compulsory possession

"What do you mean?"

Li Beiyan raised his eyelids slightly, unwilling to even pretend to be the last bit of peace, tearing off the camouflage he had been careful for the past few days, and asked him in a voice colder than He Cong, "What do you mean?"

He Cong held the phone, the screen was always on, and the call was still going on.

The string of phone numbers upset Li Beiyan, and vicious thoughts broke through the damp and dark heart in an instant.

- why doesn't he die

——How dare he tease He Cong in front of him

- is he worthy?

He Cong stared at him sullenly, "Are you asking me for a divorce?"

Li Beiyan closed his eyes, then opened them again, and there was a fire inside, "Would you wait for me to find a piece of Hulun Buir Grassland for me?"

He Cong gritted his teeth and said a few words, "You dare to ask me for a divorce."

"It's not difficult to say these two words."

"Brother He, what's the matter?" Zhexi's voice came out of the phone, interspersed between the two of them.

He Cong didn't speak, just stared at Li Beiyan motionlessly, the word "divorce" began to burn slowly, bringing thick smoke and even anxiety to He Cong.

For a moment, he wanted to find something to seal Li Beiyan's mouth, so that he could never say the word that cut back and forth on the tip of his heart.

However, Li Beiyan still refused to stop, "Am I in your way? If so, just tell me the hell out of it, and I will withdraw immediately. If you want to drink with someone, I won't even say a word of bullshit."

"What nonsense are you talking..."

"Then what do you mean by having a drink with him in front of me!"

"..."

"Is he an orphan? I don't know if he goes back to honor his mother during the Chinese New Year and asks you to drink. Is he trying to make you older, or is he thinking of you

Shameless? "

He Cong: "Where am I shameless?"

Zhexi on the other side of the phone remained silent, unable to even hear her breathing.

The more Li Beiyan thought about it, the more angry he became, and the turbulent tide in his heart surged upwards, wave after wave, piling up into a volcano that was about to erupt.

He took out his mobile phone in a panic, unlocked it, opened the address book and found Nanyu's number, "Isn't it just drinking? Who the hell can't call someone, I'll make an appointment now."

Li Beiyan lowered his head slightly, and there were some fine tears in the corners of his eyes under his black hair.

Seeing He Cong's heart ached, he snatched the phone from Li Beiyan's hand, saw Nanyu's name, and was so angry that someone hit his head with a hammer, and he was immediately stunned.

Before his brain recovered, his hand had already thrown the unconnected phone out of the car window with the reflexes of a beast.

"He Cong!"

"Li Beiyan!!"

He Cong grabbed his wrist and pressed it down hard, feeling uncomfortable. He thought it was over in Chongqing, but he didn't expect Li Beiyan to exchange phone calls with him, and even threatened him with Nanyu.

But if he changed someone else, He Cong would not be so outrageous.

These years, whenever he thinks of Li Beiyan accepting Nanyu's marriage proposal, and Li Beiyan being abducted by him and causing them to be separated for three years, He Cong would like to make him disappear immediately.

"Isn't it good for everyone to go to drink? You green me a foot, and I green you a foot, that's only fair."

"Shut up! Stop talking!"

Zhexi asked on the phone: "Brother He, are you still coming to play?"

He Cong yelled over there domineeringly: "Play with your mother, I'm playing off!"

There was a pause over there, and hesitantly said: "No... you won't be acting anymore? Then you should explain clearly to Brother Beiyan that you were the one who asked me to go there on New Year's Eve, and he wanted to eat me up with his eyes."

He Cong didn't call him back, just hung up the phone.

"You called him here on purpose? For what? To anger me?"

Li Beiyan's chest was a little tight, and he felt a surge of sadness in the space of breathing. His eyes were stinging and uncomfortable, and he remembered in a daze that when he was young, He Cong also lied to him.

Time travels back and forth, but He Cong still can't change this problem.

"You listen to my explanation."

Li Beiyan struggled with his wrist and escaped from He Cong's palm. He asked the driver to stop in a cold voice.

"Keep going!"

"Stop!!" Li Beiyan yelled at the driver's seat.

The emotion in his voice was about to overflow. The driver had never seen Li Beiyan get angry, and he did as he said by mistake, pulling over slowly with the turn signal on.

Before the car came to a complete stop, Li Beiyan opened the door and got out of the car. He Cong moved so fast that it was too late for He Cong to stop him. He stretched out his hand in the air, and his joints made noises.

It's snowing in Beijing, and when you look up, you can see large flakes of snow falling from the sky.Before he had gone far, Li Beiyan's black hair was covered with white snow, and there were snowdrops on the ends of his eyelashes. When he blinked lightly, the snow melted into cold water and penetrated into his eyes.

Vision blurred.

He Cong caught up with him from behind and refused to let go of his hand, "Bei Yan, listen to my explanation."

A car roared past, He Cong took him into his arms, fearing that he would be blown by the car, and also worried that the snowstorm outside would cause Li Beiyan to catch a cold.

Li Beiyan was forced to lean on his shoulder, unable to struggle, so he tilted his head and bit He Cong's neck.

"hiss--"

He bit deeply, and He Cong took a painful breath, but didn't dodge, and stood straight for Li Beiyan to bite.

"Don't worry, let out all your anger. If you bite this side, switch to the other side and continue." He Cong put one arm around Li Beiyan's waist, and patted his back comfortingly with the other hand.

The heavy snow kept falling, and in a short time, He Cong's shoulders were covered with snow.He felt the person in his arms trembling, and he didn't know whether it was from his anger or from the cold air.

A heart split into two, He Cong said: "It was my idea to call Zhe Xi, and I asked him to call just now."

The person in his arms opened his mouth and bit the flesh on his neck more forcefully. He Cong didn't even need to look to know that he must be bleeding from the bite.

The little thing was so angry that he sent an evil fire.

"Hey, don't worry, listen to me. It's me who is small-minded and jealous of Nanyu meeting you. I can't bear to be angry with you. I really can't bear to. Once you frown, there is nothing I can do."

Li Beiyan loosened his teeth and said coldly: "The logic doesn't make sense, I don't believe this explanation."

He Cong kissed his turned face, and said, "I'm just...jealous, I'm so jealous, I want you to...also..."

"Taste what it's like to be jealous." Li Beiyan said gloomily, helping He Cong complete the words.

He Cong was silent, feeling that this reason was too naive, and he couldn't admit it openly.

"Are you sick?" Li Beiyan opened his mouth wide, and the cold wind poured into his throat, making his throat dry, "He Cong, are you fucking sick!"

"Yes, all I know is jealousy, I'm naive."

Li Beiyan pushed He Cong away, but did not push even a few times with his arms, his nose was red from the cold wind, and when tears fell, his whole face was full of grievance and pity.

"Ancestor, don't cry, I don't want to see you cry." He Cong was so distressed that he kissed Li Beiyan's tears without leaking.

"Why are you doing this... Do you know how uncomfortable I have been in the past two days." Li Beiyan hadn't cried until he couldn't breathe for a long time, and every word he uttered was trembling.

Ever since seeing Zhexi on New Year's Eve, Li Beiyan's heart has been pinched back and forth repeatedly, as if a sharp knife was tied to his head, and it was about to fall down suddenly.

He couldn't sleep all night and didn't dare to show it, so he could only pretend to sleep in He Cong's arms.

Li Beiyan was directly stabbed, feeling weak and sad, he turned his head away and clenched his hands tightly.

"I was wrong, Yao'er, can you give me another chance to forgive me?" He Cong turned his head while supporting him, and kissed Li Beiyan's eyelids, trying to stop his tears.

He was blinded by jealousy, he knew what Li Beiyan hated, and he even broke Li Beiyan's heart with outsiders.

"Except for this time, I have never met Zhexi once, and I will not drink with him. I will only stay by your side and will not go anywhere."

"Is there another word in your mouth?"

"Yao'er, trust me, I'm telling the truth."

"You lied to me twice!"

"It was my fault. Don't be angry, and don't ignore me. I don't like to look at your back. I feel uncomfortable."

Probably the sequelae of forced brainwashing, He Cong didn't like Li Beiyan turning his back on him, since he knew Li Beiyan, he had seen his back too many times.

In the past, he was the one who saw Li Beiyan and Nan Yu together, and the sweet backs of the two were imprinted in his mind, piercing him like needles, making him restless.

Later, when Li Beiyan disappeared, he couldn't even see his back, and he degenerated into a man who didn't care about anything, and wanted nothing but Li Beiyan, so he got out.

In the end, that back figure disappeared directly in He Cong's memory, as if it had never appeared before, it was washed clean, and there was no trace of it.

Now He Cong managed to find Li Beiyan back, he didn't like his back, he didn't like his back to him.I just want to see Li Beiyan's face, to see him looking at himself with the same loving eyes.

Li Beiyan's throat was blown into silence by the cold wind, and the sharp cold seemed to be able to dig a hole in the skin.

He was hugged tightly by He Cong, and through the thick coat, he could hear He Cong's heavy heartbeat.Because of the bad weather, almost no one patronized the shops on both sides of the road.

The two were hugging each other in the snow, with the dim street lights above their heads casting clear and delicate snowflakes.

Childish and boring.This is what he thinks about He Cong.

But when he said that, he pinched Li Beiyan's softest heart firmly and firmly, and his nerves ached sharply.

All the ugly words that I wanted to vent out, because I was too sad, I couldn't continue, and they were abruptly cut off in the air.

He grabbed the frosted button on the cuff of He Cong's coat, his knuckles turned white, his forehead was kissed by a pair of warm lips, Li Beiyan couldn't help but tremble.

Li Beiyan heard He Cong sigh and said, "Yaoer, I beg you, don't quarrel with me."

Just like that year when He Cong walked slowly under the tree with him on his back and said, "Bei Yan, I'm going to be thirty soon, can we live a good life?"

In just a split second, Li Beiyan's weakness was precisely found, and he grasped it all at once.