He Tiancheng was sitting downstairs, Song Ci helped Xie Letian upstairs, it was funny, he went to pick up someone, but brought back a couple.
He Tincheng looked at his watch. About twenty minutes later, Song Ci came down. He was meticulous and spotless. At Xie's house, He Tincheng didn't say much to Song Ci. He stood up and bowed to Song Ci as if he was a stranger, "Director Song .”
"En." Song Ci lazily replied, and strode away.
He Ticheng watched him leave quietly with his head sideways before he straightened up. He wanted to go upstairs to see Xie Letian, but was stopped by a servant, "Mr. is asleep. Director He should go back."
He Tiancheng was speechless, feeling very absurd, where the absurdity lies, he couldn't tell.
He Tiencheng simply sat downstairs and put on a posture of waiting, "Then I will tell Chairman Xie when he wakes up."
The servants were only responsible for not letting him go upstairs, they didn't care if he was willing to wait downstairs.
He Tiancheng was sitting downstairs, looking through the phone with his heart in a mess, Song Ciming wanted to hide Xie Letian, but he was so close and warm to Xie Letian, he even took Xie Letian home to take care of him. There is an unspeakable tacit understanding.
He Tiancheng was very worried that he would become the loser in the story of the fight between the snipe and the clam again.
Lying on his own bed, Xie Letian felt much more comfortable, except for a certain place where Song Ci got wet and uncomfortable, he turned sideways and looked out the window.
Just before Song Ci left, he said that he would come over at night, and asked Xie Letian to leave a window for him. He Zhiren was downstairs, and it was inconvenient for Song Ci to stay for a long time, so he had no choice but to make a bad plan.
Xie Letian was dubious, how could Song Ci go to the third floor? But thinking of Song Ci's beautiful kung fu, he felt that it was actually not difficult.
From Song Ci's fists and feet, Xie Letian thought of Song Ci's flesh like copper tendons and iron bones, and his breathing became short of breath.
There was an electric tingling feeling all the way from the soles of his feet, he bit his lip and turned over again.
The greasiness seemed to come out from behind, Xie Letian buried his face in the pillow in embarrassment and annoyance, and Song Ci slept all night, why did he still feel the smell, Xie Letian thought in a trance: Is he also starting to be mean?
While thinking wildly, there was a slight sound coming from the lattice window, Xie Letian hurriedly turned around, holding the quilt in his hand and staring at the window, the window was pushed open, and the tall figure fell to the ground deftly, without making a sound, he pulled out a long Shadow showed a faint smile to Xie Letian, "Chairman Xie, I'm here."
Xie Letian felt hot all over, turned his face coldly and pulled the quilt to cover himself, turning his back to the late-night thief.
Song Ci walked lightly to the side of the bed, leaned over and sniffed Xie Letian's neck, "It smells so good."
Xie Letian remained silent, the heat of Song Ci's breath sprayed on his neck, causing his body under the quilt to tremble, it was too shameful, Xie Letian closed his eyes and let out a breath.
Song Ci's hand silently swam under the quilt and into a certain place. When Song Ci touched it, the corner of his mouth twitched into a smile, and he leaned close to Xie Letian's ear and sucked his earlobe, "You've been thinking about me?"
Xie Letian shuddered, and said softly: "It's not necessarily you."
Song Ci's face darkened for a moment, "Hard mouth." After pressing hard, Xie Letian gasped, bowed up and made up his mind not to speak no matter what.
Song Ci withdrew his hand, wanting to strip himself clean before he went to bed impatiently.
The big bed is like an undulating sea, Song Ci and Xie Letian, the big fish chasing the small fish, chased and played silently on the bed, Xie Letian bit his lip and kicked indiscriminately, Song Ci let him kick and beat, concentrating on one place , "Save some energy, don't get dizzy later."
Xie Letian sweated a lot, but he was also powerless to fight against Song Ci and his love, he just made some symbolic struggles, and when he surrendered, he could deceive himself into not being so embarrassing.
Song Ci leaned sideways to resist, and said in a low voice, "Baby, hold on."
Xie Letian is a precious lump, slippery and moist inside, but tightly claustrophobic on the outside, insisting on opening it up every time, Song Ci gasped and laughed, "I have you, but every night I have you." Be the bridegroom."
Xie Letian's breathing was messy, and he stretched out his hand and twisted Song Ci's arm vigorously. Song Ci chuckled, "It really hurts—"
Still worried about Xie Letian's body that was about to pass out at every turn, doing things on and off, and tossing for almost two hours at a time, Xie Letian was so soft that he couldn't move anymore, he closed his eyes and felt desperate for being addicted to such a pleasure , raised his head and said hoarsely: "You kill me..."
"Don't cry," Song Ci moved, licking away the tears from the corners of Xie Letian's eyes, "This is a happy thing, you just need to feel happy, don't think too much, baby."
Xie Letian sobbed and shook his head in pain, "I can't do it..."
This sentence forced out Song Ci's ferocity.
He has many impulses towards Xie Letian, one of which is to kill him.
Fuck him to death, cut him into pieces with his own murder weapon, and then put him back together with his own flesh and blood. Song Ci leaned down and kissed Xie Letian fiercely, and killed him tenderly in the bloody fantasy. 'Thank you Lotte.
He Tiancheng waited until late at night, and fell asleep on the sofa. He woke up when the servant came to wrap him with a blanket. He raised his watch and saw that it was three o'clock.
A servant came up behind him with a plate, He Tiencheng rubbed his eyes, twisted his sore waist, "The chairman is awake?"
The servant smiled lightly and said nothing, but He Tiancheng was stopped when he wanted to go up, "Curator He, go back, sir is going to sleep."
He Bingcheng pointed to the stairway where the servant disappeared, "It's not called supper."
The servant still smiled and repeated: "Mr. is going to sleep."
He Yincheng got angry, sat down simply, and said coldly: "Okay, then I'll wait for him to sleep enough."
After waiting until the next afternoon, the servant let He Tingcheng go up, He Tingcheng sat there for almost a day and a night, and went upstairs haggardly, tidying up before opening the door. He took off his clothes and opened the door.
After pushing open the door, He Yincheng smelled a strange smell, and the tip of his nose moved. He couldn't tell what it was, but it was a little fragrant and a little greasy.
Xie Letian was lying under the quilt, only showing a pale and powdered face, and his neck was tightly wrapped, and he looked at He Yincheng with a smile, "I heard from the servant that you have been waiting for me, what's the matter?" something?"
Standing in front of the bed, He Tiancheng was at a loss. He was fine, so why did he refuse to leave
"Chairman Xie," He Tiancheng said forcefully, "Do you have a good relationship with Warden Song?"
Xie Letian softened his gaze, "What's the matter, are you unhappy?"
His tone is very doting, like talking to a child, He Tiancheng can't bear this the most, he has no father's care since he was a child, and his mother went crazy after being abandoned by his father. Treating He Yincheng as He Yuansheng, yelling at him and asking him 'why don't you want her'.
He Tiancheng dreams of having a gentle elder who cares about him and takes care of him.
Of course, Xie Letian is not qualified to be his elder in terms of age, at most he can be regarded as a big brother, but Xie Letian has outstanding ability, he was on the same level as He Yuan long before He Yuansheng was alive, and in terms of qualifications, he is qualified to be He Chengcheng's elder.
But the body of this 'elder' is so weak, so weak that it is not ugly...and very beautiful.
He Tiancheng blushed, "I... I want to pick you up, but Song Ci refuses to let you go."
Xie Letian smiled, "I know, you are a good boy."
He Tiancheng was a little annoyed, "I'm only seven years younger than you."
Xie Letian said with a good temper: "I'm sorry, Mr. He."
'Mr. Ho' blushed even more.
He is very contradictory, he is a little spy by Xie Letian's side, but he really likes Xie Letian, it is a kind of complicated love for 'elders', He Tiancheng opened his mouth and held back what he wanted to say , "You pay attention to your body."
"I will," Xie Letian narrowed his eyes, showing a little sleepiness on his face, and slowly closed his eyes, "You are tired too, go back and rest."
He Tiancheng let out a 'hmm', and found that Xie Letian's complexion was ruddy, but his eyes were a little blue, as if he hadn't slept well, and he thought to himself, didn't he sleep all day and all night? Why are you still so sleepy.
Maybe his health is really bad. He Yincheng stepped forward to cover him with a tight quilt. As soon as his hands touched the quilt, Xie Letian opened his eyes. His eyes, which were still foggy just now, were astonishingly bright. He said kindly, "What's the matter, Tiancheng?"
He Tiancheng was fixed in place by his sharp eyes, "I... tuck you in."
"No need." Xie Letian smiled, his tone was undeniably strong.
He Tiancheng withdrew his hand and fled in the face of Xie Letian's smile. He was still too weak. Whether it was Xie Letian or Song Ci, one look could scare him. Delicate small building, one day... one day...
At the end of the new year, when He Ling came back, Le Tian almost didn't recognize her, and asked in shock, "Why are you so tanned?"
He Ling grinned, "The sun is too poisonous, sunscreen doesn't work, so why don't you use it."
Le Tian was sitting on the sofa wearing a black turtleneck sweater. In He Ling's eyes, he was handsome and thin. She suddenly stepped forward and hugged him, muttering: "Mr. Xie, I miss you so much."
Le Tian didn't feel the love between men and women from this hug, so he patted her on the shoulder reassuringly, "You have suffered."
With a sore nose, He Ling lowered her head and buried it on Xie Letian's shoulder. Xie Letian was like her spiritual pillar. Whenever she felt that she could no longer hold on, she would always think of Xie Letian, the pale man leaning on his shoulders. The thin man with the cane has held up a large area stronger than anyone else. If he can do it, why can't she persist
He Ling let go of Xie Letian, looked him up and down, "Why did you lose weight again?"
Xie Letian smiled and said: "I'm not skinny, I wear less clothes, and I look thinner. How is this year? Let's stay here for the New Year."
He Ling shook his head, "There is still some time before Chinese New Year, I want to repair the old house."
The old house she was talking about was the He Zhai that was burned down by a fire.
Xie Letian patted her arm, "Grow up."
He Ling smiled.
The atmosphere between the two suddenly felt a little sad.
"By the way, I brought you a lot of presents." He Ling stood up, showing a happy smile, "There are scarves, hats and gloves, you have to wear them all."
Xie Letian smiled and said, "Okay."
What He Ling brought back were some small gadgets with local ethnic characteristics. The hat had two pointed horns, like a calf, and it was worn on the serious Xie Letian's head with a "laughing fruit". Yang, took a picture to show Xie Letian, Xie Letian also coughed out laughing.
Just when the two were enjoying themselves, the servant came in, "Sir, Mr. Song is here."
The smile on He Ling's face froze, she was very sensitive to this 'surname', she glanced at Xie Letian, Xie Letian stroked the walking stick beside her, and said gently to her: "You go upstairs first?"
He Ling knew that the 'Mr. Song' who came here must be Song Ci. She was afraid of Song Ci. When she first arrived in Genan, she had nightmares all night. She often dreamed of Song Ci, holding a torch in her hand, looking at her eeriely. , the dream is full of the four characters of 'kill all'.
It wasn't until later that it slowly got better.
He Ling stabilized his mind and said calmly: "Do you want me to avoid it?"
Xie Letian patted her hand, looked at her softly, and said comfortingly, "Go up."
He Ling bit her lip and went upstairs.
Song Ci walked in stridingly, with his hands in his coat pockets, his footsteps were unrestrained, and he looked energetic, "Hey, I'm very energetic today, wearing a hat with long horns."
Xie Letian smiled slightly, "Why are you here?"
"Come and see you." Song Ci pushed a pile of things on the sofa, and looked around in a nonchalant way, "See if you have any little girls hidden."
The smile on Xie Letian's face faded, "Will Warden Song want to ransack the house?"
Song Ci glanced at him lightly, "I don't search the house, I search the body."
Xie Letian didn't change his face, stepped on Song Ci's leather shoes fiercely with the foot hanging below, and wrote lightly: "Be careful when you speak."
Song Ci smiled slightly, "The real murderer..." He lowered his voice and said, "I like—"