Since this conversation, Yan Rong consciously discovered the reason why the man trapped himself. He held a breath in his heart. The original method of He Qingshun gradually calming down became fierce, and the tossing man was miserable.

He was cold, but when he arrived on the bed, ghosts always had various ways to make men cry and beg for mercy. Yan Rong was not tired of this game, and even reached the point of obsession.

Yan Rong is also a man. To be fair, if someone dares to treat himself like this, he must unscrew that person's head even if he is dead, but when he is indifferent to He Qing, he is biting his teeth.

Even though the ghost insulted him a lot, and his body was mottled, He Qing insisted on coming back every day, Yan Rong looked at him, and his heart was even more angry.

He Qing came back very early that day. As before, he was dragged into the room as soon as he entered the door, his clothes were ripped off, and the man gasped lightly, letting the ghosts grope.

"Mr. He."

Yan Rong was on his head. When he raised his eyes, he saw He Qing frown lightly. He suddenly crawled over the white body like a handle, and asked lightly in the ear of the man, "I got you Are you uncomfortable? Why is this expression?"

He Qing pursed her lips, her pale face lifted slightly, and looked at a malicious ghost.

A cold voice sounded, "No."

"Isn't it exciting enough?" Yan Rong replied, pretending not to hear the man at all.

"He always likes me to get you this way? Otherwise, why would I come back so early every time."

"Now..." He was like a snake, slowly pressing on the man's body, gently stroking the face that was more beautiful than the woman's face, a little more excited in his eyes.

"Did you like me?"

The man's eyelashes twitched slightly, and even small movements, even Yan Rong didn't find it. He looked away and stopped looking at ghosts. His voice was still cold, "No."

Relentlessly denied, Yan Rong's face looked ugly, and his hand touching He Qing's face slammed hard and kissed the person.

From the ghost's point of view, the man seems to be made of water, and it is soft and slippery everywhere, so that he can't put it down. He seems to have found his favorite toy, playing with it without wanting to let go.

Yan Rong was indulged in the feeling of unbearable enjoyment, and one inadvertently raised his eyes, but met He Qing's still frowning brows.

He clenched his hands slightly, and his heart was cold.

Whether he is a man or a ghost, this man will always make him unhappy.

Yan Rong couldn't help thinking of the last words.

He Qing has someone he likes. He is willing to be tortured under him for that person.

Just for that person.

Jealous, it grew out quietly in the corner of the heart.

Yan Rong got up and pulled the man vigorously. When he saw that he opened a pair of kissed eyes, he looked at it with some doubt and pulled out a smile.

"Isn't President He disgusting enough? Let's play something fresh today."

Looking at the ghost's smile, the man's heart rose uneasy, before he could speak, the whole person was dragged to the floor-to-ceiling window, the ghost pressed on him, the voice was cold, but he was laughing again, "Today, here, OK it is good?"

"No... no!"

With a white face, He Qing struggled hard to leave, but because of Yan Rong behind him, he didn't need much effort.

He Qing’s home is not very high-level. It is just outside the window, the prosperous street underneath, passing pedestrians, and looking out from the window, it can be said that it is clearly visible.

In the same way, as long as the people below raise their heads, they can easily see the scene on the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The man had been ripped off his shirt long ago, and his fair skin was directly attached to the glass at this moment. I don't know if it was frozen or frightened, and my body was shaking.

"Yan Rong, don't stay here..."

Hearing the trembling in the man's voice, the ghost smiled, "Are you afraid? What are you afraid of, they can't see me again."

"Even if someone really looks up, he sees you are always entertaining yourself."

The more he said this, the more trembling He Qing was. His body clung tightly to the glass, and the ghost was cold again from behind, and his lips were white with cold, shaking and begging, "Can I not be here..."

The cold ghost hands holding him behind him relaxed. The man was relieved and was about to turn away from the floor-to-ceiling window, but his hands pressed him hard with force.

"Hmm..." He Qing screamed in pain.

The ghost bullied him, his cold lips covered the white earlobe, and he gave a low laugh. The magnetic voice was full of ridicule. "Do you think you are qualified to ask for anything now?"

"You He Qing owes me!"

He narrowed his eyes and pulled off the remaining fabric in He Qing's body with one hand. In his intermittent and repressive pain, the tone was dark, "This is what you deserve!"

The man propped his hands on the floor-to-ceiling windows, his body stretched tightly because of his tension, and his usual calm eyes stared down at him, fearing which of the passers-by would suddenly look up.

Everyone passing by can make him nervous.

In the end, He Qing was about to collapse. He put down all his dignity, embraced the ghost instead, and begged him with a crying voice, "Yan Rong, go to bed."

"Please……"

Seeing that he was soft, the ghost leaned over and hugged the man, and pressed him on the bed. He whispered in the ear of the man whose mind was not yet clear, "He, call me by name, cry."

He Qing was blindfolded, his hands hugged his neck, and he obediently called him with a choked voice, "Yan Rong, Yan Rong... slow down..."

The request was met, Yan Rong put away his grief, he even gently touched He Qing's face.

The condescending help men wipe away their tears, and the ghost leaned over, "He Zong, I started to like you."

The man who was immersed in confusion was suddenly froze, but the man said, "If I can do you all the time, this kind of life seems pretty good."

He Qing turned his head slightly, his stiff body softened, but he hugged the ghost's hand tightly.

——

"Mr. He, your coffee."

The man was already drowsy. Hearing the secretary's clear voice, his shoulders sank sharply. He opened his eyes tiredly and nodded. "Let's go."

The secretary hesitated to put down the coffee, looked at He Qing's complexion, and hesitated, "Mr. He, your complexion hasn't looked good recently. Would you like to go to the hospital?"

He Qing shook his head, "It's okay, go busy."

Seeing the man's pale face, the secretary tried to persuade him, but he turned around and left the office.

When she was gone, He Qing wiped her face, picked up the coffee, and drank it in one breath.

Recently, he has always been very sleepy. He needs coffee to lift his mind a little, and his body slowly weakens. Even after leaving home and working in the company, he still feels cold for a while.

The man tightened his jacket with his face blank, and the sun was just right, but he could not feel a little temperature when it was sprinkled on his body.

Yan Ze stood outside the door and knocked.

Seeing the man looking up, he came over and looked at He Qing's ugly face and frowned, "What's wrong with you recently? His face is so bad?"

Treating Yan Ze can't be as perfunctory as treating a secretary. He Qingyan is still on the contract at hand, the tone is faint, "I've been insomnia recently."

"insomnia?"

Yan Ze’s eyes are more worried, “A Qing, insomnia is not a trivial matter. Look at you now. You are pale like a ghost. It’s only been a few days. You have lost so much weight. I know an old Chinese medicine doctor. You have a good body, don’t leave after work, go with me to see the disease."

"no need."

The man politely refused, "It's no big deal, I will adjust myself."

Does he adjust? How to adjust?

Yan Ze likes He Qing and naturally pays more attention to him.

During this period of time, he always saw the abnormality of men. He was always late in the morning and left early in the afternoon. If it was not for this company that had most of his shares, it would have been an accident.

This is not the point. The point is that He Qing's face is visible at a speed that is visible to the naked eye. It is difficult to look day by day. He was originally white, but he used to have fair skin, but now it is pale.

Yan Ze looked at the man. He lowered his head slightly, and his eyes fell on the documents. Under the beautiful eyes, there was a faint layer of bluish violet, and then down, the color of the original ruddy lips also faded.

Seeing that He Qing was still not working properly, Yan Ze was worried and angry for him. He held the man's hand, "A Qing, you must go to the hospital to see..."

The tentacles were cold, and Yan Ze's words fell into the air.

"Why are your hands so cold? Didn't you wear a lot?"

He Qing frowned, withdrew his hands vigorously, and looked at Yan Ze with cold eyes, "I say it again, it has nothing to do with you."

"A Qing..."

Yan Ze was stunned, his eyes full of injuries, "I care about you!"

A pair of men with tired eyes met his eyes.

His voice was very soft, but he fell into Yan Ze's heart like a boulder. "If I didn't sit in this position, would you be like this?"

Yan Ze froze and found his tongue halfway through, "What do you mean..."

"Don't you want to use me strong in high school that year?"

Yan Ze has always known that He Qing's eyes are very beautiful, but he never thought that when he looked over with his beautiful eyes, it would make him feel like he was poured from the head by a bucket of cold water, and it was cold to his heart.

"At that time, what did you think?"

The man was expressionless and said to him, "He's family is dead, no one can protect He Qing anymore, so you can shoot out without any care, don't care if you will be rejected by me, or care about me Will it be painful."

"Ah... Aqing, not what you think."

Yan Ze stood stiffly, trying hard to explain, "I was just drunk that day. You know I always like you. Later, didn't I stop?"

He Qing looked at him, his nice voice was still dull, as if there was no emotion at all, "Why do you let me go, we all know clearly."

"You chose to start with me after I didn't have asylum. After learning that I still have an uncle to protect, I changed back to the friend who was good to me."

"Yan Ze, you always like to like, what you call like, is when I was in trouble, I kept saying that I would be with me, while telling your grandfather the news I got from me, let him annex our family? !"

The last sentence, like a giant thunder, hit Yan Ze heavily. He was in a trance and his eyes were confused.

"You know, you always know..."

He had never thought about it, and the person knew that it was completely concealed.

"Yes, I know." He Qing lowered his eyes and stopped looking at him. "Can you go now?"

Yan Ze stepped forward to the table violently, "You always know why you have never retaliated against me? According to your ability, as long as you shoot, I definitely have no power to fight back."

His eyes were scary and full of hope, "A Qing, you like me, you like me, right? It's because I like me, so I don't want to deal with me or expose me."

"Yes, because of this, you have refused to agree to my pursuit, not because of him at all!" Yan Ze guessed, his mouth twitched because of his fantasies, "because you are angry with me, right!"

He Qing frowned, entangled with him.

"I don't retaliate against you, just because I retaliate against you, it's no use to me."

His eyes were cool, and there was no feeling in his gaze to Yan Ze. "If you are useful, I will definitely start with you without hesitation."

This answer was inserted into Yan Ze's heart like a sword. His eyes were dazed and he took a step back.

Almost unbelievable, "You mean, am I not even qualified to be used?"

The man turned a page of the contract and said lightly, "Not necessarily."

His remarks were not taken by Yan Ze in his heart. He Qing knew that he had always thought he had concealed good things. He Qing had long known that Yan Ze was bad for the whole person.

It's hard to imagine what kind of heart He Qing has been in these years, watching him pretend to be gentle to please himself.

No wonder, no wonder he refused to accept him.

Yan Ze knew that he was in a state of embarrassment now. He didn't want He Qing to see the look on his face, so he hung his head deadly and his voice was a little flustered.

"A Qing, I was young at the time, I was wrong, but I have been compensating..."

He didn’t look up, and naturally couldn’t see He Qing’s expression. When he saw the compensation, the man sitting behind the desk clenched his hands violently, his eyes flashing sharply, but as if afraid of his discovery, his hands slowly loosened. After the opening, the expression was also covered up.

"You go out first. I have a headache, and I want to sleep for a while."

His voice was still so calm, listening to Yan Ze's ears, but let him relax slowly.

After all, He Qing has always been in this tone, if he is really angry with him, it will not be so plain.

He now can’t wait to hold the man to the sky. Of course, what he said is what Yan Ze lowered his head and said warmly, "Then I will go first, you have a good rest."

After going out, Yan Ze closed the door.

Out of the man's eyes, he exhaled heavily, only to find that his back was already wet with sweat.

He really didn't expect that He Qing would know what happened to the He family, and he was also involved in it.

He Qing's attitude towards him has been cold all these years, but Yan Ze always thinks he is remembering high school. After all, the relationship between the two was good before, and He Qing is not as indifferent as he is now.

But he could not think of it because of this.

At that time, the He family had an accident, and he was sad to see He Qingmai drunk. While he was distressed, he secretly rejoiced in his heart.

After all, he has always liked He Qing, but their family background is quite the same. He Qing has always shown that he doesn't like men, and Yan Ze can't help but be in pain.

So after finding out that the person he likes had no protection, he was excited.

He went to drink with He Qing that day. When they came back, they were both drunk. When it was night, they walked to the equipment room where sports equipment was placed. Yan Ze was the squad leader. He always had the key in his hand.

The dizzy friend who drank helped walked in. He looked at the delicate face and couldn't help but kiss.

He Qing woke up at that time, he looked at Yan Rong with a disgusted look, pushed him away with a cold face and was about to leave.

Yan Ze was slapped, his head tilted to the side, and in the dark, he looked at the thin He Qing to push the door and wanted to leave.

He likes this person for so long, and now it is just a kiss, why is there such a big reaction?

Yan Ze admits that he was premeditated at that time, otherwise he would not carry the key with him, but he never thought of using strong people he likes.

He just drank too much...

Moreover, the situation at that time, the He family had indeed fallen, He Qingcai high school, Grandpa clearly told him, He family is over.

Since A Qing can no longer be protected by others like before, sacred and inviolable, is it not good to protect him with him?

With this thought in mind, Yan Ze pulled out He Qing like crazy, forcing him to kiss him in his angry shouts.

That day, if there were no accidents, He Qing, who had been weak since childhood, would definitely be pressed under him.

But accidentally happened.

Yan Ze put his hands down blankly, covering up all emotions, and the secretary came over.

"Manager Yan."

He held out his hand and stopped the secretary. There was still a gentle smile on his face, and his voice was soft. "He is on lunch break, you will come again later."

"Okay, thank you Manager Yan for reminding."

After seeing the secretary saying Xie left on high heels, Yan Ze's eyes sank.

Yan Rong, who is favored by the old man, is dead. He will be the only heir of the Yan family. When he gets the Yan family, he will no longer be a **** manager.

At that time, even if A Qing could not be suppressed, it was definitely not a relationship between superiors and subordinates.

Now there is no Yan Rong hindering him, he will eventually get A Qing.

Will!

At more than four o'clock in the afternoon, Yan Ze looked at the man in a hurry, as if nothing had happened, and said softly to He Qing, "A Qing, do you have a meal together at night? I'll pay you a good guilt. "

"Nope."

After the man politely refused, his pace accelerated and left the company door.

Yan Ze's face was ugly for a moment, and he quickly recovered, looking at his back, his eyes were heavy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

————

He Qing opened the door and faced Yan Rong's handsome face. Although this scene had appeared countless times, the man was still frightened.

There was no superfluous expression on his face, and the surprise at the moment was enough to make the ghost laugh as expected.

After laughing, his expression was boring again, "How come you came back so late today?"

Four o'clock is considered to be early retirement, but He Qing didn't refute his words, while changing shoes, he answered quietly, "I handle some things in the company."

"Don't forget, I used to be your assistant. The company has so many people going up and down every day. Where do you need your boss to work!"

Yan Rong narrowed his eyes and leaned suspiciously on the man. When he saw his expression unchanged, he continued to ask, "Speak, what the **** is going on."

"It's nothing." He Qing's expression was light, and his pale lips opened and closed. "Some things that must be handled by me."

The ghost was dubious, but looking at the beautiful man who changed his shoes and stood up again, his eyes lit up slightly, and he had no time to ask.

After this night, he hugged He Qing and Dang Erlang said, "For the sake of us, we have had a few dews of love, to remind you, my good brother has always been eyeing the company, if you are Give him the same authority as before, be careful he stabbed you in the back."

"This is what he does best."

Yan Rong is not kind, but expects these two men to turn their backs. When he is alive, his greatest hobby is stepping on Yan Ze. When Yan Ze is not happy, he is also happy.

Although he is now the one whom Yan Ze likes, but in the end the guy didn't know it was him. If one day he knew what He Qing could not help, he was pressed down by Yan Rong.

Yan Rong licked his lips, lowered his voice, and said in He Qing's ear, "Don't thank me for reminding you of Yan Ze's true face?"

The man's eyes, all covered with mottled marks, flickered slightly. He didn't look at Yan Rong and said softly, "Thank you for reminding me."

"Hah, you're welcome." Seeing him listen, the ghost smiled contentedly, and rolled over and pressed the person under him.

"How about thanking me with my body?"

After that, it was another flip.

After the end, the man's voice was crying, his face was full of tears, and he looked very embarrassed.

Yan Rong was a little unhappy, but when he saw the miserable appearance he was tossing about himself, he had no choice but to close his hand. He leaned against the wall and made a loud noise.

"In the end, Mr. He, you are too charming, or is it more powerful to be a ghost? We have been playing all night, and I am still excited."

He Qing had no energy to speak for a long time, he gasped lightly, listening to the ghosts around him.

"I especially want Yan Ze to look at you like this and let him know that the person he likes is felt by others."

The man who listened quietly breathed and his body stiffened. He dumbly spoke and tried hard to say, "No."

Seeing Yan Rong looked over, He Qing said intermittently, "You can't do this."

"Relax." Seeing him refuse, Yan Rong evoked a self-deprecating smile. "I'm a ghost, and he can't see me again."

"However, if he can see, I must go to you in front of him, Mr. He, you are so face-to-face, you will die or live on the floor-to-ceiling windows. If you are really seen, will you say you will come down to accompany me?" "

He Qing's pale face was even whiter when he heard the ghost's words. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he still didn't say it.

Seeing him being silent, Yan Rong leaned down, and a handsome face with a flamboyant face directly pointed at He Qing's face.

Full of malice, "He Zong, you will not forget, you and his partner killed me?"

Seeing the man just not talking in white, the ghost raised his eyebrows, his voice darkened, "I'm dead, didn't you let me go?"

"Is it imprisoned here to let me **** you day and night, are you very happy?"

His hand fell on the man's face, but his expression was slightly startled.

This face is ice.

Yan Rong frowned, pulling over the hands of a man who had long been unable to resist, and his long, white fingers fell down, falling into the hands of ghosts.

It's also ice.

This is not normal.

He has been a ghost for more than ten days. In these ten days, no matter what he is exposed to, his cold body is warm and even hot.

Every time He Qing held him, he was warmly like being in a hot spring, which is why he became more and more fascinated with **** with men.

But now, he felt the coldness of He Qing.

Yan Rong hesitated, reached out and touched the edge of the bed.

The normal feel is no longer the same as before, it feels like touching a cup of hot water.

The ghost froze down on the ground and stepped on the smooth ground. It was still unbelievable. "Can I feel the temperature?"

He Qing was lying on the bed helplessly, watching him rejoicing and unbelievable, the corner of his mouth slightly curled up a little arc, and quickly fell.

Yan Rong couldn't take care of him anymore. He went to the balcony and shouted loudly, "Hey--"

A few elementary school students passing by were passing by, and they raised their heads curiously when they heard the shouts, and looked at Yan Rong. One of the children asked in a childish voice, "Are you calling us?"

Can hear him...

Can see him...

An uncontrollable smile appeared on Yan Rong's face. This smile was getting bigger and bigger, and it could even be called crazy.

No one knew that when He Qing was not at home, he ran to the balcony and screamed frantically at the bottom.

The old lady who was buying vegetables, the bargaining vendor, and the young girl passing by, didn't take care of him.

Everyone seems to exclude him from this world, except He Qing, no one can see him, no one knows his existence.

Yan Rong was so happy and crazy that suddenly his thoughts calmed down.

Since those people can already see him, does it mean that he can take revenge?

Don't look at him as if he was only immersed in the affairs with men these days, but if he has the ability, how can Yan Rong let go of revenge?

Especially, the man who killed him is still his good brother.

The ghost lowered his head, looked at his hands, and laughed wildly.

Kill Yan Ze, kill that guy.

He Qing!

The man who imprisoned him here!

How to punish him?

Thinking of a man, Yan Rong's expression slightly moved, and he was in a hyperactive brain, calming down a bit.

He walked into the bedroom and saw that the man who was just reluctant to talk to himself could not help being tired and slumbering past. His eyes narrowed and he flirted and sat beside the bed.

Yan Rong looked down at He Qing's face.

He closed his eyes, frowned, even in his sleep, his face was pale, his eyes were blue and purple, his lips were slightly open, and the lips were light-colored, and the whole person looked very sick.

The ghost knew why.

He Qing had to go to work during the day, leaving him alone at home, he could only watch the TV that he had never watched before, and he had no time to play, and he could not eat. This is as good as the past life of the young dude. Torture.

So when you meet the only one you can play with, you are more enthusiastic.

Every time, the man will be dragged away as soon as he enters the house, on the sofa, bed, or even the floor, balcony, floor-to-ceiling windows, endlessly, until the sun rises, He Qing needs to go to work.

Yan Rong has always believed that He Qing said that he was going to work, in fact, to avoid himself. After all, he used to be a man’s assistant, knowing clearly that as long as he didn’t want to, he didn’t have to deal with many things in person.

But now looking at his tired face, maybe this man is really going to work.

The ghost pinched the sleeping man's nose, watching him frown more nervously, scratching the air weakly with his hand, and opened his eyes. The beautiful eyes were displayed in front of Yan Rong.

Yan Rong, like a child who succeeded in mischief, laughed outrageously and cruelly, and slowly let go of his ghost hand under the struggle of a man.

"Is it painful?" He never forgot to remind He Qing of the sins he committed, "When I was burnt alive by fire, it was more than a hundred times more painful than you."

"Cough cough cough--"

He Qing coughed painfully because he was choking with too much breath before.

His eyes were weak because of a coughing red, and he slowly looked up at the ghost, and his voice trembled and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"Stuck in the seat, surrounded by fire, burned alive, you said it hurts or not." Yan Rong sneered sarcastically.

"Speaking of it, I always thought I wasn't afraid of pain. After all, I haven't cried since I remembered. Even when my mother died, no tears shed."

"Do you know why?" He looked down and looked down like a man who didn't dare to listen anymore, and said slowly, one by one, "Because I know, crying is useless, only you are stronger, In order to avenge those who should be retaliated against."

"But..." the ghost shrugged. "If I remember correctly, I should have shed a lot of tears before I died, although it was only a physiological reaction, maybe it was not tears, but the juice melted by the fire."

He Qing's head was even lower, his body trembling, and he seemed to be afraid of what the ghost said. Yan Rong looked at it, and there was a cold piece in his eyes.

"Can't you see how timid you are? When you left me, did you think of this scene? I was trapped in the seat and couldn't move or leave. I could only watch the fire around me. A little bit, slowly, burn me to death."

Seeing that the man was still just silently bowing his head, Yan Rong suddenly felt a little angry. He didn't know where his anger came from, but he knew he didn't want to stay in a room with He Qing anymore.

Otherwise, he might not be able to strangle the person and may not.

After all, it was his self that became this, didn't he?

The ghost was gone, leaving only the man on the bed in the room.

He Qing tried his best to restrain the trembling body, and slowly raised his face. At that moment, the pale face was already full of tears.

He held a corner of the quilt in his mouth, his eyes full of pain, and hid his whimper in his throat, preventing himself from making a sound.

The ghost's ears are very sensitive, and he can hear them easily, so he can't even cry, even when crying.

After Yan Rong went to the balcony and shouted a few times to get a few neurological responses, he came back and only saw the man tightened in the quilt, like he was sleeping, he didn’t need to sleep, but he didn’t plan to die. The man who was tossing all night, then simply studied what he could suddenly see.

When He Qing slept in the morning and woke up at night, the ghost had been impatient for a long time. He dragged the man whose eyes were still red, and pressed him impatiently.

"Don't, I'm uncomfortable..." The man who hadn't eaten day and night refused softly, "I haven't eaten yet."

"It doesn't matter, I feed you."

Yan Rong whispered in his ear and was about to continue his movement, his pale to almost transparent ear moved.

After a few seconds, he slowly hooked his lips, put down the weak man and got out of bed to open the door.

Five minutes later, Yan Ze took the doctor upstairs, and when the door was open again, his eyes flashed suspiciously.

Turned his head to the doctor and said warmly, "Wait first, let me go in and see."

After setting up the doctor, he gently opened the door and walked in.

The closer to the bedroom, the finer and denser, the more sobbing like a kitten choked, this is He Qing's voice.

Yan Ze's face was dark, and his body almost shivered.

Last time he did not find the person who dared to touch his favorite, this time, he must find out who it is!

With a sullen face, he slowly unscrewed the handle.

"Don't, don't do this..." He Qing showed his shoulders clean and was crying with a cry.

A man turned his back to him, and when he heard the movement, he hugged the man tightly and turned his face to look at it.

A pale face, evil spirits raised his lips.

He said, "Brother, I haven't seen you for a long time."