"Buying clothes." He stepped over Han Mingxu, without holding back, but stepped hard on the back of the hand that was protecting him when he fell. There was a click, and the bones on his fingertips creaked. Han Mingxu felt a little regretful for the heroic rescue of the beauty just now. This man has no conscience.
Conscience? I'm afraid none of the three of them have.
Looking at Li Qinghao walking leisurely in front of him, Nancheng Lie frowned and looked at Han Mingxu: "What about you, when did you come back?" This sentence was Nancheng Lie's test. In fact, Li Qinghao had just said that when he woke up Han Mingxu looked for him. According to the time he woke up, Han Mingxu came back half a month ago.
"It's been half a month. When I was in Lei Luo, I received a notice from the hospital saying that he woke up, so I rushed over and dealt with some matters at hand." Today, he made a special trip to see Nancheng Lie, but I didn’t expect to meet Li Qinghao.
Both of them looked at Li Qinghao's back: "He... has changed a lot." Nancheng Lie said, more than a change, he was simply a different person.
"Really?" Han Mingxu said with a deep laugh, "Amnesia."
"What?" There are not many things in this world that can make Nancheng Lie lose control. The shooting incident of Han Mingxu two years ago was the first, so the news he heard at this moment is another exception. "Amnesia?" he asked in a low voice. After reading it again, his eyes were condensed, showing danger, amnesia? Can a person who has lost his memory say "Long time no see" to him
"Yeah." Han Mingxu said with a half-smile, "That shooting did create a miracle."
Nancheng Lie looked away, locking Han Mingxu's slightly smiling eyes, and his heart... sank: "I didn't know you were interested in men."
"I've never been interested." His stiff body was too heavy to hold. There was no concealment of disdain for this aspect in his eyes, but when he looked at Li Qinghao, it was something else, "What if..."
"He is the pet I played with." Tiao Pan's words suddenly fell.
Han Mingxu raised his eyebrows: "So?"
"I remember when I was little, I was greedy for the ice cream in your hand, so I licked it, and you knocked my head off after just one lick. I later found out that you had mysophobia."
"Later I broke off the part that you licked, and I didn't throw away the remaining clean part." Han Mingxu's words were profound, but...
Bang... The clothes hanger fell to the ground. Li Qinghao looked at them with a pale face. He didn't miss a word of what he just said. This is the memory between him and Nancheng Lie. Why does this man have it? Or is everything now just a dream? In fact, he is not Han Mingxu. He just has the memory of Han Mingxu and happens to lose the memory of Li Qinghao.
"What's wrong?" The first person who came over was Han Mingxu. He took Li Qinghao's hand. They were obviously about the same height, but Li Qinghao seemed to be being guarded. "Can't you use your strength?" His concerned tone didn't sound like he was pretending. , Li Qinghao was confused, but only for a moment.
"Well, but... I want to try on clothes." The beautiful face looked a little aggrieved. She looked at Han Mingxu's handsome face and glanced behind Han Mingxu from the corner of her eye. Nancheng Lie's eyes became sharper and sharper, with warning and precaution in his eyes. Although it flashed very quickly, Li Qinghao clearly saw it.
Lie... Another doubt flashed through my mind.
"What do you mean? You want me to help you?" Han Mingxu's elegance radiated from his bones. Li Qinghao was very suspicious of this person, including everything.
"Maybe... I'd better ask the waiter to help." In front of this person, restraint is a must. Li Qinghao knows how to use appearances to create illusions.
"No, I'd love to."
Outside the fitting room, Nancheng Lie stood with his hands folded across his chest, with an inscrutable expression that no one else could understand. In the fitting room, Li Qinghao's face gradually turned red. The T-shirt he was wearing was taken off by Han Mingxu's hands. His bare upper body was not perfect because there were some scars, which were caused by jumping from a car when he was shot two years ago. There were injuries, but most of them were covered up by the pale, almost sickly complexion.
Li Qinghao wore a royal blue shirt, and there was a mysterious aura flowing around him.
"Not good? I'm going to look in the mirror." Han Mingxu blocked the door of the fitting room. The light flowing in his eyes made Li Qinghao feel a sense of crisis, but his steady figure showed no intention of moving away, "What...?"
"Shh..." Han Mingxu came a few centimeters closer and slid his well-proportioned index finger across Li Qinghao's lips, "I have an idea, do you want to listen?"
"don't want."
"Yes." There was desire in Han Mingxu's eyes, "I want you to know that I... have the urge to take off your clothes. What do you think I should do?"