"He Yu, do you still hate me?"

He Yu was in a complicated mood and couldn't answer.

It's just that all kinds of emotions have poured into my heart - Xie Qingcheng has always known that he is a dream breaker!

It turned out that Xie Qingcheng had already seen through his disguise, but Xie Qingcheng didn't say anything more, how he played, he cooperated...

No wonder...no wonder no matter how much he disturbed him, he was not forced to collapse, because he knew that what he did was only out of personal grudges and would not hurt business.

"..." At this moment, He Yu couldn't say how he felt.

He seems to be pleased with Xie Qingcheng's trust in him this time, but he is not happy at all.

He seemed to be angry at Xie Qing for pretending to be better than him, but Xie Qing said that he just wanted to fulfill his wish for revenge.

The love and hate between them is too complicated, even the joy and anger can't be pure, he can't wait to delete all the memories of Xie Qingcheng from his heart, and he can't wait to show Xie Qingcheng this person's Everything is carved into the depths of his own blood.

He seems to have forgotten how to love him, but he can't learn how to hate him.

In the past few days, he has tortured Xie Qingcheng every moment, why is he not torturing himself?

He knew that he had to get Xie Qingcheng, and if he couldn't get it, the hole in his heart would never be filled. He will never be able to vent his resentment...but...

However, Xie Qingcheng failed his wish—

On that day, after Anthony left, He Yu had a glimmer of hope and called for the surveillance in his villa. He watched eagerly, watching the whole process of the confrontation between Xie Qingcheng and Anthony, but he turned over and over to see through the screen, and did not see the slightest jealousy and pain on Xie Qingcheng's face, it was just like Anthony said In that way, Xie Qingcheng didn't care who he was with whom he slept with.

His death only brought Xie Qingcheng's self-blame.

Xie Qingcheng doesn't love him, Xie Qingcheng just feels that he owes him, just feels that he hurts him... So Xie Qingcheng will keep the little fire dragon, so Xie Qingcheng is silent It bears all his insults and tortures... all because Xie Qingcheng felt sorry for him!

But does he want such guilt?

"..." At this moment, at the reunion on this dream island, he stared at Xie Qingcheng's eyes.

Those eyes have been waiting for an answer from him.

To hate, or not to hate?

During this minute and second of silence, the light in Xie Qingcheng's eyes gradually dimmed.

He finally lowered his eyelashes, he already knew He Yu's answer.

The rabbit with hope in his chest stopped moving, as if it was killed by a hunter.

"It's fine." Xie Qingcheng finally said, at this moment he was suddenly a little fortunate that he had written a regular registered letter and told He Yu everything, if it was really in front of him Said, perhaps before he finished speaking, he had already lost the strength to continue speaking in He Yu's silence and coldness.

If you think about it, you can continue to hate me, and you don't have to mix public and private. I owe you a life, and I deserve it. I won't hide."

“…”

What does public and private need not be mixed together?

How can you continue to hate me?

He Yu's heart was blocked, and he didn't know how to respond to him. He was really going to be **** off by Xie Qingcheng, he really wanted to throw Xie Qingcheng off the white horse and step on him a few more times.

But he wanted to clench his hair again, kiss Xie Qingcheng's lips fiercely, no matter what love or hate, he didn't want to hear Xie Qingcheng continue to talk about these self-defeating If so, I don't want to ask Xie Qingcheng to have him in his heart, as long as I can get his flesh and blood, that's fine.

When she was thinking, the paging microphone beside He Yu's ear suddenly rang.

"After Mr. He intercepts the Fengbo system, please hand over the seized Fengbo device to Mr. Duan." The mechanical female voice in the headset gave an order coldly, " Mr. Duan is in the third conference room. waiting for you."

The system was in a hurry and repeated the command three times in succession.

He Yu took a deep breath and tried his best to ease his mind.

The order was so urgent, He Yu knew that he couldn't delay any longer. Since Xie Qingcheng wanted to distinguish between public and private, then let's make it clear first.

So he said to Xie Qing: "... these... these private matters between us will be discussed later. Now you have to cooperate with me and continue the play. I only came back to protect you. Came to this island. Only by working together can Team Zheng and the others be rescued. Do you understand?"

Xie Qingcheng naturally understands the priorities. He, Zheng Jingfeng, and He Yu are actually a team. No matter how much disagreement he and He Yu have, they are still colleagues and teammates.

He finally closed his eyes, answered by default, and let He Yu tie his hands behind his back - Xie Qingcheng had two handcuffs on the waist of his uniform, He Yu simply took the material on the spot , directly took the handcuffs and chained Xie Qingcheng.

Xie Qingcheng: "…"

"It's better than taking you back and putting Mandela in handcuffs." He Yu glanced at his face and saw his resistance to this thing, but still said, "Mandela Della's handcuffs are electric rings, and you'll be electrocuted if you talk back, you wouldn't want to try it."

"..." is very reasonable, Xie Qingcheng was silent, and Tianma took off with He Yu's order and flew towards the main castle.

The main castle of Mandela is a Romanesque style building with thick walls, overlapping arches and domes. The group of castles is huge and complex, and each building is connected by a rough stone corridor. The castle is not decorated with repeated carvings, but is decorated by the evenly cut light and shadow of the colonnade, revealing a rigorous and solemn temperament, which can be seen from the sky. Looking down, the entire main fort complex is like an ancient totem engraved on Mandela Island, hiding unpredictable miracles.

black military uniform. There was no expression on their faces, as if something had swept away the joys, sorrows and joys from their bodies and made them stand like soldiers in chess.

"Mr. He." The leading pair of guards bowed to He Yu, their eyes blank, "Mr. Duan is waiting for you in the third conference room."

After they finished speaking, the two rows of guards behind them repeated this sentence neatly.

"Mr. He, Mr. Duan is waiting for you in the third conference room."

The voice echoed faintly, like some kind of mysterious ritual.

He Yu was accustomed to this. He controlled the reins and let Tianma go all the way to the gate of the arched rough stone gate of the main castle. Qing Cheng pulled down and entered the main fort hall.

Like most Romanesque buildings, Mandela's main fort has a high dome, and the windows are narrow and towering. This design makes the outside light appear dim and blurred, creating a strong sense of holiness With a sense of fantasy, it seems to be at the junction of heaven and earth.

Xie Qingcheng didn't have time to look more, He Yu took him straight to the retro elevator, the elevator went to the ninth floor of the tower, where He Yu's room was.

"I won't take you to Duan Wen's side, so as not to cause problems." The elevator door opened, He Yu and Xie Qingcheng, and the two walked on the long carpet covered with heavy woven woolen carpet. on the corridor.

The two disagreed, and they really carried out their business affairs to the end. No one lost the chain on a key action.

He Yu put his lips against Xie Qingcheng's ear, and said softly behind his ear: "I will lock you in my room, but Duan Wen is not at ease with me, that There is a pinhole monitor in the room, no matter what you see after you go in, don't be too surprised. Be sure to do the same trick as I did, and show the appearance of being imprisoned by me, so he can't be suspicious. The rest, leave it to me then I can."

While they were talking, the two of them had reached the door with a gleaming teak lacquer. There was an exquisite sign on the door with He Yu's name engraved on it.

He Yu whispered: "When you go in, you will be filming TV. Do you remember that we played against each other at school once? That's the feeling. You don't have to take anything seriously. If you have If you want to say something to me, just cough five times in a row, and I will take the opportunity to get close to you. I have tested it, and you can't hear it at this decibel level. Do you remember all these?"

After he finished speaking, he lowered his eyelashes and looked at Xie Qingcheng's profile. Seeing that Xie Qingcheng nodded his head almost indistinctly, He Yu understood that the filming of the two of them would "start".

He firstly pushed Xie Qingcheng roughly under the surveillance camera and pushed him to the teak door, then grabbed his hair and pulled him closer.

"You have no right to resist, Officer Xie." He Yu raised his voice, so that if anyone was staring at the surveillance cameras in the aisle, they could see the relationship between him and Xie Qingcheng. Pushing and shoving, "If you want your Uncle Zheng to live, you'd better be honest and don't make me unhappy at all."

Xie Qingcheng gritted his teeth, his physical weakness made his face abnormally pale, which made him look more like he was humiliated and restrained by irresistible.

He turned his eyes and stared at He Yu's face: "...don't hurt him."

"Oh? Do you care about him so much?"

“…”

He Yu sneered, rubbed his cheeks with his fingers, and looked at his face like the tip of a knife, "But whether I hurt him or not, it all depends on your performance, thank you. police officer."

"..." looked at him, just like when Xie Qingcheng helped He Yu in a show many years ago.

But at that time it was just a school drama, Xie Qingcheng didn't need to cooperate too much, but at this moment, he had to be fully committed, and he couldn't be seen by Mandela's people.

"Go to my room and stay. Thinking of your Uncle Zheng's life, be good."

He Yu said, opened the access control of the biometric system, and brought Xie Qingcheng into his room. With a click, the door closed again behind the two of them.

When Xie Qingcheng saw the layout of He Yu's bedroom, his heart trembled.

He understands why He Yu specially told "No matter what you see after entering, don't be too surprised".

Because I don't know why, this bedroom...is actually completely in accordance with the former He's guest room - that is, Xie Qingcheng's house in the He's house, and even the books on the bookshelf are placed exactly the same...

There is a large solid wood desk by the bed in the bedroom, and a chair is placed in front of the desk. Knowing that there was an invisible camera hidden in the room, He Yu and Xie Qingcheng had a very real entanglement, perhaps because they both had some dark things in their hearts that needed to be vented, and they actually used each other when they started. full force.

Breathing, He Yu finally pressed Xie Qingcheng to the desk, then pushed him into the chair, fixed him with cold handcuffs on the armrest, and then pulled himself out from the chair The therapeutic restraint used at the time of the onset trapped the person in the chair.

Taking this opportunity, He Yu approached him - in Duan Wen's surveillance, it looked like He Yu's natural move to better suppress Xie Qingcheng.

He Yu tied Xie Qingcheng tightly, and whispered in a voice that could not be captured by surveillance: "You don't have to worry here, my room will not be cleaned except for cleaning. There are other people who break in rashly, and I will come back later when I get things sorted out."

Xie Qingcheng's lips slightly opened and closed, almost no waves: "Tie loose."

His voice reached Xie Qingcheng's chest, "I'm your opponent now."

"Fake."

"It's good for you to be clear." He Yu said, "Don't blame me so much, I'm also here to complete the task."

Speaking of the force on his hand, the back of the light blue hand protrudes slightly, he pressed the "prisoner of war" firmly on the office leather chair, and the black treatment belt with a finger width, like a devil The curse seal of Xie Qingcheng passed over Xie Qingcheng's light blue shirt and sealed it staggered.

He Yu tied the person firmly, the young man in the black Mandela uniform, stood up straight, pulled a little distance, looked down at the policeman in the dream breaker uniform, his forehead was messy , the man with some blood on the corner of his mouth.

Fight eyes.

The monitor is dormant in the dark, hidden part of the room.

The show has to continue.

He Yu looked down at him and said coldly, "Xie Qingcheng, did you ever think that you would have this day before?"

“…”

"Have you thought about it?"

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes and ignored him.

He Yu's hand wearing a black half-finger glove stretched out and grabbed Officer Xie's jaw.

He turned his face, forcing him to look at himself.

This situation seemed familiar, and for a moment, they all thought of what happened in the medical competition conference building before—

Because Xie Qingcheng did not know that he was an informant of the police at that time, He Yu was cruel, avenged his personal revenge, and wanted to humiliate him.

But now that he knew that Xie Qingcheng had guessed the truth a long time ago, and thinking back on that experience, he felt a different feeling in his heart.

He stared at Xie Qingcheng's eyes from a close distance, and he couldn't help thinking, what kind of mentality did Xie Qingcheng have at that time to be able to grit his teeth and bear his insults without exposing it?

Blind eyes have no focus, He Yu can't find the answer from inside.

"Xie Qingcheng..." He murmured.

Xie Qingcheng also felt uncomfortable thinking about what happened in the conference room, so he wanted to turn his face away.

This reaction undoubtedly ignited a fire in He Yu's already chaotic heart, and He Yu's sad heart bred a desire.

"Look at me." He changed from choking the other's chin to holding Xie Qingcheng's messy forehead, forcing him to lift up his scarred and bloodstained face and let him Looking back at himself again.

“…”

Xie Qingcheng still wanted to look away.

He Yu's hand was stronger, and he pulled his face over harder: "Look at me!"

The fingers are shaking.

The eyes of the two met at close range again, one second, two seconds...

And then—

In this atmosphere, He Yu felt a burst of irritability and hurt that was almost desperate. Clear lips.

"!"

Even if this behavior is put into a play, it can be regarded as acting on the spot. Xie Qingcheng was caught off guard, his eyes opened slightly, he instinctively wanted to break free, but he could hardly move. He Yu is too tough, and the entanglement is full of impulsiveness, eagerness, desire, and even the instinctive possessiveness in the male bones.

"What are you doing!" During the chaos, Xie Qingcheng bit He Yu's lips abruptly, he gasped, his chest up and down, his eyes pierced at He Yu through the scattered black forehead hair Sick face.

"..." He Yu slowly licked the sweet blood from the corner of his lips, while his thumb rubbed the corner of Xie Qingcheng's mouth, wiping away the red marks like falling plums in the snow . Then he tapped the blood-stained finger pulp on Xie Qingcheng's lips.

He was impulsive, but he still remembered that he was acting, so he slowly stood up straight, after a moment of silence, calmed down his mind, and took the stand of "President He" coldly Answered -

"...What do you think I didn't kill you, but left you in my room?"

He added: "I have to ask this, should I say that Officer Xie is too naive or too ridiculous?"

Xie Qingcheng gasped: "...haven't you played enough yet?"

"..." He Yu paused.

He suddenly found that Xie Qingcheng might not be able to tell the truth from the fake in such a fierce emotional collision. In other words, Xie Qingcheng may have "entered the play" in the chaos because of too much empathy and too much self-blame...

He clearly saw deep disappointment and pain in Xie Qingcheng's eyes. He could feel that Xie Qingcheng's words were inquiring about his sincerity, rather than being a complete joke.

He Yu couldn't help but look away from those eyes, he lowered his eyelashes and remained silent for a while before he could cruelly smile, and then said: "...Yeah, you deceived me like that back then. , I almost lost my life, you say, how can I let you off so easily?"

Speaking, he straightened up and lowered his hands to the waist where Xie Qingcheng was bound, and then when the two separated, He Yu suddenly fixed Xie Qingcheng on the side of the leather buckle A row of equipment bags containing rn-13 concentrated injection and No. 2 serum was found.

"He Yu, you—!"

Xie Qingcheng did not expect He Yu to do this, and there was a trace of panic in his eyes—these were the two most effective potions he used when he was tasked with the Dreambreaker Organization, although it would be harmful to his body Inflict damage, but they are undoubtedly very effective, and if He Yu doesn't let him use them, or simply destroys them, then he can hardly do anything next.

He didn't care about arguing with He Yu any more, and tried his best to warn He Yu with his eyes that he should not act rashly.

But He Yu ignored him.

He Yu just wants to end this "difference" and dialogue that is getting out of control as soon as possible. He took these injections away, and then said slowly: "Okay, I still have things to do. You sit here and wait for me to come back."

"He Yu!"

"How to do a bird in a cage, I don't need to teach you, Xie Qingcheng."

“…”

"Be nice and you can suffer less."

He Yu left a light sentence, and did not meet Xie Qing again, he looked at the time on the watch, then pushed the door and walked out, leaving Xie Qing behind He was sitting alone in this room that looked back in time.

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The beginning of the campus play, and the boss at the back monitors the play.

He Yu: Xie Qingcheng, you can become an actor and win the best performance award.

Xie Qingcheng: Forget it, I have changed enough careers in my life...

He Yu: Then I hope your last job is my wife.

Xie Qingcheng: (frowning) Why aren't you my wife.

He Yu: I am a pure man! Don't sculpt me with clay!

Xie Qingcheng:…