"He Yu, do you still hate me?"
He Yu's mood was complicated for a while, and he couldn't answer.
It's just that all kinds of emotions have flooded into my heart - Xie Qingcheng has always known that he is a dream breaker!
It turned out that Xie Qingcheng had already seen through his disguise, but Xie Qingcheng didn't say anything, how he acted, how he cooperated...
No wonder... No wonder no matter how much he disturbed him, he was not forced to collapse, because he knew that what he did was only out of personal grudges, and would not hurt business.
"..." At this moment, He Yu couldn't say how he felt.
It seems that he should be pleased with Xie Qingcheng's trust in him this time, but he is not happy at all.
It seemed that he should be angry at Xie Qingcheng for pretending to be better than him, but Xie Qingcheng said that he just wanted to fulfill his wish for revenge.
The love and hate between them is too complicated, and even the joy and anger cannot be pure. He can't wait to delete all the memories of Xie Qingcheng from his heart, and he can't wait to carve everything about Xie Qingcheng into his own bones and blood. place.
He seemed to have forgotten how to love him, but he also couldn't learn how to hate him.
During these days, he tortured Xie Qingcheng every moment, why wasn't he tortured himself
He knew that he must get Xie Qingcheng, and if he couldn't get it, the hole in his heart would never be filled. He will never be able to vent his resentment... But...
However, Xie Qingcheng failed to fulfill his wish—
That day, after Anthony left, He Yuzeng, with a glimmer of hope, retrieved the surveillance cameras in his villa. He watched eagerly, watching the whole process of the confrontation between Xie Qingcheng and Anthony, but he turned over and over to see through the screen, and did not see the slightest jealousy and pain on Xie Qingcheng's face, it was just like Anthony said In that way, Xie Qingcheng didn't care who he was with whom he slept with.
In the end, his death only brought Xie Qingcheng's self-blame.
Xie Qingcheng didn't love him, Xie Qingcheng just felt that he owed him, he just felt that he had hurt him... So Xie Qingcheng would keep the little fire dragon, so Xie Qingcheng silently carried all his insults and insults. Torture, these... all just because Xie Qingcheng felt sorry for him!
But does he want such guilt
"..." At this moment, reuniting in this dream island, he stared at Xie Qingcheng's eyes.
Those eyes had been waiting for an answer from him.
To hate, or not to hate
In this minute and second of silence, the light in Xie Qingcheng's eyes gradually dimmed.
He finally lowered his eyelashes, he already knew He Yu's answer.
The hopeful rabbit in his chest stopped moving, as if it had been killed by a hunter.
"It's okay." Xie Qingcheng finally said, at this moment he was suddenly a little glad that he wrote a regular registered letter to tell He Yu everything, if he really said it in front of him, maybe he didn't finish the sentence , he has lost the strength to continue talking in He Yu's silence and coldness.
Xie Qingcheng raised his blood-stained face and said to He Yu: "I know that this matter cannot be forced. Even if you no longer pretend to be Mandela's person in front of me, as long as you want, you can continue to hate me. , there is no need to mix public and private. I owe you a life, and I deserve it. I won't hide."
"… "
What does it mean that public and private do not have to be mixed together
What is it that you can continue to hate me
He Yu's heart was blocked, and he didn't know how to respond to him for a while. He was really going to be pissed off by Xie Qingcheng, he really wanted to throw Xie Qingcheng off the white horse and step on him a few more times.
But he wanted to clench his hair again, and kiss Xie Qingcheng's lips fiercely, no matter what love or hate, he didn't want to hear Xie Qingcheng continue to say these self-defeating words, and he didn't want to ask Xie Qing any more. Cheng has him in his heart, as long as he can get his flesh and blood, that's fine.
When he was in a thousand thoughts, the paging microphone beside He Yu's ear suddenly rang.
"After Mr. He intercepts the Fengbo system, please hand over the captured Fengbo device to Mr. Duan." The mechanical female voice in the headset gave an order coldly, "President Duan is waiting for you in the third conference room."
The system was in a hurry and repeated the command three times in succession.
He Yu took a deep breath and tried his best to calm his mind.
The order was so urgent, He Yu knew that he couldn't delay any longer. Since Xie Qingcheng wanted to distinguish between public and private, then let's make it clear first.
So he said to Xie Qing: "... these... these private matters between us will be discussed later. Now you have to cooperate with me and continue the play. I came back to this island just to protect you. Only us Together, Team Zheng and the others can be rescued. Do you understand?"
Xie Qingcheng naturally understood the priorities. He, Zheng Jingfeng, and He Yu were actually a team. No matter how much disagreement he had with He Yu, the two are now colleagues and teammates.
He closed his eyes in the end, acquiesced instead of answering, and let He Yu tie his hands behind his back - Xie Qingcheng had two handcuffs on the waist of his uniform, He Yu simply collected materials on the spot, and took Xie Qingcheng directly with the handcuffs. Copied.
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
"It's better than grabbing Mandela's handcuffs after you take them back." He Yu glanced at his face and saw his resistance to this thing, but still said, "Mandela's handcuffs are electric rings, If you talk back, you will be electrocuted, you won't want to try it."
"..." It makes sense, Xie Qingcheng was silent, and Tianma rose into the air following He Yu's order and flew towards the main castle.
The main fort of Mandela is a Romanesque style building with thick walls, overlapping arches and domes. The group of castles is huge and complex, and each building is connected by a rough stone corridor. The castle is not decorated with repeated carvings, but is decorated by the evenly cut light and shadow of the colonnade, revealing a rigorous and solemn temperament, which can be seen from the sky. Looking down, the entire main fort complex is like an ancient totem engraved on Mandela Island, hiding unpredictable miracles.
The air was icy cold, and He Yu's Tianma Qi descended to the entrance of the main fort. There stood rows of guards, both men and women. The women wore red dresses as bright as fiery fire, and the men wore concise black military uniforms. There was no expression on their faces, as if something had swept away the joys, sorrows and joys from their bodies and made them stand like soldiers in chess.
"Mr. He." The leading pair of guards bowed to He Yu, their eyes blank, "Mr. Duan is waiting for you in the third conference room."
After they finished speaking, the two rows of guards behind them repeated this sentence in unison.
"Mr. He, President Duan is waiting for you in the third conference room."
The voice echoed faintly, almost like some kind of mysterious ceremony.
He Yu has become accustomed to this. He controlled the reins and let Tianma go all the way to the gate of the arched rough stone gate of the main castle. He turned over and got off the horse's back. The main castle hall.
Like most Roman buildings, Mandela's main fort has a high dome and narrow and towering windows. This design makes it dim and blurred when the light from the outside shines in, creating a strong sense of holiness and fantasy, as if you are in the kingdom of heaven. interface with people.
Xie Qingcheng didn't have time to watch more, so He Yu took him straight into the retro-style elevator, which went straight to the ninth floor of the tower, where He Yu's room was.
"I won't take you to Duan Wen's side, so as not to cause trouble." The elevator door opened, He Yu escorted Xie Qingcheng, and the two walked on the long corridor covered with heavy woven woolen carpets.
The two disagreed, and they really carried out official business to the end. No one lost the chain on a key action.
He Yu put his lips against Xie Qingcheng's ear, and said softly behind his ear, "I will lock you in my room, but Duan Wen is not at ease with me. There is a pinhole surveillance in that room, no matter what. Don't be too surprised by what you see after you go in. You must do the same trick as I did, and show the appearance of being imprisoned by me, so he cannot doubt it. Leave the rest to me. "
While they were talking, the two of them had walked to the door with a gleaming teak lacquer. There was an exquisite sign on the door with He Yu's name engraved on it.
He Yu whispered: "When you go in, you should be filming TV. Do you remember that we played against each other at school once? That's the feeling. You don't have to take anything seriously. If you have anything sincere you want to tell me , just cough five times in a row, and I will take the opportunity to get close to you. I have tested it, and the sound of this decibel segment cannot be heard at present. Do you remember all these? "
After he finished speaking, he lowered his eyelashes, looked at Xie Qingcheng's profile, and saw that Xie Qingcheng nodded his head almost imperceptibly, He Yu understood that the filming of the two of them was about to start.
He first shoved Xie Qingcheng roughly under the surveillance camera and pushed him to the teak door, then grabbed his hair and pulled him closer.
"You have no right to resist, Officer Xie." He Yu raised his voice, so that if anyone was staring at the surveillance cameras in the aisle, they could see the shoving between him and Xie Qingcheng, "If you want to If Uncle Zheng is alive, it's better to be honest and don't make me unhappy at all."
Xie Qingcheng gritted his teeth, his physical weakness made his face abnormally pale, which made him look more like he was humiliated and restrained by irresistible.
He turned his eyes and stared at He Yu's face: "...don't hurt him."
"Oh? Do you care about him that much?"
"… "
He Yu sneered, and rubbed his cheeks with his fingers, his eyes wandering around his face like the tip of a knife, "But whether I hurt him or not, it all depends on your performance, Officer Xie."
"..." His eyes met his eyes, it was really like when Xie Qingcheng helped He Yu in a play at Shanghai University many years ago.
But at that time it was just a school drama, so Xie Qingcheng didn't need to cooperate too much, but at this moment, he had to devote himself wholeheartedly and not be seen by Mandela's people in the slightest.
"Go to my room and stay. Thinking of your Uncle Zheng's life, be good."
He Yu said, opened the access control of the biometric system, and brought Xie Qingcheng into his room. With a click, the door closed again behind the two of them.
When Xie Qingcheng saw the layout of He Yu's bedroom, his heart trembled.
He understood why He Yu specifically told him, "No matter what you see after you go in, don't be too surprised."
Because I don't know why, this bedroom... is actually completely restored to the former He family's guest room - that is, Xie Qingcheng's house in the He family, and even the books on the bookshelf are exactly the same...
There is a large solid wood desk by the bed in the bedroom, and a chair is placed in front of the desk. Knowing that there was an invisible camera hidden in the room, He Yu and Xie Qingcheng had a very real entanglement, perhaps because they both had some dark things in their hearts that needed to be vented, and they really used each other when they started. full force.
Breathing, He Yu finally pressed Xie Qingcheng hard on the desk, then pushed him into the chair, fixed him with cold handcuffs on the armrest of the chair, and then took out the therapeutic restraint tape he used when he was sick from the chair. Trapped in a chair.
Taking this opportunity, He Yu approached him—in Duan Wen's surveillance, it looked like He Yu's natural move to better suppress Xie Qingcheng.
While tightly binding Xie Qingcheng, He Yu whispered in a voice that could not be captured by surveillance: "You don't have to worry here, except for the cleaning of my room, no one else will break in rashly, etc. I'll take care of things and be back later."
Xie Qingcheng's lips slightly opened and closed, almost no waves: "Tie loose."
"It won't look like it if it's loose." The two of them almost pressed their lips to the base of their ears, and the distance between them was no more than five centimeters. He Yu's hot breath brushed against Xie Qingcheng's ear, and his deep voice reached Xie Qingcheng's chest. "I'm your opponent now."
"fake."
"Just be clear in your heart." He Yu said, "Don't blame me so much, I'm also here to complete the task."
Saying that he exerted force on his hands, the light blue back of his hand protruded slightly, and he pressed the "prisoner of war" firmly on the leather office chair. The black treatment tape as wide as a finger was like a demon's curse mark, and he thanked him. Qingcheng light blue shirt, staggered and sealed.
He Yu tied the person firmly, the young man in the black Mandela uniform, stood up straight, pulled a little distance, looked down at the man in the Dreambreaker uniform, with a messy forehead and some blood on the corner of his mouth. man.
Four eyes facing each other.
The monitor was dormant in the dark, hidden part of the room.
The play has to continue.
He Yu looked down at him and said coldly, "Xie Qingcheng, did you ever think that you would have this day before?"
"… "
"Have you thought about it?"
Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes and ignored him.
He Yu's hand wearing a black half-finger glove stretched out and grabbed Officer Xie's jaw.
He turned his face, forcing him to look at himself.
This situation seemed familiar, and for a moment, they all thought of what happened in the medical competition conference building before—
At that time, because Xie Qingcheng did not know that he was an informant of the police, He Yu simply became cruel, avenged his personal revenge, and humiliated him wantonly.
But now that he knew that Xie Qingcheng had guessed the truth a long time ago, and thinking back on that experience, he felt a different feeling in his heart.
He stared at Xie Qingcheng's eyes from a close distance, and he couldn't help thinking, what kind of mentality did Xie Qingcheng have at that time to be able to grit his teeth and bear his insult without exposing it
The blind eyes had no focus, and He Yu couldn't find the answer from it.
"Xie Qingcheng..." He murmured.
And Xie Qingcheng also felt uncomfortable thinking about what happened in the conference room, so he wanted to turn his face away.
This reaction undoubtedly ignited a fire in He Yu's already chaotic heart, and He Yu's sad heart bred a desire.
"Look at me." He changed from holding the other's chin to holding Xie Qing's messy forehead, forcing him to lift up his scarred and blood-stained face, making him look at him again.
"… "
Xie Qingcheng still wanted to turn his eyes away.
He Yu's hand was stronger, and he pulled his face over harder: "Look at me!"
Fingers are shaking.
The eyes of the two met at close range again, one second, two seconds...
then-
In this atmosphere, He Yu felt a burst of irritability and hurt that was almost hopeless.
"!!"
Even if this behavior is put into a play, it can be regarded as wanton extra drama on the spot. Xie Qingcheng was caught off guard, his eyes opened slightly, he instinctively wanted to break free, but he could hardly move. He Yu is too tough, and the entanglement is full of impulsiveness, eagerness, desire, and even the instinctive possessiveness in the male bones.
"What are you doing!" In the confusion, Xie Qingcheng bit He Yu's lips abruptly. He panted, his chest undulating, and his eyes pierced He Yu's sick face through the scattered black hair on his forehead.
"..." He Yu slowly licked the sweet blood from the corner of his lips, while his thumb rubbed the corner of Xie Qingcheng's mouth, wiping away the red marks like falling plums in the snow. Then he tapped the blood-stained finger pulp on Xie Qingcheng's lips.
He was impulsive, but he still remembered that he was acting, so he slowly stood up straight. After a moment of silence, he calmed down and answered coldly from the standpoint of "President He"—
"...What do you think, I didn't kill you, but left you in my room for what?"
He added: "I have to ask even this. Should I say that Officer Xie is too naive or too ridiculous?"
Xie Qingcheng gasped: "... Haven't you had enough?"
"..." He Yu paused.
He suddenly found that Xie Qingcheng might not be able to tell the truth from the fake in such a fierce emotional collision. In other words, Xie Qingcheng may have "entered the play" in the chaos because of too much empathy and too much self-blame...
He clearly saw deep disappointment and pain in Xie Qingcheng's eyes. He could feel that Xie Qingcheng's words were inquiring about his sincerity, rather than being a complete joke.
Such eyes made He Yu involuntarily look away. He lowered his eyelashes and remained silent for a while before he could cruelly smile, and then said: "... Yes, you deceived me like that, so I almost died. No, you say, how can I easily let you go?"
As he said that, he straightened up, lowered his hands, and landed on the waist where Xie Qingcheng was bound. Then, when the two separated, He Yu suddenly put a row of storage rn- The equipment bags of 13 concentrated injection and No. 2 serum were found.
"He Yu, you!"
Xie Qingcheng didn't expect He Yu to do this, and there was a trace of panic in his eyes - these were the two most effective potions he used when he was working for the Dreambreaker Organization. Although they would cause damage to his body, they were undoubtedly very effective. Effectively, if He Yu doesn't let him use it, or simply destroys it for him, then he can hardly do anything next.
He didn't care about arguing with He Yu any more, and tried his best to warn He Yu with his eyes that he should not act rashly.
But He Yu ignored him.
He Yu just wanted to end this "playing match" and dialogue that was getting out of control as soon as possible. He took these injections away, and then said slowly: "Okay, I still have things to do. You sit here and wait for me to come back."
"He Yu!"
"How to do a bird in a cage, I don't need to teach you, Xie Qingcheng."
"… "
"Be good, you can suffer less."
He Yu lightly left a sentence, and did not meet Xie Qingcheng's eyes again. He looked at the time on his watch, pushed open the door, and walked out, leaving Xie Qingcheng alone here, like going back in time. Sitting stiffly in the room.