Yan Rong, who was shaggy, shoved his eyes, quickly covered the man's clothes in his arms, and looked over to the living room.

He Qing didn't know why he stopped. He covered his clothes. A pair of watery eyes followed him and met Yan Ze's surprised eyes.

The man panicked immediately, and he reached out unconsciously, blocking Yan Rong.

"A Qing, what are you doing on the balcony?"

But Yan Ze didn't see Yan Rong's soul. He frowned lightly, and looked at He Qing, who had his shirt unbuttoned and only wrapped his hands in his clothes.

He Qing is still flustered, but seeing Yan Ze has no superfluous expressions, his heart is loose, and his body is almost not paralyzed. Fortunately, he is staring at Yan Ze’s ghost with his eyes in the side Lived him.

"I... nothing."

The man stood up stiffly, his hands clasped tightly, "Are you coming to see me?"

"It's okay. I just want to ask if you want to go out to eat together at night. When your door is open, I will come in directly."

Yan Ze was just a stunned effort, and the gentle expression appeared on his face again, but his eyes were always turning on the man who was blushing slightly.

He turned sideways, a pair of slender hands buttoned his shirt, and always had a pale face like ice sculptures. At the moment, he was stained with thin red. Even his eyes looked like he had a layer of water.

This is very wrong.

What I heard before in the company appeared in Yan Ze's mind, even though he had been thinking about it for a long time, his face remained calm.

He smiled softly as before, but he was tempting in his mouth, "When I first came in, it seemed to hear who you were talking to?"

After questioning, Yan Ze stared at He Qing without blinking. Sure enough, he saw a flash of panic in his beautiful eyes and disappeared without a trace.

"No."

The man’s ending sounded slightly higher than before, but he didn’t notice it, “I’m the only one.”

"It seems I heard it wrong."

Yan Ze didn't continue to ask questions, but he was rooted in his heart.

He has always been good at disguising, even if he can’t wait to find out the cause of He Qing’s abnormality at this moment, he just endured it all the time. He laughed like an ordinary friend. "

The thin red on He Qing's face dropped slightly, he clasped his clothes tightly, and his voice returned to calm and cold again, "I'm going to bubble you up."

When the man finished, he walked out of the balcony door and passed Yan Ze. A cold wind blew through, blowing away He Qing's collar, which was close to his skin, revealing the large ambiguousness below.

Both of them were shivered by the cold wind, Yan Ze's eyes fixed on the traces of being bitten out at a glance.

He usually finds relief when the pressure is high, but he is familiar with such marks, but he did not expect that these kiss marks will appear on He Qing, who has always been clean and self-pride.

Too late to think, Yan Ze pulled out the man, and when he saw him frowning to break away, the voice almost asked him, "A Qing, what's going on with you?"

Feeling that a pair of cold hands was touching the neck ambiguously, He Qing even heard a cold sneer. He grabbed the shirt with one hand and put the collar that was opened by Yan Rong back with the other hand. go back.

"Nothing to do with you."

The cold answer, like a piece of ice cone, was firmly inserted in Yan Ze's heart.

Has nothing to do with him?

He chased He Qing for five years and obviously could go on to further study, but he just came to the company with him. He usually asked for help. He Qing didn't need to say anything to go directly. Now he said, it has nothing to do with him?

"You go sit and I will make tea in the kitchen."

He Qing didn't seem to see Yan Ze's ugly look at all. He said a little and went straight to the kitchen.

Yan Ze's mind was in a trance, and he didn't find the man's pace was soft at all, and his walk was obviously stiff.

This is of course because of the ghost hanging on him.

He Qing took out the tea leaves from the cupboard and made quiet tea. Yan Rong hugged him from behind and whispered in his ear with a cheerful voice. "Did you see his ugly face? Really relieved."

Contemplating Yan Ze in the living room, the man lowered his eyes and did not intend to answer the ghost's words behind him.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Yan Rong's happy expression suddenly sank. He raised his eyebrows and asked coldly, "Are you not talking to me because of the smiling tiger?"

The white fingers spilling tea were paused, and He Qing lowered his eyes, squeezing a small voice from his throat, "No."

"is it?"

Yan Rong sneered, let go of the slender waist in his arms, and walked out of the way.

The man frowned sharply and turned to look at him, "Where are you going?"

"Don't worry, I didn't intend to kill him." Seeing him respond so much, the ghost's face was even more ugly.

I don't know if it was because I wanted to retaliate against Yan Ze too much. He Qing cared about Yan Ze, and he felt uncomfortable in his heart.

Yan Rong swaggered to the living room under He Qing's worried eyes.

There is a wall between the living room and the kitchen. Although it can be passed by just a slight turn, standing in the living room, you can't see the kitchen.

In the same way, men are in the kitchen and can't see the living room.

He was worried that Yan Rong would start with Yan Ze, speeding up, carrying out a tea cup, and after seeing the scene in front of him, his face looked strange.

Yan Ze hugged the pillow, his cold face turned white, and when He Qing came out, he quickly dropped the pillow and explained a little embarrassedly, "I don't know why recently, I always feel cold."

He Qing glanced and lay lazily beside him when Deng Erlang watched the soul of TV, calmed his expression, and slowly lowered the cup in his hand.

"It's still good for your tea. Every time I go to a teahouse outside, it's not as good as yours."

Yan Ze seemed to have forgotten the unpleasantness just now, and smiled and picked up the tea cup to boast.

"He lied to you." Yan Rong didn't have any image, tilted his two long legs on the coffee table, yawned, and said lazily, "My good brother never goes to any teahouse, people love Go to the bar and find a one-night stand."

He said, thinking of what stood on the sofa, walked over from Yan Ze, who was not aware of it, and came to the man. The cold hands, slow and ambiguous, gently stroked this overly beautiful face.

"That's it, they will hook up in the bar for a while, and then open the room directly." The air-conditioned ghost maliciously brought his whole body close to the man and breathed in his earlobe. "Do you know what Yan Ze likes?"

"Sorry enough, willing to accompany him to play that disgusting game."

He was humiliating in the ear of the man, but He Qing didn't change his face. Except that his face was frozen and pale, he didn't even twitch his eyelashes.

Yan Rong felt bored and broke away from the man, leaning on the sofa as if he had no bones. "I didn't understand why he likes role-playing when I checked him before, and also made those princess ducks appear inaccessible to icebergs. It’s been a long time because of us.”

He Qing lowered his eyes slightly, took a sip from the teacup, and warmed the tea into his mouth, warming all parts of his body, finally dispelling the chill brought by Yan Rong before.

He opened his mouth, but refused lightly, "I eat at home at night and I won't go out with you."

Although he had long guessed that he would refuse, Yan Ze felt uncomfortable when he was really rejected, especially when he thought of those big red marks.

"A Qing, why don't you give me a chance."

Yan Ze's eyes looked at He Qing tenderly, and his expression brought sadness again, "I have loved you for so many years and pursued you for so many years. What's wrong with me? Tell me, I can change it!"

"Oh, play the sympathy card."

The ghost lying comfortably, seeing Yan Ze's expression, shouted at him, "Don't toss about it, your home A Qing was already done by me."

"Even if you really catch it, it is also a used goods that I used!"

Yan Ze's words were naturally inaudible, and he could only see the man's expression stiffen.

Not afraid of He Qing's reaction, but fear of no response.

Thinking this way, his expression was more gentle and firm, "A Qing, before I pursued you, the reason for your rejection is because..."

"do not talk!"

He Qing, who had just kept his indifferent expression, froze, and the subconscious slam prevented Yan Ze from continuing.

Yan Ze was stunned by his attitude for a while, and then he recovered only half-sounded, his eyes gleaming bitterly.

"So, can't I mention him?"

"Since this is the case, why are you with others?" Yan Ze said, with complexity in his eyes, looking at the man he had liked for so long.

"A Qing, since others can, why can't I!"

"Don't say it." He Qing had stood up, his heart beating fast, and the banging sound reached Yan Rong's ear.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at them thoughtfully.

He Qing began to drop off passengers, "You go first, don't come again next time."

"You... drive me away?"

Yan Ze flashed the injury in his eyes, and he didn't know if it was true or false.

He slumped his shoulders low, his voice low, "I'm sorry A Qing, I won't mention him again next time."

"I'm leaving now, don't be angry."

The man stood and watched his friends from childhood grow up, leaving no emotion in his eyes, only a faint piece.

"Cappa!"

Yan Rong on the sofa sneered and clapped, "It's such a big show, I'm going to cry."

He Qing's eyes twitched slightly against his back, and he was about to turn around. Next, the ghost's cold hands crawled into his clothes.

With a chilling touch, Yan Rong asked lowly, "Do you have someone you like?"

Since he turned into a ghost, he seemed to be really ghostly, and with just a word, the coldness in it would make people shudder.

Feeling his body froze, Yan Rong narrowed his eyes, his head, and slowly fell on the man's round shoulder. "Why don't I know about this? Yan Ze knows clearly."

He asked, "Why aren't you with that person? Does he despise you as a mother?"

"Or, he thinks you are not easy to use?"

After saying this, the ghost denied it by himself, "No, you are doing it, you are obviously very comfortable, and even I will be mesmerized by you."

His body was as stiff as a stone, and Yan Rong didn't care, just like the snake had to do before swallowing food. A little bit, He Qing was tight.

Seeing the man not answering, he lowered his hand and lengthened his voice, "Say..."

He Qing closed his eyes, covering the sadness under his eyes.

His voice was soft and calm, "He is dead."

The hand that fell on him paused.

He Qing was angry at the ghost for the first time, obviously in a dull tone, but it made his anger audible.

"Now, can you take your hand away?"

Yan Rongguo really let go and watched the man who had always been like a wooden man, except for a cold face on the bed, and his face sank.

He followed suit, and when He Qing went to get the incense again, what flashed through his brain quickly, Yan Rong narrowed his eyes and asked, "Is that bottle your old lover?"

He Qing was about to ignite Xiang's hand in the air, he lowered his eyes, "Well."

Oh, sure enough.

It has long been seen that he is different from the unknown bottle.

Yan Rong looked at the pale cold face of the man, his heart was empty, unspeakable uncomfortable.

He blamed these discomforts for not retaliating with He Qing.

So the ghost's cruel lips whispered and announced, "Then you may be in vain, there is nothing in that bottle."

"I know."

He Qing returned to him lightly, holding the incense in his hand, and inserted it in the incense altar in front of the bottle.

Yan Rong followed him, watching the man's almost religious movements, his eyes chilled.

"You said I need to stay in this house for a month, is it just for this bottle?"

His words were thoughtful.

At first he thought why Qing was to harm him, but as he said, He Qing knew that Yan Rong was trapped here and could not get out, maybe the man didn't know what means to trap him.

Later he thought, maybe it was because Yan Ze, his half-brother, who claimed to be a good brother of He Qing's friend.

But the man's attitude was not as if he was regarded as a friend. When Yan Rong was still alive, He Qing once thought that he hated himself and deliberately made that dead face look at him.

But after turning into a ghost and seeing his mode of getting along with Yan Ze, Yan Rong had to admit that his big brother was called to be unwilling to see him compared to him.

It is also rare that Yan Ze is willing to frustrate and brave.

None of the above reasons are true. Without Yan Ze's relationship, He Qing has no hatred against him, so what is the reason for trapping him?

Yan Rong hadn't figured it out yet, but at the moment, when he saw the man's piously fragrant back, he seemed to figure it out.

Captive of a ghost, of course, for another ghost.

When this thought rose, the ghost's outrage was angry. I wonder if it was because I found myself being used, or because the man who had been suppressed by him had actually used him as a tool.

He walked over slowly, no matter what he thought in his heart, his face was still as usual as it was.

I glanced at the incense burner, which was covered with incense ash. It seemed that I had been worshipping for at least ten days.

He woke up only five days, which means He Qing was planning this matter from the beginning.

There is a deeper one, but Yan Rong does not want to think about it anymore.

"How do you know it?"

He Qing's hand shook while holding Xiang. His beautiful eyes were fixed on the bottle, and his voice fluctuated. "It's a classmate."

"Oh, it's green plums and horses." Yan Rong sneered disdainfully, expressing his disdain, but continued to ask like self-abuse.

"It likes you too?"

"No." The man who has been facing the ghost's silent silence has asked questions at this moment. He did not look back, and his voice passed to Yan Rong's ear lightly.

"He likes girls."

"And, hate men."

"Oh……"

Hearing this, the ghost was excited for some reason, no longer as strange as before, "So how did it die?"

He Qing slowly inserted the last joss stick into the incense burner. There was a little more hatred in his eyes. "He was killed."

"Is it so miserable? It's a fight with me." I don't know if it is too boring. Yan Rong chuckled and said, "Aren't I also killed? By you and Yan Ze, Teamed up and killed."

The man stood stiffly in front of the incense burner with a light voice, like in a dream, "You don't have to worry, you will be free in twenty-five days."

"What if you are free."

Yan Rong yawned and didn't care, "Did you not find it? They can't see me, hear me, feel me except you, even after twenty-five days I can go out, except everywhere Gone with the wind, what else can you do."

After he finished speaking, there was a trace of cunning in his eyes, and he asked He Qing, "General President He, since you know how to trap me, do you know how to make me run into someone?"

He Qing turned around, and his beautiful eyes still had a faint look, still as if he were dead, "I don't know."

"Your task is to stay here for twenty-five days."

The ghost who had been talking to him for a long time suddenly sullen his face. He froze a cold smile, and a murmured voice sounded.

"Did you know? I really hate you like this. I always look at everything, as if I didn't put anything in my eyes."

"I used to think when I was in the company, when would it be fun to take your iceberg face off..."

Yan Rong came to the man's side with a cold smile, his hands slipped a little behind his back.

Seeing his throat roll up and down, trying to restrain himself, a glance in his eyes, half-truth, said, "You are so smooth and tender, even after twenty-five days, I guess I don't want to go."

"He Qing..."

The ghost was lying on the shoulder of the man, his hands wrapped around him, and He Qing was trapped in the cold arms. He squinted and softly proposed, "It's better to be like this, I have been with you all the time, we are a ghost couple, how kind?"

He Qing turned his back to him, and Yan Rong couldn't see him drooping down his eyes as if to cover, and could only hear the man's cold rejection.

"impossible."

The ghost's pale face gloomed.

His abilities seem to be getting stronger and stronger, but his heart moved, and the temperature of the whole house has dropped. The man in his arms was so cold that he could not help but shudder, but he still didn't make a sound.

"Good!" Yan Rong was very angry, although he didn't know where this anger came from.

He lowered his head, biting the man’s small earlobe, and deliberately used force, as if threatening, lowering his voice and asking him, "You are planning to wait until I am gone, to your old lover, ah, wrong, to that man Does the lonely ghost make a place?"

The man didn't answer, and he didn't mind. He lowered his hand and gave a chuckle, but his eyes were cold.

"You dream!"

【Ding! Yan Rong's favor: 60】