Once He Qing went out and came back, it was night, and Yan Rong couldn't leave the house, so he could only sit by the window, looking out with heavy eyes.
He knew he was dead, no one could hear what he said, no one could see his body, and he could only be trapped in this empty house.
Yan Rong knew that He Qing was boring before, but he didn't expect him to be so boring. Every day when he came home from get off work, he didn't watch TV, play mobile phones, or play games, and he didn't even read newspapers.
He would first put incense on the unknown bottle, then cook, and after cooking, he would wash the dishes and mop the floor, like a hardworking house husband.
After doing this, take a shower and sleep.
That's not the point, the point is that as a ghost who can't touch anything, Yan Rong can only rely on He Qing to pass the time, and this person doesn't even watch TV, it is conceivable that he is so bored that he explodes now.
The daily entertainment is to blow air into He Qing's ears, watching his pitiful appearance of being so cold that he can't stand it.
Yan Rong didn't know how long he was going to stay here, but it was only three days, and he was too bored to bear it.
While thinking wildly, the sound of the key opening the door sounded. Yan Rong, who had stayed in this quiet room for a whole day, was a little excited. He jumped off the window sill and walked briskly to the living room.
But after seeing the man who followed He Qing in, his eyes turned cold.
"Speaking of which, this is the first time I've come to your house, right?" Yan Ze said to the man beside him while changing his shoes with a smile.
He Qing still looked so cold, he didn't answer Yan Ze's words, but went to the kitchen, "What do you want to drink?"
"random."
Yan Ze raised his voice to answer. The face similar to Yan Rong gave people a completely different feeling. He was only one year older than Yan Rong, but he looked calmer. He always had a gentle smile on his face, which made people feel ashamed Feel good about it.
"Smiling Tiger!"
With a cold face, Yan Rong stood in front of Yan Ze who couldn't see him and scolded him, "What are you pretending to do!"
There is a reason why he has been relentlessly fighting against this half-brother. At the beginning, he was studying well in China, but suddenly one day he made an attack on Yan Ze, who was not in trouble with him, and forced his father to send him abroad.
At that time, the Yan family happened to have an accident, and Grandpa Yan Ze was needed to help them through the difficulties. Yan's father had no choice but to send his youngest son abroad, leaving Yan Rong to spend five miserable years abroad alone.
He is quick-witted and quick to learn. Originally, his strict father who wanted to make up for him after returning to China wanted him to do it alone, but after Yan Rong found out that Yan Ze didn't want him to go to the company, he suddenly became interested.
Yan Rong holds grudges. At the beginning, Yan Ze caused him to stay abroad for five years in an unfamiliar place, so now he has to take revenge.
He entered the company very smoothly, seeing Yan Ze's ugly face, he insisted on staying there for a long time.
Unexpectedly, he died in a car accident.
Thinking of the past, Yan Rong walked to Yan Ze's side, saw him shivering from the cold, and laughed wildly.
—Of course, in He Qing's view, it was Yan Ze who suddenly frowned and folded his arms.
"What's wrong?"
He came out with tea and looked over with a frown.
"It's okay, it's a bit cold after being blown by the wind." Yan Zeqiang put down his hands with a smile, not wanting He Qing to see him in a mess.
He Qing put down the tea and smiled lightly, "It's a bit cold in my house."
Yan Ze sat inside, but still felt that his body was too cold. He barely controlled his body that was about to shiver, and said softly to the cold man, "Ah Qing, I guess the location of this room has not been chosen, do you want to?" Thinking of moving, there is a nice one next to my house...”
"No need." He Qing shook his head, rejecting him, "I've lived here for a long time, and I'm used to it."
He took a sip of tea, thought of something, his eyes darkened, and he raised his eyes to look at Yan Ze who was sitting opposite, "Yan Rongna, how is it?"
Yan Ze's face paused, and he quickly reacted, showing a smile, "It's pretty good, I haven't thanked you for your help yet."
"Right now, my father is working on a ghost marriage for him. When it's over, I think he will hand over the family property to me."
As soon as he finished saying this, he suddenly felt cold all over his body, as if a gust of cold wind was blowing in, obviously he felt quite hot outside before.
Yan Ze was so cold that he couldn't stand it. Seeing that there was still some afterglow of the sun on the balcony, he got up quickly, trying to restrain his body that was about to tremble, and said to He Qing who was still in the original posture, "Ah Qing, I'll go to the balcony to smoke a cigarette."
Yan Rong angrily followed behind him, reaching out his hand to grab Yan Ze's neck, but it would only pass through his body again and again.
What does Yan Ze mean by this!
What do you mean? Thank you, He Qing, for your help!
He had always suspected that He Qing did not save him deliberately to pave the way for Yan Ze, but after Yan Ze admitted it himself, he couldn't believe it.
He still believed that Yan Ze had harmed him, He Qing had no enmity with him, could it be because of his friendship with Yan Ze?
While thinking, Yan Ze received a call over there.
He glanced at the man who walked into the kitchen, lowered his eyes, and responded in a low voice, "Didn't you tell me not to call me?"
Yan Rong was standing beside him, and with his more sensitive hearing after becoming a ghost, he could easily hear the voice of the man on the other end of the phone.
"Brother Yan, I killed Yan Rong for you, you can't cross the river and tear down the bridge!"
"I have something to do, I will go back tonight and talk about it."
Yan Ze frowned and hung up the phone quickly.
He touched his cold hand, wondering why it was getting colder and colder.
Standing beside him, Yan Rong seemed to be filled with overwhelming anger. He had completely lost his mind. The three days of silence had already driven him crazy, but now, what did he hear
His death was not an accident.
It is artificial.
Kill Yan Ze! Kill He Qing!
Make them pay!
This sentence was the only thing left in Yan Rong's mind.
He followed Yan Ze to the balcony. The balcony of He Qing's house only had half a guardrail, and his half-brother was leaning on it.
If Yan Rong was still human, he only needed to push Yan Ze lightly, and Yan Ze would fall down like a leaf.
But now, he is not human.
Hands passed through Yan Ze's body countless times, Yan Rong's eyes were full of blood, watching the man who might have killed him smoking a cigarette, the ash fell from the air and passed through Yan Rong's hand.
He withdrew his hand in a daze, never realizing that he was dead more clearly than at this moment.
Killed to death by that indifferent boss and the big brother in front of him...
He can no longer drink with those buddies, and he can no longer see the old man, and he can't even leave this eerily silent house.
Yan Ze didn't realize that there was a ghost staring at him viciously, he pinched out the cigarette in his hand, took out the ring box from his clothes, his eyes were a little gentle.
"Ah Ching!"
He walked into the living room, and Yan Rong followed behind with heavy eyes, watching him kneel down, and opened the box, revealing the beautiful diamond ring inside.
"Stay with me, I will always be good to you."
The man with a cold face took a step back, his fair face was unmoved, he lowered his eyes, and said in a flat voice, "I'm sorry."
There was a gloomy flash in Yan Ze's eyes, but it disappeared quickly.
He stood up and said with a forced smile, "This is already the fifth time you have rejected me. If you do it a few more times, I will be able to summon Shenlong."
He complained, but his eyes kept looking at the man gently, as if he would never give up no matter how many times he was rejected.
The two of them didn't know each other, Yan Rong stood beside them, looked at them coldly, and pulled out a hateful smile.
So, is this the relationship between the two
No wonder, no wonder He Qing put him to death!
Then everything makes sense!
Anger made Yan Rong's body heat up, and he didn't know what happened, obviously he was burned to death, but since he woke up, his body has been icy and cold.
But now, he seemed to have regained that burning sensation, as well as the anger and hatred that had been burned to death.
At this time Yan Ze was already saying goodbye, He Qing stood by the door to see him off, the door closed, the stern man was about to close the door, when a gust of cool wind blew, the door closed automatically.
He frowned, just as he was about to see where the wind was blowing, a pair of cold hands slowly raised He Qing's face.
"who!"
He clearly felt that there was someone in front of him, but the man couldn't see anything. He frowned and let out a sharp snort, but a chuckle came from his ear.
The cool, mellow voice that seemed to have just crawled out of the ground entered his ears.
"Mr. He..."
He said softly, like a sympathizer whispering, "Did you forget me so soon?"
He Qing froze suddenly, he felt that someone was hugging him from behind, with two hands slowly wrapping around his waist, bit by bit, tightening tightly.
"Yan Rong." The man heard himself saying, "Is it you?"
"Um… "
The cold hands could be felt through the clothes, and the stirrups were more forceful. Yan Rong had a cruel smile on his mouth, and asked him with a smile in the same tone as before, "Miss me? Mr. He ?”
Feeling his hand getting tighter and tighter, He Qing kept his face pale, holding back his pain and asking Yan Rong, "Do you want to kill me?"
"Of course." The invisible person next to the ear laughed louder and louder, and finally, it fell down gloomyly, as if hitting He Qing's heart.
His voice was stern, and more, it was hatred.
"You and Yan Ze killed me together, so you are not allowed to take revenge?"
Feeling the stiffness of the man's body, he lowered his eyes and blew air-conditioning on He Qing's neck little by little. Seeing that the slender fair neck was aroused by the coldness, he immediately became happy.
He hugged He Qing like a lover, but what he said was extremely cruel.
"Mr. He's waist is very thin. You can hold it tightly with a light grip. Tell me, if I flatten your waist a little bit and squeeze out your intestines, wouldn't it look better?"
He Qing couldn't see him, but he could feel that the hands around his waist were indeed exerting force. Hearing Yan Rong's resentful voice, he suddenly said, "You can't kill me."
"Um?"
Yan Rong leaned his head on the man's shoulder, like a child acting like a baby, and said softly and skillfully, "Then try it."
"Look, if I can strangle you to death, how about it?"
Beads of sweat had already appeared on the man's forehead due to the pain, but his face was still clear and cold, as if nothing in the world deserved to be seen by him.
"If you kill me, you will never be able to get out of this house for the rest of your life."
He Qing didn't change his face when he felt the hands around his waist stop, only his slightly trembling voice revealed the pain he was enduring.
"Once I die, you will be trapped here forever."
His voice was cold, the tone that Yan Rong hated the most, "If you don't believe me, you can try it."
Sure enough, Yan Rong withdrew his hand slowly, the pain eased, and before the man could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard his sinister voice again, "I'm trapped here, what did you do?"
He Qing took a little breath, but his voice was still calm, "Yes."
"Hehehehe..."
The ghost behind him left his body with a self-deprecating laugh. The man's fair face was flushed because of the previous stain, and he heard Yan Rong's voice saying.
"You hate me that much?"
"I'm dead, you won't let me go!"
He Qing closed his eyes to cover up his emotions, his voice was still faint, which was extremely disgusting to Yan Rong's ears.
"I need you to do me a favor. After a month, you will be able to leave."
"need me?"
Yan Rong sat on the sofa, his eyes were full of sarcasm, of course, these men were invisible.
He really went astray.
At first, I really thought that this cold-faced boss was just being indifferent. Unexpectedly, he became so ruthless that he wouldn't let go of ghosts.
That cold voice was still saying, "Just one month, you stay by my side for one month, and after one month, I will give you back your freedom."
Give him back his freedom
Yan Rong pulled out a sneering smile, saying this as if he had to be grateful.
"What do you need me to do? You have to tell me about the person involved, oh, no, it's a ghost!"
Hearing the cool voice behind him, the man said lightly, "You don't need to know."
"Mr. He."
A chill came quickly from behind, He Qing couldn't see it, but he could clearly feel the ghost lying on top of him.
His magnetic voice asked softly, "Do you really think I'm afraid of being trapped here?"
He Qing said, "You are not afraid of death, but you have been trapped here, no one can see you, no one can hear you, you would rather die."
"You really understand me..."
Yan Rong sneered, and said in a drawn-out voice, "Then do you know that I've always held grudges very much."
"You can't die, I won't be able to get out if I die." He counted slowly, "But Yan Ze, is he also my enemy?"
"You'd better not let me seize the opportunity, otherwise, I will definitely let him..." The ghost's unique cold voice, like a silk thread, slowly entangled He Qing.
"Life is better than death..."
The man frowned suddenly, "He can't die."
"Yo." Yan Rong became more and more angry, and he said in a strange way, "What? Protecting your mistress?"
The cold hand fell on the man's upturned buttocks, stroking slowly and erotically with ambiguous meaning.
"Why didn't I find out before that Mr. He still came through the back door?"
"I just don't know whether it was you who were taken away, or my good brother who was taken away... But Mr. He, you look like a woman, so you must be below..."
Not stimulated by his deliberately humiliating words, He Qing still had a calm expression as before, only his slightly stiff body revealed his feelings for the hands behind him.
"You can't touch Yan Ze." The man tried to breathe calmly, and explained as calmly as possible, "During this time, you stay at home... um..."
His voice stopped abruptly, and his cold fingers slowly slid in along the pants around his waist.
"Okay, I won't move this one that killed my big brother."
Yan Rong's lips fell next to the man's ear, and a cool voice entered the ear canal, full of malice.
"I won't kill you, but if you want me to stay here for a month, you must find something for me to vent your anger."
Those hands were walking wantonly under the clothes, He Qing held back moaning, his expression was no longer as calm as before, and he said intermittently, "I can buy you what you want, TV, computer, these are all... oh!"
His body trembled suddenly, behind him, an invisible hand held him, Yan Rong leaned down while exerting force, almost completely surrounding the man in his body.
"But none of that is enough..."
Yan Rong resisted him, with a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth, "Didn't you say it? I want to find someone to vent."
"If you want to vent, how about those dead things?"
He acted insultingly, and the malice in his words was completely undisguised.
"Yan Ze proposed to you. He likes you and wants to be with you."
"You protect Yan Ze and don't let me touch him, so you should also like him."
"You two are very affectionate. Pity me, the illegitimate son who was murdered, and I am still trapped here, Mr. He..."
He trapped the man in his arms, and said maliciously in his ear, "Before I die, I'm afraid of getting sick. I haven't done it once."
"I'm dead now. If you want to use me, you have to feed me first, right?"
Instantly understood what he meant, the man who was pressed on the sofa suddenly opened his eyes wide, lost his composure, and began to struggle desperately.
But I don't know if it was because of being a ghost, Yan Rong's strength was astonishing, no matter how He Qing struggled, he was still tightly bound in his arms.
With cold hands, he slowly tore off the clothes under him.
The usually cold man began to panic, his eyes widened, and he tried to cover it with his hands helplessly, but his hands were tied behind his back again.
"Yan Rong! No, I said no!"
The commanding voice fell into Yan Rong's ears, and he smiled coldly, "Did you ask me if I was okay when you teamed up with Yan Ze and tore me apart?"
"Actually, I'm really not interested in men, but who made Yan Ze like you?"
He looked at the white body constantly struggling under him, his eyes were a little more excited, his big hands tightly clasped the man's red waist that had been strangled before, and his tone was harsh.
"Watch him being fucked by the man Yan Ze couldn't ask for! This revenge is so satisfying!"
"Mr. He..."
Yan Rong lowered his body and looked at the man pinned tightly to the sofa by him.
His fair face was already red, and his overly delicate eyes were already red. He Qing couldn't see him, so even though he was suppressed, his gaze fell on nothingness in the air in panic, as if trying to find out the seriousness. Rong's figure came.
Yan Rong has seen many kinds of He Qing, cold, indifferent, and condescending, but he has never seen him in such a fragile appearance, which makes people want to suppress him even harder.
He Qing fell on the sofa in despair, he felt the invisible ghost behind him lift his hips up.
"Don't… "
Finally, the man who always had an indifferent expression cried with red eyes, "Yan Rong, don't be like this..."
He seemed to have given up all his dignity, begging bitterly, "Please, please Yan Rong..."
The cold ghost hand holding him behind stopped, and just as hope was rekindled in the man's heart, a sharp pain suddenly came from below him.
"This is revenge, are you happy? Mr. He?"
Accompanied by Yan Rong's malicious voice, He Qing turned his face to the wall and shed tears in a daze.