Because He Qing was on the side, Mingzhe didn't comment on what happened just now, but Song Chuanjin, who had clearly seen the man's cold gaze, felt a chill in his heart, knowing that Mingzhe had already seen it.
After leaving the office, Song Chuanjin saw a gleam of warmth in Song Chuanjin's eyes as he watched the young man with a slight smile showing two dimples still beating the man's shoulders.
The scene of the young man protecting him before flashed before his eyes again, his heart was both sweet and bitter, and he only hated why he was in such a situation.
He went to the bathroom, intending to wash his face and wake up, but he heard someone talking next door.
"I heard that the boss is cleaning the company next door, and he plans to hand it all over to the child who stayed behind in the He family. I'm so willing."
"There's nothing to be reluctant about. Maybe the child of the He family is a genius. I've heard that the boss has revealed in public that he won't get married in the future. Let the child take care of him in the old age."
"Tsk tsk tsk, what a blessing..."
The cold water splashed on his face, Song Chuanjin stared blankly at himself in the mirror, in front of him was the cute boy chasing after him every day.
"Get it, get it, wait for Ah Qing..."
Also, in the midnight dream, he dreamed of the beautiful scene.
The young man stretched his beautiful and slender body wantonly, clean and seductive, and his voice full of trust called out softly, "Brother..."
If Mingzhe really planned to hand over all his family property to Ah Qing, then wouldn't all the obstacles between him and Ah Qing be invisible
Song Chuanjin stood stiffly in front of the mirror, looking at the man inside who was a little embarrassed because of the water stains, his eyes were full of surprise.
He wiped his face and walked out of the bathroom.
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Since the incident just now, the young man's task seems to have become running up and down to deliver documents. Everyone in the place is very friendly to him. After a whole day, the boy is quite happy.
When he was about to get off work, he ran downstairs with the documents in his arms, just in time to bump into Song Chuanjin coming out.
"elder brother!"
The boy greeted him happily and got a gentle smile.
Song Chuanjin gently stroked his head, seeing the young man obediently let him touch, tenderness flashed across his eyes, "Ah Qing, are you coming out to play tonight?"
He Qing was happy at first, then hesitated, "But uncle won't let me go out to play..."
"Forget it, it's the same when we meet at the company."
Song Chuanjin was a little disappointed, but he quickly adjusted. He was still a teenager, but he was still a little unhappy.
When he returned to the office, his face showed a little bit. Mingzhe saw that he was no longer as happy as before when he went downstairs, and he had a measure in his heart but didn't ask.
Not long after coming here, the boy himself delivered Ai Ai to the door expectantly.
"Uncle, can I go out to play with my brother after work? I promise to come back early and not go to those messy places!"
Before the man could answer, he added pitifully, "If there is anything wrong, I must call my uncle as soon as possible..."
And Song Chuanjin
There was displeasure in the man's eyes, and just as he was about to refuse, he saw the pleading look on the young man's face. He paused and turned a corner in his mouth.
"Go if you want."
"real!!"
He Qing never thought that Mingzhe would agree so easily, and immediately became happy, turned around and walked out happily.
"I'm going to talk to my brother!"
Seeing his happy back as if about to go to heaven, Mingzhe slowly put down the pen in his hand, hiding all the anger and sadness in his heart.
In this world, there are no elders who keep their children at home every day. Before, he thought he was worried that He Qing would be bullied when he went out, but after discovering his strange feelings for the boy, Mingzhe himself couldn't guarantee that he was thinking about something what.
Clenching his hands tightly on the table, seeing the bursting veins on the back of his slender hands, the man suddenly smiled miserably, and slowly let go of his hands.
After get off work, he sat in the car and told the young man standing in front of the car, "You must come back before nine o'clock, no drinking, call me if you need something."
"I know, uncle! You go home!"
Mingzhe opened the window and saw the boy happily going there, Song Chuanjin nodded respectfully to him, the man showed no abnormality, and slowly rolled up the window, completely covering up the expression of the boy laughing at Song Chuanjin outside.
"Brother, where are we going to play?"
When he came out to play with Song Chuanjin for the first time, the boy showed great excitement, which was reflected in the smile that never faded on his face.
Song Chuanjin smiled softly, "It's a good place, I go there often."
Half an hour later, the boy sat down curiously, looked at the antique decorations around him, his eyes were full of enthusiasm, "Is this what teahouses are like?"
"It's not all teahouses either."
Just at this moment the waiter brought up the wine, Song Chuanjin took it, put the wine on his side, and pushed the teapot to the boy.
"You haven't grown up yet, drink tea, I drink."
He Qing took the teapot obediently, poured himself a cup, and sniffed it carefully, "It smells so good!"
Seeing that he didn't show dissatisfaction as he expected, Song Chuanjin was a little surprised, but quickly covered it up.
He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, saw the young man sipping tea, and asked, "Ah Qing, do you want to drink?"
"I can't drink, my uncle will be angry if he finds out." He Qing smacked his lips like a child, and looked at the person opposite with bright eyes, "Brother, the tea here smells so good."
Seeing that he wasn't fooled, Song Chuanjin smiled, poured himself another glass of wine, took a sip, and asked suddenly, "Ah Qing, remember when you were fifteen years old, there was a swimming competition at school, did you train with me?" ?”
The boy thought hard, "Remember."
The wine was very strong, and Song Chuanjin's face was already hot, he continued to drink it without taking it seriously, "At that time, you were fifteen, I was eighteen, and I trained, and you played in the water, remember? "
Not knowing what he wanted to say, the boy nodded, "Later, my brother won the first place!"
"After I won the first place, the team's celebration banquet was the first time I drank alcohol."
His face was already red, and he looked at the boy, his voice was in a trance, "I dreamed of you that night."
He Qing was stunned.
Song Chuanjin stretched out his hand and held down the boy's white hands on the table, his eyes were full of seriousness, "In the dream, you called my brother and lay under me, and we kissed."
The boy's eyes widened and he murmured, "Brother..."
"From that time on, I discovered that my feelings for you are unusual." Song Chuanjin continued, his eyes filled with pain, "You were only fifteen at that time, and I was terrified when I found out. My first reaction was It is to refuse your approach, Ah Qing, now you will become an adult soon."
His hand slowly began to exert force, and under the bewildered eyes of the young man, he said in a deep voice, "I don't know if you have noticed, but you also have feelings for me."
"I?"
The young man was completely dumbfounded.
"It's okay that you like to pester me since you were a child, but at this moment, you are still so kind to me, especially after I have neglected you for two years, Ah Qing, maybe we should all think about it... "
As Song Chuanjin was talking, he suddenly coughed violently, looking extremely uncomfortable. He Qing was taken aback, and couldn't care about anything else, so he quickly supported him, "Brother, are you alright?"
Holding the young man's slender shoulders with both hands, Song Chuanjin raised his eyes and said in a tone full of temptation, "Ah Qing, you like me."
"Is it right?"
Now the boy is not only dumbfounded, but also stunned.
He likes Brother Chuanjin
But why doesn't he know
"Brother, I don't think I should have..."
"Ah Ching!"
Song Chuanjin interrupted him abruptly, with a pitiful expression on his face, "If you don't want to, let's try, shall we?"
"You like me, I can feel it!"
His eyes were full of pleading, "Don't refuse me..."
[I am such a kind and good boy, and my elder brother begged me so pitifully, of course I have to agree! Are you right about the system!]
System: […] Dramatist.
He Qing, who didn't get a response, didn't mind, and even acted more addictively.
"Brother, I, I don't know..."
Under the almost desperate sight of the person in front of him, he gritted his teeth as if struggling, and moaned weakly, "Then, then let's try..."
System: drama master.
Song Chuanjin was almost ecstatic. That night, he held He Qing's tender little hand, and the two of them recalled their childhood together. When they sent He Qing home, he drank a lot and almost needed He Qing. Qing sent him home.
Don't drink and drive, drive without drinking.
The two got out of the taxi, and Song Chuanjin, whose face was still red, got out of the car, holding He Qing's hand and refusing to let go.
"I have to go back. It will be nine o'clock soon. Uncle is going to be angry!" The boy never expected that his stable brother would become like this after confirming his relationship, shy, embarrassed, and even a little timid.
"Okay, give me a last hug." Song Chuanjin, who had won the beauty's return, held the boy and opened his arms.
He Qing glanced at him in embarrassment, "No, I'm leaving."
He still doesn't quite get used to Song Chuanjin who has changed from a brother to a lover, especially Song Chuanjin who is drunk.
He refused to hug him, but Song Chuanjin was not polite at all. He hugged the boy in his arms, and even lowered his head to kiss him.
The smell of alcohol rushed towards the face as the man approached, subconsciously, He Qing didn't want to welcome this kiss, the boy frowned and dodged it, really a little angry, "Brother!"
"Okay, okay, let's go back, Ah Qing."
Seeing his angry little look, Song Chuanjin let go of his hand, and rubbed the boy's little head with a petting smile, "Go, Uncle Ming will be angry soon."
"Well, then I'll go."
The coaxable young man pursed his lips shyly and turned around, but froze in place when he saw the figure on the balcony on the second floor.
With a pale face, he took a step back and murmured, "Uncle..."
Under the balcony light, the man stood upright and looked over with gloomy eyes.