\"Where are you now?\" Hearing Michael\'s anxious and flustered voice, David felt a little relieved, \"I\'m okay.\" \"I\'m asking you where the hell are you?\" \"I\'m here in the rental house.\" Hearing Michael\'s angry tone instantly brought him back to reality. What he said next revealed a that he was aware of what was happening, and the gravity of the situation. \"Don\'t give them what they want, just wait there.\" While David was hiding in the bathroom. Police were in the house, knocking on the bathroom door. \"Quit harassing my artist, or I\'ll file a complaint with the Bureau.\" Sure enough, when he arrived at the station, the chief of the police station came to meet him personally. Michael didn\'t beat around the bush. \"I\'ve brought your people. You can check what you want, but the result must be genuine.\" \"No problem, Sir.\" The chief of police laughed as though it had all been a misunderstanding. Wi
When Michael came downstairs, David had fallen asleep on the sofa in the living room. At the moment, David was like a hedgehog with his quills gathered to himself, looking gentle and quiet. For a time, Michael was in a trance. By the time he had realized it, he found himself sitting, legs folded, beside David. David had a habit of grasping things in his hands when he was sleeping. When they were together, he would either clutch at his pajamas or his arms. Sometimes Michael didn\'t change position all night, and he’d wake up stiff, all because David was lying on his chest. David was soft and seductive, murmuring sweet and boring little words of love. Once, his arm was wounded, and as David would hold onto it at night, the scab had been prematurely rubbed off, and there was fresh blood. When he’d woken up in the morning, David was crying. \"Mike, I didn\'t mean to...\" \"I’m so sorry...\" That morning, David said \"I\'m sor
\"You idiot!” Ivan Sheng was furious. As soon as he arrived, he proceeded to beat his son up. He had thrown him across the living room. Glaring at his son, he slammed a stack of photos on him. \"If you don\'t want Yingda to be destroyed,” he warned in a booming voice, “stay away from him. Otherwise, don\'t blame me for disinheriting you. You’re not my only son!\" Broken porcelain cracked under the soles of his shoes as he paced about. \"Ah, my brother from another mother.” Against his father, he could only fight back with words. His main weapon was sarcasm. “Let’s meet him then, shall we?” Ivan Sheng was not a family man. He has shown over and over that family--both of his legal family, and his illicit one--only come second. His business is his main priority. Michael taunted him further. “Do you think he can handle it though? Should I resign as President, and turn everything over to him?” Mr. Sheng\'s face turned red. Grasping his son by the collar
If Michael had resisted at this time, even with just a look in his eyes, David would have certainly gotten off of him. But Michael wanted it too, and wanted it even more than he did. When Michael was being violent with him, it felt like physical torture. But now that he was gentle and loving, it was mental torture. Michael was on his knees, using his mouth on him. He wanted--begged--David to call him by their old term of endearment, “Baby.” David refused. But the more he resisted, the more fire Michael persisted. Michael wanted to win him back, and in a way, he was winning. David saw that Michael was actually afraid to hurt him, and he thoroughly enjoyed it. David liked this Michael better than the cruel, dominant one. Was he being gentle because of David’s injury? Or was it because he wanted David to have a good time? Who knows? They went at it till midnight. David woke up before sunrise. Before leaving, David stood by the bed an
David had just left the crew of “Ferry,” and a huge wave of photos came up. Soon, the most popular search term was “David Yu visits ‘Ferry’ cast and crew.” Director Ji himself posted two pictures on social media. The first is a group photo with David when he won awards for the film “Emperor” years ago, and the other is a group photo on the set of Ferry. The attachment reads, \"Don\'t forget the past. Don\'t be afraid of rumors. The future is promising.\" The seasoned director is was still under the banner of Galaxy. His posts was obviously meant to throw shade at Sam Wen, and could be seen as an attack against Galaxy. When Michael received a call from the company\'s public relations department in bed, he nearly threw up. He should have known David was up to something. \"Control the public opinion well. I don\'t want to see any more problems today.\" After giving out his orders directly to the public relations department, Michael called Erwin. \"Whe
When Michael arrived, he was already waiting. Sam Wen was wearing a clean white shirt, jeans and sneakers. The watch on his wrist was the same brand as the one David was wearing. In the past, Michael only felt that they were similar. Looking at Sam Wen made him think of David. But now, looking at Sam’s outfit, it was eerily similar to what David might wear. In fact, it was exactly what he would wear. At this point, Michael had realized, it was part of the act. Michael now knew that his biggest mistake was signing him in with Galaxy. \"Mike, you\'ve been staring at me. What\'s the matter? \" Michael looked away from Sam Wen and said faintly, \"The controversy from a few days ago has passed. I don\'t want it to happen again.\" \"Brother Mike, what do you mean? Sam Wen nervously clenched his fingers, but his face didn’t show it. His acting skills in real life were much better than his acting skills on the set. Mic
When David went to bed, he could barely move his legs. In the morning, he had walked back and forth in the desert four or five times, and now his were like lead. Mark Lao had asked him to go back to the hotel in the afternoon to have a rest. David could not even be bothered to go back and decided to stay put. \"You go back, it\'s hot and dry here.\" Brent Fang was sitting next to him. \"Yes, Mr. Yu. You’re all sunburned. Please go back and take a rest.\" Although the crew of “Blue Squeeze” got a long well and were friendly with each other, they were not so passionate. David took a look at Mark Lao\'s face. Mark Lao turned his head, pretending to look elsewhere. David was so tired, he could not even stand up. \"Where\'s my phone?\" \"What mobile phone? Go back to sleep.\" Was this an attempt at cracking a joke? He looked at Mark, who immediately looked away. \"Okay, guys. Guys! Somebody, please hand me my phone.\"
\"Say it again.\" Michael ignored all the executives in the conference room and yelled at his mobile phone. Erwin’s voice could be heard clearly through the earpiece. \"David was severely injured and is now being treated in the central hospital.\" Hearing the word \"injured\", Michael faltered fell silent. Erwin thought the line had gone dead. \"President Sheng?\" Michael was finally able to speak. \"Get me a plane, as soon as possible. I’m leaving for desert city.\" Michael left the conference room. Recently, he restrained himself from contacting David. He just wanted to give each other time to think calmly. Then he booked a trip to Moshi to spend the Labor Day holiday with David. But God seemed to be deliberately keeping them apart. Erwin soon arranged for the helicopter in a neighboring City, accompanied by two hospital directors. It was almost one o\'clock in the morning when Michael arrived at Moshi Centr