Yan Rong has long been used to the indifferent appearance of his boss, he lowered his eyes slightly, covering the expression in his eyes.
From then on, until the end of the banquet, He Qing never looked at Yan Rong again.
The people around saw the cold and silent atmosphere between the two as if they didn't see it. Everyone in the company didn't know that He Qinghe always disliked Yan Rong. Ever since he joined the company, he had never given him a good face.
Although there was no overt objection, just being inexplicably disliked by someone was enough to make Yan Rong unhappy.
He knew why He Qing didn't like him, wasn't it because he was Yan Ze's half-brother
From the first day when he joined the company, Yan Rong was inexplicably disgusted by the man in front of him, and Yan Rong inquired clearly about the reason.
This young Mr. He and his good brother are good friends who grew up together. People like them who think they are in control of everything, of course, can't stand him, a lowly illegitimate child.
Yan Rong's mother was indeed a mistress who meddled in other people's families. He did not deny this, but he hated those people looking at him with disgust.
Especially He Qing, it seemed that he didn't even bother to look at him.
Yan Rong walked beside the man, looking at his profile.
He Qing was very good-looking. The man who had been secretly sexualized countless times by the girls in the company had fair skin. His facial features were not suitable to be described as handsome, but should be beautiful.
It's a pity that such a beautiful appearance is on such a man with a cold face every day.
Yan Rong's visit this time was actually just a formality. He was indeed an illegitimate child, but he couldn't stand the eccentricity of the old man above, so he forced him into the company, hoping to find some performance for him, and then handed over the affairs in his hands to him logically.
These things are not rare for Yan Rong, he knows that he is capable and can completely leave the house, but seeing Yan Ze's angry and disgusted expression, he agreed with a smile.
Going against this sanctimonious elder brother has become Yan Rong's short-term goal.
The more he acts like a flamboyant and playful boy, the more uncomfortable Yan Ze will be.
Because even a dude like him can be loved by strict father.
Anyway, he was here to play tickets, Yan Rong didn't mind being a foil, and he could even put on a look of concern on his face, but being ignored by a man like this, the young Yan Rong gradually became dissatisfied.
The two went out together, and of course they had to go back together. The man with an indifferent face sat in the back seat. Yan Rong was supposed to go to the co-pilot with acquaintance, but seeing him like a stranger, it was strange, sat next to the man.
He Qing frowned, moved his body slightly to the side, and looked out the window.
This posturing succeeded in fueling the anger already in Yan Rong's heart.
Although he didn't like his illegitimate child status, Yan Rong didn't give He Qing enough face from the beginning of the meeting, and he did too much.
Thinking in his heart, Yan Rong purposely sat down next to the man, his legs almost touching each other.
He Qing froze, and quickly moved his legs away. In Yan Rong's eyes, it was an expression of disgust.
Just hate him that much
The more he acted like this, the more Yan Rong wanted to let the man fail, so he deliberately pretended not to notice anything, and sat next to He Qing again.
Pretending to be concerned on the face, "Mr. He, you were drunk before, are you still feeling uncomfortable now?"
He Qing looked out the window without even looking at him, and his voice was as cold as water dripping jade, "It's all right."
As if he was like an ant, not worth a glance.
I don't know if it's because of drinking too much alcohol, but the unknown anger in Yan Rong's heart is even stronger.
Don't you want him to touch it
The more this is the case, the more untouchable he will be!
With a smile on his face, he stretched out his hand as if to land on the man's shoulder, "How about I help you take a look..."
- Bang! !
There was a loud noise that seemed to hit his head, and what Yan Rong saw before he passed out was a man who had always been cold and calm and made no unnecessary expressions, his eyes widened in horror.
Opening his eyes again, his whole body was in pain, Yan Rong felt that all the strength in his body was flowing with the blood, and the surroundings were fiery red, as if there were flames everywhere.
His skin already seemed to be burning, and it hurt extremely.
This is not good.
Yan Rong thought in his mind, there should be a car accident, and now the car is on fire, if he doesn't run, he will be burned to death.
He tried hard to open his eyes, but in the end it was only a small gap.
Yan Rong was exhausted.
He couldn't speak, couldn't move.
At this time, someone needs to help him to get him out of this car that is about to explode at any time.
A series of thoughts actually only passed in his mind for a second, Yan Rong leaned on the seat weakly, watching the man beside him quickly unbuckle his seat belt, open the car door and run away.
From the beginning to the end, he never glanced at him who was stuck in his seat.
Yan Rong was bleeding from his head. He didn't want to die, but he couldn't move his body.
The people trapped in the back seat stared at the back of the man.
Obviously, obviously he can be saved.
Do you just hate him that much
Hatred rose little by little from the bottom of his eyes.
It hurts, it hurts so much.
The flames increased and wrapped around the immobile man.
With his blood-red eyes open, he watched himself being burned to death little by little.
Before completely losing consciousness, he recited that person's name with hatred in his heart.
He Qing, He Qing!
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The man on the bed didn't sleep well. It's already a scorching summer day. Logically speaking, it should be hot and the air conditioner should be turned on. However, he unconsciously hugged the quilt tightly in his sleep, covering himself tightly.
cold, so cold...
Seeing that He Qing frowned and got under the quilt again, Yan Rong who was sitting beside him sneered and slowly lay down beside the man.
Sure enough, as soon as He Qing got close to him, He Qing felt even colder. He almost tucked his whole body into the quilt, only showing his fair face.
When he was uncomfortable, Yan Rong became comfortable.
I don't know if it was because he kept chanting the man's name before he died, but when he woke up again, Yan Rong was already at He Qing's house.
Although He Qing couldn't see or hear him, since Yan Rong found out that he could get his pale face from the cold by standing next to a man, he fell in love with going to He Qing's side.
In a sense, the reason why he died was also related to He Qing's unwillingness to save him.
Yan Rong even thought darkly, maybe He Qing didn't save him because he didn't want to hinder his older half-brother who only pretends to be good-looking every day.
After he died, wouldn't Yan Ze inherit all the old man's property
Thinking of this, Yan Rong became more enthusiastic about freezing He Qing from time to time, even though he only woke up for three days.
Because his body was always cold, He Qing slept uncomfortably this time. He coughed and got up and opened the closet to change clothes.
The man took off the clothes he was wearing, and his white and smooth back was exposed in front of Yan Rong, with a waistline that curved down beautifully.
When he changed his clothes, Yan Rong just leaned against the wall and looked at it contentedly. He used to think that He Qing had such an advantage as a pretty face, but he didn't expect that his figure was even more beautiful.
Slender waist, fair skin, coupled with looming four-pack abs, it can be called more than one point, not more, not less, this is the first time Yan Rong has seen such a beautiful figure.
Seeing that the man was frowning and searching in the closet, he suddenly became interested, stepped forward, and blew gently on his white and round shoulders.
The originally relaxed shoulder suddenly tightened, and the owner of the shoulder frowned suddenly. Feeling the coldness coming from nowhere, he picked up the sweater with his slender fingertips and put it on himself.
He Qing has been feeling chills all over his body recently, but the thermometer showed that the surrounding temperature was normal, and he went to the hospital for an examination, but nothing was found. The doctor finally came to one conclusion.
He's stressed out and needs a break.
Thinking of the doctor's words, the man pursed his lips, picked up the incense on the table, walked to the small bottle in the living room, lit the incense, and put it in the incense altar in front of the bottle.
The inside has been filled with incense ashes, and it looks like it is often worshipped.
Yan Rong followed behind him, seeing him solemnly inserting incense, curled his lips in disdain.
Does He Qing also believe in ghosts and gods
Since this is the case, why do you have to do something wrong? Aren't you afraid that the person who was indirectly killed will turn into a ghost and come to him to ask for his life
It has been three days since Yan Rong woke up in this house. During these three days, he watched He Qing praying to that small bottle early and late, three meals a day without hesitation, and he didn't know if it was inside Raised a kid.
He knew that some people in the mall were superstitious and would raise little ghosts to help him, but after staying here for three days, let alone little ghosts, he couldn't even see a living person except He Qing.
After burning the incense, it was time for He Qing to go to work. He stood there, staring blankly at the little bottle and stretched out his hand. His slender, white fingers gently stroked the bottle, as if he were stroking a lover.
Yan Rong stepped forward and blew cold air into his ears.
Seeing the man shivering from the cold, his face turned pale, he smiled contentedly, "Mr. He, are you happy?"
"Don't you hate me? From now on, I will lie next to you every day and freeze you to death!"
Naturally, He Qing couldn't hear his words, he just felt cold, so he tightened his collar, and reluctantly put down the bottle with the other hand.
The man's eyes were gloomy, and Yan Rong was standing beside him. Naturally, seeing the sadness in his eyes, he sneered.
Does the cold He Qing also have sad times
He thought the man had no heart.
Standing in front of the divine case, He Qing looked at the bottle, which was no bigger than a palm, and blinked to hide the embarrassment in his eyes.
He whispered to the bottle, "I'm off to work."
"Cut." Yan Rong sneered beside him.
He said cruelly to the man, "Don't worry, there's nothing in this bottle! It can't hear you."
The man couldn't hear his words, so he turned around and went out the door sadly.
Only Yan Rong was left standing there with a gloomy face, looking at his back and uttering a curse.
I don't know why, he seems to be trapped in this house, and he just can't get out.
Now He Qing went out for a whole day, he could only wait boredly.
Thinking of who caused him to become like this, Yan Rong's eyes turned cold.
Even if he dies, He Qing must be dragged along with him!
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