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

He Xiao took a glass of warm water and handed him the pills, "Take the medicine and lie down on the bed later, don't take a bath tonight, let the sweat out before washing."

Zhou Cheng glanced at the things in his hand, his expression was so calm that it was almost expressionless, "Can we talk?"

In the huge dining room, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

He Xiao frowned, maintaining his original posture, "Take the medicine first."

He stood like that, wearing the simplest shirt and trousers, but he was so cold that ordinary people couldn't match it. Temperament was more like an innate gift.

What he said was beyond words, and the atmosphere fell silent for a while, and the two of them stood face to face, like a frozen portrait.

After a while, Zhou Cheng stretched out his hand and took the water and medicine into his hand.

After he took the medicine, He Xiao bent down, and just as his long arm reached behind his back, Zhou Cheng had put one hand on his shoulder, stopping his next move.

He lowered his eyelids, and he didn't even glance at the man's face from the corner of his eyes, he just said indifferently, "I'll go by myself."

He Xiao looked at him, and at the moment when the jaw was tense, a blue vein burst open and throbbed.

After a while, he withdrew his hand and took a step back.

Zhou Cheng lowered his head, stood up while leaning on the back of the chair, and walked upstairs.

He walked very slowly, and He Xiao followed behind, matching his pace, always separated by two or three steps.

Back in the bedroom, Zhou Cheng lifted the quilt and lay down on the bed again. He was top-heavy, and he felt much more comfortable once he lay down.

He Xiao tucked the quilt up for him, found the medicine box, took out a fever-reducing sticker and stuck it on him.

After finishing all this, he sat down by the bed, looked at Zhou Cheng and asked in a low voice, "What do you want to talk about?"

What he wants to talk about, in fact, there is no need to ask, both of them know it well.

The negotiations in the afternoon ended with Zhou Cheng's emotional breakdown, and the problem was not resolved.

He Xiao knew very well in his heart that even if he could avoid this problem for a while, he would not be able to avoid it forever. According to his understanding of Zhou Cheng, either Zhou Cheng's compromise would be the final result of this matter, otherwise, he would definitely work hard and find ways to solve it. fled from him.

And the only thing he can do now is to completely dispel his idea.

Hearing the sound, Zhou Cheng slowly opened his eyes, his slightly out-of-focus eyes wandered in the air for a while, and finally fixed on the man's handsome face.

It was so uncomfortable that his eyes were not even in focus.

He wanted to sit up, but was quickly stopped by the man.

He Xiao took a pillow from the head of the bed, supported the back of his head with his palm, and placed the pillow on top of the original pillow before putting him back.Zhou Cheng tilted his head, his flushed face pressed against the soft pillow, and the fever-reducing patch on his forehead felt cool.

He opened his confused eyes and remained silent for a while before slowly opening his mouth, "What exactly do you want to let me go?"

Maybe it was because of his illness, but at this moment he looked fragile, and even the tone of his speech was very pitiful.

He Xiao lowered his eyebrows and didn't answer for a moment. His big hand with big bones was playing with Zhou Cheng's hand that fell outside the quilt.

He has always liked these hands very much, each finger is very beautiful, not as petite and slender as a woman's hand, but very slender, white and clean with a bit of masculine bone feeling, when pressed on the strings , Sometimes it's more like teasing people's hearts.

"Then I might as well ask," the man asked in a low and calm voice, "What exactly is going to happen, so you understand that I can't let go?"

Zhou Cheng was not surprised when he gave such an answer, and even secretly expected such an answer, he suddenly pulled the corners of his lips, showing a wry smile of desolation and mockery, "What's the point?"

He stared at the man's handsome face, "We are not people from the same world, I don't understand why you are obsessed with a relationship that is only maintained with money...There are many people like me, right? ? Why is it me?"

The movements of He Xiao's hands followed his words, and he paused.

The snow outside the window seemed to have never stopped. Even the closed doors and windows could not completely isolate the movement of the north wind. It was very clear at this moment when the room was absolutely quiet.

He raised his eyes to meet Zhou Cheng's half-closed eyes, and his thin lips gradually formed a straight line.

"For you, is the relationship between us just maintained by money?"

In Zhou Cheng's eyes, which were covered with a layer of mist, the empty pupils trembled almost imperceptibly.

He suddenly remembered the moment when the man hugged him and said he loved him.

At that time, his whole body and mind were filled with resentment and anger, and he just thought it was ridiculous to say this about him and this sentence.

He never thought that this would be true.

When he was in a daze, the man said the last words they talked that night, "Zhou Cheng, you are still young, and you still have a lot of opportunities for trial and error, so you won't understand. If you have to hold on to something, you must hold on to it, because if you miss it, you probably won't have a chance to do it again... And you are the only one I don't want to miss in my life."

Three days later, the weather that had been snowing for several days finally cleared up.

The rare sunny day, the long-lost sunshine makes people feel happy physically and mentally.

He Xiao stayed at home with Zhou Cheng for a day, and because of the excessive work accumulated during the funeral, and because Zhou Cheng's fever subsided the next day, although he was still a little weak, he was fine, so he returned to the company.

There was an extra servant at home, who was in charge of Zhou Cheng's food and daily life during this period.

Of course, Zhou Cheng's understanding of this is not so much that He Xiao invited him to take care of him, but rather that he hired a doll to monitor him so that he could keep track of his situation at home at any time.

Speaking of the servant, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen Lin Keke for a while. After asking, he found out that the man unilaterally told her not to come again because he learned of the conflict between the two. However, Zhou Cheng knew that these things were a long time later.

He Xiao started to get very busy, sometimes even too busy to come back for dinner.

After the conversation that night, the two of them didn't speak for several days in a row. The man left early and returned late. Often when he returned home late at night, Zhou Cheng had already fallen asleep, and the next morning, he went out early. Door.

Zhou Cheng adapted quickly to this kind of life, after all, for him, such a life should be the norm.

It's not that he didn't think about leaving, but to be realistic, He Xiao called a strong bodyguard to guard the door.

Obviously, if he wanted to forcefully walk out of this villa, it would be impossible.

But He Xiao didn't completely restrict his freedom, as long as he said where he wanted to go, even the bodyguard would act as his personal driver to take him there.

However, to him, this kind of freedom is just a life with long chains. In essence, it is no different from him being chained.

He couldn't escape the man's palm, as long as he wanted to maintain such a relationship, he could only cooperate.

After lunch, Zhou Cheng planned to practice the piano and then take a small lunch break.

The winter vacation at the school was about to start, and he didn't plan to go back. Firstly, he wouldn't learn much if he went back at this time, and secondly, since the last time he separated from Jiang Fan, the two hadn't been in touch for a long time.

I probably understand it in my heart... Even if I contact you, I don't know what to say.

As for Jiang Fan, Zhou Cheng didn't even want to see him, given his unbearable status.

That friend who was always enthusiastic and sincere, he was afraid to see the eyes he least wanted to see from his eyes... A song was halfway through, and the phone on the bedside suddenly rang.

Zhou Cheng put down the piano in his hand, walked over and picked it up.

He looked at the number displayed on it, and after several previous impressions, this time he quickly remembered that this was the number He Minnan used to contact him.

His eyes darkened, and after hesitating for a few seconds on the top of the screen with his fingertips, he still clicked to answer.

"Yo, I thought you wouldn't answer my call." As soon as the call was connected, a man's voice accompanied by a low laugh came from the other end of the radio.

Zhou Cheng sat down on the single sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window. The warm sunshine in the afternoon diffused into the transparent window and shone on the carpet under his feet. The quiet and beautiful picture made people feel warm... If There was no man's voice on the other end of the phone.

He Minnan continued to say, "how is it? How are you doing recently? It's been a while since I told you that my second uncle is getting married. I heard that he hasn't come to the company for a few days. Why? , so noisy?"

The schadenfreude in He Minnan's laughter could probably be heard by anyone.

Zhou Cheng looked down at the light at his feet, and replied casually, "My mother passed away, and he just helped me with the funeral."

The low laughter in the ears stopped abruptly.

Finally, the man's voice sounded again, "Sorry."

Zhou Cheng never needed the crocodile's tears, so he asked flatly, "What can you do with me?"

He didn't continue talking about what happened just now, which surprised He Minnan, and raised his stern eyebrows, "It's nothing, I'm just bored, seeing my second uncle calling the shots in the company again, domineering, I feel very intrusive, want to Looking for you to pass the time."

He withdrew his overlapping long legs from the desk, got up and turned around, walked to the French window, put one hand on the glass curtain wall, looked at the busy traffic outside the window, and said with the corners of his lips curled up, "Let's talk again, I listen to you." What does grandpa mean, the wedding is set for this month, your dear? Haven’t you made any decision yet? Or, are you going to let him raise it like this? Be a canary?”

The words were sharp and blunt.

In the past, Zhou Cheng would probably have turned into anger because of this level of provocation, but maybe he has just experienced great grief, and now there are very few things that can arouse his emotions.

"Believe it or not, I've had a showdown with him, but I can't go."