on the ceiling.

Then, his eyes fell on the man who had been guarding the bed.

Seeing that Ren'er woke up, Ji Han raised his hand and touched his forehead. Fortunately, his body temperature returned to normal. He asked worriedly: "Is there anything else that doesn't feel right?"

Song Jiu shook his head subconsciously, trying to reply with a comforting smile, but suddenly something unbearable happened in his mind, and his lips suddenly turned white.

The clothes on his body were changed into the uniform blue and white hospital clothes, so the men could see the marks on his skin.

There was a layer of mist in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I...I'm sorry."

Ji Han sighed and gently wiped the water droplets from the corners of the young man's eyes with his fingertips.

"It's not your fault, don't blame yourself."

Although this matter was a bit out of common sense, Ji Han had to admit what Fu Yanhan said last night.

When he learned that his sweetheart was possessed by someone else, the man was angry at first. After calming down, he was surprised to find that he actually did not reject Fu Yanhan's existence.

The two had a fight last night, and they were more or less stained. After fighting for a long time, they couldn't tell the difference.

Fu Yanhan touched the bruise at the corner of his mouth and hissed: "I don't believe you don't have the same feeling. We are the same person."

It's so ridiculous to say that.

However, Ji Han could really feel the similar fluctuations in their souls.

Strange but familiar.

It's like they are different incarnations of the same person.

Song Jiu felt that the relationship between the three of them, oh no, the four souls, was a bit confusing. The two men seemed to have reached some kind of common agreement and acquiesced in each other's existence.

But this was fine, as it didn't embarrass him. Song Jiu couldn't tell who he liked, or whether he liked them all.

Sometimes he felt guilty, how could he be so carefree and greedy, wanting all three?

The two men seemed to be aware of Ren'er's hesitation, and lined up one by one to comfort him not to think too much.

As time went by, Song Jiu gradually accepted the chaotic relationship between them, but there was one thing he really couldn't stand.

No matter how much he begs for mercy in bed, it won't work. Once he gets out of bed, he will listen to everything he says and dote on him like a little ancestor.

It was a disaster to deal with three souls, two of which were extremely possessive and pestered him for demands every day.

It seems like there is endless energy.

Song Jiu couldn't get off the ground five out of seven days a week, and his legs became weak as soon as they touched the ground.

He suspected that men had some problem in this area, so he searched online forums.

My eyes stopped at a post titled 'What's wrong with my boyfriend?'

My fingers clicked involuntarily.

The poster said that he and his boyfriend have been dating for two years. After the relationship was established, his boyfriend was inseparable in the first few weeks and wanted to hang on to him. But now he has not been with him for a week. He wanted to seek help from netizens.

Netizens in the comment area had some doubts about whether their boyfriend had cheated on her. The author immediately retorted that her boyfriend loved him very much and would report it every day, so it was absolutely impossible for him to cheat on her.

Song Jiu moved his finger down slightly and found a high-profile comment with up to 100,000 likes:

'This circle is full of scattered wolves. There are fewer wolves and more meat. One is rare, and a high-quality one is one of the best in a million. The above people are very physically demanding. I do it for love, and it can make me fall apart in one session, so I only do it once a month. '

The person who posted this comment seems to have a lot of experience in this area.

Song Jiu hesitantly posted a few words under this comment: "We have been together for half a year, and they ask for it almost every day. Do they have any physical diseases?" '

After waiting for a while, a netizen replied: "Um, are you up or down?" '

Song Jiu pursed his lips and typed an answer to the question: 'Xia, what's wrong? '

'I wipe them? Two. '

'Yep. '

'How tall are you, do you have abs, are you handsome, are you big? '

Song Jiu was confused by the series of questions and answered them truthfully: 'They are all above 190, with eight-pack abs, very handsome. '

After a pause, a big word was added.

Netizens were furious: 'You have taken away such a high-quality person, how can we survive? Could it be that I made it up? '

The text is followed by a crying emoticon.

Of course, he wasn't making it up. Song Jiu seemed to recall some beautiful scene, with a nice blush on his fair face.

He shook his head and gave the netizen a negative answer.

Other netizens saw his words and questioned the authenticity of it.

'Don't be serious. I always have different attributes than the person I like. No wonder I'm lonely and helpless. '

'I can't even see the ghost of a 1 here. How can there be so many 1s, let alone such high-quality ones. I don't even make a draft when I lie. '

'190, eight-pack abs, good looks, high-quality conditions, one is already rare, and having two at the same time is crazy. '