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"He Yu, do you still hate me?"

He Yu was in a complicated mood for a while, so he couldn't answer.

It's just that all kinds of emotions have come to my heart - Xie Qingcheng has always known that he is the man who breaks the dream!

It turned out that Xie Qingcheng had already seen through his disguise, but Xie Qingcheng didn't say anything, and he cooperated with how he acted...

No wonder... No wonder no matter how much he disturbed him, he was not forced to collapse, because he knew that what he did was only out of personal grievances, and would not hurt official affairs.

"..." At this moment, He Yu couldn't tell what he felt.

It seemed that he should be pleased with Xie Qingcheng's trust in him this time, but he was not happy at all.

It seems that he should be angry at Xie Qingcheng's better disguise than him, but Xie Qingcheng said that he just wanted to fulfill his wish for revenge.

The love and hate between them is too complicated, even the joy and anger cannot be pure, he wished to delete all the memories about Xie Qingcheng from his heart, and wished to carve everything about Xie Qingcheng into his blood and bones place.

He seems to have forgotten how to love him, but he also can't learn how to hate him.

During these days, every moment he tortured Xie Qingcheng, why wasn't he torturing himself?

He knew that he must get Xie Qingcheng, if he didn't get it, the hole in his heart would never be filled.He will never be able to vent his resentment...but...

However, Xie Qingcheng failed to fulfill his wish——

That day, after Anthony left, He Yu called the surveillance camera in his villa with a glimmer of hope.He watched helplessly, watching the whole process of the confrontation between Xie Qingcheng and Anthony, but he saw through the screen over and over again, and did not see the slightest jealousy and pain on Xie Qingcheng's face, it was indeed as Anthony said Like what he said, Xie Qingcheng didn't care who he was with and slept with.

In the end, his death only brought Xie Qingcheng self-blame.

Xie Qingcheng doesn't love him, Xie Qingcheng just feels that he owes him, just feels that he has hurt him... So Xie Qingcheng will keep the little fire dragon, so Xie Qingcheng bears all his insults quietly And torture, these... are all because Xie Qingcheng feels sorry for him!

But did he want such guilt?

"..." At this moment, reunited on this fantasy island, he stared into Xie Qingcheng's eyes.

Those eyes had been waiting for an answer from him.

To hate, or not to hate?

During this minute-by-second silence, the light in Xie Qingcheng's eyes gradually dimmed.

He finally lowered his eyelashes, he already knew He Yu's answer.

The hopeful rabbit in his chest stopped moving, as if it had been killed by a hunter.

"It's okay." Xie Qingcheng finally opened his mouth. At this moment, he was suddenly glad that he wrote a regular registered letter and told He Yu everything. If he really said it in front of him, maybe he didn't finish his sentence. , he had already lost the strength to continue speaking in He Yu's silence and coldness.

Xie Qingcheng raised his blood-stained face and said to He Yu: "I know this matter cannot be forced. Even if you stop pretending to be Mandela in front of me, you can continue to hate me if you want , Public and private don’t have to be mixed together. I owe you my life, and I deserve everything. I won’t hide.”

"........."

What does it mean that public and private do not have to be mixed together?

What do you mean you can continue to hate me?

He Yu's heart was blocked, and he didn't know how to answer him for a moment.He was really going to be pissed off by Xie Qingcheng, he really wanted to throw Xie Qingcheng off the white horse and step on him a few times.

But he wanted to squeeze his hair fiercely and kiss Xie Qingcheng's lips fiercely. He didn't care about love or hate. He didn't want to hear Xie Qingcheng continue to say these self-defeating words, and he didn't want to beg Xie Qingcheng any more. Cheng has him in his heart, as long as he can get his flesh and blood, that is also good.

When he was full of thoughts, the paging microphone next to He Yu's ear suddenly rang.

"After Mr. He intercepts the Fengbo system, please hand over the seized Fengbo device to Mr. Duan." The mechanical female voice in the headset issued an order coldly, "Mr. Duan is waiting for you in the third meeting room."

The system was in a hurry and repeated the instructions three times in succession.

He Yu took a deep breath and tried his best to calm down his mood.

The order was issued in such a hurry, and He Yu knew that he could not delay any longer. Since Xie Qingcheng wanted to distinguish between public and private, let's make a distinction between public and private first.

So he said to Xie Qing: "...these...these private matters between us will be discussed later. Now you have to cooperate with me and continue this scene. I came back to this island just to protect you. Team Zheng and others can only be rescued if we work together. Do you understand?"

Xie Qingcheng naturally understands the priorities. He, Zheng Jingfeng, and He Yu are actually a team. No matter how many disagreements he has with He Yu, the two are now colleagues and teammates.

He finally closed his eyes, and replied with acquiescence, and let He Yu tie his hands behind his back——Xie Qingcheng had two handcuffs on the waist of his uniform. It was copied.

Xie Qingcheng: "..."

"It's better than putting on Mandela's handcuffs after you catch them back." He Yu glanced at his face, seeing his resistance to this thing, but still said, "Mandela's handcuffs are electric rings. You won't want to try it if you answer your mouth and you will get an electric shock."

"..." It made sense, Xie Qingcheng fell silent, Tianma followed He Yu's order and flew into the sky towards the main castle.

The main fort of Mandela is a Romanesque building with thick walls, overlapping arches and domes.The fort complex is grand and complex, and the various buildings are connected by rough stone corridors. The castle is not decorated with repeated carvings, but is decorated with light and shadow evenly cut by the colonnade, revealing a rigorous and solemn temperament. Looking down, the entire main castle complex is like an ancient totem engraved on Mandela Island, hiding elusive miracles.

The air current was icy cold, and He Yu's Pegasus descended to the gate of the main castle. There were rows of guards standing there, both men and women. The women wore red dresses as bright as fire, and the men wore simple black military uniforms.There was no expression on their faces, as if something had taken all the emotions out of their bodies, making them stand like soldiers on a chessboard.

"Mr. He." The leading pair of guards bowed to He Yu with empty eyes, "Mr. Duan is waiting for you in the third conference room."

After they finished speaking, the two rows of guards behind them repeated this sentence in unison.

"Mr. He, Mr. Duan is waiting for you in the third meeting room."

This voice echoed faintly, almost like some kind of mysterious ritual.

He Yu was already used to this, he controlled the reins, let Tianma go all the way to the door of the arched rough stone gate of the main castle, turned over and got off the horse, dragged Xie Qingcheng off without a word, and entered Main castle hall.

Like most Roman buildings, Mandela's main castle has a high dome and narrow and tall windows. This design makes the outside light appear dim and blurred when it shines in, creating a strong sense of sacredness and dreaminess, as if in heaven The junction with the human world.

Xie Qingcheng didn't have time to look around, so He Yu took him directly to the retro-style elevator, which went straight to the ninth floor of the tower, where He Yu's room was.

"I won't take you to Duan Wen's side, so as not to cause trouble." The elevator door opened, He Yu escorted Xie Qingcheng, and the two walked on the promenade covered with thick woven wool carpet.

The two didn't agree with each other, and they really carried out the official business to the end.No one lost the chain on key actions.

He Yu put his lips against Xie Qingcheng's ear, and whispered behind his ear: "I will lock you in my room, but Duan Wen is not at ease with me. There is pinhole monitoring in that room, no matter what Don’t be too surprised by what you see after you go in. You must do all the tricks like me, and act like I’m imprisoned, so that he can’t be suspicious. Leave the rest to me.”

While talking, the two of them had already walked outside the carved teak wood door, on which was nailed an exquisite signboard with He Yu's name engraved on it.

He Yu said in a low voice: "When you enter, you will act as if you are filming TV. Do you still remember that we had a confrontation at school? It was that kind of feeling. You don't have to take anything seriously. If you have something sincere to say to me , Just cough five times in a row, I will take the opportunity to get close to you, I have tested, and the sound at this decibel level is currently inaudible. Do you remember all this?"

After he finished speaking, he lowered his eyelashes, looked at Xie Qingcheng's side face, and saw that Xie Qingcheng nodded almost imperceptibly. He Yu understood that the scene between the two of them "started filming".

He first pushed Xie Qingcheng violently under the surveillance camera, pushed him against the teak door, then grabbed his hair and pulled him closer.

"You have no right to resist, Officer Xie." He Yu raised his voice, so that if someone is watching the surveillance camera in the aisle, they can see the shoving between him and Xie Qingcheng, "If you want to You, Uncle Zheng, are alive, so it's best to be honest and don't make me feel unhappy."

Xie Qingcheng gritted his teeth, his weak body made his face abnormally pale, which made him look like he was humiliated and restrained irresistibly.

He turned his eyes and stared at He Yu's face: "...don't hurt him."

"Oh? Do you care about him so much?"

"..."

He Yu sneered, stroking his cheek with his fingers, his eyes wandering over his face like the tip of a knife, "But whether I will hurt him or not will depend on your performance, Officer Xie."

"..." His gaze met his gaze, just like Xie Qingcheng did many years ago when he was helping He Yu in the theater at Shanghai University.

But at that time it was just a school drama, and Xie Qingcheng didn't need to cooperate too much at all, but now he had to devote himself wholeheartedly, so that Mandela's people could not see the slightest cheating.

"Go and stay in my room. Thinking of your Uncle Zheng's life, be good."

As He Yu spoke, he opened the access control of the biometric system and brought Xie Qingcheng into his room. With a click, the door closed again behind the two of them.

When Xie Qingcheng saw the layout of He Yu's bedroom, his heart trembled.

He understood why He Yu specifically told him, "No matter what you see after you go in, don't act too surprised".

Because for some reason, this bedroom...is completely restored according to the previous guest room of the He family—that is, Xie Qingcheng’s house in the He family, even the books on the shelves are exactly the same...

There is a large solid wood desk next to the bed in the bedroom, and a chair is placed in front of the desk.Knowing that there was an invisible camera hidden in the room, He Yu and Xie Qingcheng had a very real entanglement, perhaps because they both had some dark things in their hearts that needed to be vented, and they actually used each other's hands when they did it. With full strength.

Panting, He Yu finally pressed Xie Qingcheng firmly on the desk, then pushed him into the chair, fixed him with cold handcuffs on the armrest of the chair, and then pulled out the therapeutic restraint belt he used when he was ill from the side of the chair, Trapped people in chairs.

Taking this opportunity, He Yu approached him - under Duan Wen's surveillance, it looked like He Yu's natural action in order to better suppress Xie Qingcheng.

He Yu tied Xie Qingcheng tightly, and whispered in a voice that could not be caught by the surveillance: "You don't have to worry here, no one will rush into my room except for cleaning, wait I'll take care of things and be back later."

Xie Qingcheng opened and closed his lips slightly, with almost no waves: "Tie it loose."

"If it's loose, it won't look like it." The lips of the two were almost close to the base of the ears, and the distance between them was no more than five centimeters. He Yu's hot breath brushed against Xie Qingcheng's ear, and his deep voice reached Xie Qingcheng's chest cavity. "I'm your opponent now."

"fake."

"Just be clear in your heart." He Yu said, "Don't blame me so much, I also want to complete the task."

As he spoke, he exerted force on his hand, and the tendons on the back of his light blue hand protruded slightly. He pressed the "prisoner of war" tightly onto the leather office chair. The black treatment belt, one finger wide, was like a demon's curse mark, and strangled Xie. Qing Cheng's light blue shirts were staggered and sealed.

He Yu tied him up tightly. The young man in the black Mandela uniform stood up straight, pulled a little distance away, and looked down at the man in the police uniform of the Dream Breaker, with disheveled hair on his forehead and some blood on the corner of his mouth. man.

Four eyes facing each other.

Monitors lurk in dark recesses of the room.

The play has to go on.

He Yu stared at him with downcast eyes, and said coldly: "Xie Qingcheng, did you ever think that you would have this day before?"

"..."

"Have you thought about it?"

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes and ignored him.

He Yu stretched out his hand wearing black half-finger gloves, and grabbed Officer Xie's jaw.

He turned his face away, forcing him to look at himself.

This situation seemed familiar, and for a moment, they all thought of what happened in the medical competition meeting building before——

At that time, because Xie Qingcheng didn't know that he was an informant of the police, He Yu decided to avenge his personal revenge and wantonly humiliated him.

But now that he knew that Xie Qingcheng had guessed the truth a long time ago, thinking back on that experience, he felt a different feeling in his heart.

He stared at Xie Qingcheng's eyes from a close distance, and he couldn't help thinking, what kind of mentality did Xie Qingcheng have at that time, so that he could grit his teeth and bear his insult without exposing it?

Blind eyes have no focal length, and He Yu can't find the answer from it.

"Xie Qingcheng..." he murmured.

And Xie Qingcheng also felt uncomfortable because he thought of what happened in the conference room, so he wanted to turn his face away again.

This reaction undoubtedly ignited He Yu's already very chaotic heart, and a wave of desire was born in He Yu's sad heart.

"Look at me." He changed from holding the other's chin to grabbing Xie Qingcheng's drooping messy forehead, forcing him to lift up his scarred and blood-stained face, so that he could look at him again.

"..."

Xie Qingcheng still wanted to look away.

The strength in He Yu's hands became stronger, and he turned his face more forcefully: "Look at me!"

Fingers trembling.

The eyes of the two met again at close range, one second, two seconds...

then--

In this atmosphere, He Yu felt an almost hopeless irritability and injury. His heart was surging and he was restless. Finally, he lowered his head uncontrollably, and suddenly kissed Xie Qingcheng's lips heavily.

"!!"

Even if this behavior is put in an act, it can be regarded as extravagant extravagance on the spot.Xie Qingcheng was caught off guard, his eyes opened slightly, he instinctively wanted to break free, but he could hardly move.He Yu is too tough, and the entanglement is full of impulsiveness, eagerness, longing, and even the instinctive possessiveness in the male bone.

"What are you doing!" In the confusion, Xie Qingcheng suddenly bit He Yu's lips, panting for breath, his chest heaving and falling, his eyes piercing He Yu's sickly face through the messy black forehead hair.

"..." He Yu slowly licked away the sweet blood from the corner of his lips, and rubbed the corner of Xie Qingcheng's mouth with his thumb, wiping away the red mark like a falling plum in the snow.Then he tapped his bloody fingertips on Xie Qingcheng's lips.

He was impulsive, but he still remembered that he was acting, so he slowly stood up straight, after a moment of silence, he calmed down, and answered coldly from the position of "Mr. He"——

"...What do you think I didn't kill you, but kept you in my room?"

He continued: "I have to ask even this, should I say Officer Xie is too naive, or too ridiculous?"

Xie Qingcheng gasped: "...haven't you played enough yet?"

"..." He Yu paused.

He suddenly realized that Xie Qingcheng might not be able to tell the truth from the fake in such an intense emotional collision.In other words, maybe Xie Qingcheng "entered the drama" in the chaos because of his deep empathy and self-blame...

He clearly saw deep disappointment and pain in Xie Qingcheng's eyes.He could feel that Xie Qingcheng's words were asking his sincerity, rather than just acting on the spot.

That look made He Yu involuntarily look away. He drooped his eyelashes and was silent for a while before he broke into a cruel smile, and then said: "...Yeah, you lied to me like that back then, which almost cost me my life." It's all gone, you say, how can I let you go so easily?"

As he spoke, he straightened up, his hands dropped to Xie Qingcheng's bound waist, and when the two separated, He Yu suddenly took a row of storage that was fixed on the side of Xie Qingcheng's leather buckle with r- The equipment bags of 13 concentrated injections and No. 2 serum were searched out.

"He Yu, you——!"

Xie Qingcheng didn't expect He Yu to do this, and there was a trace of panic in his eyes—these are the two most effective medicines he used when he was doing tasks for the Dream Breaker Organization. Although they will cause harm to his body, they are undoubtedly Very effective, if He Yu doesn't let him use it, or simply destroys it, then he can hardly do anything in the future.

He didn't care about arguing with He Yu any more, and tried his best to warn He Yu not to act rashly with his eyes.

But He Yu ignored him.

He Yu just wanted to end this out-of-control "play" and dialogue as soon as possible.He took the injections away, and then said slowly: "Okay, I still have things to do, you just sit here and wait for me to come back."

"He Yu!"

"What to do with a bird in a cage, I don't need to teach you, Xie Qingcheng."

"..."

"Be good, you can save yourself from suffering."

He Yu left a word indifferently, and did not make eye contact with Xie Qingcheng again. He looked at the time on his watch, then pushed the door and walked out, leaving Xie Qingcheng alone here as if going back in time Sitting stiffly in the same room.

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The author has something to say:

Hahahahaha at the beginning of Neverland, followed by Mandela Island.

At the beginning of the campus play, the boss behind the scenes is acting before monitoring.

He Yu: Xie Qingcheng, you can become an actor and win the best performance award.

Xie Qingcheng: Forget it, I have changed enough jobs in my life...

He Yu: Then I hope your last job will be my wife.

Xie Qingcheng: (frowned) Why is it not you but my wife.

He Yu: I am a pure man!Don't mold me in clay!

Xie Qingcheng: ... (Because of the generation gap, the uncle turned on the phone while smoking a cigarette, and began to inquire about the meaning of the clay sculpture with a straight face)