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He Beixun couldn't sleep tonight, he tossed and turned on the bed, and Huang Xing scolded unbearably: "Are you a maggot? Roll to sleep on the sofa."

He Beixun didn't dare to move anymore, and lay there with his neck stiff for a while, when He Beixun suddenly said, "Chen'er."

As soon as Huang Xing heard this address, goose bumps appeared all over his body, and he couldn't help laughing. He thought about it, but still didn't stop He Beixun: "What's wrong?"

He Beixun was a little worried: "I won't be able to catch up with you in three years, right?"

Huang Chen smiled: "What? Are you scared?"

"That's not true." He Beixun lay down a little melancholy, with his arms under his head: "I'm not angry at you today, I'm angry at myself. I don't even have money for your birthday. You can eat a few skewers for 200 yuan." , shabby"

If after three years, I am not as good as that, what face will I have to chase after you.

Huang Xing didn't have time to feel his sentimentality: "He Beixun, have you noticed that you are almost calling yourself my boyfriend now."

To celebrate his birthday again, and to prevent him from accepting gifts, tsk.

"Hahahahahaha" This sentence did not know which word hit He Beixun, and after a while he smiled happily: "Say it again."

"what?"

"Say I'm your boyfriend."

"Neuropathy."

He Beixun had never thought the words "my boyfriend" sounded so good before. He smacked his lips twice, feeling a little aftertaste.

"When I catch up with you in the future, I must let you say that every day."

Huang Xing smiled, and said in a low voice: "This day is gone."

He Beixun has long been used to being beaten by Huang Xing, and he didn't hear any difference between these words.

"Chen'er."

Huang Xing had goosebumps again: "What are you doing?"

"Can I hug you?"

Huang Xing: "Why are you so disgusting today?"

He Beixun knew that this was what Huang Xing meant by default.

He Beixun pulled out his arms, and his upper body pressed all over Huang Xing's body.

"Fuck, He Beixun, you fucking forced out my dinner."

He Beixun held Huang Xing and the quilt in his arms with both arms: "I don't know what's going on, but now when I see you, I want to hug and touch you, even if it's arm touching arm, flesh touching flesh. .”

Huang Xing didn't struggle anymore, he suddenly asked without beginning or end: "Isn't it almost Valentine's Day?"

He Beixun's eyes lit up, and he almost wagged his tail happily: "You want to celebrate Valentine's Day with me? There is still more than a month, but the Chinese New Year is coming soon."

It turns out that Valentine's Day is almost a month away.

When He Beixun fell asleep, his hands were still tightly around Huang Xing. Huang Xing lay with his eyes open for a long time. After making sure that he was fast asleep, he gently removed him, put on slippers, put on a coat and went out. bedroom.

What he told He Beixun today, he only told half, and kept half.

For example, at that time, he had nowhere to go and borrowed money from Chen Zhihuai who was not familiar with him.

He selfishly used Chen Zhihuai's feelings, but no one is stupid as an adult, why Chen Zhihuai lent him the 25 yuan was just a promise from him.

At that time, Huang Xing said, if I can't repay the money within three years, then I promise to be with you.

This emotional money deal is closed.

And the day he borrowed the money happened to be Valentine's Day.

Three years, only the last month.

[-], for a person who is struggling at the bottom, if he earns money, he can't save [-] even if he doesn't eat or drink, so he once again took advantage of a man's feelings for him.

"Extortion" asked He Beixun's uncle for [-] yuan.

Huang Xing's body seemed to be rusted, he slowly bent down, buried his face in his hands, and didn't lift up for a long time.

After so many years, he felt fear today, and his body was trembling finely. He was afraid that a month later He Beixun would know how despicable he was, and what kind of eyes would he use to look at him?

Will you hate him?

Only today did he deeply realize that he was afraid that He Beixun would hate him when he left.

His heart, which is cold-blooded and ruthless to everyone, is actually open to an idiot like He Beixun, haha, how ridiculous.

When He Beixun woke up the next day, Huang Xing was still fast asleep, and He Beixun's arm was still resting on Huang Xing's body, which made He Beixun very happy when he opened his eyes in the morning.

He Beixun got tired of lying on the bed for a while, and when it couldn't be later, he reluctantly took his arms back.

He Beixun still has to go out today. He has long been used to getting up so early every morning to go to the other side of the city, add a watch, and then come back.

After He Beixun went out lightly, Huang Xing sat up from the bed, his eyes were clear, as if he hadn't slept all night, Huang Xing hesitated for a while, then quickly put on his clothes and followed out.

He Beixun hummed a song and skillfully pushed onto the electric car, and walked south.

Huang Xing followed behind him, called a taxi, and followed him secretly.

He Beixun walked for a long time, and Huang Xing followed him from a distance, from dark to dawn.

Until He Beixun arrived at a reception desk.

This reception is in front of a certain prison, and Huang Xing sat in the car, watching He Beixun skillfully enter the door, park the car, and then lean against the door to wait for the people at the reception to go to work.

Huang Xing couldn't tell what mood he was in. He wanted to call He Beixun a fool, but he felt so distressed.

Young Master He, who was once arrogant and domineering, is now leaning against the wall, shrinking his neck coldly, waiting for someone to go to work alone.

Huang Xing couldn't take it anymore after watching it for a while, he quickly closed the window, and the taxi driver asked: "Young man, are you leaving?"

Huang Xing: "Wait a minute, I'm sorry master, just wait a moment."

At eight o'clock, the people in the reception room came to work on time. At this time, the number of people queuing outside the door had increased a lot. He Beixun lined up in silence, entered the door, waited for a while, came out again, and rode away on his bicycle.

Does he come here every day?

Why did you leave?Don't you want to visit the prison?

Why come every day?

"You mean that person?" The people in the reception room seemed to have long wanted to find someone to complain about, and when someone asked, it was as if they had opened up a chatterbox.

"He comes every day, how many times have I told him that his father is not allowed to visit the prison for one year, and he still comes to fill out forms and submit applications every day. No matter how much he persuades him, we won't persuade him now. Let him fill it out. In the future Pull it out for him and throw it away, and he won’t be able to get in anyway..."