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When Pei Yan received Xie Xinghe's call, he was in a meeting. He looked down at the flickering screen of his phone, but he didn't answer. ]

After 2 minutes, Pei Yan's phone screen turned on again. He frowned, stood up and said apologetically, "Sorry, I have an urgent call to answer."

The other party nodded in understanding, and Pei Yan hurried out, "Xinghe? Hello? Can you hear me?"

It took Xie Xinghe a long time to say, "Where are you?"

"I'm in a meeting." Pei Yan heard his voice was not quite right, "Did you just wake up?"

There was another rustling sound, "You come back now..."

Pei Yan smiled, "You're sleepy, baby, I'm out of town and I can't go back."

"Now... come back." Xie Xinghe repeated in a low voice.

Pei Yan's smile froze on his face. He felt that Xie Xinghe was not acting like a baby with him, "Is it because I'm still angry after waking up? I'm in a meeting..."

"If you don't come back, we will break up." Xie Xinghe spoke very quickly, without any emotion.

Pei Yan's face was completely gloomy, and he said word by word: "Xie Xinghe, I'm in a meeting outside the city, can you understand me?"

There was no talking for a long time, Pei Yan's patience was exhausted, and he glanced in the direction of the conference room, "I won't talk to you for now, everyone is waiting for me, don't mention the word 'breakup' again."

Almost as soon as Pei Yan finished speaking, the phone was hung up, and he went back to the meeting room with a dark face. He was a little absent-minded throughout the second half of the meeting.

Originally, after the meeting, Pei Yan planned to treat the other party to dinner in person, but he lost his mood after being disturbed by Xie Xinghe, and said as soon as he got in the car, "Go back to the hotel."

The assistant looked at his expression carefully, "Mr. Pei, what about lunch..."

"Don't eat." Pei Yan said coldly.

He loosened his tie, took out his phone and checked, but there was no news from Xie Xinghe.

Pei Yan's brows became tighter and tighter, hesitating whether to call Xie Xinghe back, but when he thought of the tone in which Xie Xinghe said to break up just now, he became so angry that he pressed down the phone hard and threw it aside .

After a while, Pei Yan asked the assistant, "What do you think of Xie Xinghe?"

The assistant sat up straight, "Mr. Pei, I only met Mr. Xie once."

Pei Yan squeezed the space between his eyebrows, "I used to see it on TV."

The assistant guessed that Pei Yan was in such a bad mood because he had quarreled with Xie Xinghe. He wanted to cry but had no tears. He didn't know what answer Pei Yan wanted to hear, so he could only say conservatively: "Mr. Xie's previous image was relatively cold..."

Pei Yan sneered, "Aloof? It's quite aloof, that is, it often suffers from convulsions. When you should be aloof, you should not be aloof, and when you should be clingy, you should not be clingy."

This kind of talk is absolutely unacceptable, the assistant listened to Pei Yan in silence for a while, and then found a chance to ask tentatively: "Did you quarrel with Mr. Xie?"

Pei Yan glanced at him, gave a faint "hmm", then sneered after a while and said, "Maybe it's not a quarrel, he told me to go back right away, I don't know who is used to it."

Who else but you?The assistant thought in his heart, but he also felt that Xie Xinghe's actions were a little too much, "Mr. Xie, don't you know that you are on a business trip?"

"I know," Pei Yan said angrily, "I don't know what's wrong..."

After he finished speaking, he froze for a moment, then picked up the phone again a few seconds later, and called Xie Xinghe, but no one answered.

Pei Yan changed his tone, "I'm not going back to the hotel, I'm going to the airport."

The assistant froze, "Now?"

"Yes," Pei Yan continued to call Xie Xinghe, "Buy me an air ticket. If you don't have an air ticket, go to the high-speed train. Go back now."

"Then the next work arrangement..."

Pei Yan frowned, "Isn't there someone else, you stay too, I'll go back alone."

It was already afternoon when Pei Yan came back. On the way home from the airport, he was still calling Xie Xinghe, but no one answered.

He hurried back to his home, but no one was there, and hurried to Xie Xinghe's house, and shouted as soon as he entered the door: "Xie Xinghe?"

There was no one in the living room, so Pei Yan went straight to the bedroom, "Xie Xinghe..."

He stopped at the door, staring blankly at the scene in the bedroom, the quilt fell on the floor, the sheets were in a mess, Xie Xinghe was lying in the middle with his eyes closed, and there seemed to be a new wound on his arm.

Pei Yan took two steps forward, when he stepped on something, he looked down, it was a pocket knife.

Pei Yan kicked the knife away distractedly, and the metal knocked against the foot of the bed, making a crisp sound. He walked to the edge of the bed and bent down, and saw clearly that Xie Xinghe was still holding a toothpick in his hand. was broken.

Pei Yan couldn't tell what mood he was in right now, his gaze went up and landed on Xie Xinghe's forearm, the wound was very small, the blood had already congealed, it looked like it was scratched by a toothpick, not the knife .

Pei Yan lowered his head, kept his hands propped up on the bed, and didn't move for a long time.

It wasn't until the pillow that Xie Xinghe threw carelessly beside the bed finally lost his balance and fell down, that Pei Yan said in a low voice, "Xie Xinghe..."

Xie Xinghe closed his eyes, moved his lips slightly, and said a word, "Get lost."

Pei Yan took a deep breath, "Why did it happen all of a sudden? I just left for a few days..."

Xie Xinghe opened his eyes after a while, his tone was cold, "I said get lost."

Pei Yan stared into his eyes for two seconds, then suddenly exploded, and he shouted loudly: "Didn't you tell me to come back right away? Didn't you break up because you said you couldn't come back? Now that I'm back, you're still Let me go? Huh?"

After finally calming down a little, Xie Xinghe closed his eyes weakly and remained silent because of Pei Yan's shout.

Pei Yan felt that he had punched the cotton. He grabbed Xie Xinghe's wrist and pressed hard on the bed, "Open your eyes! Talk! Why do you do this kind of thing again?"

Xie Xinghe waved his hand away, and the toothpick in his hand drew a few small bloodstains on Pei Yan's forearm, he opened his eyelids and stared at Pei Yan's arm, "It's never... never been better. "

The movement just now was so fast that Pei Yan didn't feel much pain. He raised his arm and glanced at it. Just as he was about to say something, Xie Xinghe threw away the toothpick in his hand and raised his hand to grab his sleeve.

Pei Yan was wearing a white shirt with the cuffs turned up slightly, which is why the toothpick cut his skin.

He looked down at Xie Xinghe, Xie Xinghe pulled him to sit up with his strength, pushed his sleeve up even more, and sucked on his slightly bleeding wound.

Pei Yan's arm went numb, and goosebumps appeared. Xie Xinghe closed his eyes, endured the pain like being pricked by a needle, and then stuck out his tongue to lick it. The mouth was filled with a faint smell of blood.

Pei Yan waved his hand, "Okay, stop licking..."

"I'm sorry," Xie Xinghe leaned his head on his arm, and said softly, "Don't go."

Pei Yan laughed angrily, "Didn't you tell me to get out just now?"

Xie Xinghe frowned tightly, and stretched out his arms to hug Pei Yan's waist. He was obviously asking a question, but he didn't say much because of the headache, "If I tell you to go, you will go?"

No matter what he said, Pei Yan felt something was wrong no matter how he answered it. He rubbed the back of Xie Xinghe's head vigorously, and said in a deep voice, "It's true that you can't get out, otherwise I'd be too obedient."

Xie Xinghe didn't hear what Pei Yan said, he gripped Pei Yan's belt tightly, gritted his teeth and said, "Pei Yan, stop rubbing..."

Pei Yan paused, and suddenly realized something. He took a step back and bent down, looking at Xie Xinghe's face, "Do you have a headache?"

Xie Xinghe endured it, but still gasped and said, "Can you... pass me the knife."

Pei Yan's expression turned serious, "Impossible."