After being coveted by old men for many years, I quit

For the next time, until the car drove back to the gate of the villa, the two of them did not communicate any more.

Zhou Cheng didn't know how he should react to the man's last words, so he simply chose to remain silent.

The man was looking at his mobile phone all the way, and occasionally answered a call, but hung up after a few words.

He seemed to be in a bad mood, and his attitude when answering the phone was gloomy and indifferent that Zhou Cheng had never seen before.

Even he could feel the sense of oppression in that kind of aura without anger and prestige.

Zhou Cheng originally thought that He Xiao was dealing with work. After all, he was usually very busy with work, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was busy with everything, but judging from his tone of voice when he answered the phone, and the few words that leaked when he spoke, it seemed that he didn't want to. like that.

He didn't know what happened, and the man didn't bring it up.

Back at the villa, He Xiao got out of the car, and when he turned around, he saw Zhou Cheng struggling to lift two large bags from the trunk, his puffed cheeks showed that he was struggling.

He chuckled, strolled over, and then naturally stretched out his hand in front of the boy, "Give it to me."

Zhou Cheng glanced at him, "No need, just close the hood."

But the man didn't seem to hear what he said, reached out to take the things in his hand, and walked towards the gate with the bag in his hands.

Zhou Cheng moved his slightly acidic arm on the spot, looked at the man's straight figure, and wondered if it was time to find time to exercise.

After tossing all morning, the two of them didn't eat anything, so they were really hungry.

He Xiao put the two bags into the kitchen, turned around and went straight to the second floor.

He changed the wrinkled suit on his body, threw it into the trash can, and then found a set of light home clothes from the drawer.

Just as he was about to change his clothes, he raised his eyes inadvertently, but the movements of his hands stopped.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the image reflected in the wardrobe mirror, and slowly turned his head.

With the help of the bright light, he really saw a bright mark on the side of his neck.

If he hadn't happened to look in the mirror, maybe he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

What's more, if he didn't find out, it would be self-evident who would find out after wearing this collarless jacket.

This kind of thing itself is an ambiguous existence, not to mention that he didn't know how much the woman said to Zhou Cheng last night, a preconceived notion, coupled with an existence of solid evidence, no matter how he explains it, I'm afraid it won't help. .

I have to say that the woman is indeed a little clever, and she has a lot of calculations, but she is using the wrong place. Not only will she not create the situation she wants, but she will also kill her... Zhou Cheng put the bought ingredients into the refrigerator one by one, and took a few more from them, preparing to make the ingredients to be cooked later.

He rarely cooks, let alone things that he hasn't even touched.

Just as he was about to look for tutorials online, the man came down from upstairs.

Zhou Cheng glanced at the clothes he had put on again, "Aren't you going to rest?"

He Xiao wore a light gray cashmere bottoming shirt, and a pair of beige home pants, with one hand in his trouser pocket, looking casual and elegant.

He walked to the front of the stage and glanced at the ingredients that were packed full of ingredients. The combination of meat and vegetables was good, but he took out so much at once, obviously Zhou Cheng had no idea how many ingredients should be poured into a dish.

He casually picked up a box of pork livers that hadn't been torn off the plastic wrap, raised his eyebrows at Zhou Cheng, "You bought it?"

Zhou Cheng nodded without doubting him, "Is there any question?"

"When you buy this kind of meat dishes in the future, you should be careful. Don't choose such colors, because they are not very fresh."

Not fresh anymore?

Zhou Cheng was stunned, seeing that the fresh-keeping box in his hand was troubled, should he say that there are actually several boxes in the refrigerator... He Xiao did not continue to trouble him, while rolling up his sleeves Forearm, he said to him, "Bring me the apron over there."

"Oh."

Seeing that he was going to cook, Zhou Cheng thought about his own level, and he didn't have the nerve to tell the man to let him do it by himself.

So the two ate lunch together without incident.

After eating, Zhou Cheng cleaned up the bowl as usual and put it in the dishwasher.

After following the procedure, he wanted to make himself a cup of tea.

While waiting for the water to boil, he casually looked out the window, only to realize that it was snowing outside.

The kitchen has a large window looking out to the yard.

He walked to the window sill, white snowflakes were falling from the sky, and occasionally some were stuck on the glass, but they were quickly melted.He stared in a daze, suddenly feeling a little depressed for no reason.

In the morning, he admitted that he was indeed out of control.

He originally thought that he was just indignant, and that what made him unacceptable was that what Zhou Hongfeng told him was true.

But it wasn't until the moment he turned around that he realized that all he could think about was what happened between the man and that woman last night.

He couldn't help himself from imagining, couldn't control his heart aching, and even couldn't help himself wondering whether he had... developed feelings for men that he shouldn't have.

These are the real sources of his emotions.

He felt uneasy, but helpless.

He doesn't even know what to do with himself now.

After calming down and thinking about it, what He Xiao told him was not without reason.

Without him, maybe he is really nothing.

Without money, and without another person's love and care for him, he is just a person.

That kind of sad and powerless feeling, he doesn't want to try it again in his life... But if he doesn't leave, how can he face a person who made his father go to jail... Xu Shi didn't sleep all night, physically and mentally exhausted to the extreme, Zhou Cheng finally fell asleep on the sofa in the living room.

This is what the man saw when he came down.

The boy's thin body was lying on the white sofa with his knees bent, curled up into a ball with a pillow in his arms.

He frowned, he had already taken a step before his feet, and walked over.

"Chengcheng?"

His clean knuckles touched the boy's fair cheek, watching the thick and slender eyelashes tremble, but did not open them.

He Xiao silently hooked the corner of his lower lip, pulled the pillow out of the boy's arms, threw it aside, and then stretched out his hand to hug him slowly.

Zhou Cheng still didn't wake up, probably because he was already very familiar with the man's embrace, so familiar that he could let go of all his guard, lean on him and fall asleep to his heart's content.

He Xiao carried him back to the bedroom, put him on the bed, and covered him properly with the quilt.

The phone rang untimely at this time, he looked down and cut off the phone casually.

Back in the study, he leaned against the back of the chair, first lit a cigarette for himself, took a slow puff, then picked up the phone and clicked on the call interface.

Red missed calls filled the entire screen, and they were from different people.

It seems that there are more people who are keen on buying and selling makeup on the basis of their heads than he imagined.

He Xiao ignored those missed calls, and directly found a note name from the address book, and dialed it.

In the quiet study room, a faint white smoke lingered, blurring the expression in the man's eyes.

When He Xiao was at the end of his cigarette, the phone was connected.

He didn't make a sound, and the other end called "Second Uncle" respectfully.

He Xiao leaned over and pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray to extinguish it, and said in a voice that could not hear the joy or anger, "Did you pay attention to Yin Wanhong?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end, and suddenly, he laughed lowly, "It seems that nothing can be hidden from you, second uncle, even you know this."

"Min Nan."

The laughter on the call stopped.

He Xiao rested one hand on the solid wood desk and tapped his knuckles on the table, looking calm and calm, and his words were not warm, "Do you need me to give you some advice?"

He curled his lips mockingly, even if the other party couldn't see him, there was always a sneering smile on his lips, "Although if you listened to my advice, you wouldn't be where you are today, But since you call me second uncle, I think I still have the qualifications."

At the other end, He Minnan stood in the corridor of the hospital where people came and went, his face was extremely expressionless.

He Xiao was an unequal opponent to him, and he had a clear and deep understanding of this since he was very young.

It seemed that as long as this man was around, no one would ever notice that those behind him were equally good enough to be called outstanding.

People at home feel this way, and so do people outside.

It seems that there has never been a moment when a man can say these words to him.

Zhou Cheng?

When he rushed over early in the morning, he heard that the woman had been strangled half to death, and she was taken directly to the emergency room by the Yin family.

Although it is not ruled out that the group of old antiques deliberately exaggerated the facts in order to form a marriage between the two families.

But it is enough to see from this incident that the man is really angry.

Bu Yin did it himself to do such an ugly thing.

He suddenly had some admiration for that seemingly harmless boy, who had the ability to fascinate men like this, but he had never seen He Xiao lose control like this for someone.

"Are you, are you going to be serious about me?"

He Xiao lit a cigarette again, but this time, he didn't smoke it, but just held it between his fingers, watching the scarlet light spot, which flickered on and off, "Isn't this what you have always wanted? Otherwise, you wouldn't be like a flea , dancing endlessly before my eyes."

He Minnan listened to the man's benevolent tone through the receiver, and couldn't stop laughing sinisterly, causing several people passing by to look sideways.

He smiled, "Let's wait and see."

He Xiao took the phone from his ear, hung up the phone expressionlessly, and threw it on the table.

The cigarette in his hand burned to the end, and a piece of ash fell off, landing on the beige trouser leg, quickly burning a hole.

But he didn't seem to be able to feel it. His dark and deep eyes fell on a certain place on the table without focus...Since that day, Zhou Cheng went to see Zhou Hongfeng several times. The weather was getting colder and colder. The conditions are not as good as outside, but he never complained about anything. The most frequently asked question is his mother's situation.

Once or twice, Zhou Cheng can still hide it.

But when the number of times increased, he realized that it was not an option to hide it like this, so he simply said it.