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

"Forget it, He Xiao," the boy lowered his head and took a deep breath, and then raised his head. There was no abnormality on his face, and he looked at the man with a pair of quiet eyes and said softly, "Whether you really want to get married, or outside I'm spreading rumors, I don't care anymore, I want to break up with you, it's just that I don't want to continue, do you understand?"

The implication is that even apart from the fact that he wants to get married, he still wants to separate.

He no longer has any reason to maintain this kind of relationship with men. In the past, it could be because of his mother's medical expenses. Now, he can't spoil himself for money and enjoy a good life.

He has hands and the ability to feed himself.

While it's clear he's going to have a rough time, at least he's going to live with dignity.

"So you've already decided?" He Xiao's deep eyes were covered with a layer of blood red stained by anger, the knuckles holding the umbrella handle turned white with force, and the veins on the back of the hand burst out, and even a kind of The illusion that the metal will deform under his force, "You want to tell me, tell me this now, just to inform me?"

There was a faint smile on Zhou Cheng's face, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, he still looked at the man indifferently, "You can think that I think so."

He Xiao only felt that his chest was about to be torn apart by the anger at this moment, and the unprecedented anger rushed straight to the top of his head, burning all his calmness and restraint in a short moment.

Angry to the extreme, he had a low smile in his throat, and every word seemed to pop out from his throat, "Throw it away when you're done using it, do you think I'll let you leave so easily?"

He took a step towards the boy, grabbed his eyes coldly, stroked the boy's icy cheeks with his slender and clean fingers, and said in an almost gentle voice, "You are still too naive, Chengcheng, like me." Businessmen are reasonable, how can you have a chance of winning."

Zhou Cheng felt his warm fingertips rubbing against his face, and his skin, which had been numb from the cold, regained consciousness under his touch, "What do you want? I have hands and feet, unless you put I lock it up, or I'll leave sooner or later."

"How could I be willing to lock you up? I don't have time to hurt you, so how can I let you suffer like this." A low sneer overflowed from the man's throat, and bloodthirsty pleasure flashed across his bottomless black pupils.

The snow was still falling, and there was a trend of getting bigger and bigger, and the whistling of wind and snow could be heard from time to time.

Zhou Cheng looked at the darkness flickering in the depths of the man's black eyes, and a hint of ominous premonition emerged from the bottom of his heart. He frowned and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Don't worry," He Xiao's slender lips always drew a slight curve, and he replied in a low-mellow magnetic voice, "as long as you behave well, I guarantee that your father will come out safely... .Otherwise, I don't know what I would have done."

With a "snap", a crisp and loud slap hit the side of the man's face.

The big black umbrella then fell to the ground.

Like a ferocious beast that had been looking for food for a long time, Fengxue rushed towards the two figures in front of the tomb.

There was disbelief in Zhou Cheng's eyes, and the tip of the finger that hit the man's face was still trembling due to emotional fluctuations.

He has never had such a strong hatred for a person like this moment, even if he was coldly looked at by others at first.

He didn't notice the coldness on his body, the man slowly turned his cheek that was eccentric, and looked at him coldly with deep dark eyes.

Zhou Cheng felt a chill for no reason, but it was only for a short moment.

He took his gaze away from the man, and then walked past him.

There was a creaking sound of feet on the snow.

After walking two steps, the sound of a man's footsteps sounded behind him. Then, he was grabbed by the shoulders and brought back abruptly.

His back slammed into the man's solid and powerful chest.

He Xiao wrapped his long arms tightly around the person in his arms, and buried his head deep into his neck, like a fish facing the depletion of the lake, deeply absorbing the clean breath from him.

Zhou Cheng heard the man whisper in his ear, "Chengcheng, don't go... okay?"

The man kissed his neck, his hoarse voice carried a trace of panic, and between the opening and closing of his thin lips, all the hot breath of his lips sprayed behind his ears.

Zhou Cheng stared ahead, his calm eyes remained calm, and said two words coldly, "Let go."

The more quiet he was, the harder the man tightened his arms, and in the end, he hugged him tightly as if he wanted to embed him in his body.

Zhou Cheng was strangled so hard that he could hardly breathe, and the despair in his heart brought his sanity to the brink of collapse... The man's voice was still whispering in his ear, "Chengcheng...promise me , eh? As long as you promise me, I won't do anything to your father...I just don't want to lose you."

Tears overflowed from Zhou Cheng's red eyes, and slid down his cheeks... "He Xiao... let go." He opened his lips mechanically and numbly, and muttered as if praying.

But the man seemed to be unable to hear, turned his body around, looked at the tear stains on his face, and his heart was suddenly tightened.

"Chengcheng, I love you."

Zhou Cheng closed his eyes, feeling extremely exhausted physically and mentally.

He Xiao stared at his closed eyelids, as if his heart had been stabbed out, "Chengcheng, I love you, do you hear?"

The boy opened his lips, "He Xiao..." "I can give you whatever you want, but I can't fulfill you if you leave me..." Zhou Cheng opened his eyes suddenly. In the blink of an eye, he struggled to break away from his embrace. He Xiao was unprepared and was thrown away by him.

He watched the boy take a few steps back, and yelled at him hoarsely, "Then what do you want from me! I have nothing, why are you pushing me like this! Why don't you even give me my only luxury?" !"

He Xiao looked at his collapsed appearance, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes. In the next second, his consciousness had reacted one step ahead of his body, and he reached out to catch his crumbling body. Zhou Cheng was hugged back by the man, leaning against him weakly. On him, wept bitterly and joyfully.

This was the first time he cried since his mother died.

In the icy and snowy world, the two stood in the silvery white snow and leaned on each other closely.

It was already evening when we returned to the villa.

He Xiao carried the man who fell asleep from crying tired out of the carriage, and walked straight to the door with long legs.

Zhou Cheng slept soundly, probably because his tense nerves were completely relaxed after venting his emotions, and his body couldn't bear the high pressure, so he fell into a deep sleep.

He Xiao carried him back to the room, then went downstairs to the kitchen, and picked some ingredients from the refrigerator.

Just about to clean things up, the phone rang suddenly.

He frowned, shook off the water stains on his hands, took out his mobile phone from his trousers pocket, glanced at the note name displayed on it, and his dark eyes froze.

His slender fingers tapped the call button. As soon as the call was connected, there was a vigorous and powerful growl from the other end, "Where are you? Why don't you come back for dinner? I haven't seen you all day today. Are you deliberately Embarrass your Uncle Yin's family?"

He Xiao stood quietly in front of the stove, with a tall figure, listening to the angry scolding, his handsome and cold face was calm, "It's your wishful thinking to invite them to dinner, what does it have to do with me? I said a long time ago If you do these things in the future, I will not accompany you in any of them."

"He Xiao!"

Obviously, his indifferent tone successfully angered the other end of the phone, and the old man's roar became more and more angry, "What's your name? People who are about to get married, don't you want to hide?"

He Xiao narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly, and his voice was neither high nor low, "I'll repeat it for the last time, no matter what ideas you and the Yin family have, I can't agree to this marriage."

"you……"

There was still something to say at the other end, but He Xiao glanced at the streetlights that suddenly lit up outside the window, and interrupted him coldly, "I've got nothing to do, I'll hang up, you can enjoy it slowly."

After finishing speaking, he cut off the call and threw the phone on the table.

Half an hour later, he brought the last dish to the table, but Zhou Cheng still hadn't come down.

He took off his apron and went upstairs.

The master bedroom was very dark, the lights were not turned on, and under the dim light, a bulge was faintly visible on the bed.

He Xiao didn't turn on the light, walked to the bed in the dark, and bent down.

Zhou Cheng's head was huddled under the quilt, as if he hadn't woken up yet, his breathing was shallow and steady.

He Xiao pulled back the quilt on his face, propped the mattress with one hand, lowered his head and kissed his warm sleeping face, and said softly against his soft skin, "Chengcheng."

Zhou Cheng's eyelashes moved, but they didn't open.

The corners of He Xiao's mouth were slightly raised, and the thin lips rolled over his soft face, spreading to the corners of his lips, and finally, they accurately touched his lips, rubbed them gently, and then stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick them slowly.

Zhou Cheng was still in a dream, only feeling his breath being taken away slowly, he frowned, and opened his eyes blankly.

It was pitch black, and the man's tender black eyes were like a gleaming obsidian, which was particularly eye-catching in the darkness.

He Xiao kissed him for a while, then let him go, and whispered to him in a hoarse voice, "Are you awake? Dinner is ready, get up and eat."

Zhou Cheng looked at him for a while, then sat up from the bed.

I don't know if it was because of the wind, but his head hurts.

He Xiao dragged the cotton under his feet and put it away, looked up to see him holding his forehead, looking very uncomfortable, his stern brows tightened, "What's wrong, headache?"

Zhou Cheng shook his head, put on his shoes and walked towards the bathroom, "I'm going to wash my face."

He Xiao looked at his back, reached out to turn on the light in the room, and the expression on his face became lonely under the light.

Even if Zhou Cheng didn't say anything, he could still feel the indifference coming from him.

After they went downstairs to eat together, He Xiao touched Zhou Cheng's forehead, it was already very hot.

"I have a fever," he said with a sullen face, "why didn't you say you didn't feel well?"

Zhou Cheng pushed his hand away from his forehead, lowered his head, "I'm fine."

"The fever is so bad, you tell me it's okay?"

He Xiao watched him remain silent for a while, and then suppressed his anger. He turned and went upstairs to find the medicine box, and returned with two antipyretics.

Listening to his movements, Zhou Cheng sat on the dining chair and stared blankly at the night outside the window.