Xing Zhongwan was really unhappy, and finally brought a fancy woman to prepare for a haircut, but I didn't expect that some people were so short-sighted. The man who had watched him for a long time in the bar even brought someone to follow him. It's okay if there is no appointment, but did it ruin Xing Zhongwan's good mood? He beat the two men who followed him to death. The man didn't expect such a beautiful man to be so ruthless, and hurriedly called his own Identity threat Xing Zhongwan will not make him feel better. Who is Xing Zhongwan? He hates being threatened the most, and he is even more ruthless. The two men were beaten to the ground and couldn't move, and Xing Zhongwan was even more annoyed by the cry of pain and groaning.
Even more annoyed was Qi Yun, who just appeared in his room with his room card. The straight eyes made him feel uncomfortable, and that night sound made his rage even worse.
Qi Yun glanced at the two men covered in blood with coldness in his eyes. The secretary waiting at the door winked at the bodyguard behind him. Qi Yun looked back and quickly took the coat from the sofa, regardless of Xing Zhongwan's ugly face, he put the clothes on his almost half-naked body. . Only then did the bodyguards come in and drag the two half-dead men out.
The door was quickly closed, the smell of blood in the room made Xing Zhongwan frown, and half a cigarette was smothered in the ashtray by him.
"You can go too." Xing Zhongwan turned around and didn't look at Qi Yun, who threw his coat on the sofa and took the sweater aside and put it on.
Just as he was about to pull off the bath towel and put on his trousers, the staring gaze behind him made Xing Zhongwan stop, picked up his trousers and went to the bathroom not far away. After putting on his pants and coming out, Xing Zhongwan grabbed a short bang on his forehead, picked up the car key thrown on the big bed and prepared to go out, but Qi Yun blocked the aisle and Xing Zhongwan said impatiently to let it go. Qi Yun didn't move. Xing Zhongwan took two steps back and said with a stiff face, "I'm in a bad mood today, don't mess with me, get out of the way!"
Qi Yun looked at his big V-neck sweater. A bit of red bite marks on his snow-white chest made Qi Yun take two steps forward. Xing Zhongwan stared at him, "Why?"
Qi Yun stared at his chest, "You let that woman kiss you."
Xing Zhongwan snorted and said with an angry smile, "Will you be too lenient?"
Qi Yun was angry, but he didn't dare to show it. When he saw the two men with disheveled clothes, Qi Yun had already thought of dozens of ways to make their lives worse than death.
He knew that Xing Zhongwan had brought a woman into the hotel today, and he knew that it was one thing to actually see it and another thing to do. The scarlet bite marks hurt his nerves. The absurd idea of why he was not a woman made him violent. raised his head. Standing in front of him, Xing Zhongwan could hug him as long as he stretched out his hand. He looked at him with indifference and impatience in his eyes, but today Qi Yun couldn't control it and wanted to hug him. In the evening, no one can rob him and no one can touch it.
When Xing Zhongwan saw that Qi Yun refused to let him go, and didn't know what he was thinking when he lowered his head, he just put the pestle in front of him. Instead, he calmed down, and it's not worth it for me to argue with you. Just turn around and take the apple from the hotel, take the fruit knife on the side and slash it, I will eat an apple assembly.
It's just that the apple hadn't been cut in half yet, Qi Yun forced it up without his eyesight, those eyes looking at him were surprisingly bright, Xing Zhongwan stopped the movement of his hand but saw Qi Yun stretched out his arms, "Night, I can. Hug you?"
Xing Zhongwan was startled and almost threw the apple in his hand, "What did you say?"
Qi Yun couldn't wait any longer. He took a step forward and saw that he was about to touch Xing Zhongwan. He was so eager to touch him. After nearly 2,000 days and nights of thoughts, his nights were right in front of him and he just wanted to lighten up. A light hug, that's all.
Xing Zhongwan threw the apple in his hand but did not put down the fruit knife in his hand, his face was gloomy and cold, "stay away from me."
It's not that he didn't see the impatience that flashed across Xing Zhongwan's face. Qi Yun felt sad, but he didn't stop. He took a step forward and the two were almost close to each other, breathing against breathing. The scent of pine wood is more intense. An ice-cold object touched Qi Yun's lower right abdomen, and Qi Yun lowered his head to find the fruit knife that Xing Zhongwan had not put down. Xing Zhongwan turned his head slightly, and the intertwined breathing of the two made him uncomfortable, "Qiyun, try one step further, I won't show mercy to you."
Qi Yun raised his head, Xing Zhongwan's pretty, almost gorgeous eyebrows and eyes exuded hostility, Qi Yun raised his hand and carefully lifted the bangs in front of his forehead, and got closer, sharp metal strokes. The pain of breaking the skin and poking into the flesh can't compare to the joy of holding him until late at night.
Xing Zhongwan's hand holding the knife was a little warm and damp. He frowned and just wanted to push the person away, but Qi Yun held him into his arms, and the slight obstruction of the knife piercing into the flesh made him startled Living.
Qi Yun hugged him tightly, burying her head on his shoulder and sucking the smell of his body. His eyes were wet, but Qi Yun couldn't control it. He has seen his embarrassed appearance every night. He doesn't have to pretend to be in front of others. He doesn't have to bury his heartache in his heart when he is happy. The real Qi Yun is in front of Wanwan. Whatever you give up, just look at it, how naive and ridiculous the idea of living late in front of you, it is impossible in this life if you can't let it go.
The smell of blood on the tip of the nose became stronger and stronger, Xing Zhongwan raised his blood-stained right hand, and his body was tightly clasped in Qi Yun's arms, Xing Zhongwan closed his eyes, his face was pale, "Qi Yun, you are really crazy! "
Qi Yun was taken to the hospital. The secretary almost fainted when he saw the large bloodstain. He looked at Xing Zhongwan as if to say, he just loves you, you don't need to kill him.
Xing Zhongwan's trouble, inexplicably became a villain with a knife. With the sad expression on Secretary Qi Yun's face that you are responsible, he was sent to the hospital inexplicably.
Fortunately, the fruit knife wasn't long, and the wound wasn't deep, but Qi Yun was also severely punished. The doctor said that if it were deeper, it would injure the internal organs. The reproachful tone in his speech made Xing Zhongwan even more depressed.
"Young people have conflicts and talk about it, and they can't just use knives."
Xing Zhongwan looked at the sky speechlessly...
"Brother Zhongwan." Shen Congxin, who came to hear the news, had already seen his eldest cousin when he came to find Xing Zhongwan. The face of the person lying inside was extremely ugly, Shen Congxin quickly slipped out of the ward to find Xing Zhongwan to put out the fire, "Big cousin refuses to have an injection, go and persuade him."
Xing Zhongwan gave him a sidelong glance, "I'll take care of him!"
"Brother Zhongwan, if you don't care about him, no one will care about him. If you don't get an injection, the wound will become inflamed. Just go in and take a look."
Xing Zhongwan ignored it and just walked forward. When she walked to the door of Qi Yun's ward, she didn't know where Shen Congxin came from, and she pushed Xing Zhongwan in with such great strength.
Xing Zhongwan was about to scold, when three pairs of eyes looked over.
Xing Zhongwan abruptly swallowed the swear words that were about to be exported.
The phone rang, and Xing Zhongwan picked it up angrily.
As soon as Xue Qing got off the negotiating table, the woman with several layers of skin shaved before she took a sip of water received a call from Zhong Gang saying that Qi Yun had been stabbed by Xing Zhongwan in the hospital...
"It's only been a few days since you had bloodshed?"
Xing Zhongwan lowered his head and looked at the off-white sweater stained with Qi Yun's blood in disgust, "He bumped into my knife and blamed me?"
Xue Qing paused, and suddenly burst into laughter, "Then the knife is in your hands, you are responsible."
Xing Zhongwan ruffled his hair angrily, "Why do I think you and I are not on the same path."
Xue Qing held back a smile, "It's just a matter of fact. Don't be angry. If you stab someone, take good care of them. It's not like you haven't taken care of them. Haha, that's all I have to say beforehand."
Xing Zhongwan looked at the blackened screen and wondered if he had fallen into the sleeve again.
Just as I was thinking about it, there was a knock at the door and someone came in. Zhong Gang, who was still wearing a hospital gown, put on a coat and came with a fruit basket in his hand.
Xing Zhongwan watched him bypass him and put the fruit basket on Qi Yun's bedside with a sincere expression. The euphemistic words not only expressed deep condolences, but also made a profound review of his boss's behavior.
Xing Zhongwan widened his eyes and listened to what Zhong Gang said was reasonable and well-founded. As expected of a PR background, I feel that it is all my fault that Qi Yun is lying in bed!
Xing Zhongwan endured his anger and pulled him, "Can you go down? The wound doesn't hurt anymore?"
Zhong Gang looked at his boss with a bad expression, and quickly covered his abdomen with a painful expression on his resolute face, "Mr. Xue said that you have some situation here, let me take a look, isn't it in a hospital? I'm also convenient, boss. It really hurts to say this, I'll go first, Mr. Qi has a good training."
He smiled at Qi Yun, the big man hunched over his stomach and slowly moved to the door, not forgetting to say, "Boss, I have already asked the secretary to bring you clean clothes, and you can tell her if you need anything. . If you stay in the hospital these days, you can rest assured that Emma can stand it. "
Who said I was going to stay in the hospital, who said that? ?
Looking back and seeing those three pairs of eyes still staring at himself, Xing Zhongwan sank his face, "What are you looking at, injections, if you are really infected, do you want to rely on me for the rest of your life?"
The doctors and nurses turned pale when they heard this. Who is this? How dare you speak to Qi Yun like this. Unexpectedly, the man who had been uncooperative on the bed was yelled by Xing Zhongwan and stretched out his arm obediently. When Qi Yun was scolded, his mood improved, "I'll fight, don't be angry."
That gentle tone shocked the other two present. Just after returning to his senses, Qi Yun stared coldly at the small handguard tray, "Hurry up."
The young nurse was about to cry in fright. She hung up the water and left the ward quickly. Xing Zhongwan cursed in his heart, after so many years, he still looks like a dog.
He simply walked to the head of the bed and took a plum from the fruit basket. After tossing around for a long time, he was really hungry. He didn't bother to wash it and just wiped it a few times before putting it in his mouth. Qi Yun stared at his wrist in a trance, snow white. A meandering scar on his slender wrist pricked his eyes.
"Does it still hurt?" Xing Zhongwan sighed with deep distress in his tone.
Qi Yun stretched out his hand and pulled the hem of Xing Zhongwan's sweater, "Wan Wan, the stitches hurt a lot, I didn't ask the doctor to give me anesthesia. As long as I think of you, it hurts me so badly. I was thinking just now, this whole life. I will definitely stop hurting you."
Qi Yun's eyes flashed, and he spoke very seriously. Xing Zhongwan looked at the hand pulling the hem of his sweater with plum in his mouth. Before Qi Yun could not see and liked to pull his clothes like this, this familiar movement made him feel back to five years ago.
There was a sudden surge in his stomach, and Xing Zhongwan slapped Qi Yun's hand away and ran to the bathroom to spit out the plums he had just eaten.
Qi Yun maintained the motion of holding the hem of Xing Zhong's evening clothes, and the sound of vomiting from the bathroom made him instantly pale.
The temperature fades away from your fingertips little by little, you hate me so much...