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Bai Hemian was waiting for Feng Qisong, but he was waiting for Xingshi to question his guilt.

He sat neatly, with his heels close together. From the sunny day to the dusk, he finally heard the familiar sound of footsteps outside.

Bai Hemian straightened his back, put all the letters on his knees, and when the door was pushed open, he immediately called out, "Brother!"

Feng Qisong paused slightly, signaling Qian Shan not to follow, and took off his snow-stained coat: "Why don't you go to the hospital?"

The tone was three points reproachful, three points helpless, and he was not angry.

"I don't want to go." Bai Hemian's answer can be described as extremely coquettish.

But Feng Qisong was not angry, and hung the clothes on the hanger with his back turned to him: "Forget it, it's safer for me to go with you."

Otherwise, if the young master is really pregnant, he will not be the first to know.

Thinking of this, Feng Qisong had a vague smile on his lips, but this smile disappeared when he saw the envelope on Bai Hemian's lap.

They stared at each other in silence for a moment, then looked away.

A lamp was lit beside the bed, illuminating half of Bai Hemian's face.

His face was pale, as if snow had fallen, and his eyelashes flickered, like a butterfly spreading its wings.

The emotions of young people are always floating on the surface, and the slightest disturbance will cause ripples everywhere.Feng Qisong is just the opposite.

The second master of the Feng family is best at suppressing his emotions.

Feng Qisong's feelings are like an ancient well, Bai Hemian throws a stone into it, and only after he leaves can he hear the echo.

Young Master Bai took a deep breath, and another deep breath: "Brother, you...do you love me?"

He thought about it all afternoon, thinking that his scalp was going numb, and in the end he just wanted to ask this question.

Feng Qisong replied, love.

The tone is flat and casual.

Bai Hemian's hanging heart suddenly dropped, smashed to pieces.He stared blankly at Feng Qisong's face, outlined his lover's outline with his gaze, and then retreated into the corner of the bed in a daze.

He murmured: "Do you love me? If you love me, why are you still receiving these letters!"

"...Why don't you eat it? Do you think...that I have an affair with the third child!"

Feng Qisong held his forehead, and was dizzy from Bai Hemian's questioning.

"What are you talking about?"

Feng Qisong's attitude couldn't be more gentle, but he was still hurt: "You know what? My regular customer is Feng Lao San, your own brother. You accepted the letter he gave me, do you still want to return me to me?" give him?"

"...Feng Qisong, why are you doing this? You forced me to fall in love with you... Okay, I've already fallen in love with you. But what about you? You actually want to push me out!"

Seeing that Bai Hemian was about to cry, Feng Qisong was no longer in a hurry to explain, but came to the bed in three steps at a time, forced him to press him down, pinched his chin and kissed him.

Bai Hemian bit Second Brother Feng hard a few times, then moaned and voluntarily leaned over to kiss him.

His eyes were red, his waist was soft, and he said hoarsely: "How can I like you so much?"

I like it so much that even if I get angry, I can't bear to leave.

Feng Qisong rubbed the back of the young master's neck, raining kisses on his cheeks.

Feng Qisong asked: "When did you know that the third child is your regular customer?"

"Before...he told me that before." Bai Hemian replied with a strong nasal voice.

"Do you believe it?"

"I didn't believe it at first, but I looked through the Feng family's account books some time ago, and the mansion is indeed in his name." He was disheartened, and the more he spoke, the more sad he became, and even his eyes gradually became hollow.

Young Master Bai has experienced many things, such as the tragic death of his father and mother, and the downfall of his family, which one will not make him feel heartbroken?But he never imagined that in the future, he would be sandwiched between the two brothers of the Feng family, enduring the pain in his heart.

"Account book..." Feng Qisong put his gloved hand to Bai Hemian's lips, wanting to caress his soft lips, but he took the initiative to bite a corner, and bit off the glove for Second Brother Feng.

Feng Qisong's eyes moved slightly: "He Mian, read the letter first."

"I don't want to read it!" Bai Hemian's reaction was fierce, wishing he could throw the letter out of the window.

His chest rose and fell violently, and he stretched out his small hand to cover Feng Qisong's mouth, struggling recklessly.He pushed Feng Qisong away from his body, rushed to the closet, pulled out the cheongsam, under Second Master Feng's shocked gaze, tore off the thick short jacket, and put on a thin skirt tremblingly.

Bai Hemian was leaning against the cabinet door, with the cold mirror on his back, goosebumps all over his arms, and soon became numb again.

He took out the tobacco rod, ignited it hastily, and impatiently took a puff, letting the hot smoke linger in his chest.

He was lit like dry firewood, and his ears were filled with crackling and crackling sounds.

The snow fell from the eaves, and he was smashed to pieces.

Bai Hemian said: "Brother, I am no longer a young master, but I am not an oiran either. Even if I like to wear cheongsam, I am still your wife."

"...If you really don't want me, you don't need the oiran who has had regular customers in the past, can you also don't want Bai Hemian?"

He lightly stepped on the clothes on the ground with his bare toes, the fabric still carried his body temperature, warm as water, just the opposite of his frozen heart.

"Bai Hemian likes you, not regular customers." He stammered, "You hate Bai Hemian who is the oiran...I hate you too, okay?"

"...but even the oiran you hate likes you." Bai Hemian approached Feng Qisong who was sitting on the bed step by step, with his cold hands on Brother Feng's legs, his fingertips outlined the familiar arc.

He is like a frozen snake wrapped around Feng Qisong, his legs swing out from the hem of the skirt, the lines on the heels of his legs are always so imaginative.

"He Mian," Feng Qisong frowned sharply, covering his palms, "Don't make trouble."

"No trouble." Bai Hemian smiled sadly, he pulled up the hem of his skirt fiercely, revealing his slender legs and peony flowers on his back waist.

He mournfully bloomed in Feng Qisong's arms.

"Look, even the oiran you hate can't leave you, why are you reluctant to let me go?" Bai Hemian licked Feng Qisong's earlobe, panting softly, "If you really want to send me away, then Bai Hemian will Mian will always look like an oiran."

"...The me that you don't hate is dead."

His eyelashes brushed the side of Feng Qisong's neck nonchalantly, like a flying insect that dared not fall.

Why dare not fall?

Because Bai Hemian was afraid that Feng Qisong would hate his past.

Then let the young master who has been an oiran accompany Second Brother Feng one more time, the last time.

Before Bai Hemian could calm down, Feng Qisong pressed him on the bed.He bent his legs obediently, clamped Second Brother Feng's waist sadly, and was about to take off his panties, but before he stretched out his hands, Feng Qisong picked him up.

He bumped into Second Master Feng's turbulent gaze.

Bai Hemian's self-pity and self-pity disappeared in an instant.Feng Qisong has always been gentle in front of him, except for hurting him the first time, the back is very comfortable.

But Feng Qisong is not a gentle person.

Gentleness cannot support the Feng family.

Maybe Feng Qisong indulged him too much, making him forget that the man in front of him was not only his husband, but also Feng Erye who had checked and balanced with Chen Beidou for many years.

As soon as Bai Hemian understood, the little flame couldn't wait to burn up.

Be it gentle or indifferent, they are all Feng Qisong that Young Master Bai likes.

"You." Feng Qisong wrapped him in the quilt, and wrapped him into a rice dumpling, "Why, do you want to accompany the third child like this?"

The slightly relaxed atmosphere between the two froze again.

Bai Hemian, who was dressed as an oiran, was gorgeous and attractive, with the corners of his eyes and brows full of adoring charm, how could Feng Qisong not like it?

Based on Young Master Bai's description, Feng Qisong imagined the scene where he committed himself to others, and the jealousy that had been hidden for many years broke out and crazily grew in his heart.

"Bai Hemian, remember." Feng Qisong pinched the young master's chin, and ruthlessly tore off the buttons of the cheongsam, even the delicate collar.

Second Master Feng's hand caressed Bai Hemian's chest recklessly: "You are mine, and you will be mine for the rest of your life."

"Second brother Feng?" Bai Hemian shuddered from being touched, couldn't help but struggled a few times, but didn't break free, just rubbed against Feng Qisong's legs, and raised his head desperately, "Do you love me or not?" He asked Not only was he not afraid, but he held down the hand that was wandering in front of his chest, joyful and hesitant at the same time.

He thinks that Feng Qisong loves him, but he doesn't know whether Feng Qisong can accept himself as an oiran.

If it is acceptable, why keep the letter, wait for the opportunity, and let him go?

Being disturbed by the sticky young master, Feng Qisong had nowhere to lose his temper.

"Don't think about it." Feng Qisong waved away the sourness circling in his mind, bent down and picked up the envelopes scattered on the ground.

These letters were written by Second Master Feng when he was feeling extremely lonely.At that time, Bai Hemian hadn't fallen in love with Feng Qisong, and occasionally softened his attitude, which was also hypocrisy.

Feng Qisong couldn't help but miss the young master who was so affectionate with his regular customers in the letters, so in the dead of night, he wrote countless letters that could not be delivered, to relieve the depression in his heart.

Feng Qisong stroked the envelope: "You read the letter first."

It's an undeniable tone.

Bai Hemian pulled his arm out of the quilt, gritted his teeth, squeezed the envelope, tore open a corner tremblingly, and threw it away in a panic: "Second Brother Feng!"

There were tears in his eyes, and he was about to collapse: "I don't like Third Master Feng, why do you push me to him again and again?"

Bai Hemian thought that Feng Qisong really planned to lose him, and was devastated.

He is the young master of the Bai family, and he has been loved by thousands of people. If the elders in the family are still there, he must be among the young men in Jinling City.

But he is no longer the young master, he thought that Feng Qisong was his salvation, and happily flew moths into the flames, only to realize that Feng Qisong was not a salvation, but an abyss.

He couldn't turn his head back anymore, he could only take a step forward and be smashed to pieces.

"Brother..." Bai Hemian pinched the hem of Feng Qisong's clothes.

Feng Qisong brushed his hand away.

Bai Hemian's eyes went dark, and his head fell back on the pillow, staring at his eyes.

He fell.

But Feng Qisong left and returned, picked him up from the bed, and held him in his arms.

"Look." Feng Qisong spread out the account book on the bed, "Can't you see it?"

Bai Hemian murmured "Mm", his eyes drifted away.

What else to watch?

Isn't it just a western-style building under the name of Feng Sanye?He had seen it and didn't want to see it again.

Feng Qisong said a few words, noticed that Bai Hemian's expression was not right, and sighed again, consciously irritating the young master, he could only raise his left hand to cover the back of his hand.

"He Mian, what should I say about you?" Feng Qisong took a pen from the bedside table, took Bai He Mian's hand, and wrote the pen on the blank space of the envelope.

"...Since you have read the account books, you should know who is in charge of the Feng family. So what does it matter whose name the mansion is in?"

Feng Qisong smiled lazily: "I can put it under Feng Wobai's name, or I can put it under your name, even if it's under Qianshan's name, it's not too difficult, it's just a sentence Words."

Holding another person's hand to write is not easy, even Feng Qisong frowned and changed several positions before mastering the technique.

Second Master Feng slightly raised the corners of his lips, looked at the still ink-stained envelope, and rested his chin on the young master's shoulder: "You are said to be smart, why don't you even understand such a simple truth?"

Bai Hemian was confused when he heard it, and only felt that he had caught a glimpse of the truth that passed by.He blinked, lowered his head in a daze, and read the letter that he was extremely resistant to just now.

There were already eight slightly scrawled characters on the envelope.

It was the handwriting of a regular customer that Bai Hemian was so familiar with.

——I love Hemian, seeing words is like meeting.