Peerless Junior Uncle

No, I have to go to the concession to kill a Fusang man, isn't this just looking for trouble for him?

However, after He Tingge said that, he took Fu Qingcheng's arm and walked out, obviously leaving the mess to these policemen.

The people in Fusang were not forgiving, but He Tingge didn't look at them. At this time, Mu Lan's car just arrived, followed by a battalion of troops, waiting downstairs, but the silent posture made the people in Fusang dare not What else to say, but I will remember this moment in my heart.

"Why?" Sitting in the car, Fu Qingcheng leaned back in the chair and asked lightly.

Dao He Tingge said coldly: "If you want to stay in the Northeast, explain yourself."

Fu Qingcheng was puzzled by his inexplicable anger, but he still said: "Anyway, thank you."

"No need." He Tinge said.Then he stopped talking and looked at the scene outside the car and retreated one by one.

"Go to Fu Mansion." At the intersection, He Tingge suddenly spoke to Mu Lan, but Mu Lan turned the steering wheel and walked to the other side without asking any questions.

Fu Qingcheng frowned, but said nothing, but it wasn't until He Tingge arrived at his house that he dragged him all the way upstairs to the bedroom, and then trapped him between the door and his chest, that Fu Qingcheng didn't know, It's not over yet.

"What do you mean?" Fu Qingcheng asked in a calm voice, looking at He Tingge's eyes that seemed to be filled with anger and regret.

He Tingge looked at Fu Qingcheng's face, and the figure that appeared and disappeared in his memory at that time overlapped with the person in front of him after all. He didn't know why Fu Qingcheng left that impression in his mind, but seeing this face , an indescribable feeling filled the whole body and mind.

He felt so sad, it seemed that it took centuries to find the missing part of his heart, but he couldn't remember...

"Qingcheng..." For the first time, He Tingge felt physically and mentally exhausted. He stretched out his hand to brush the side face of the person in front of him. The unspeakable heartache was so obvious that he was afraid that what he touched was a phantom.

Fu Qingcheng frowned. He could avoid the hand, but when he saw the pain in He Tingge's eyes, he couldn't bear it. He felt that the man in front of him was very sad. Why, there was a strange feeling in his heart... ..

When Fu Qingcheng came back to his senses, he realized that his lips had been covered with two patches of warmth, his eyes widened suddenly, and he hurriedly raised his hand to push it away, but he couldn't even raise his arm after being injected with anesthesia, and struggled to get rid of it. That gentle kiss, but He Tingge's hand on the back of his head did not loosen at all. Just when he was anxious to bite someone, He Tingge's softly whispered words between his twisted lips made his brain explode.

"You said you remembered my smell and came to find me, but why, you don't remember..."

The deep sadness and grievance in the man's deep voice made Fu Qingcheng's drooping fingers tremble for a while, and for some reason, the dry eye sockets were covered with mist when he heard these words.

..........

"If you don't remember your taste, your feeling, there will be a sea of ​​people in the next life, how do you let me find you?"

A sudden sentence in his mind made Fu Qingcheng at a loss, why, his heart hurts...

.........

Today's Haitang is very wrong, Xu Ziyang bit the bun and sighed in his heart, looked at Haitang who was drinking porridge with his head down, his eyes watching his nose, his nose and his heart, his ears not listening to what was going on outside the window, and he was only drinking the porridge in the bowl, thinking of what happened last night. I couldn't help laughing out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" Haitang glanced at Xu Ziyang and quickly lowered his head.

Xu Ziyang shook his head: "It's nothing." But he was thinking about the way Haitang was almost scared to cry last night. It's just an old-fashioned radio. Someone put it under the bed. It's installed cleverly. As long as the bed board is pressed to a certain degree, it will open Switch, let out singing.

Haitang was quite embarrassed by Xu Ziyang's look. He didn't know what was going on. How he looked at this kid today, how pleasing to the eye, seeing the sunshine on his smiling face, the image of Xu Ziyang sleeping on his shoulder last night appeared in his mind... ...

"Are you full?" Xu Ziyang suddenly asked in the ear, Haitang turned around and found that he was still scooping up the empty bowl with a spoon... Seeing Xu Ziyang's expressionless expression, Haitang coughed in embarrassment One voice: "I'm full."

When going out to pack his things, Haitang stepped forward to lift the box and said, "Let's go." Xu Ziyang shrugged, it doesn't matter, as long as he is happy.

In the early morning of the next day, the sun was blocked by thick curtains and could not directly shine into the room, but the room was still gradually lit up, and the air was filled with a fishy and sweet smell. The bed, which was always white and tidy, was in a mess.

There was no emotion in the eyes of the person on the bed at this time, and he didn't know whether he had just woken up or stayed up all night. There were still traces of love on his bare shoulders, and his body was still a little uncomfortable under the messy thin quilt.

At this moment, the arms lying across his waist moved and tightened a little bit, and a warm body leaned against him, warming his slightly cold body.

"Qingcheng..." The sleeping man buried his head in his neck and murmured.

Fu Qingcheng withdrew his gaze from the ceiling, looked sideways at the man beside him, calm and indifferent, and gradually collapsed when his gaze touched the moist corner of the man's eye.

The man's crazy behavior last night made him unable to resist. The gun was obviously under the pillow, but when he heard the man calling his name sadly and aggrievedly, he was still unable to point the gun at him. To this man, he had Feelings that he doesn't even know about.

At the first glance, he left him with a chic and arrogant back.

At the second glance, the man drove him down the street and asked his name.

.........

He Tingge asked him if he was being used in the attack in Yetiantang, he couldn't deny it, seeing the flash of injury in the man's eyes, Fu Qingcheng only left a back view.

However, if I didn't give you my wholehearted trust, how could I dare to bet on that one.

He Tingge, who is the sadness in your eyes for?

Although she called his name, the way she looked at him seemed to be looking at another person through him. Who is that person?

"How can you not remember me..." There was still the man talking in his sleep, Fu Qingcheng looked at the man's sad face and sighed softly: "It's not that I don't remember, it's just that I'm not him."

[The author has something to say: I'm sorry some time ago, something happened and I was interrupted, I'm very sorry, I hope everyone will forgive]

Needle in a Haystack

"How can you not remember me..." There was still the man talking in his sleep, Fu Qingcheng looked at the man's sad face and sighed softly: "It's not that I don't remember, it's just that I'm not him."

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When He Tingge woke up, there was no one in the room. His clothes were laid out on the bedside, the window was open, the breeze blew in the fragrance of flowers in the yard, and the headache like a hangover made him unable to help but reach out and rub his forehead. .

It was only later that I realized that this was not his home.

"Young commander." Mu Lan's voice came from outside the door. He Tingge got up and put on his clothes. When he lifted the quilt and saw the mess on the bed, he heard what he did last night and where is this place...

"What about him?" He Tingge put on his clothes and hurriedly opened the door, looking at Mu Lan standing outside the door, asked in a deep voice.

Mu Lan said: "President Fu went to Shanghai early in the morning and told me to come pick you up."

He Tingge stepped on the wooden board with bare feet, feeling a chill from the soles of his feet to his heart, he left, and then left...

Another accident happened in the Northeast. Although the news has been suppressed, many people still shook their heads and sighed.

For some reason, the young marshal He Tingge suddenly wanted to cancel his marriage with the Jin family. Jin Buyi took Jin Yuyao away from the Northeast in a fit of anger, and left a message: "This matter is endless. I, Jin Buyi, have never been humiliated like this."

Although He Yunshen was also troubled by this matter, his son knew that if something hadn't happened, he wouldn't be so confused, so he didn't say anything other than apologizing to Jin Buyi's strong anger .

Looking at his son who hadn't come out for a few days sitting in the study, He Yun sighed deeply: "Ting Ge."

He Tingge was still thinking about Mu Lan's words just now, and seeing his father came in, he knew why, and said, "Father, you don't need to say more, I didn't think carefully about this matter."

"I know you have your own sense of propriety, but why did you suddenly regret the marriage? Did you really have a sweetheart?" He Yunshen was a little puzzled when his son got closer to which daughter, could it be an excuse?

"Yes." He Tingge did not hide anything: "In this life, he is the only one."

Surprised by his son's firm answer, He Yunshen frowned: "This is strange, who is it?"

Just when He Tingge was hesitant to tell the truth, a butler's voice sounded outside the door: "Master, Young Master, someone from the police station is here."

The policeman who came was the one who dealt with Watanabe that day. He Yunshen contributed to the police department to deal with the matter secretly. The Fusang people suffered from being dumb.

"Young commander." The black-skinned policeman handed over the box with a smile on his face: "This thing belongs to your house, right?"

He Tingge frowned, took the box over, and after opening it, he saw a hard knife inside, which looked very familiar.

"It was stuck on Watanabe Sasaki's body when he was injured. Seeing that there is a congratulatory letter on it, it must belong to you." The policeman explained, He Tingge picked up the pocket knife, which is an ordinary switchblade knife, but it is very delicate, and it may have been a long time ago. Some light rust.There is a shallow mark where the blade connects to the handle, which is indeed the word Hehe.

"Isn't this the birthday present your grandfather gave you when you were one year old? I haven't seen you for many years and thought you lost it." He Yunshen looked at the knife