The male god said he was straight

What kind of person should Qi Xia be in He Xiao's imagination?

Use five words to describe: brave, meticulous, gentle, wise, and noble.

Just as he learned from Boss He that day that Qi Xia had just experienced such a life-threatening situation the night before, and that the threat had not been lifted, Qi Xia drove out alone, which in his opinion just proved Qi Xia's courage.

Of course, just in case, when Qi Xia went home that day, He Xiao insisted on sending him off.

It was He Xiao who drove the car. On a clear evening in early autumn, the wind outside the window was still blowing drunkenly with the remaining heat of late summer.

At night, when the car stopped at the entrance of Qixia Villa, He Xiao simply said, "I'll come over tomorrow morning."

Looking at the shocking bruises on his face, Qi Xia's inspirational chicken soup, which he hadn't had time to prepare in the afternoon when he thought of the doomed hero, was finally cooked.

He called He Xiao to stop, and stood with his hands behind his back under the red clouds in the sky, and said, "Don't easily believe in the end of the road. The end of the road you think can also be the beginning of a new journey."

When Qi Xia said this, his eyes were focused, his tone was serious, his expression was pious, and he almost had a holy light.

After speaking, she turned around and left, waving her sleeves, but did not take a cloud with her.

He Xiao's eyes were deep, his thick eyebrows were slightly frowned, and finally he couldn't bear to let him down and said, "Yes."

It felt very powerful, and he didn't understand a single word, and the Chinese was indeed profound and profound.

As a Chinese who grew up abroad, He Xiao's Chinese is still good, more than enough to maintain daily communication.

But as he thinks, this language is broad and profound, and he usually understands words that can be understood literally but have no meaning at all. He usually understands it as having a specific deep meaning.

According to the agreement, he would report to Qixia the next morning, and He Xiao got up early. During the past few months in China, he had been staying at He Zhengrong's house, and he went downstairs to see that He Zhengrong and his wife were there.

He Zhengrong's partner is Vicky, a bar owner who specializes in dealing with all kinds of people.

So He Xiao handed a note to Vicky.

"What is the meaning of this sentence?"

Vicky unfolded the note and looked at it, "Don't cry when you get headshot gameover, you'll still be a good guy if you fight well in the next round."

He Xiao said, "That's it?"

"That's it. An ordinary bowl of chicken soup for the soul, anyone who sees people bankrupt, unemployed, family broken, desperate, speechless, etc. can say this sentence."

He Xiao: "..." It was exactly the same as what he could understand.

Why Qi Xia would say this to him is really a mystery.

He Xiao didn't ask any more questions, and folded the note with one hand and stuffed it into his pants pocket.

He finally changed out of the big pants and flip-flops this day. Although it was still a black T-shirt, he was wearing at least a pair of trousers. Spirit.

Carrying a big marching bag on his shoulders, it was bulging.

"I'm in a hurry, see you later," he said.

Vicky: "In such a hurry? Bring breakfast."

He Xiao casually took a sandwich, thanked him, and left decisively.

He also put a water bottle in the side pocket of his training uniform. When the door was closed, Vicky couldn't help laughing: "He really takes this water bottle wherever he goes."

Boss He said: "People like him have vigilance that ordinary people don't have, and some weird habits are also reasonable."

Vicky said: "Brother, what do you think he is planning? He is richer than you, right?"

Moreover, he knew that He Xiao's identity was sensitive, and he guessed that such a person could enter the country only with special approval from above.

He Zhengrong: "Who knows?" It really hurts my head.

He has been a little incompetent until now. When He Xiao persuaded him yesterday, he only gave him one reason.

He Xiao said that he was going to Qixia to settle a private matter, and the person who tied the bell had to be untied.

Then he repeatedly promised to live up to his duty. After all, he was a brother who had experienced life and death together by chance, and He Zhengrong couldn't refuse.

But he just couldn't figure out what could have anything to do with He Xiao and Qi Xia.

Who is He Xiao?

Back then, Boss He's company's first international security business was in country G, where wars frequently broke out.

Although Boss He had participated in peacekeeping when he was still in the army in his early years, he was still dumbfounded when he went out that time.

Even though various preparations were made on the basis of not violating the laws of the country, what was the state of country G, where the war was fiercely fought?

Every half-grown child caught on the road has an AK-47 in his hand.

Boss He has never been so aggrieved in his life. Most of their employees have evacuated under protection. The last task is to send the remaining materials and the few resident personnel back to the general base.

As a result, they ran into local reactionary armed forces on the way. Their weapons were limited, and they could only rely on the military and police to exchange fire with terrorists, and they soon fell into a disadvantage.At the critical moment, the other team seemed to have fallen from the sky, and pointed its guns at the terrorists with a very clear purpose.

That was the first time Boss He saw He Xiao, a Chinese team with members of all kinds of skins, almost armed to the teeth.

Fierce and brave, cruel and ruthless, like a broken bamboo.

Boss He still doesn't know who He Xiao was working for at that time. In the end, he picked up the gun of the military police and shot dead the murderer who was sniping He Xiao in the dark.

Turning the corner, He Xiao asked someone to drive a pickup truck, and said lightly, "Return the gift."

After opening the back compartment, there was a compartment full of ammunition. In fact, Boss He still couldn't use it, but this favor was remembered.

It's easy for men like them to sympathize with each other on the battlefield, but after asking, they actually have the same surname, and this brother was recognized at that time.

He Xiao came back to live with them this time. On the one hand, he was close to him, but Boss He couldn't deny that someone wanted him to look at He Xiao. He Xiao himself knew it well and acquiesced.

On the other hand, He Xiao couldn't be idle at all. He was covered with fighting factors almost all over his body, and he felt uncomfortable if he didn't fight for a day. In S City, except for the training ground of Boss He's company, there was nowhere for He Xiao to come in and out at will. Find an opponent to fight with each other.

Just such a killer weapon, how could it have anything to do with Qi Xia, a star of Yanyu Jiangnan tune.

"Hey!"

Boss He's arm was twisted, and he suddenly came back to his senses, "Huh?"

Vicky said angrily, "What are you thinking, let me ask you something."

"what?"

Vicky said: "Do you think He Xiao is straight or curvy? I haven't even noticed for so long."

Boss He put his arms around his waist, "Why do you care about other men, just take care of your own man."

Vicky exclaimed: "But He Xiao is going to Qi Xia, that is the male god Qi Xia, do you know what it means to have an invincible beauty that has swept the entire Chinese entertainment industry from the age of 28? Haven't you ever thought that your brother has taken a fancy to him?"

Boss He was taken aback for a moment, and He Xiao said it was a private matter, so it's really not impossible.

But when I think about it, I feel a little thunderous. It's not something He Xiao would do to make a beautiful woman smile.

And the big killer, He Xiao, was staring at the beauty in a daze.

The car stopped at a red light intersection, and the large LED screen on the square next to it was playing an advertisement.

On the screen, Qi Xia was dressed in a light-colored suit and was looking far and wide with the sea and the wind, her eyes were clear, her eyes were cold and calm, and her clothes were flying.

Coupled with that face that seems to be carefully traced by the creator, the whole person is not like a mortal who grew up eating grains, so there is a sense of distance from the mortals who grew up eating grains.

There is an elder in He Xiao's family who admires ancient Chinese culture. He heard a saying that beauty is like a flower separated by clouds.

A beauty is like a flower separated from the clouds, who can say that this statement is not applicable to a beautiful man?

He Xiao looked at it for a while before turning his eyes away. He took the cigarette case halfway out of his trouser pocket and stuffed it back.

Ten minutes later, he finally arrived at Qixia's villa, stood outside the yard and rang the doorbell.

I glanced at the fence next to it, and there was an iron-decorated flower scroll that was knocked out by something and turned into an everted arc, which was different from the ones next to it.

He Xiao glanced at it and found that it was not very comfortable. He stretched out his big palm and pulled it hard, breaking it back into a circle abruptly.

It was a young woman who opened the door for him. She introduced herself to He Xiao as Chang Le, Qi Xia's assistant.

Qi Xia is not downstairs, and He Xiao is the person who takes care of Qi Xia's safety. The room is arranged upstairs next to Qi Xia's bedroom. To see people.

He Xiao carried his luggage and strode forward.

The female assistant said: "The boss wakes up at 06:30 every morning to exercise and practice lines. He may wake up earlier when he is on the set. You have to keep up with his rhythm in the future."

Qi Xia debuted as a child star, and He Xiao, who had been silent all this time, finally said, "It's always been like this?"

"I didn't know before, I have been with him for the past three years."

He Xiao didn't speak. They were about to step up the stairs when a man in a security uniform suddenly appeared next to him and stopped the female assistant and asked, "Miss Chang, Brother Wang asked if you called the police about what happened last night."

The female assistant said, "I'll take a look at this first, and you don't mind."

He Xiao looked at her seriously, what happened last night?

The female assistant was surprised that she understood what he meant right away, and explained involuntarily: "I originally prepared a red coral ornament as a gift for someone, but last night it was stored in a storage room with several layers of locks and no windows. , found out this morning that it disappeared out of thin air."

He Xiao frowned and asked, "Why didn't you call the police?"

The female assistant felt that the bodyguard's aura was oppressive for no reason, so she waved her hand and said, "I'm afraid of causing trouble, you will know it after a long time."

He Xiao was very dissatisfied with such a tricky answer.

Up the stairs to the second floor is a small hall. He Xiao went to the room to pack his luggage and came out, but the door next to the balcony was still closed.

The female assistant knocked on the door: "Qi Xia."

After a few seconds of silence, a voice came from inside: "I am here, wait a moment."

He Xiao stood there without saying a word, Qi Xia was on the other side through a layer of wooden boards.

Looking around, this is an open room facing the terrace, with no extra decorations, and the low cabinets and walls hanging on the opposite side are all stills of Qi Xia.

From childhood to adulthood, even Qi Xia in the child star era was not the kind of innocent, sunny, cute and beautiful, but there was always a message in his eyes: you mortals can't understand my melancholy and thoughtfulness.

What worries Qi Xia the most right now is nothing but personal safety. He Xiao turns around and squints to face the open terrace in the garden outside the window. Any skilled person will not be able to stop him, but it really looks like a pigeon cage is sealed with iron nets. Well, Qi Xia himself may not like it.

The female assistant went to the side to answer the phone. There were no chairs in the hall, but there were several steps between the terrace and the open hall. He Xiao sat down thinking about something in his heart.

Suddenly he smelled a pungent smell, not too strong, but he was sure it was a chemical.

He Xiao lowered his head and sniffed seriously, it was true.

Qi Xia was startled when he opened the door. There was a person sitting on the terrace with two elbows propping up his splayed knees, and his head drooping between his legs. He almost thought that the interior decoration workers of the villa had returned.

He Xiao raised his head upon hearing the sound, and the two bruises on his face that hadn't faded were just facing Qi Xia.

Qi Xia: "..." Sure enough, he is a hero with nowhere to go. It's so desperation, really bitter.

He Xiao: "...?" What's the matter with this kind of pitying eyes?

Looking at each other for a few seconds, Qi Xia put his hands behind his back and suddenly said, "He Xiao, stand up."

He Xiao didn't understand at all, so he frowned and stared at Qi Xia with burning eyes, but he still stood up slowly with his legs propped up on his palms.

The tall and muscular body stood at the door, covering a large area of ​​sunlight in an instant.

A burst of masculine masculinity came over his face, Qi Xia looked up at him, it was a bit short of momentum, and he regretted not letting him continue to sit.

But he was filled with strong compassion and compassion, and after a little brewing, he pondered: "The time you are willing to waste in the trough is the beautiful scenery on the way to the summit that you missed."

He Xiao, who was covered in chicken soup again: "...?"

It still felt powerful, but this time he simply didn't fully understand the words.

So He Xiao asked directly: "What do you mean?"

Just as Qi Xia was about to speak, the right hand behind her back moved, as if something was wrong.

Two seconds later, Qi Xia: "...!?" The thumbs, index fingers, and middle fingers are inseparable?

All of a sudden, his eyelashes flicked quickly, and his eyes slowly retracted from He Xiao, which turned into a downcast look in an instant, but his face, which was carved like ice and jade, was still unstained.

He Xiao looked at him with dark eyes, maybe the beautiful man outside the cloud is thinking differently from ordinary people?

Qi Xia, a beautiful boy in the cloud, "...!!" That's enough, what should I do if my fingers are glued together, I'm waiting online, I'm in a hurry.