Chapter 7 - Memories [End]

The car was parked downstairs in a high-rise apartment building. Jiang Kezhou had a particularly serious adverse reaction to the anesthesia, and he is still depressed until now. Yan Zhixing is a saw-mouthed gourd, his mouth is very strict, Jiang Kezhou knew that it was a question of nothing, so he simply shut up and pretended to be dead, and let him bring himself into the house. Anyway, no matter what they are going to do, it will never be worse than going into a kind of selling himself.

　　Yan Zhixing was familiar with this apartment, but did not go in. He just stood by the door and told Jiang Kezhou: "This house belongs to President Ye. You can take a bath and rest first. Don't mess around with things, don't enter the master bedroom, don't go out without permission—— There is a camera at the door, I will call people to pay attention to you."

　　Jiang Kezhou nodded and cooperated very smoothly.

　　Yan Zhixing said again: "I will come back later."

　　"Don't bother," Jiang Kezhou said, "You saved me, and I am very grateful. I will leave when I recover tomorrow. Thank Mr. Ye for me. "

　　Yan Zhixing weighed it up, and felt that it was better not to tell him the truth. He nodded, and said businessly, "Then I'll go first."

　　Jiang Kezhou took a bath and wrapped up a bathrobe without changing his clothes. He saw that the guest room was very tidy, and he was embarrassed to go up and roll, so he lay down on the sofa in the living room. The length of the sofa is limited, but fortunately it is wide enough. Jiang Kezhou was tired day after day, was beaten with narcotics, and fell asleep so fast.

　　In the evening, as soon as Ye Zheng entered the door, he saw Jiang Kezhou sleeping unconscious on the sofa, his long legs curled up, his hands on his cheeks, and mottled purple scars on his wrists. He heard Yan Zhixing talk about the event on the way back, and gave Yan Zhixing a funny look. The other party immediately asked knowingly: "Wake him up?"

　　"No." Ye Zheng took off his suit and draped it on the back of the chair, and said leisurely. "He have to die sooner or later, let him die later."

　　Yan Zhixing has never tried to understand his boss's brain circuits on such matters, and only needs to be quiet like a chicken. He took out a few pages of printing paper from his briefcase and put them on the coffee table: "This is the contract you want."

　　Ye Zheng sat down on the opposite sofa and raised his chin: "You can get off work."

　　Perhaps because of lack of security, he still felt scared in his subconscious. Jiang Kezhou heard voices and footsteps dimly, and his nerves suddenly tense. As soon as Yan Zhixing walked on his front foot, he sat up on his hind foot, and almost fell off the sofa when he moved too hard, and also surprised Ye Zheng on the opposite side.

　　"It's a surprise." Ye Zheng drew a paper towel to dry the water on the coffee table. Seeing Jiang Kezhou staring at him like a ghost, he raised his long eyebrows, "Why, it's only a few hours. Do you know me?"

　　"No...no," Jiang Kezhou rubbed his temples suddenly, and didn't know how to speak for a while, "Mr. Ye..."

　　Ye Zheng poured a glass of water and pushed it to him: "Drink. "

　　Jiang Kezhou held the cup and let out a sigh of relief: "I...thank you for saving me, thank you."

　　A smile flashed across Ye Zheng's face, and he did not respond to his gratitude. The two sides were relatively quiet, and the atmosphere was almost stagnant. Jiang Kezhou knew that he should say something more, and continued to thank or show his determination. But since he was a child, he has been alone, and he firmly believes that it is better to ask for himself. Suddenly receiving such a favor from Ye Zheng, he was a little at a loss and didn't know how to continue the topic for a while.

　　Ye Zheng noticed his dodging gaze, and he found it more interesting. He was too lazy to pretend to be a big-tailed wolf, pointed to the contract on the coffee table, and said straightforwardly: "I'm not doing charity. You can look at the contract and sign it if there is no problem. If you don't want to, just assume that this hasn't happened today. You can go"

　　Jiang Kezhou did not understand what he meant, and promised "OK" to take the contract. After reading a few pages, the color on his face suddenly changed. He raised his head to stare at Ye Zheng, and grabbed the page with his fingers. Shaking constantly: "What do you mean?!"

　　Ye Zheng smiled and said, "Literally."

　　The contract was in duplicate, in black and white, with several terms listed on it.

　　Article 1. Party A, Ye Zheng, bought Party B Jiang Kezhou at a price of RMB 1.8 million from Xijing Jiasou. In return, Party B will become Party A’s lover since the effective date of the contract and establish a relationship.

　　Article 2. The contract stipulates that the maintenance period is five years, and the maintenance cost is calculated at 300,000 yuan per year.

　　Article 3. During the contractual period, the dependents shall not disclose their relationship, do not derail, and shall not voluntarily terminate the contract except in special circumstances (such as death, disability, etc.).

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　　Article 9. The custodian has the right to terminate the contract at any time. Once the contract is terminated, the fee will be settled according to the year of the day, and the balance will not be refunded or made up.

　　Jiang Kezhou grew from being poor to being big, and the money counted over 100,000 has no practical meaning to him. He was dazzled by the string of 100,000 million figures, and he knew for the first time that a living person could also charge the price by two and clearly mark the price.

　　The 600,000 gambling debt doubled, and the price was so high that he was a little flattered.

　　But he is an individual. He works hard every day to make money, no matter how hard his life, he still has to survive, not to be an commodity at the mercy of others.

　　Just because you cast the wrong fetus, you deserve to be stuck in the mud all your life and can't get up?

　　With countless questions circling in Jiang Kezhou's mind, he opened his mouth, but he didn't know which one to ask first.

　　"Don't worry, you can think slowly." Ye Zheng said.

　　"Why?" He raised his eyes blankly, with a little bit of begging in his eyes, almost unbearable: "Why... has to be like this?"

　　"Personal hobby." Ye Zheng said indifferently, "Your look in my eyes is exactly my liking. I really like this look. Frankly speaking, there is only this point in your whole body that can barely get my eyes. Otherwise, you think I'm willing to buy people directly from the bastard with the surname Sun? In that place, it is useless to try to fish you out to find the police. You can only follow the rules of the A party, understand?"

　　The problem that order cannot be solved has to rely on money to open the way.

　　"I just said that I am not doing charity. This is my way to rescue you. You can sign if you accept it; if you don't want to..." He stopped talking, and he didn't need to say the next consequences. Jiang Kezhou naturally understood.

　　Ye Zheng took a paper bag from the porch cabinet and handed it to Jiang Kezhou: "Your belongings that fell in Jiasuo. Think about what I said."

　　After speaking, he left Jiang Kezhou in the living room, rolled up his sleeves and walked to the second floor.

　　Jiang Kezhou sat on the sofa in a daze, and had never so personally comprehended what "good luck and tricking others" means. In the morning, he was tied up to collect debts in a smoky old house, but now he is sitting in an apartment where he may not be able to afford a square meter after working for a few years to read the maintenance contract. However, the environment is very different, and the situation he faces is almost exactly the same.

　　Involuntarily, there is no way to go.

　　Ye Zheng was on the second floor, and the door was only a few meters away from him. If he grab the door now, what is the chance of escape?

　　However, this thought only flashed through his mind, and before he had time to read, the phone in the bag suddenly rang.

　　Caller ID shows "uncle".

　　"Hey, Xiao Zhou?"

　　"Uncle, it's me." Jiang Kezhou took a deep breath, cleared his throat, and tried his best to make his own voice indistinguishable. "What's wrong?"

　　"Xiao Zhou," Wang Yi paused for a few seconds. He was hesitating and tentatively asking, "Are you okay? Where are you now? How is your…. dad?"

　　Jiang Kezhou's words were struck lightly in his heart, and he suddenly think of a missing detail.

　　The person who called him and asked him to come back was not Jiang Hongwei, but Wang Yi. So does Wang Yi know that those people intend to sell him to repay Jiang Hongwei's debt?

　　This conjecture was so terrible that it even made him fight a cold war in a room with a good temperature.

　　"It's okay, we are all okay, don't worry," Jiang Kezhou's tone was relaxed, and even smiled, "The boss looked fierce, but it is not unreasonable. He said that those are all just scaring people." "Yes, the school knows that they will call the police. Don’t worry, it’s okay."

"Okay. I’ll just say how dare they take you...cough cough, hey, uncle is afraid that you can’t handle it as a child, I will call you to ask."

　　"Well," Jiang Kezhou closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Thank you, uncle. Go ahead, I'll...hang up first."

　　He still remembers that in the second year of high school, he ran out of ammunition and food and never had money to eat. He wandered the street hungryly at noon, worrying about how to spend the two days left this week. Suddenly someone stopped him from behind, stared at him for a long time, and then asked suspiciously: "Are you... Jiang Kezhou?"

　　Wang Yi was the only remaining relative on his mother's side. They only met once at the funeral. He didn't expect to meet on the street suddenly.

　　Wang Yi asked him about his current situation, and knew that he had moved out of the house to live alone. He was sympathetic to the difficulty of life as a child, and forced him a hundred dollars to "eat some good nutrition."

　　The one hundred dollars relieved his urgent need and prevented him from fainting in the street alive and hungry. Jiang Kezhou firmly remembered this kindness, and after he had enough money in his hands when he was admitted to the university, he saved five hundred Yuan and sent it to Wang Yi.

　　He remembered his friendship for many years and gave his trust wholeheartedly. Even if they are clear and wise to stay out of the situation in times of crisis, it is not too difficult to give a reminder.

　　But no.

　　He didn't know when Ye Zheng stood on the stairs and looked down at him. Jiang Kezhou sat in the living room at his feet, his originally straight and thin back buckled down, as if he was suddenly overwhelmed by this desolate and sad fate.

　　He was about to give up struggling.

　　Ye Zheng walked down the stairs, came to him, and asked quietly, "Have you considered it clearly?"

　　Jiang Kezhou lowered his head slumpingly, without the strength to speak, shaking his hands, taking the contract, and signing the last page.

　　Ye Zheng reached out and took him into his arms, smiling with satisfaction: "That's right, good."

　　Ye Zheng gave him less than a day to recuperate, and brought Jiang Kezhou the night after signing the contract. Up the bed.

　　Jiang Kezhou hadn't fully accepted the change of status. He had no experience and he passively prepared according to Ye Zheng's instructions, like a stiff string puppet.

　　The light in the bedroom is bright. Standing in front of Ye Zheng wearing a bathrobe, Jiang Kezhou turned his head uncomfortably as he looked up and down with a non-explicit but playful gaze.

　　Ye Zheng stretched out his hand to turn off the ceiling lamp, leaving only a bedside lamp, and said faintly: "Take it off."

　　As he said before, this person is a natural evil. There is no shortage of people around him, but he has to do it. Jiang Kezhou was unwilling to take off his bathrobe. The more embarrassed Jiang Kezhou was, the more Ye Zheng wanted to bully him. He want to see his flushed face and forbearance, shameful but obedient, he want to see that pale and plain face stained with love, desire, tears, weeping, and every expression of loss of consciousness.

　　The moment the voice fell, Jiang Kezhou froze. After being still for a while, he gritted his teeth, reached out and untied the belt of the bathrobe, took it off and hung it on the hanger nearby.

　　This was just a subconscious action. For some reason, Ye Zheng suddenly wanted to laugh.

　　Other people will definitely let the bathrobe fall on the ground at this time, no matter whether it is dirty or not, what he wants is the kind of inviting hint. But Jiang Kezhou suddenly came out like this. How should he put it? He usually looks very clever, but he is a bit stupid in small details, and suddenly destroys the half-revealed atmosphere.

　　Ye Zheng stood up and took off the last piece of clothing for him. Not surprisingly, he saw him showing a panic expression. Obviously, the whole body was about to explode, but he stood still and did not dare to move.

　　Ye Zheng pulled him to sit down on the edge of the bed, leaned over and breathed in his ear, and whispered: "Before going to my bed, remember a few rules."

　　"First, don't ask for a kiss. Second, don't talk back. Third, when I’m away, you’re not allowed to go out and mess with others.” He slowly rubbed Jiang Kezhou’s lower lip with his thumb, and with the other hand down, he slapped Jiang Kezhou’s legs with care and attention: "Remember?"

　　Before that, although Jiang Kezhou desperately built himself up, these things seemed to him after all. And since Ye Zheng set the rules for him, he seemed to finally understand his identity in this transaction-in front of Ye Zheng, he was a bed partner and a plaything, he could only open his body to Ye Zheng, but did not have qualifications to say "No".

　　He thought in a daze: What did I do wrong?

　　Ye Zheng hooked his chin, seemingly smiling: "Is this wronged? The eye circles are red."

　　Jiang Kezhou blinked in panic trying to conceal his tears. He turned his head slightly, unwilling to be too gaffe in front of Ye Zheng. He said: "I remembered."

　　He didn't know that his appearance would make Ye Zheng angry more easily than crying.

　　"That's good."

　　Ye Zheng sneered, and pushed Jiang Kezhou down, bullying him.