Everyone could hear the maliciousness in Zhao He's words. Feng Xinyang stood up abruptly and said sharply, "Zhao He!"
"Isn't it?" Zhao He rolled his eyes playfully at Yan Xizhi who was in a daze and didn't know what to think, "Don't you think Xizhi doesn't want him?"
Feng Xinyang paused, he looked at Yan Xizhi, and sure enough, he saw the beautiful man cough with an unnatural expression on his face, and he forced out a smile as if to cover up; "We are all brothers, and no one has a good-looking face when there is a fight. , If you want me to say, take a step back, the sea and the sky are bright."
"Don't hurt Ah Qing, box, we will continue as before, each of us has his own way."
no harm? Zhao He lowered his eyes slightly, the corners of his lips curled up, and the man's tone was low and elongated like velvet, "Okay." The drooping eyelashes covered the depths, and filled with chill.
How is it possible, without harm
How can he prevent that person from suffering the pain he has endured in these years
Zhao He agreed, but Feng Xinyang didn't want to agree. He had to admit that he was attracted to He Qing. He was different from the toys that he could throw out at will. I won't mention Yan Xizhi's lack of integrity. Zhao He, even if he promised not to hurt Ah Qing, with his methods and temperament, who knows what kind of torture Ah Qing will encounter.
There was determination in his eyes, but Yan Xizhi noticed it before he opened his mouth. The beautiful man raised his eyebrows high, his face still smiling, but the words he said made people feel cold to the bone: "Xinyang, if you refuse again!" , I’m not being polite.”
He is good-looking, and his bright facial features are indistinguishable when he smiles, but there is no emotion in those eyes full of autumn water, "I joined forces with Ah He, and your Feng family can't move, but your one who suddenly appeared The bastard brother who came here can still be pushed up, don't force us to do it."
Feng Xinyang, who had been arrogant and domineering for half his life, looked at his friend in disbelief, but saw that he was still smiling. Until now, he didn't know what kind of friends he had made.
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[It's almost...] He Qing counted the time: [Xinyang cutie should have compromised, should I come out.]
System: [There is nothing you said in the original world.]
[Of course not.]He Qing looked down at the white hands on his lap with love, [The original Feng Xinyang didn't like He Qing, how could he turn against his brother because of him? Of course they came to an agreement easily.]
The pink fingernails are almost transparent under the sun, showing delicate beauty, He Qing couldn't help but touch them, [In this world, Feng Xinyang's favorability has reached the point of liking, of course he will fight for it, eh, I'm such a good person, in advance It made him feel what real plastic brotherhood is. Poor little Xinyang, the dude trio, he is the only one who is really a dude.]Others are pretending to be pigs and eating tigers.
[oh.]The system said plainly: [Master Host is awesome, applaud and sprinkle flowers for Mr. Host.]
He Qing was disgusted by his cuteness, which was completely inconsistent with his tone, and shook his body, [Okay, okay, back off.]
He leaned against the wall, watching the phone on the table light up.
—
The phone was connected, Feng Xinyang was holding the phone, and heard a slightly hoarse voice from over there, full of exhaustion, "Xinyang..."
Feng Xinyang was bitter in his heart, but he wanted to pretend nothing had happened: "Ah Qing, come out for dinner tonight, to celebrate Zhao He's return."
Hearing Zhao He's name, the voice of the person on the other end of the phone trembled, and after a while, the voice trying to suppress the crying sound rang out: "I, I'm not feeling well, so I won't go."
As if he was afraid that Feng Xinyang would let him go again, he stammered and hurriedly said with a choked voice: "Well, I work overtime tonight, I really can't go, so I hang up first."
This was the first time that He Qing hung up on Feng Xinyang's phone. He put down the phone, and at the same time, there was a sour feeling in his heart. If Ah Qing really didn't care about Zhao He, why was he so afraid of meeting him
Yan Xizhi dressed up specially, dressed like a peacock and came down from upstairs, with an uncontrollable smile on his face, he turned the car key in his hand, and saw Feng Xinyang who was in a daze, just like before She laughed and teased him: "Xinyang, where is the soul?"
Feng Xinyang came back to his senses, and glared at him as before, "I was eaten by you!"
"I'm not that capable. I packed it up and let's go."
Zhao He had already been waiting outside, and when the two of them arrived, the three of them squeezed into the same car and went out as before.
The car was parked downstairs in an ordinary residential building. When the flamboyant red convertible sports car stopped, it attracted a lot of curious prying eyes. Yan Xizhi didn't care at all. He took out the small mirror and looked at the car inside happily. After thinking about it, I sprayed a little perfume on the inside of my wrist before getting out of the car in satisfaction.
It's not that he's boasting, the two in the back are inferior to him, when Ah Qing sees him, his eyes will definitely be glued to him.
Zhao He behind him couldn't help raising his eyebrows. When did Yan Xizhi become such a bitch, and actually carried a mirror with him.
He Qing's family lives on the top floor, and the narrow stairs can only accommodate one person. Yan Xizhi deliberately ran to the front, leaving the two of them behind, and climbed seven floors. According to his own face, after making sure everything was safe, the handsome man knocked on the door.
— the door opens.
After the young man with red and swollen eyes saw who was coming, he passed him in disbelief and looked at Feng Xinyang behind him, and... Zhao He...
Why, why are they here!
Zhao He looked at the young man carefully, eight years had passed, his appearance hadn't changed much, his temperament was still gentle, but his watery eyes were slightly red and swollen now, and he didn't look embarrassed, but it made people think, make him cry!
The redness at the end of his eyes made him want to ravage and play more and more. His hands on both sides of his body trembled slightly, and he almost couldn't restrain it. Yan Xizhi, who was standing at the stairs, stretched out his hand to hold his lover's hand.
He Qing's body froze, and under Zhao He's sight, he almost reflexively hid his hands behind his back to prevent the man from touching them.
Feng Xinyang put his hands in the air, stiffened, slowly put them down, and smiled softly again: "Ah Qing, don't you invite us to sit in?"
"Oh... okay..." He Qing didn't even dare to lift his head, and almost entered the room with hands and feet.
Feng Xinyang went in first, followed by Zhao He, leaving Yan Xizhi standing where he was, eyes full of unwillingness.
Obviously, the person Ah Qing saw first was him...
But except for the moment when the door was just opened, until now, the young man's eyes have been on those two people, and he refuses to give it to him at all!
What good are they? Is it that hard to just look at him
The hand holding the mirror was getting tighter and tighter, and there was a small "click" sound, and the beautiful man suddenly came back to his senses, only to find that his hand was cut with blood by the broken lens, a small wound, but made his face pale. Suddenly hard to see.
He Qing brought water in a trance, only to realize that there was still one person who hadn't entered the door, "Xizhi? Why are you standing at the door and not coming in?"
He looked at the environment of his home with a little embarrassment, "Is my home too simple..."
"No!" Yan Xizhi raised his head, with a smile without any haze on his face, he slightly bent his eyes, "Ah Qing's house is really well cleaned up, it's just that I accidentally broke my hand just now."
"Broken hand?" The young man's expression suddenly became tense. He lowered his head and saw a red mark made of blood on Yan Xizhi's left hand. Paste it on him.
Because of lowering his head, the broken hair on He Qing's forehead softly touched the palm of the beautiful man's hand, which made him feel very itchy. He didn't care about being "indifferent" before, and the corner of his mouth curled up like a fox stole a chicken She smiled and said very insincerely: "It's nothing, just a small hole."
"Hand injury is not a trivial matter." He Qing carefully pressed the edge of the band-aid, let out a breath of relaxation, and then raised his head and said to Yan Xizhi: "Hands are very important, just like me, I am a doctor. My hand is useless, and my life is over."
Yan Xizhi didn't take his words to heart, just smiled at the gentle man with a soft tone, that's right, only looked at him, only talked to him.
Before he could be happy for a few seconds, Feng Xinyang, who sat on the sofa and felt uncomfortable watching them stare at each other, stood up, walked to He Qing, and hugged the young man's slightly slender waist, as if swearing sovereignty, intimately Whispering in his ear, Yan Xizhi's eyes darkened, but there was still a smile on his face, as if joking: "What are you talking about, you have to get so close."
"Ah Qing, come here, I also want to tell you something..." He smiled and went to pull He Qing's hand, but he dodged uncomfortably, Yan Xizhi's expression suddenly became unattractive.
Feng Xinyang didn't seem to see anything, so he said honestly: "It's nothing, it's just that there was a little misunderstanding with Ah Qing before the box, and it's all our own people. Today we will expose this matter."
He looked down at the young man whose face paled instantly, and said apologetically, "Ah Qing, Zhao He said, if you apologize to him, he will forgive you. If it wasn't your fault at the beginning, you tell me, and I will help you." call the shots."
He Qing lowered his head firmly, and when he heard his words, his body shook, and he looked up at him, with hope in his warm eyes, and he asked cautiously: "I apologize, Ah He... will he forgive me?"
Hearing this intimate address, the man was stunned, but he still nodded, "Yes, if you apologize, he will forgive you."
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The balcony of He Qing's house is very small. Zhao He was smoking on the balcony at the moment. He exhaled a smoke ring and watched it slowly disappear in the air with a blank expression. The balcony door opened and closed behind him. Hold your breath and listen.
That person's footsteps were very light, very slow, always cautious, as if he was afraid of disturbing others, he stopped, and a familiar, gentle voice sounded timidly behind him: "Ahe..."
Zhao He pinched the cigarette in his hand, turned to look at the young man, "He Qing."
"Yes, I'm sorry... I was wrong at the beginning, please forgive me!" The young man seemed to be very ashamed and lowered his head, feeling extremely embarrassed.
You feel ashamed too, don't you? So why did you do it in the first place
Zhao He's heart was full of sarcasm and hatred, but his face was calm, and he said softly: "It's okay, I forgive you."
Under the eyes of the young man who seemed to have been redeemed in surprise, his voice was soft, "Since you are both Xinyang's boyfriend, let's have a meal together tonight, and treat it as an apology meal for me."