Zhao He leaned on the railing and looked at the young man's nod when he was excited, and his eyes were pure trust, as if it were still like that time. At that time, no matter what he said, He Qing looked at him like this. , What did he think about eight years ago?

He feels that A Qing is really cute, so he easily believes others, what can he do if he is cheated in the future? So he has to stay with A Qing all the time, so that he won't be hurt.

After that, it was this A Qing who he believed most and trusted most. When he was the most painful, he put a knife in his heart.

Zhao He’s hands behind his back squeezed the railing, he still looked at He Qing with a smile like eight years ago, but the lips he lifted showed a bitter chill, A Qing, abandoned, the taste of being dropped, you too It's time to taste it.

Feng Xinyang opened the door and stepped forward to put his hand on the waist of the youth naturally. "How are you doing? Have you talked?" He felt the stiffness of the youth in the moment he put it up, as if he wanted to avoid it, and lived it again. Hold back, looking sideways at He Qing's look at Zhao He's eyes, the man's heart became hazy, but there was no trace on his face.

Zhao He gave him a meaningful smile, "Naturally, it's a deal, Xinyang, your boyfriend, how much is different."

Xinyang’s boyfriend... The word was spoken by his first love. The young man’s body shuddered. He lowered his head in disguise and hurriedly said: "I, I will change clothes, you wait."

At the moment of turning around, He Qing's eyes were red. He endured grievances, and he almost fled from the balcony in distress. The two behind him couldn't see the expression on his face, but the mood of the moment was so low. Clearly, when he left, Zhao He sneered: "I can't see it, he still has a heart of shame." I just don't know if I pretended to show them.

His disdainful tone made Feng Xinyang frown deeply, "A He, don't forget what you promised me."

"Relax." Zhao He's gloomy face was full of carelessness: "You don't agree, I will definitely not do anything to him."

Zhao He’s promise made Feng Xinyang a little relieved, as long as they didn’t use A Qing strong, I believe that no matter what they did, A Qing would not be fooled, just..."

Why do you have to eat out tonight? Feng Xinyang always felt something was wrong: "I have never seen you so diligent before. "

"Afraid of something." In the eyes of a gloomy man, there is a rich ink color, and he can't see clearly: "You are watching, your little lover is fine."

The frivolous title made Feng Xinyang even more unhappy, but when he thought of the wild seed in his family, he pursed his lips and said, "Call Ning Feng together."

"He won't come." Zhao He laughed sarcastically. "You don't know, he is dirty."

The gathering of the three often means sharing the same prey. How could Ning Feng come?

"Wait for dinner tonight, I will give you a big gift." He said softly: "You will be pleasantly surprised."

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Yan Xizhi stood by the door and watched the young man take off his shirt through the door slit. A thin, thin back appeared in his eyes. The slender and perfect waist line meandered down. He licked his lips, expecting Waiting for the young man to turn around, He Qing turned around as he wished, but at the next moment he turned his eyes.

"Ah!" He was startled, reflexively holding his clothes tightly and took a step back. "Hey, Hey?"

Hey, it was found...

The pretty man pushed open the door smilingly and walked in. He spun the pot naturally, "A Qing hasn't changed yet? I don't think they can wait for Xinyang."

"No, I'm sorry..." I really thought that I was too slow to urge Yanxi, and the young man apologized with a little embarrassment: "I just changed my clothes and found that it was a little tight, it may be fat, so..."

"Eh, is this this?" Yan Xizhi picked up the shirt that He Qing had just taken off, gestured a few times, and looked at the young man who covered his upper body with his clothes, and the sun at the corner of his mouth raised: "This dress Isn’t it good? If it feels tight, don’t close the two buttons."

He Qing looked at the white shirt suspiciously, "But..."

"It's okay, I believe my vision, but I'm an expert in this field, come, A Qing, I'll change it for you." Yan Xizhi held the shirt in his left hand, and put his right hand on the young man's bare, smooth shoulders. The feeling made him a little greedy and wanted more. He didn't wait for him to compact it. The smoothness of his hands was far away. The tone of young people who were not used to being too intimate with outsiders was still warm. "I'll come by myself, and it will be fine soon."

Yan Xi's accused withdrew his hand and unwillingly dropped his mouth: "Well, I'm waiting for you outside, hurry up."

After going out, he thought of the scene just now, and it was not tickling in his heart. He found Zhao He who was still smoking on the rooftop. He couldn’t wait to see the half of the cigarette butts under his feet. He couldn’t wait to say: “That’s what you said, that’s it. ."

Zhao He had long expected that he would promise to spit out a piece of tobacco without hesitation. "That piece of land north of the city?"

"It's yours, you're yours!" Yan Xizhi promised anxiously, and immediately thought of something, looking at the unpredictable gloomy men's eyes, "I said, you give your favorite people a hand, really don't Will you regret it?"

Zhao He's face sank sharply, and he cast a sly look on him: "Who said I still like him!"

Don't you like it?

Yan Xizhi smirked at the man with a huge change in his face: "Well, you don't like A Qing, I like it."

Anyway, whether you really don't like it or not, Aqing won't like them anymore after tonight.

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Ning Feng finished the company's affairs, rubbing his eyebrows tiredly, and the sharp pain rose from the depths of the heart. If it was someone else, it might have rolled over with pain all the time, but he has experienced this since five years ago. The pain hasn't been pulled down for a day, and I can't change my face.

No, it can't be said that one day can't be pulled down.

Thinking of the tranquility in the hospital for a few days, Ning Feng squeezed the pen in his hand.

After moving out of the hospital, not only did the severe pain not subside, but doubled, he was a person who was extremely good at endurance, but since he had tasted the sweetness, the mentality that he could safely accept pain no longer existed.

Ning Feng moved back to the hospital, but somehow, the pain did not subside this time.

His face was quiet, but painful pain accompanied him all the time. If he was an ordinary person, he might have been crazy.

Eyebrows gently wrinkled with patience, the phone clanged, and Ning Feng opened it. It was Feng Xinyang's text message. Looking at the content above, the man's eyebrows were cold and his expression remained untouched.

Eight o'clock

In the large private room, several people ate dishes, drank some wine, and the atmosphere was okay. Just when Feng Xinyang suspected that his villain was the heart of a gentleman, Yanxi, who had said to check out, was holding two glasses of wine. Come in from outside and go straight to He Qing.

The pretty man smiled and raised the glass and handed it to the youth: "A Qing, do we both have a drink alone?"

The young man did not think deeply. He put down his chopsticks shyly and took the wine glass. He would clink with Yanxi.

Feng Xinyang, who was sitting beside him, looked up at the smirk in Yan Xi’s mouth, and his heart was uneasy. He hurriedly stopped his lover. With a smile on his face, he grabbed a glass from his hand, "A Qing, you drink too It’s a lot, I’ll do this for you."

He Qing looked confused as his lover snatched a glass of wine. He did drink a little, and his voice was softer than usual. Refute slowly: "I'm not drunk..."

"I'm not drunk yet..." Feng Xinyang petted and touched his hot cheeks with a smile: "I'll drink it for you, good boy."

He also drank a lot, but it took him so long to drink, he didn’t have any other skills, he couldn’t drink him, but just glanced down, he knew that if He Qing drank this glass of wine, he would definitely faint, and he knew Yan Xizhi What he wanted to do, Feng Xinyang warned the beautiful man who was still waiting, "Xi Zhi, we have wine, you don't have to go outside to get it."

"By the way, I took two cups. Xinyang, do you drink it or not, let Aqing come, right? Aqing!"

Hearing his name, the young man blushed and slowly looked up, showing a light smile, and said softly: "Yes..."

"What is it!" Feng Xinyang glanced at his lover with hatred and ironed his neck, drank a glass of spirits, and after drinking it, he turned the glass down and looked at Yan Xizhi provocatively.

But the beautiful man in front of him slowly lifted the corners of his lips, revealing an unintentional smile, still waiting to understand, Feng Xinyang suddenly felt that the line of sight in front of him seemed a little blurry, and his footsteps were swaying unsteadily, unbelievably. Looking at the person who is holding a wine glass on the opposite side, "You..."

Yan Xizhi took a sip of the wine in the glass, put down the glass, and leaned on the car to support him on the seat. The last second of soberness, Feng Xinyang finally reacted. This glass of wine was prepared for him. For a second, he was completely dizzy.

Sitting far away, Zhao He saw him fall and snorted: "Oh."

He Qing drank wine and was so sleepy that he opened his eyes hard, and when he saw the man lying next to him, his eyes showed confusion. He slightly tilted his head and his soft voice brought some doubts: "New... Yang ? Did you drink too much?"

The young man turned slowly, picked up the coat on the chair behind him, slowly and carefully put it on Feng Xinyang, and then happily lay down, the two tusks on his white cheeks made his smile a little silly, looking at Yan In the eyes of Hee, all of them are full of the pleasure of getting what they want.

He stretched out his hand towards the confused young man, and leaned on him gently, "A Qing, A Qing..."

"...Huh?" He Qing opened her eyes in confusion, soft tone: "Xi Zhi, what's wrong?"

"Xinyang is asleep, let's wake him up." Yan Xizhi looked at the unguarded young man, and the beast in his heart was eager to try.

"Don't..." He Qing pursed her lips softly, "Let him sleep."

"That's not okay." The beautiful man couldn't restrain the maliciousness and expectation when he was serious. "But he is the protagonist tonight..."

He walked over and pushed the sleeping Feng Xinyang, "Xinyang, Xinyang..."

The man opened his eyes in confusion, looked at his friend, and blinked slowly, "Xi Zhi...? What?"

"What are you talking about, we're going to be together tonight, why are you asleep alone."

He pointed to He Qing with a puzzled look, "Look, A Qing can't wait."

The half-drunken youth looked at Feng Xinyang, who was walking a little shakyly, and walked in front of him, holding him. A familiar voice sounded in his ear with his unfamiliar frivolity: "I'm sorry baby, wait anxious..."

"Xinyang...?"

With a warm breath of alcoholic spray between his noses, a fine kiss fell, He Qing was overwhelmed by him on the chair behind him, trying to hide, a big pair of hands tied him tightly again, "Xinyang, don't you In this way, Xizhi and Ahe are still here..."

"It doesn't matter, I don't mind." One hand fell on He Qing's shirt and slowly unbuttoned it. He Qingjiu woke up halfway in an instant. He followed his hands in disbelief and saw a grin in the corner of his mouth. Yan Xizhi, who was full of joy, looked at him, and a beautiful man smiled at him, "A Qing, when I saw you wearing this dress for the first time, I was thinking, how to put these buttons on Untie."

The beautiful man leaned over, and the magnetically pleasant voice was full of joy. He slid into He Qing's ear channel that looked at him stunnedly. He whispered: "Now, it's finally the wish."