After the Stand-in Shou Faked His Death

He Yang heard the panting sound on the phone, his dark eyes instantly turned cold.

And on the phone, there was an intermittent conversation——

"Don't you need to answer the phone?"

"Whose phone is it?" The young man was still panting, as if he couldn't bear it anymore, "help me get it..."

"It hurts?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was getting quieter, and there was a rustling sound again, like the sound of clothes rubbing against each other.

"pain……"

Then, the phone hangs up.

Holding the phone, He Yang stood up with a gloomy face, ready to leave.

But He Yang hadn't gone far when there was a sudden commotion from the ward.

Shen Xiuzhu came out and called out, "He Yang."

He Yang stopped and turned around.

Shen Xiuzhu smiled and asked, "Are you leaving?"

"Yes." He Yang responded, "I still have something to do."

"Is that so..." The expression on Shen Xiuzhu's face became a little lonely, and he asked again: "Then will you come over tomorrow?"

"uncertain."

He Yang glanced at the time, turned and left in a hurry.

in the hotel.

Qin Zhou returned to the room, quickly sat on the sofa and rubbed his knees.

The left knee still hurt a little, Qin Zhou rolled up his trouser leg and found that his knee had turned bruise.

Qin Zhou stared at his knees and frowned tightly.

Before, he was walking up the stairs with Lin Chixiao, chatting or something, but he accidentally got too absorbed in the chat, and because the lights in the stairwell were dim, he stepped on the air and fell straight down.

He didn't feel anything when he fell down, but when he went down two floors, he felt a little pain in his knee.

Just then, a call came in, and it was Lin Chixiao who answered it for him.

When he took the phone, before he could even see the screen clearly, the phone turned off automatically when it ran out of power, and he didn't know who was calling.

However, Lin Chixiao said that there was no note on the call, so it was probably an unimportant harassing call.

Qin Zhou rubbed his knee and saw that his knee was broken.

Qin Zhou looked at his knees, then got up again, took the charger from the cabinet, and charged the phone first.

After charging, Qin Zhou turned on the phone.

But when Qin Zhou opened the call log, he saw that the call was from He Yang.

Qin Zhou froze for a moment, then remembered that in the afternoon, He Yang had said to ask him to call back, but he forgot later.

Qin Zhou thought about it, and felt that he didn't need to call back, so he put the phone on the table and ignored it.

After resting on the sofa for a while, Qin Zhou took his pajamas and went to take a shower.

Because of the pain in his knee, Qin Zhou still limped when he walked.

Qin Zhou took a shower, read the script for a while, and then lay on the bed ready to sleep.

It's just that the pain in his knee was getting worse and worse. Qin Zhou couldn't sleep because of the pain, so he had to get up from the bed and find the suitcase.

Qin Zhou turned to the medicine box and found several boxes of topical ointment from it.

These ointments were all prepared by the assistant. Qin Zhou held a box of ointments and slowly looked at the instructions.

Just as Qin Zhou was struggling with which ointment to use, he suddenly heard the doorbell ring.

Qin Zhou went to open the door and saw He Yang outside.

"Mr. He?" Qin Zhou was a little surprised.

After all, it took several hours to drive from Nancheng to the crew, and it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening.

Outside the door, He Yang saw Qin Zhou wearing a nightgown, and the expression on his face became even colder.

He Yang asked directly: "Who is Anan?"

Qin Zhou was even more puzzled and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I heard." He Yang frowned, "You are with him."

He Yang pushed open the door, walked in, scanned the room, trying to find another person in the room.

Soon, He Yang's eyes locked on the bed.

The quilt on the bed was arched into a big ball, as if there was still a person lying inside.

So He Yang walked over, and said coldly: "You two went to bed?"

As soon as Qin Zhou turned his head, he saw that He Yang had come to his bed and lifted the quilt on the bed.

Qin Zhou frowned slightly, not knowing what happened to He Yang at night, he suddenly ran to his crew from Nancheng, and even threw the quilt off his bed.

"Mr. He." Qin Zhou had no choice but to walk over and asked, "What's the matter?"

And because of the pain in his knee, Qin Zhou walked slowly, and his walking posture was a bit strange.

Seeing Qin Zhou's limping movements, He Yang stepped forward and hugged Qin Zhou by the waist.

"He Yang!" Qin Zhou was taken aback by the man's movement, so he hugged He Yang's shoulders to stabilize his body, and sniffed at the man's neck, but he didn't smell the smell of alcohol on the man.

But although he didn't smell the wine, Qin Zhou could smell the faint scent of perfume.

He remembered that when he was by He Yang's side in the morning, He Yang didn't even have this smell on his body. It should be that he smelled the perfume when he was by Shen Xiuzhu's side in the afternoon.

And He Yang put the person in his arms on the bed, put his hands on the side of the bed, looked down at the person under him, and asked, "Did you sleep with him?"

"Who?" The expression on Qin Zhou's face became even more bewildered.

"I heard it all." He Yang frowned, and slowly leaned over, "Who the hell is Anan?"

Qin Zhou blinked blankly, but he still couldn't follow He Yang's train of thought.

However, his knee was still hurting, so Qin Zhou couldn't help looking at the bedside table, thinking about applying medicine.

He Yang couldn't suppress his anger, and noticed the young man's gaze, so he took a look at the bedside table and found a few boxes of ointment on it.

And in the previous phone call, he heard Qin Zhou say that it hurts——

It should be that Qin Zhou got hurt when he was doing it with that person.

"You slept with him." He Yang's tone was very sure, "Who is Anan?"

After Qin Zhou heard it, he probably guessed something. It was He Yang who thought he had sex with "A'nan".

Qin Zhou couldn't help but raised his head, met the man's gaze, and said unhurriedly, "He Yang, in what capacity are you questioning me?"

Qin Zhou stretched out his hand and wrapped it around the man's neck, and stretched out his other hand, rubbing against the man's Adam's apple.

"What qualifications do you have to question me?"

Qin Zhou laughed.

They were not a couple in the first place, even if he slept with someone else, He Yang has no right to control him.

He Yang fell silent, and after a long time, he asked again: "Who is that Anan?"

"Is it important who he is?" Qin Zhou was a little casual, hooking the man's tie with one hand, and pulling the tie out of the suit jacket little by little.

He Yang calmed down a little, bent down and hugged the person in front of him, and said in a low voice, "Don't be with other people."

Qin Zhou opened his eyes, put his fingertips on the man's hair, narrowed his eyes slightly, and sniffed at the man's neck.

The man still smelled of perfume.

Qin Zhou hugged the man's shoulders and said casually, "You still smell of perfume, is it from Shen Xiuzhu?"

"You said I slept with someone else." Qin Zhou lowered his eyes and asked in a low voice, "What about you? How long have you been on Shen Xiuzhu's bed?"

In fact, he has always been curious about how long He Yang has been intimate with the young master before he can smell the perfume every time.

Usually He Yang is good enough to the young master, when he is in bed, He Yang should be more gentle.

Unlike him, He Yang does it directly every time he wants to do it, never asks his opinion, doesn't feel tender after finishing it, and never even helps him clean it up.

In the past, he really wanted to kiss, and also wanted the intimacy and tenderness after the bed affair.

But He Yang would not leave his tenderness to him.

It's ridiculous to say that the first time He Yang cleaned up was when he was drugged by his manager last time and had to have a one-night stand. He Yang finally thought of helping him clean up.

Qin Zhou leaned on the man's shoulder, smelled the strange perfume on the man's body, and asked, "How is he on the bed?"

"Yanyan." He Yang frowned, let go of his hand slightly, and explained: "I have nothing to do with him, he is just mine—"

"I don't want to hear it." Qin Zhou raised his hand, put his fingertips on the man's lips, and said casually, "No matter what relationship you have with Shen Xiuzhu, you can do whatever you want."

He Yang was quiet for a while, took Qin Zhou's hand into his palm and held it tightly, explaining: "He is my friend."

"I know." Qin Zhou nodded and smiled: "It's a friend you need to take care of, a friend you hold in your palm."

"Yanyan." He Yang opened his mouth, wanting to explain something more.

Qin Zhou quickly interrupted: "I don't want to hear that."

Qin Zhou reached out to help tidy up He Yang's somewhat messy suit.

Qin Zhou acted very seriously.

After tidying up the man's clothes, Qin Zhou raised his head and said slowly, "He Yang, we are just bed partners."

Qin Zhou: "So, you can sleep with other people, and I can sleep with other people."

He Yang was still frowning, squatting halfway beside the bed, holding Qin Zhou's hand, and said, "I've taken care of you, you can't be with others."

Qin Zhou said casually: "But when you first took care of me, you didn't stipulate that I couldn't sleep with others."

He Yang held that hand tightly and said, "Now we have it."

"You can't be with others." He Yang raised his head and continued: "You can't kiss, you can't go to bed."

"A lot of requests." Qin Zhou's attitude was very loose.

"Don't be with other people." He Yang lowered his posture, "I'm the only bed partner, okay?"

Qin Zhou didn't say anything, just looked down at the man in front of him, and didn't say yes or no.

He Yang waited for a while, but he didn't wait for the young man's reply.

In the end, He Yang bypassed the topic and asked, "Did he hurt you?"

"I heard it." He Yang tried his best to control his emotions, and asked softly, "Where did he get it, can I have a look?"

Qin Zhou still didn't speak, but still raised his hand a little, and opened the hem of the nightgown a little.

He Yang was half-kneeling beside the bed. After noticing the movements of Qin Zhou's hands, he looked over and found that the young man's knees were already bruised and purple.

He Yang held the young man's leg, looked at the marks on the knee, his brows became more and more wrinkled.

This mark looks like a posture of kneeling on the ground, and the man's movements were rough, so the knee was injured.

He Yang stretched out his hand, wanting to touch his knee, but he was afraid that it would hurt, so he had no choice but to withdraw his hand.

He Yang asked: "Did he force you?"

Qin Zhou still ignored it, just took a box of ointment from the side, and continued to read the instructions.

There were several boxes of trauma ointment on the bedside table, and He Yang also brought a box over. While looking at the precautions, he asked, "How did you get it?"

Qin Zhou said lightly, "I fell on the stairs."

He Yang's eyes turned cold, and he stopped talking.

He Yang took the ointments on the table, and after reading all the precautions, he picked out a box and opened it to help apply the ointments.

He Yang applied the medicine carefully, for fear of causing pain.

After applying the medicine, He Yang rubbed his knees for help, and when he raised his head inadvertently, he saw the scenery inside the nightgown.

There was only a pair of underwear in the youth's nightgown, He Yang suddenly thought of something and asked, "Is there any more?"

"Huh?" Qin Zhou was taken aback.

"Is there any pain?" He Yang asked, "Do you want to take medicine later?"

"No need." Qin Zhou said casually.

He Yang got up, put the ointment aside, leaned over suddenly, sat on the side of the bed, and stretched out his arms to hug Qin Zhou.

"Yanyan." He Yang rested his pillow on the young man's shoulder, "Just give him a hug."

Qin Zhou was still a little lazy, and didn't respond to He Yang, and didn't respond.

He Yang hugged the person in his arms, and said in a low voice: "He hurts you, don't follow him."

The man was so rough that he hurt his knees.

"Just one bed partner is enough." He Yang's tone was very light, almost begging.

Qin Zhou opened his eyes, a little lost in thought for a while.

He had been in pain before.

For the first first year, it was painful.

He Yang never asked his opinion, and he was afraid that He Yang would abandon him, so he tried his best to cater to him every time.

He had been in pain many times, but he didn't dare to say it, for fear of being bored.

It hurts and hurts, and I get used to it.

"You don't want to be with him."

Qin Zhou listened to the voice in his ear, lowered his eyes, and did not reply.

Suddenly, there was a ringing of the doorbell at the door.

Qin Zhou pushed away the man on his body and walked slowly towards the door.

Outside the door, Lin Chixiao held a box of ointment, and hurriedly said, "I just asked my assistant for it."

"Didn't you say it hurts? I asked, and the assistant said this medicine is quite useful." Lin Chixiao scratched his hair in embarrassment, and asked, "Is your knee okay? Does it still hurt?"

"It's nothing." Qin Zhou also smiled, but shook his head and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Then you try this." Lin Chixiao handed over the box of ointment.

Qin Zhou took the box of ointment and said, "Thank you—"

Lin Chixiao wanted to say something more, but he inadvertently noticed behind Qin Zhou, and suddenly became a little surprised.

Qin Zhou also noticed the expression on Lin Chixiao's face, but before he could turn his head, he felt his waist tighten and his body was surrounded by a man's breath.

He Yang hugged Qin Zhou from behind, looked at the man outside the door, and called out casually, "A'nan?"

Lin Chixiao was taken aback for a moment, but still nodded with a smile and said, "Hello."

The expression on He Yang's face became even colder, he took the box of ointment in Qin Zhou's hand, threw it directly outside the door, and said coldly: "No need."

Qin Zhou frowned, and moved the hands on his waist, "He Yang, stop making trouble." Lin Chixiao: You want to find Anan, what does it matter to me, Lin Chixiao?