Man, you're my man (Zhanyi)

Chapter 7

Yibo was dazed and almost suffocated by zhan's kissers. He knew that he couldn't resist zhan's excessive touch, but he also couldn't ignore his stare. The call wasn't over, so yibo dared not to take any reckless action. He went in a trance for a while, then gritted his teeth and intermittently squeezed out a few words "let....me go..."

Zhan was stunned "you....you promised ?" Tears flickered in his red eyes for the first time. He really wanted to cry loudly. Yibo were in a daze but kept staring at the side "mobile....mobile phone! Hang up now!" Zhan grabbed the mobile phone, slid to hung up and threw it into the drawer. He beamed at yibo with happiness that he had begged for cautiously in his eyes

Yibo breathed a sigh of relief at once. He got relaxed and finally came to his senses, but he didn't want to see zhan's face, so he turned his head away awkwardly and struggled. Zhan immediately got up and took half a step back. After putting on his own clothes, with a smiling face, he quickly helped to tidy up yibo's clothes that was messed up by him. Accidentally, Zhan touched yibo hands that were dragging his waist band. They both paused

Zhan withdrew his hand away and looked at yibo carefully. But yibo lowered his head without saying a word. After a while pretending nothing had happened. Yibo didn't refuse zhan's help and continue to tidy up his clothes. His white shirt had seven or eight white buttons originally, but only two of them were left at this moment and the collar could hardly cover the deep hickeys on his neck

Yibo but his lips with anger and thought it must be disgraceful to go out with this look. Zhan, the culprit, seized the opportunity, quickly took off his suit and directly wrapped yibo in it. Then he carried yibo in his arms and turned to leave. Yibo screamed in shock "what are you doing?" Zhan smiled and hugged him tighter "take it easy, I'll do nothing. I just want to take you home"

Yibo struggled to get down with a cold face "let me go. I don't need you to take me home" he would rather die than let others see him going out and being carried in a man arms. Zhan didn't dare to force him but also didn't want to put him down and let him go. He thought for a while, then suddenly picked up his cell phone and made a call

A few minutes later, the company's serial Bluetooth broadcast suddenly announced a notice of the emergency meeting that all employees regardless of rank had to attend the meeting in the conference room on the 13th floor. Yibo immediately understood why zhan made a call just now. He asked all the staffs to go to the meeting in the 13th floor so that no one would see them

Yibo's didn't expect that the playful boy who was once obove board and brave would now become an expert in playing these sanctimonious tricks and abusing his authority for personal gain. Damn it, people always changed. Yibo cursed bitterly in his heart and then closed his eyes helplessly

Five minutes later, he was held by zhan and took the private elevator down to the parking lot. Both of them were silent on the way. Yibo continued to pretend to sleep, while Zhan peeped at him from time to time driving with a helpless and bitter smile on his face. Until the car stopped, yibo opened his eyes and met with zhan's peeping eyes by surprise . Both of them were stunned but looked at each other in silence

Yibo was in pain both physically and mentally as if he was stabbed by a knife. He looked away first as usual, reached out to push the door open and got with difficulty. Zhan quickly followed him. The pain in his body made yibo gasp but he still kept silent and walked to the door on his own with an awkward portion. Zhan sighed helplessly, held him by his waist and followed him step by step forward

Yibo took out the key, opened the door, walked in, turned and close the door. Zhan stood silently and until yibo was about to close the door, he suddenly put his hand in the gap between the door and the frame. With a "bang" his hand were nipped and his face twisted because of the huge pain at that time