"Prostitution?" Le Zhishi's eyes were confused, and then suddenly realized something and waved his hand wildly, "Ah, no..."

He wanted to hug Song Yu when he was anxious, but Song Yu pressed his shoulder and pushed it away, "No hug."

"Why?" Le Zhishi pursed his mouth in dissatisfaction.

Song Yu said seriously: "I am allergic to you."

"You are lying." Le Zhishi wanted to grab his arm, but Song Yu held it back with his backhand, pinched the lower edge of the phone with his other hand, and patted his cheek with his phone.

"Don't change the topic for me when I know you."

"You are rich now, are you? Or am I too cheap?"

"You're not cheap!" Le Zhishi went to grab Song Yu in panic, and accidentally pulled off Song Yu's bathrobe, revealing most of his shoulders, and there were scratches on it.

Song Yu lowered his head and glanced at him again, stared at him, and said in a deep voice: "Why, I haven't had enough prostitution?"

Le Zhishi was choked by this sentence and coughed suddenly. From his chest to his cheeks, he finally got over the air, but Song Yu pressed his shoulders and pressed them down, and fell on the soft and fluffy pillow, but he didn't kiss him.

The aftershave water emitted a very light scent, mixed with the aroma of sandalwood and citrus. It was a very common smell, but it smelled nicely on Song Yu's skin. His eyes slowly glanced at Le Zhishi's face, sending a red flag.

"How many times do you have enough money?" Song Yu's fingers went down the bridge of Le Zhishi's nose, and gently fiddled with Le Zhishi's slightly swollen lips twice, covering it with a faint layer of water. "Four times?"

"The lips hurt a little." Le Zhishi hummed softly, hiding from Song Yu's fingers.

"Who is it blame?" Song Yu's fingers poked the corner of his soft mouth. Sometimes when he smiled, a shallow vortex would sink here.

Le Zhishi was speechless. It was indeed because he had been pestering himself to kiss him, and he would kiss him as long as he had done it. He might be different from others and needed to be hugged or kissed. The more he was at that time, the more he needed to verify his intimate behavior, and it would be best not to stop for a moment.

"Le Zhishi, don't go to find the fabric in the afternoon." Song Yu's hand did not stop, and continued to move down, holding Le Zhishi's neck, rubbing the crimson mark on his skin with his fingertips. "Today I will spend the rest at one time, and I won't have to do it in the future."

Le Zhishi immediately shook his head and tried hard to get up. He wanted to kiss him but was avoided. He could only stress aggrievedly, "No, no."

Song Yu raised his eyebrows and said deliberately: "It's still important to find fabric?"

Le Zhishi lowered his eyes, and the Adam's apple rolled up and down uncomfortably, and squeezed out another answer, "No, I mean... I need to have a future." His hand stretched out from one side of the quilt, and as soon as he put it on Song Yu's yukata tie, he was grabbed by his wrist.

"Look at how you are." Song Yu glanced at him and put his hand back into the quilt, "Be honest."

"You said yesterday that I was good, but today I felt that I was not honest." Le Zhishi coughed twice and retracted into the quilt, "Song Yu, you are really fierce."

Song Yu stood up, tidied up his bathrobe from a high place, looked down at him and said, "I'll tie you up again."

Le Zhishi shut up, but after two seconds he stretched out his arm, just like a child raising his hand to the teacher, "The last sentence, the money I gave was the room fee, and I asked me to pay the first day."

Song Yu turned around and said calmly: "I've got the rope."

"Hey hey hey, no, can't I stop talking..."

When he got out of bed and washed up, Le Zhishi realized that his legs were trembling. He walked two steps and squatted down. He even sat on the carpet without saying anything or saying anything. Song Yu had originally confirmed the email in front of the computer, glanced at Le Zhishi's back sitting on the ground, and then came over and asked him what was wrong.

"It hurts a little..." Le Zhishi's ears turned red, and he hugged his little belly, and his face slightly wrinkled.

"Where does it hurt?" Song Yu picked him up from the ground, walked his arm through his knees, and headed towards the bathroom.

"...I feel a little hurt everywhere." Le Zhishi touched his chest, "Hit, his stomach, his legs, and..." He cleared his throat and fooled him.

"I've given you medicine, so there shouldn't be much problem." Song Yu put him in front of the sink and asked him to stand still.

Le Zhishi only saw the water cup that had been placed, with a toothbrush with toothpaste squeezed on it. He turned his head and looked at Song Yu, "Why are you so good?"

Song Yu turned his face unnaturally, "It's just a good time."

When she heard Le Zhishi's voice was a little hoarse, Song Yu reached out and touched Le Zhishi's lower abdomen very lightly.

The person involved did not think that this action was anything. Instead, he suddenly found that one of his slippers fell off when they were picked up, so he simply stretched out his feet and stepped on Song Yu's cotton to drag it, so Song Yu couldn't walk away.

"I've done it too much." Song Yu's voice was very low, and it sounded much softer than just now.

But Le Zhishi didn't mind. He put his hand on Song Yu's hand and said vaguely while brushing his teeth: "It's okay, my vitality is very tenacious."

No matter how you hear this, it wasn't right. Song Yu didn't say anything, letting him step on it, looking at Le Zhishi in the mirror, there was a small kiss mark on the skin behind his ears, which was faintly visible between his hair.

The hotel's meal delivery service was pretty good. Song Yu ordered some light porridge and desserts that Lezhishi could eat, as well as a large fruit platter.

Le Zhishi was physically weak and very hungry. After drinking a large bowl of hot porridge, he felt much more comfortable all over.

But it's really light, too light.

He pointed to the rain outside the window. His tone was different from usual, a little hoarse, as if he had grown a lot from a child, but his words were still very childish, "We should eat hot pot in this kind of weather."

Song Yu forked an apple cut into the shape of a rabbit and blocked his mouth.

At 1:30 in the afternoon, the rain was a little lighter, but the wind was very strong. Song Yu put his turtleneck sweater on him in the name of preventing Le Zhishi from catching a cold throat and causing asthma, tidying up his collar and covering up all the visible traces.

After leaving the hotel, the car that had been applauded in advance was parked in front of the revolving door of the Financial Building. Song Yu half held Le Zhishi in his arms and took him into the car with an umbrella.

The address of the fabric dealer is not far away. The driver is a young man and said that the address is their largest and most international fabric wholesale market.

When he was international, he took a few glances at Le Zhishi's face from the rearview mirror. Le Zhishi and Song Yu wore a pair of Bluetooth headphones, looking down at his phone next to him. The wipers swept around the windshield, and Song Yu was a little annoyed.

"Little handsome guy, are you a mixed-race or a foreigner?" He finally asked.

Le Zhishi raised his head, but didn't hear the other party well, and was about to take off one of his headphones, but Song Yu held his hand down. Seeing him with a cold look, "Chinese and British mixed-race."

The other party nodded repeatedly, and took advantage of Le Zhishi's head to look at it again, "Oh, no wonder he looks so beautiful, his eyelashes are even better than girls..."

"The light is green." Song Yu cut off his words, as cold as a robot that broadcasts voice. "Traffic accidents occur frequently on rainy days, so please concentrate on driving."

Le Zhishi lowered his head without knowing anything and continued to read the comic series. After a few seconds, he felt Song Yu hold his hand and let go. Le Zhishi took the initiative to grab it and prevent him from leaving. While reading the comic, he pinched his knuckles.

"You are not afraid of looking at your eyes badly." Despite the reproachful intention, Song Yu's voice became much gentler when he spoke to him.

Le Zhishi didn't raise his head and clicked on the next page, "No, this is a monthly update, and it can only be watched once a month."

It was not a brain circuit at all. Song Yu looked out the window, and the driver was not catching up, and the carriage was much quieter. Not long after, they arrived at the wholesale market. Le Zhishi politely said thank you before closing the door, and then hid under Song Yu's umbrella.

This place consists of many buildings with a large area and contains many fabric shops. Song Yu took the address information given by Le Zhishi and quickly took him to find the fabric shop.

The fabric dealer has the largest area on the same floor, with spacious space, and many rows of shelves are set up inside, full of various fabrics. Generally speaking, they are classified according to color. Each grid has labels with the name of the fabric, production location and price, which are dazzling and regular.

"Do you feel like you're in heaven?" Le Zhishi attempted to interview a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder, but Song Yu was not very interested in it and walked directly to the clerk who looked most like a manager.

"Hello, I want to buy a fabric." Song Yu was straight to the point, with no expression on his face.

The other party was a middle-aged woman of a big age. After a quick look at Song Yu, he saw that he was wearing a retro hemp gray Chesterfield coat. The clothes were very long and black turtleneck cashmere sweaters inside. They were all of them with good texture. The whole set was expensive. These people who were mixed in fabric making and processing were the best at reading the dishes. If you scan your outfit, you will have a clear idea in your heart.

She greeted her smile: "Hello, hello, I am the supervisor here, my surname is Chen. Which kind do you want? My family is the largest supplier here, and many big bosses come here to talk to us about fabric customization." She turned her face and pointed to these endless shelves, "This is a small part, and there are many warehouses."

Song Yu looked back at Lezhishi, and Lezhishi immediately happily reported the name of the fabric, "Hello, Manager Chen, we have called and contacted him before and said that this model was discontinued. Do you have any inventory here?"

Manager Chen used an iPad to check it out and found that this fabric showed a small amount of stock, but it could not be retrieved. "Wait a minute, I'll contact the warehouse, there is no such model in the storefront."

Song Yu nodded slightly, put his hands in his coat pocket, and stood calmly. Le Zhishi looked at the nearby fabric, touched it with his hands, and recorded it with his cell phone. Then he ran back and pulled Song Yu's sleeves, "That blue-gray silk is also very good, you can make a skirt designed by Xiaoqi and the others."

Song Yu glanced at him and said lightly: "You are not short of money, you don't need to report to me."

Le Zhishi suddenly bulged his mouth and wrinkled his nose, "I don't have money."

Song Yu held his cell phone with his slender fingers, showed him the transfer record of the WeChat interface, and asked back: "Is that true?"

He didn't accept it or return it, and just hung it in the middle. Le Zhishi complained in his heart that this person did this way, and he could fish more than a cat.

"I'm very poor." Le Zhishi whispered, "Two thousand times are too expensive, I can't afford to play with it."

Song Yu keenly captured his wording and raised his eyebrows, "Who plays with whom?"

Before Le Zhishi could explain, another clerk walked up to him. It was a young girl. She was standing not far away just now. She also knew the fabric Le Zhishi and the others were looking for. She brought some similar materials over and greeted them politely, asking them to see if these could be replaced.

Le Zhishi put the fabric under the light and carefully observed it. He took a photo and posted it to the group. He also took a magnifying glass handed by the young clerk to observe the thread texture.

Like the results obtained by everyone in the group, Le Zhishi also felt that these models could not be used as substitutes. They lacked the sparkling texture and did not add too much textured silver wire.

"Thank you." Le Zhishi handed the thing back and stood back to Song Yu.

The clerk said no thanks, and looked at the fabric with his arms, his eyes fell on Song Yu. He hesitated for a moment and couldn't help asking, "Did you look at the materials specifically?"

Le Zhishi suddenly felt something was wrong, and it seemed that they had mistaken Song Yu for a representative of the manufacturer. He took a look and felt that Song Yu was dressed very business-oriented, and except for his face being too young, he seemed to be easily misunderstood.

Song Yu did not answer, and the clerk was not too embarrassed. He turned to Le Zhishi again and asked him with a smile: "Are you an assistant? Or a secretary? I feel that you look so young, maybe even younger than me."

"Ah...I, I actually..." After being misunderstood, Le Zhishi wanted to explain, but Song Yu suddenly laughed, attracting his attention.

He seemed to have shown considerable interest in the setting of the young general manager and the young secretary.

"We are not in this relationship." Le Zhishi tried to explain, but Song Yu calmly intercepted his words: "He is quite small."

The clerk looked clear. Le Zhishi happened to catch her inquiries about other fabrics, and chose some, and decided to purchase them directly.

"Generally speaking, we do not accept orders within 500 meters." The clerk looked at Song Yu, "If you think the sample is effective when you take it back, you also hope to take care of our business."

He was afraid he couldn't take care of it anymore. Le Zhishi thought to himself that he had a capitalist face, but he was actually a stone picker.

After buying a lot of money, Le Zhishi felt that the public funds he brought were no longer squandered enough. He asked the clerk for discounts in a coquettish tone, but was stopped by Song Yu.

"I'll make up for the more."

Le Zhishi was not very happy when he was fleece from his boyfriend, but his attention was attracted by another board in the clerk's hand. He wore some velvet fabric on it, which were cut into ribbons three fingers wide and one meter long, with different colors.

"Is this?"

"Oh, this is our new product, a kind of velvet satin feels very good. Many high-end lines of famous women's clothing come to us to order this one." The clerk took out a black one and handed it to Le Zhishi, "If you touch it, it feels very good and will not turn white."

"Really, it's very soft and comfortable."
To be continued...