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

Zhou Cheng tried to think about the password that He Xiao might use, but after much deliberation, he still felt that the password was a very personal thing, and for an outsider, trying to guess it correctly was like finding a needle in a haystack.

To some extent, He Minnan gave him an almost impossible task.

He looked at the electronic dial on the safe, and his heart was so anxious that sweat even oozed from his forehead.

Seeing that the half-hour time limit was about to come, Zhou Cheng raised his arm after some consideration, reached out and pressed a string of numbers that had been circling in his mind for a long time.

1011 is the same as the password of the door lock, which is the day when he lived in this villa.

He didn't think it was important enough for a man to set such an important password as a number related to him, but right now, he couldn't think of anything else besides these.

Passwords that are generally easy to guess, such as birthdays, or 666888, which is considered auspicious by Chinese people, should not be used with He Xiao's temper.

So the only thing he could think of... was this string of numbers, which might hold some weight in his heart.

He carefully pressed the string of numbers on the panel buttons, and entered the last number with nervousness and apprehension.

Suddenly, the safe suddenly emitted a series of piercing beeps.

Zhou Cheng's heart tightened suddenly, his face turned pale, and he was at a loss trying to find the switch to turn off the sound on the safe.Fortunately, before he could find the switch, the beeping stopped after three beeps.

The words that the password was entered incorrectly are displayed on the fluorescent panel.

Certainly not.

Rao had expected that it would not be so easy to guess right, but Zhou Cheng still felt some indescribable disappointment in his heart.

Seeing that the time was up, he didn't continue to try again, rearranged the hanging pictures, and exited the study carefully.

After returning to the room, he took out a notebook, wrote down the numbers he tried just now and then crossed them out. After thinking for a while, he wrote down a few numbers that he thought were possible on the paper.

After tossing around until noon, the servant knocked on the door and told him that lunch was ready, so he stopped what he was doing and went down to eat lunch.

In the afternoon, he practiced the piano for a while as usual. Maybe it was because he didn't sleep well last night. After playing a piece of music, he felt sleepy.

This sleep went straight into the evening. Outside the window was the drowsy winter dusk. The sun had already sunk into the horizon, leaving only the last touch of golden-orange hue on the horizon.

When Zhou Cheng walked into the bathroom with his clothes, He Xiao just drove the car into the yard downstairs and stopped steadily on the lawn.

The servant came out of the kitchen in a hurry, still wearing an apron.

Walking to the door, he bumped into He Xiao who was entering.

"Mr. He...you came back really early today, and dinner...may take a while to finish."

093 Slag of glass and sugar together with water to swallow He Xiao lowered his head and changed his shoes at the entrance, his handsome face was dull, "It's okay."

"Okay...then I'll call you when I'm done."

After changing his shoes, He Xiao went straight up to the second floor. He walked up the stairs with his long legs. With his slender fingers, he loosened the tie around his neck and pulled it off.

Walking into the bedroom, I didn't see anyone in the room, but the lights were on in the bathroom next to it, and there was the sound of dripping water.

He Xiao turned on the light, and bright light immediately leaked from the ceiling, illuminating the clean and quiet room.

A corner of the quilt on the bed was lifted, and there was an open notebook and a pen on the table at one side.

Seeing the familiar gadget, he raised his eyebrows, and walked over with his long legs.

He bought this pen by chance when he wanted to buy something for Zhou Cheng on a whim, but he didn't expect him to still keep it, and it could be seen that it was kept very well, without many traces of use.

He Xiao picked up the pen and played with it for a while, then his eyes casually fell on the notebook next to him.

It's just a very ordinary notepad with some seemingly random numbers recorded on it.

He Xiao glanced at it casually, but as the strings of numbers floated through his mind, the movement of turning the pen in his hand gradually slowed down.

He narrowed his sharp and deep eyes, and took the notebook in his hand.

1011 is a series of numbers that have been crossed out. He doesn't know what these horizontal bars mean.

And on the entire page, only this string of numbers was crossed out.

The only obvious thing is that these recorded numbers seem to be related to him, with his birthday date, license plate number, and even... the date of his mother's death.

Suddenly there was the sound of the doorknob being pressed in the bathroom, his eyes flickered, he put everything back in its original place, then turned around and sat down calmly on the sofa at the end of the bed.

His thoughts were interrupted, he looked at the night outside the window, his dark eyes were as thick as ink.

When Zhou Cheng came out of the bathroom brushing his hair, he suddenly saw a figure sitting by the French window, and his breathing froze for a moment.

He subconsciously looked at the book that had not been put away on the table, then at the man who seemed to be distracted, and walked over with complicated eyes.

He Xiao heard approaching footsteps, looked away from the window, and turned his head.

The fragrance of the boy's body after bathing and the slightly moist water vapor touched the tip of his nose briefly, and as he walked towards the desk, the fragrance quickly dissipated.

Zhou Cheng seemingly casually closed the notebook and put it in his schoolbag. While wondering whether the man had read the content on it, he turned around and was caught off guard by the man's gaze on him.

Four eyes facing each other.

The words he subconsciously wanted to say slipped to his lips, but he remembered the tight relationship between the two of them now, so he didn't say it for a long time.

The two are speechless.

He choked in his throat, finally pursed his lips, lowered his eyelashes, and walked straight towards the door.

"Chengcheng."

When passing by the end of the bed, the man suddenly made a low voice.

Zhou Cheng paused, and in the next second, he was carried by the man's outstretched long arms.

The center of gravity was out of balance, and under the action of inertia, he fell onto the man's lap, and was grabbed by the man's waist.

He Xiao hugged him, raised his head to meet his rather cold eyes, and felt that he was almost familiar with him like this.

"Don't you even want to talk to me now?" His tone seemed to be mixed with unwillingness, but his eyes were almost tender.

Facing Zhou Cheng like this, he was even reluctant to use a tone of accusation.

Zhou Cheng's eyes darkened for a while, "I have nothing to say to you."

The room was very quiet, even though the lights were as bright as day, it still felt inexplicably deserted, especially after his words fell.

He Xiao looked at him indifferently, his deep eyes did not cause any waves.

After a while, he lowered his head, slowly rested his forehead on Zhou Cheng's chest, and said softly in a tired voice, "I heard from the servant that you haven't gone out for several days, so I will accompany you to the suburbs to climb mountains tomorrow, okay?" Take it easy."

In fact, even if he didn't say anything, Zhou Cheng could still see his state during this time, always looking very tired.

What's more, he often leaves early and returns late, and sometimes even after returning, he still has to work until midnight.

Although he didn't know what happened to the company, but judging from the news revealed by He Minnan, he should have encountered some trouble recently.

Zhou Cheng didn't want to admit that his heart had softened, but at this moment, he really couldn't say the words of rejection... So this matter was settled like this.

After dinner, the man went to the study as usual, and Zhou Cheng couldn't help feeling a little guilty when he remembered that he had touched the things inside during the day.

Fortunately, nothing happened.

Just like the first night, after the early morning, he was half asleep and half awake when he was suddenly hugged by a man who had just taken a shower.Suddenly awakened from consciousness, his out-of-focus pupils froze for a few seconds after meeting the man's quiet black eyes, and the tense nerves eased a little.

"It's me," He Xiao pecked at his clean face, and comforted him in a hoarse voice, "It's okay, go to sleep."

Zhou Cheng looked at him in bewilderment for a while, then slowly closed his eyes in response.

He Xiao hugged him and quickly fell asleep.

Half an hour later, Zhou Cheng opened his eyes suddenly, listening to the sound of shallow and even breathing in front of him, his eyes were clear and he did not feel sleepy.

He carefully pulled the man's arms around his waist, and after making sure that he was still in a deep sleep, he got off the bed lightly, walked barefoot to the door, and closed the door behind him.

What he didn't know was that the moment the door was closed and there was a slight movement, the man's dark pupils opened in the darkness...Zhou Cheng first went to the second bedroom next door, took out the daylight The USB flash drive used is plugged into the idle laptop on the table.

In this way, even if the man finds out that he slipped out of the room in the middle of the night afterwards, he will not be able to see what happened afterwards.

He knew it was risky to do so, but he didn't have much time left. If he wanted to go out during the day tomorrow, it meant that he would have no chance to go to the study during the day. What's more, if He Xiao planned not to go to the company all day tomorrow , then he probably won't have the chance to go again at night.

There is only one chance a day.

He couldn't waste an opportunity in vain.

The more gentle a man is to him, the more afraid he will be, afraid that he will fall into his gentleness...and make a wrong choice.

Zhou Cheng went to the study, just to be on the safe side, he closed the door and didn't turn on the light.

In the darkness, he touched the wall with the faint light from the window, and opened the landscape painting on the wall.

If the password is entered incorrectly, an alarm will sound, which is very annoying.

In view of this, he can only pray that the sound insulation conditions of the study pass, and that the distance from the corridor outside is far enough.

This time, he quickly pressed a series of numbers. If it was his birthday, men might not use it, but if it was a sufficiently special existence, perhaps, it was not impossible.

The number he pressed was He Xiao's mother's birthday, and the date was what he saw behind the photo he had seen.

Along with the date of birth, there is also a date written on it-the day of her death.

Only, unfortunately, it was wrong this time too.

The sudden beep sounded in the extremely quiet environment, and compared with the daytime, there was a harsher illusion.

Rao was the first time Zhou Cheng put the portrait back on, and the movement still made him shudder.

At this time, the man was standing outside the door, and just like him, he heard the voice.