Yan Rong, who was fiddling with hands and feet, turned his eyes violently, quickly covered the man's clothes in his arms, and looked into the living room.
He Qing didn't know why he stopped. He covered his clothes, followed by his moist eyes, and met Yan Ze's eyes full of surprise.
The man panicked immediately, and subconsciously reached out his hand to block Yan Rong.
"Ah Qing, what are you doing on the balcony?"
Yan Ze didn't see Yan Rong's soul, he frowned slightly, and looked at He Qing whose shirt was fully unbuttoned and was only holding his clothes with his hands.
He Qing is still flustered now, but seeing that Yan Ze has no extraneous expression, he feels relieved, and under the ups and downs, his body is almost not limp and paralyzed. Fortunately, the ghost staring at Yan Ze with sinister eyes is helping him stopped him.
"I'm... fine."
The man stood up stiffly, clasping his clothes tightly with his hands, "You came to see me for something?"
"It's nothing. I just wanted to ask you if you want to go out to eat together tonight. Seeing that your door was open, I came in directly."
Yan Ze was just stunned for a while, and a gentle expression appeared on his face again, but his eyes kept turning around the slightly blushing man.
He turned sideways, buttoned his shirt with a pair of slender hands, his fair face, which was always like an ice sculpture, was now stained with a thin blush, and even his gaze seemed to have a layer of water in it.
This is very wrong.
What he heard in the company before appeared in Yan Ze's mind, even though he had been thinking about it for a long time, his face remained calm.
He smiled gently as before, but he was probing, "When I came in just now, I seemed to hear who you were talking to?"
After asking, Yan Ze stared at He Qing without blinking, and sure enough, he saw a flash of panic in his beautiful eyes, and quickly disappeared without a trace.
"No."
The man's ending sound was slightly higher than before, but he didn't notice it, "I'm the only one."
"It seems that I heard wrong."
Yan Ze didn't continue to ask questions, but his suspicion took root in his heart.
He has always been good at disguising, even if he wanted to find out the reason for He Qing's abnormality at this moment, he still endured it, teasing like an ordinary friend, "I've been here for so long, why don't you serve me a cup of tea? "
He Qing's face turned red slightly, he clasped his clothes tightly, and his voice returned to calm and indifferent, "I'll go soak you."
After the man finished speaking, he went out from the balcony door, and the moment he passed Yan Ze, a gust of cold wind blew away He Qing's collar that was tightly attached to his skin, revealing a large area of ambiguity underneath.
Both of them shivered from the cold wind, and Yan Ze's eyes were fixed on those marks that could be seen as being bitten by someone.
He usually finds someone to relieve him when he is stressed, and he is very familiar with this kind of marks, but he never thought that these hickey marks would appear on He Qing, who has always kept himself clean.
Before he had time to think, Yan Ze pulled the man out. Seeing that he was frowning and trying to get away, he asked him in a panicked voice, "Ah Qing, what's the matter with you?"
Feeling a pair of cold hands caressing the back of the neck ambiguously, He Qing even heard a cold mockery. He grabbed the shirt with one hand, and with the other hand, put the collar that was lifted by Yan Rong again. go back.
"Nothing to do with you."
The cold answer, like an ice pick, pierced Yan Ze's heart hard.
Has nothing to do with him
He has been chasing He Qing for five years, and he obviously can further study, but he insisted on coming to the company with him. He usually asks about his relatives, but when He Qing has something to do, he goes straight to it without saying anything. Now he says, it has nothing to do with him
"Go and sit, I'll go to the kitchen to make tea."
He Qing didn't seem to notice Yan Ze's ugly expression at all, so he said something lightly and went straight to the kitchen.
Yan Ze was in a trance, he didn't notice that the man's steps were weak and his walking was obviously stiff.
All this, of course, is because of the ghost hanging on him.
He Qing took out the tea leaves from the cabinet and made tea quietly. Yan Rong hugged him from behind and whispered in his ear with a pleasant voice, "Did you see his ugly face? It's really relieved."
Concerned about Yan Ze in the living room, the man lowered his eyes, not intending to answer the ghost behind him.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Yan Rong's cheerful expression sank just now. He frowned and asked coldly, "Is it because of that smiling tiger that you didn't talk to me?"
The white fingers that were sprinkling the tea paused, He Qing lowered his eyes, and made a small voice from his throat, "No."
"Yeah?"
Yan Rong sneered, let go of the slender waist of the man in his arms, and started to walk out.
The man frowned suddenly, turned to look at him, "Where are you going?"
"Don't worry, I didn't intend to kill him." Seeing his reaction so much, the ghost's face became even uglier.
I don't know if it's because he wants to take revenge on Yan Ze too much. He Qing cares about Yan Ze, and he feels depressed in his heart.
Under He Qing's worried gaze, Yan Rong swaggered into the living room.
There is a wall between the living room and the kitchen. Although you can pass by with a slight detour, you can't see the kitchen if you stand in the living room.
In the same way, a man in the kitchen cannot see the living room.
He was worried that Yan Rong would attack Yan Ze, so he speeded up and went out with a teacup in his hand. After seeing the scene in front of him, his expression became weird.
Yan Ze hugged the pillow, his cold face turned pale. Seeing He Qing coming out, he threw down the pillow and explained a little embarrassedly, "I don't know why, I always feel cold."
He Qing glanced at it and then lay lazily beside him as a soul watching TV, restrained his expression, and slowly put down the teacup in his hand.
"The tea you make is still delicious. Every time I go to a teahouse outside to drink it, it's not as good as yours."
Yan Ze seemed to have forgotten the unhappiness just now, chuckled and picked up the teacup to boast.
"He lied to you." Yan Rong put his two long legs on the coffee table without any image, yawned, and said lazily, "My good big brother never goes to any teahouse. I went to a bar, looking for a one-night stand."
As he spoke, he thought of something and stood on the sofa, walked past Yan Ze who didn't feel it, and came to the man's side, with cold hands, slowly and ambiguously, gently stroking this overly beautiful face.
"That's it. They will hook up at the bar for a while, and then go straight to the room." The air-conditioned ghost put his whole body close to the man maliciously, and breathed on his earlobe, "Do you know what Yan Ze likes?"
"Sexy enough, willing to play that disgusting game with him."
He whispered humiliating words in the man's ear, but He Qing's expression remained unchanged, except that his face was pale from the cold, and his eyelashes did not even tremble.
Yan Rong suddenly felt bored, separated from the man, and leaned back on the sofa as if he had no bones, "When I checked him before, I couldn't understand why he liked role-playing, and made those princesses and ducklings look like icebergs and unapproachable , it took a long time because of us, Mr. He."
He Qing lowered his eyes slightly, picked up the teacup and took a sip. The warm tea entered his mouth and warmed every part of his body, finally dispelling the chill that Yan Rong brought before.
He opened his mouth, but refused lightly, "I'll eat at home at night, so I won't go out with you."
Although he had already guessed that he would refuse, Yan Ze still felt uncomfortable when he was really rejected, especially when he thought of those large red marks.
"Ah Qing, why don't you give me a chance."
Yan Ze looked at He Qing with gentle eyes, and his expression was sad again, "I have liked you for so many years and pursued you for so many years, what is wrong with me, you tell me, I can change it!"
"Hey, playing the sympathy card."
The ghost lay comfortably, saw Yan Ze's expression, and shouted at him, "Don't bother, your Ah Qing has already been fucked by me."
"Even if you really catch it, it's a second-hand product that I used!"
Naturally, Yan Ze couldn't hear his words, he could only see the man's expression froze, and he was overjoyed.
I'm not afraid of He Qing's reaction, but I'm afraid of no reaction.
Thinking of this, his expression became more gentle and firm, "Ah Qing, I pursued you before, and the reason you refused was because..."
"do not talk!"
He Qing, who had maintained a calm expression just now, froze, subconsciously sternly stopping Yan Ze from continuing.
Yan Ze was taken aback by his attitude, and it took him a while to come back to his senses, with a wry smile in his eyes.
"So, why can't we mention him?"
"In this case, why are you with someone else?" Yan Ze said, with complexity in his eyes, looking at the man he had liked for so long.
"Ah Qing, if others can, why can't I!"
"Stop talking." He Qing had already stood up, his heart was beating fast, and the sound of thumping thumping reached Yan Rong's ears.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the two of them thoughtfully.
He Qing began to see off the guests, "You go first, don't come again next time."
"You... drive me away?"
Injury flashed across Yan Ze's eyes, and he didn't know how much was true and what was not.
He slumped his shoulders and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry Ah Qing, I won't mention him again next time."
"I'm leaving now, don't be angry."
The man stood, watching his friends from childhood to leave, his eyes were calm and without any emotion, only a faint look.
"Papa papa!"
Yan Rong on the sofa sneered and clapped his hands, "It's such a great show, I'm going to cry watching it."
He Qing, who was facing away from him, trembled slightly, and was about to turn around when the ghost's cold hands crawled into his clothes.
With a chilling touch, Yan Rong asked in a low voice, "Do you have someone you like?"
Ever since he turned into a ghost, he seemed to be a real ghost. Just saying a word, the coldness in it can make people shudder.
Feeling the body under his hands froze, Yan Rong narrowed his eyes, and his head slowly fell on the man's round shoulders, "Why didn't I know about this? Yan Ze knew it clearly."
He asked, "Why aren't you with that person? Does he dislike you for being a mother?"
"Or, does he think you're not useful?"
After saying this, the ghost denied it self-consciously, "No, it's obviously very comfortable when you do it, even I will be fascinated by you."
The body of his subordinates was as stiff as a stone, Yan Rong didn't take it seriously, just like what a snake would do before swallowing food, it entangled He Qing little by little.
Seeing that the man didn't answer, he lowered his hand and elongated his voice, "Say it..."
He Qing closed his eyes to cover up the sadness in his eyes.
His voice was flat and calm, "He's dead."
The hand that fell on him stopped.
It was the first time that He Qing got angry at this ghost, his anger was recognizable in his plain tone.
"Now, can I take your hand away?"
Yan Rong really let go, and watched the man who had been like a wooden man leave with a cold and wooden face except on the bed, his face sank.
He followed up reluctantly, seeing He Qing going to get those incense again, something flashed through his mind quickly, Yan Rong narrowed his eyes, and asked, "Is that bottle your old lover's?"
He Qing's hand that was about to light the incense stopped in the air, and he lowered his eyes, "Yes."
Oh, sure enough.
It has long been seen that he is different from the unknown bottle.
Yan Rong looked at the man's pale and stern face, feeling empty and unspeakably uncomfortable.
He blamed these discomforts on the fact that he did not take revenge on He Qing.
So the ghost hooked its lips cruelly, and announced, "Then your efforts may be in vain, there is nothing in that bottle."
"I know."
He Qing returned him indifferently, holding the incense in his hand, and inserted it into the incense altar in front of the bottle.
Yan Rong followed behind him, watching the man's almost pious movements, his eyes turned cold.
"You said you need me to stay in this house for a month, is it just for this bottle?"
His words were also thought through.
At first he thought that He Qing was trying to harm him, but just like what he said, He Qing knew that Yan Rong was trapped here and couldn't get out, maybe this man trapped him by some unknown means.
Later he thought, maybe it was because of Yan Ze, his half-brother who claimed to be He Qing's good friend's big brother.
But the man's attitude is not as if he regards him as a friend. When Yan Rong was still alive, he once thought that He Qing hated him, and deliberately made that dead face against him.
But after turning into a ghost and seeing how he got along with Yan Ze, Yan Rong had to admit that compared to him, his elder brother was the one who was not liked.
It is also rare that Yan Ze is willing to become more and more courageous with frustration.
None of the above reasons, without Yan Ze's relationship, He Qing has no enmity with him, so what is the reason for trapping him
Yan Rong couldn't figure it out all the time, but now, seeing the back of the man offering incense devoutly, he seemed to have figured it out.
Imprisoning one ghost is of course for another ghost.
When this idea came up, Ghost was furious. He didn't know if it was because he realized that he was being used, or because the man who had been suppressed by him actually used him as a tool.
He walked over slowly, no matter what he was thinking in his heart, his face was still as usual.
Glancing at the censer, it was heavy with incense ash, it seemed that it had been worshiped for at least ten days.
It's only been five days since he woke up, which means that He Qing has been planning this matter from the very beginning.
There is something deeper, but Yan Rong doesn't want to think about it anymore.
"How did you meet it?"
He Qing's hands holding Xiang trembled, his beautiful eyes fixed on the bottle, and his voice fluctuated, "It's a classmate."
"Oh, childhood sweetheart." Yan Rong sneered disdainfully, obviously showing disdain, but continued to ask like masochistic.
"It likes you too?"
"No." The man who had been facing the ghost in silence had to answer all the questions at this moment. He didn't look back, and his voice faintly reached Yan Rong's ears.
"He likes girls."
"Also, I hate men."
"oh… "
Hearing this, the ghost became excited for some reason, and was no longer as strange as before. "Then how did it die?"
He Qing slowly inserted the last stick of incense into the censer, with a bit of hatred in his eyes, "I was killed by someone."
"Is it so miserable? It's a fight with me." I don't know if it's too boring, Yan Rong chuckled and said, "I was also killed by others? By you and Yan Ze, Teaming up to kill."
The man stood stiffly in front of the incense burner, his voice was light and ethereal, as if in a dream, "Don't worry, you will be free in twenty-five days."
"So what if you're free."
Yan Rong yawned, and said indifferently, "Didn't you notice? Except you, they can't see me, hear me, feel me, even if I can go out after twenty-five days, except for you Float, what else can you do?"
After he finished speaking, there was a sly look in his eyes, and he asked He Qing in a cliché, "Mr. He, since you know how to trap me, do you know how to let me meet someone?"
He Qing turned around, the expression in her beautiful eyes was still indifferent, and she still looked dead, "I don't know."
"Your task is to stay here for twenty-five days."
The ghost who had been talking well with him suddenly darkened, he smiled coldly, and a sinister voice sounded.
"You know? I really hate you for being like this. You always look like you don't care about anything."
"When I was in the company before, I was thinking, when will it be fun to take off your iceberg face..."
With a cold smile, Yan Rong came to the man's side, and his hand slipped behind his back little by little.
Seeing his Adam's apple rolling up and down, trying to restrain himself, there was a trace of complacency in his eyes, and he said half-truthfully, "Your body is so smooth and tender, even after waiting for twenty-five days, I guess I don't want to leave."
"He Qing..."
The ghost lay on the man's shoulders, wrapped his hands around him, and trapped He Qing in his cold arms. He squinted his eyes and suggested softly, "How about this, I'll always be by your side, and we'll be a ghost couple, why not?" Sample?"
He Qing's back was facing him, Yan Rong couldn't see his eyes suddenly lowered as if trying to cover something, and could only hear the man's cold rejection.
"impossible."
The ghost's pale face darkened.
His ability seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, but with a thought, the temperature of the whole house dropped, and the man in his arms was so cold that he couldn't help shivering, but he still held on and didn't make a sound.
"Okay!" Yan Rong was very angry, although he didn't know where this anger came from.
He lowered his head, bit the man's small earlobe, exerted force on purpose, as if threatening, and asked him in a low voice, "Are you going to wait until I'm gone, and give it to your old lover, ah, no, to that one Are lonely ghosts vacating the place?"
The man didn't answer, and he didn't mind. He lowered his hands and let out a chuckle, but his eyes were cold.
"You are dreaming!"
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