Cut off

Feng Qisong's heart skipped a beat, and he tore off the piece of fabric.

Naturally, he couldn't continue to wear the dirty trousers, but fortunately, the cheongsam perfectly covered the round curve under Feng Qisong's palm.

Feng Qisong frowned and folded Bai Hemian's underpants away, then pressed his dangling head into the socket of his neck.

"elder brother?"

"Put on the cheongsam," Feng Qisong taught him in a hoarse voice, "fasten all the collar buttons."

Bai Hemian smiled sullenly, and then did as he did.

He narrowed his eyes lazily: "Brother, don't wear underwear, it's so cold."

"You know it's cold, but you want to make it dirty on purpose?" Feng Qisong asked him, "Not at all obedient."

The exposed Bai Hemian blinked, leaned in front of Second Brother Feng, and hummed softly, "You just called me a little bastard."

"Remember the vengeance?"

"Remember."

"Then what will I call you, will you be more obedient?" Feng Qi loosened his suit jacket and put it on Bai Hemian's shoulders, lifting his originally let-down heart.

Even though the cheongsam covered the spring, Feng Qisong was still depressed when he thought that Young Master Bai was not wearing anything underneath.

Bai Hemian's eyeballs rolled slowly: "I am your husband wife, you should call me..."

"Mrs?"

Originally, Bai Hemian was just showing off his quick tongue, but who would have thought that when Feng Qisong really called out the name in his heart with a magnetic voice, he couldn't bear it first.

Young Master Bai looked like an ignorant boy who had never been through human affairs, pulling on Feng Qisong's sleeve, half of his face blushing.

Feng Qisong just said it casually, but he didn't know that he had such a strong reaction, so he couldn't help worrying, fearing that the effect of the medicine that had just eased would burn the young master into a coma again.

"How did you come up with the idea to hide in the bathroom?" Second Master Feng changed the subject calmly.

"I didn't want to hide..." Bai Hemian said honestly, "I didn't know there was medicine in the wine. I came to wash my hands."

He thought he was lucky, so he waited for Feng Qisong to come.

Feng Qisong's expression was a bit serious: "I thought you knew there was medicine in the wine, so... that's all, do you know why I came to the bathroom?"

Bai Hemian shook his head blankly.

"Because I was worried, I pretended to be a waiter and kept staring at you from the corner." Feng Qisong pinched his chin, hating iron and steel, "If I hadn't followed, you would still be in the utility room Here, with the mop and broom!"

"...He Mian, do you know what I am most afraid of in my life?"

"I don't know." Bai Hemian blushed and muttered to himself, "Second Brother Feng, is there anything else you're afraid of?" He asked knowingly.

"I'm afraid you'll fall into Chen Beidou's trap, and you don't know it yet!"

Feng Qisong took a deep breath, suppressing the trembling in his voice, and bitter emotions spread in his heart.

When he was young, he watched his elder brother die with hatred. Later, he hated and feared being powerless the most.

When Bai Hemian's figure disappeared into the bathroom, similar emotions welled up in his heart again.

Feng Qisong hated himself for being helpless, and also hated himself for planning the whole scene of suspended animation.

He ruthlessly pushed Young Master Bai into the quagmire called "Feng Family", and let him sink into the mud.

"...Speaking of which, when the police station exploded, someone reminded me." Bai Hemian was afraid that Feng Qisong would get angry, so he picked up his wits and said, "It's a book, and the words 'Hurry up' are written on the cover. .”

Although it was already late when Bai Hemian saw it, he was given a certain amount of time to react.

"Who is it?" Bai Hemian was so curious that he let Feng Qisong pull himself into a corner, and put black lace gloves on his gloves.

He put it on before reacting: "Huh?"

"Cold." Feng Qisong glared at him, "Don't pick it off."

Bai Hemian nodded obediently, and continued to ask: "Second Brother Feng, is this the eyeliner you planted in the Chen family?"

He thought, if Chen Beidou could put eyeliner in the Feng family, then Second Brother Feng could also put eyeliner in the Chen family.

Feng Qisong shook his head: "It's not someone I arranged."

As they talked, they returned to the living room, Feng Qisong put the suit on Bai Hemian's shoulders back on his shoulders, took half a step back, and said softly: "Don't worry, go forward, no one will stop you."

"But what should I say?" Bai Hemian took two steps forward hesitantly, and wanted to hide behind Feng Qisong.

"Just say I'm not feeling well and need to go home to rest." Feng Qisong squeezed his little finger amusedly, "With me, don't worry."

Bai Hemian stared at the hand pinched by Second Brother Feng, raised his hand and brushed away the broken hair on his forehead, the affection that had been nourished all over his body disappeared, leaving only the lingering lingering rhyme at the tip of his eyebrows.

He cleared his throat, first found Qian Shan, took back his mink fur jacket, and then pushed away the guests who stood in front of him like no one else: "Let's get out of the way."

Young Master Bai swayed across the dance floor, and took a glass of wine from the waiter, but he didn't dare to drink anymore, and glanced at Feng Qisong from the corner of his eye from time to time.

Second Brother Feng was a few steps behind him, quietly gesturing around from an angle that Young Master Bai could not see.

Following Feng Qisong's movements, several figures mixed into the dance floor and entangled the waiters respectively.

Bai Hemian didn't notice all this, as long as Feng Qisong was there, he felt at ease.

He raised his head and quickly found the servant who was looking left and right in the crowd: "Qianshan, I drank too much, come and help me."

Qian Shan looked over at him, seeing his staggering appearance, as if facing a formidable enemy, he wished he could find a sedan chair to carry Young Master Bai out of the mansion: "Master, how much wine have you drunk?"

"...I just said I shouldn't have come." Qian Shan muttered while helping him to go out, "Chen Beidou, that bastard, he's a miser who hasn't produced good wine after his birthday! If our little The young master is sick from drinking, how can I explain to the second master?"

Bai Hemian pursed her lips and smiled.

Qian Shan hadn't realized that Feng Qisong was the waiter following them.

"Young master, why don't we go to the hospital directly." Qian Shan took him outside the mansion, anxious, "Master Xun is in Huashan Hospital, we go now, and we can go home earlier, or the second master... ..."

"What about me?"

Qian Shan froze suddenly and turned his head in embarrassment.

Feng Qisong pulled Bai Hemian into his arms, and held his hand: "Hemian seldom dealt with Chen Beidou, and he didn't find out that the wine was drugged. So careless?"

"Second... Er Er Er?" Qian Shan stammered in fright, first looked around in a panic, and then calmed down when no one noticed them, "Second Master, I made a mistake, but you are feigning death now, why? Can come to Chen Beidou's birthday banquet!"

"Nobody pays attention to the waiter, and I'm worried about Hemian." Feng Qisong didn't think so, lowered his head and carefully helped Young Master Bai put on his jacket, "Let's go, we don't need us here anymore."

"Chen Beidou..." Bai Hemian stood on tiptoe worriedly.

He looked over Second Brother Feng's shoulder, through the half-open iron door, and finally landed in the crowded living room.

Chen Beidou didn't know where to go, and the guests who were sitting at the round table also flocked to the dance floor.

"Let's go." Feng Qisong held Bai Hemian's waist, took the spare glasses from Qian Shan, and put them on the bridge of his nose.

The edge belonging to Feng Erye pierced through the cheap dress and was so dazzling that Bai Hemian's legs went limp.

He took two steps, stopped moving, and rubbed Feng Qisong's wrist with the back of his hand.

"Go home and make trouble again." Feng Qisong had a headache, "You're still making trouble without wearing clothes?"

"If you don't wear it, you will make trouble."

"Bai Hemian." Feng Qisong's voice dropped three minutes.

He heard that Second Brother Feng was angry, he waved his hands and continued to walk outside the courtyard: "Got it, let's stop making trouble."

Immediately afterwards, Young Master Bai saw the Feng family's car, and became happy again, his brows and eyes curved: "Let's go home and make trouble."

After noon, in front of Chen Beidou's Western-style building, there was still an endless stream of guests.

Bai Hemian's attire was really eye-catching, but it wasn't enough to attract everyone's attention.

And Feng Qisong was wearing a waiter's suit, which was more discreet. On the contrary, it was the anxious Qianshan who attracted the attention of many people.

Everyone knows that Qian Shan was Feng Qisong's most capable assistant "before he was alive", but now that Second Master Feng is dead, his appearance usually means that the Feng family is also nearby.

But Feng Wobai did not come to the banquet.

Feng Qisong walked to the side of the car, opened the door for Young Master Bai, and stretched out his hand gentlemanly to prevent him from bumping his head.

Bai Hemian glanced at Feng Qisong with resentment and resentment, then bent down and got into the carriage, pressing the skirt around her legs with her palms, for fear of revealing the beauty of her legs.

"Qian Shan, you can leave later." Feng Qisong ordered in a low voice.

Qian Shan didn't expect that he would be left behind, but he didn't ask much.

"Chen Beidou asked, tell the truth, the young master drank too much and went home early to rest."

"Yes." Qian Shan nodded, "Second Master, what else can I order?"

"I left a few people in the Chen family, you find them, and go to investigate Chen Beidou's concubine together." Feng Qisong bent down and got into the carriage, "especially the third concubine." He still remembered that when his elder brother was buried, Chen Beidou died. Wearing a red long gown, he triumphantly carried someone into the door of Chen's house.

It should be the third aunt later.

"Second Brother Feng?" Bai Hemian leaned over and asked curiously, "What happened again?"

"It's okay." Feng Qisong came back to his senses, and put his palm next to his leg, "Is it cold?"

Young Master Bai opened his eyes and said nonsense: "It's cold."

Feng Qisong smiled, hugged him into his arms, and when he returned home, he lay down on the bed, relieving the raging fire in Bai Hemian's body.

When all the dust settled, Bai Hemian half leaned on the side of the bed, sucking a long cigarette stick carved with finely crushed petals.

He traced the scar on Feng Qisong's leg with his round toes: "Brother."

Feng Qisong was sitting next to Bai Hemian, not as unruly as he was, and he was wearing a suit jacket.

"Brother." Young Master Bai entangled him like a snake, poked his fingers into his suit, and touched Feng Qisong's firm lower abdomen.

His eyebrows and eyes are the same as before, but there is a little more spring at the end of his eyes, and there is an emotional possessiveness.

Bai Hemian was crawling into Feng Qisong's arms.

Whether the medicine has worked or not, to him, it's all the same.

Feng Qisong snatched the cigarette stick from Bai Hemian's hand, pinched the back of his neck, and forced him down on the bed.

Bai Hemian thought that a new round was about to start, so he raised his legs excitedly, trying to hook the second brother's waist, and then was splashed with cold water.

Feng Qisong said: "If you make trouble again, we will sleep in separate rooms."

"You don't want me anymore?" Bai Hemian turned pale with shock.

"What nonsense?" Feng Qisong glared at him, "I went back to my room, leaving you alone to calm down."

"But you're stubborn too." Bai Hemian muttered unwillingly.

The corners of Feng Qisong's mouth turned up, and he leaned over and whispered in his ear: "..."

Bai Hemian's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Really." Feng Qisong covered his eyes with his palm, "I won't lie to you."

Young Master Bai was assured, and finally pulled the quilt with peace of mind, leaned against Feng Qisong's legs, and closed his eyes refreshed.

Sometimes Bai Hemian is easy to coax, just saying "Continue when you wake up", can calm you down.

For a while, the weather was calm and the years were quiet.

Feng Qisong tucked the corner of the quilt for him, knowing that when Young Master Bai woke up, he would forget about the nonsense before going to bed.

The young man's feelings are frivolous and sloppy, Feng Qisong doesn't expect Bai Hemian to pour all his feelings into him, but he is also greedy for his bright and charming figure when he focuses on himself.

So what did it matter if he was a regular or not?

Feng Qisong's fingers slid over Bai Hemian's lips, and he sighed slightly.

He didn't want the young master to be entangled in the past, but he felt faintly happy that Bai Hemian fell in love with him twice.

His feelings have long been precipitated into a heavy shackle, which bound himself and Bai Hemian.

In the twilight, Feng Qisong leaned over and kissed young master Bai's brow.

"It's always been me." Feng Qisong's eyes darkened, "You only have me."