I don't want to like you, can I?

"Didn't you hear him say he didn't want to!"

The cold voice echoed in the infirmary. The school doctor who had just stood firm almost fell down again because his legs were weak. After thinking about it, he just wanted to check the patient's body. She forced herself to look directly at the man opposite: "Who are you and what do you want to do?"

His voice trembled a little, not sure if it was because of the pain in his shoulder that hadn't dissipated.

Just as Su Lingge was about to speak, Ye Qiyang cut him off with his usual calm tone: "Go out."

Su Lingge naturally knew that this was meant for him. He paused, turned his head, and put on a flattering smile, completely different from the aggressive manner just now: "I know you have a fever, come and see, how are you doing now?" , is there anything better?"

"Get out." It was still an emotionless word, and it stopped Su Lingge's hand.

As the chief culprit, Su Lingge couldn't get angry at him at this time, so he had to turn the gun and coldly said to the school doctor who was poking at the side: "I told you to go out, didn't you hear?"

The school doctor saw some signs, and it was hard to argue with the two children anyway, so he walked out of the infirmary with his right hand that had regained his senses.

"Bang!" The door was closed.

"Crack!" Locked.

Su Lingge pressed his hand on the door frame and paused for five seconds, thinking of a way to coax people, turned around, and saw Ye Qiyang covering the quilt tightly and lying down with his back facing him.

Even in a normal state, Ye Qiyang has no ability to compete with Su Lingge. What's more, the fever has not completely subsided yet. Instead of wasting energy, it is better to have a good sleep. Now that he looks like this, Su Lingge should not do anything excessive thing.

"Qi Yang?" Su Lingo lowered his voice.

No movement.

Stretching out his hand to touch his forehead, it was still hot. In addition to being distressed, he regretted his lack of restraint last night, so he lay down on his side and hugged him together with the quilt into his arms.

Ye Qiyang was woken up by Meng Kang.

Before she opened her eyes, Jian Yue lowered her voice: "Let him sleep more, please keep your voice down."

"Sleeping too much is bad for your health, just tell him to get up." As he spoke, he pulled the quilt again, but Ye Qiyang didn't see that Ye Qiyang had opened his eyes.

Only Sikong Bingye kept staring at Ye Qiyang, his cold gaze was within Ye Qiyang's peripheral vision, which made him a little uncomfortable, and sat up, startling Meng Kang who was screaming beside him.

"Yo, are you awake?"

"Ah."

Jian Yue pulled Meng Kang away, touched Ye Qiyang's forehead, and felt a cool touch: "Fortunately, the fever is gone."

"The doctor said it's all right, but you're still worrying." Meng Kang picked up the washed pear and took a big bite. "It's so sweet."

"That's for Qi Yang."

"He can't eat so much by himself." Meng Kang ate more vigorously as he spoke, and picked up another one.

"Hey!" Jian Yue reached out to grab it, and the two started fighting.

Ye Qiyang ignored them, avoided the cold gaze from the side, and looked out the window.

He didn't know when Su Lingge left, or was it just a dream, but in fact, that person never came?

Such scenes will not appear in my dreams.The man hugged himself tightly and whispered in his ear, every word was so clear.

Finally, there was a repeated sentence "Qiyang, I am sincere, trust me."

The truth or falsehood of this sentence has long been meaningless. They are all unintentional people, so why pretend to be infatuated hypocritically.

There was a sneer at the corner of the lips, before it had time to finalize, the curve turned into bitterness again, such an involuntary self was really sad.

Ye Qiyang stood at the entrance of the first grade teaching building, eyes downcast, didn't say anything, didn't do anything, a bunch of girls got together and chattered, and it spread quickly, and after a while, Su Lingyan came out.

"Brother Qiyang, are you here to look for me?"

"Do me a favor."

"You are so arrogant, please let me help you, and let me come down to find you."

"I don't want Feng Chu to follow, you must have a way."

"This is indeed no problem, but why should I help you?"

"I promised to leave Su Lingo and try to make him give up on me."

"make a deal!"

Ye Qiyang drank the wine in the glass again, his eyes stained with drunkenness, glanced at the man sitting next to him who put his hand into his clothes from behind, pushed the empty glass to the bartender, and said lightly: "Have another glass .”

He needs courage.

There is always an unbreakable distance between reality and imagination. Imagination can flow unimpeded all the way, but reality makes him shrink back.He was afraid, afraid that if he took a depraved step, there would be no chance of turning back, and he was even more afraid that he would be sober and face his ugly self that he would be so disgusted that he would vomit.

He raised his head, and the wine glass was empty again. He didn't drink well at first, and he became more drunk.

"Come again."

The bartender didn't move, hesitating to say something.

"Hurry up." Ye Qiyang blinked his eyes slowly, and cast his eyes on the hesitant person.

"What's going on?" The man next to him interjected, obviously dissatisfied with the bartender.

The bartender had no choice but to fill up the glass again, looking at the door from time to time, as if waiting for something.

The man took the wine glass and brought it to Ye Qiyang: "Today's wine is all mine, can you tell me your name?"

"Whatever you want, you can call it whatever you want." Ye Qiyang said lightly and poured the wine into his mouth again, completely ignoring the man's increasingly presumptuous hands walking on him.

With his silent acquiescence, the man boldly moved down, intending to reach into his pants.

Just when he thought he was about to succeed, a hand pinched his wrist bone. Before he could react in severe pain, he was pulled up from the bar chair and thrown out, knocked over the table and chairs beside him, and fell into a pile of pieces of cups and saucers .

The loud noise alarmed the men and women in the bar, and for a while, everyone rushed to look here.

The man struggled to get up, his clothes were stained with blood, the injury was not serious, but he grinned his teeth in pain and gasped for breath to try to relieve it, the cock that had just risen had already dissipated.

"You dare to touch my people, I'm tired of living a nourishing life."

The voice above his head made the man tremble. This voice was too familiar, and his plan to find someone to settle the score was instantly stifled under the oppression of this voice.

"Su...President Su, why is it you?"

Su Lingge leaned over, grabbed the man's collar, and said coldly: "If you want to find excitement, I don't mind giving it to you."

"No, no, no, Mr. Su, misunderstood... misunderstood... how dare I... I really don't know..." Ye Qiyang, who pointed to the side of the bar incoherently, tried to explain.

Ye Qiyang's drunkenness deepened, and his reaction was a little sluggish. He felt that the man beside him suddenly left, and then he heard a loud noise, shook his head, and looked at the field, Su Lingge was condescending Holding the man's collar, the man pointed at himself helplessly, as if he was still trembling.

Sulingo?Why is he here?How could I meet him in a bar as far away as possible?Ye Qiyang staggered and got up to leave.Although his consciousness is not clear, he still knows what will happen when he meets Su Lingo.

"You..." Su Lingge was about to say something, when he saw Ye Qiyang leave, he threw the man forcefully, and quickly chased after him.

"Ye Qiyang!" Pulling the staggering man over, looking at those bewitched eyes and slightly parted thin lips, his heart was agitated, he secretly swallowed his saliva, calmed down, and was about to blurt out His questioning was also swallowed, and turned into a bit of tenderness, "Where are you going?"

"Leave." Ye Qiyang's footsteps were flimsy and he couldn't stand still.

"I'll take you away." He said and picked him up.

The wind in the middle of the night brought a bit of chill, Ye Qiyang shrank his body, and slipped into Su Lingge's arms. It was just a subconscious movement, but it made Su Lingge happy.

"Qiyang, if you dare to let someone touch you again, I will never let you go lightly."

The person in his arms didn't respond and was already asleep. Su Lingge put him on the bed. He suddenly put his arms around Su Lingge's neck and murmured inarticulately: "Bing Ye... Bing... Ye..."

Su Lingge heard it, looked at the person hanging on his body, his whole body was full of coldness, dragged him to the bathroom and threw him into the bathtub, turned on the cold water, roughly tore his clothes, and vented desperately.

"Pain... woo... cold..." Ye Qiyang was trembling all over, but he couldn't arouse the slightest pity in him.

Unsurprisingly, Ye Qiyang had a fever again, worse than last time, and he was completely confused.

Su Lingge had been busy for a long time, but had no effect, so he had to call Fenglang.

"Young master, your self-control..."

"Shut up!" Su Lingge was still angry, in a bad mood, and said in a dark voice, "Reduce his fever, and get the hell out!"

Feng Lang immediately became honest.

Ye Qiyang finally got rid of the fever.

Su Lingge held back a wave of resentment, seeing him lying weakly on the bed, hesitated to speak for several times, but finally couldn't hold it back.

"If I don't show up, will you have a room with that man?"

Ye Qiyang didn't speak, and didn't even look at him.

Su Lingge pinched his chin and forced him to face himself: "Ye Qiyang, are you challenging my bottom line?"

Ye Qiyang glanced at him: "There is no such need."

"You don't care about me that much?"

"Why should I care about you, do you have anything to do with me?"

Su Lingge's fists crackled: "Ye Qiyang, how many times do I have to say it before you believe I'm not playing tricks on you?"

"Su Lingge, don't you really understand?" Ye Qiyang looked at him indifferently, "It's not that I don't believe it, it's that I don't like you at all."

"..."

"I might as well tell you that I went to you at the beginning because Sikong Bingye didn't like me. I was not reconciled. I wanted to find some comfort from you to prove that I was attractive... Later, I got entangled with you. It's just that I feel boring alone, not to mention you can satisfy me, so why not do it?"

Even knowing that he said this on purpose, Su Lingge couldn't bear it anymore, pinched his throat, and said through gnashing teeth: "Ye Qiyang, don't provoke me anymore, otherwise..."

"Otherwise, kill me?" Ye Qiyang sneered, "Do it."

Su Lingge's face was full of struggle and forbearance, and he hugged Ye Qiyang tightly for a while, painful and depressed: "Ye Qiyang, I lost, just torture me."

Ye Qiyang was stunned, a line of tears fell on Su Lingge's shoulder, and he grabbed Su Lingge's hair fiercely, until Su Lingge let go, and then said slowly: "Su Lingge, stop acting, it's boring."

"..."