Master, he always loves acting

Qiao Ye stopped talking. Feng Yijun was right. He grew up with him, and he watched him grow up. If there is a person who knows Feng Yijun best in this world, it must be Qiao Ye.

Not even the Feng family.

He stared blankly at the brightly lit house in front of him, thinking: What would he do?

Nothing more than two, either let him leave, or leave by himself.

Feng Yijun is not an ordinary person. As long as he thinks about it, there are naturally a hundred and one thousand ways to prevent Qiao Ye from seeing him again. After all, he is Feng Yijun.

But Qiao Ye tried his best and didn't want to let it go. That was the person he had liked for 20 years.

He didn't dare to say it before, but the previous dinner and that drunkenness made him break the secret he had kept for 20 years.Now that he has said it, why is he afraid?

But he never expected that his passion was useless in front of Feng Yijun.

He pretended to be crazy by being drunk, clutching Feng Yijun's suit tightly and refusing to let go, and wrinkled his expensive shirt into a ball. His blurred eyes were full of alcohol, as if he was in a trance with a layer of mist. His hands were shaking nervously, but he still said tremblingly: "I like you..."

He held on to the silky and supple fabric tightly, not daring to let go. Being drunk is fake, but the wine is real. At this moment, the smell of wine made him dizzy. A little slack, as if the two pieces of clothes held in his hands were the source of all his courage and strength.

Silence, long silence.

The damned, suffocating silence.

Qiao Ye gasped for breath, shook his head but became even more dizzy, just when he felt that he was about to collapse on the ground, he heard the familiar deep voice say: "Qiao Ye, you are drunk gone."

"I didn't!" The mouth retorted one step faster than the brain, and Qiao Ye shouted in a low voice.

Qiao Ye's lowered head was suddenly lifted up by a pair of thick callused hands. Feng Yijun held his face with one hand, looked at the blushing drunk man, and said coldly into his eyes: " If you weren't drunk, how could you say such stupid things."

Qiao Ye's heart was rushing violently for a while, and for a while it was silent and cold. He trembled unconsciously, not to be outdone, and met those weathered eyes, but couldn't stop turning his eyes and dared not look directly. He whispered: " I like you, not stupid."

He looked at the man who fascinated and frightened him with misty eyes, licked his lips and said softly, "Brother, I just like you."

An elder brother who brought himself up with his own hands, he has only looked at him since he was a child, and all his sorrows and joys are only for him.

A mature, stable, and confident man, a reliable, warm, and charming savior, how can a teenager resist?

This love is not impulsive, but the accumulation and desire day after day, and the worship and dream year after year.But he hid it, and he didn't see the sun all day long. He wanted to hide it all the time.

It doesn't matter to Yingying and Yanyan by his side, it doesn't matter to the lovers who come and go, as long as he looks at him, as long as he has no wife or children for a day, he can always love him "fairly" in his heart.

But God told him to get drunk, it was a chance God gave him - Qiao Ye said to himself.

After all, I don't want to bear it anymore.

Looking at Feng Yijun's stern and plain face, he felt that he was probably really drunk, so he grabbed the shirt and pulled him closer, and before Feng Yijun could react at all, he kissed his lips. .He stretched out his tongue and licked the lips that Xiao had thought about for many years, thinking: I am drunk, I am just drunk.

Feng Yijun was stunned for a few seconds, then he stretched out his hand and pushed him away. Qiao Ye, whose legs were weak, was forced to let go of his hands and fell to the ground.

But he didn't care at all, just half lying on the ground and grinning, his handsome face was smiling brightly, he looked at Feng Yijun in a daze and said, "You're right, I'm drunk... ..”

That's why I had such a beautiful dream.

Feng Yijun looked at Qiao Ye who was sitting on the ground, and said expressionlessly, "Wake up tomorrow morning and forget all about it. I can pretend nothing happened."

After speaking, he pulled off his suit jacket and threw it on Qiao Ye, and walked away without looking back once.

Qiao Ye put his hand on his forehead and laughed out loud, forgot?What do you forget?This heart has been filled with the three words Feng Yijun for more than ten or twenty years, how can I forget?

Nothing happened?

Qiao Ye raised his head, looked vaguely at Feng Yijun who was going to get into the car, and smiled coldly.

Don't dream, the Qiao Ye you raised is not such a little white rabbit who can give up in a few words.

brother.

"If you can't pretend nothing happened, I can give you a choice."

Qiao Ye, who was caught in the memory, was suddenly pulled back by this voice. He subconsciously looked at Feng Yijun in a daze, and heard his lovely and hated voice drifting over, "Choose one of the branches under Feng's .”

Qiao Ye stared blankly at Feng Yijun and lost his voice for a moment.

Feng Yijun looked at him like this and continued: "As long as you want it, it's yours."

Then, as soon as the words fell, I heard the man's indistinguishable laughter.

Qiao Ye shook his head and laughed, but he felt relieved when he heard this. He turned his head and looked at Feng Yijun, smiled as usual, and said, "I don't want to."

Feng Yijun was speechless for a while, and looked at him. The two looked at each other silently in the dimly lit compartment. After all, it was Qiao Ye who was discouraged first.

He smiled and said, "I was just thinking, I really know you well."

After speaking, he sighed and said, "But what should I do? You can't do business that loses money. You taught me that."

He watched Feng Yijun try his best to conceal his uneasiness, and pretended to be relaxed and said: "If I leave, will I not be beaten? Boss Feng, you can't do without me. For so many years, whether it is the Feng family or the Feng family, it is me. in operation."

He looked steadily at Feng Yijun and said, "If I leave, your life will be in chaos."

"Do you believe it or not?"

Before he could respond, he opened the car door and took a step out, then turned around and said, "I separate work from loving you, I'm not greedy anymore, you just have to be like me."

"Outside of work, just think of me as a normal admirer."

Before Feng Yijun could utter the word "no", Qiao Ye gave a desolate laugh. After all, he no longer pretended to be strong, and pleaded with all his strength, "Brother, please, can you?"

Feng Yijun was silent.

Qiao Ye got out of the car, closed the door, and walked straight into the house without looking back.

Sitting in the car, Feng Yijun looked at the thin and straight young man who refused to admit defeat, straightened his spine and slowly moved forward, vaguely recalling that when he was a child, he was only a little tall, and he was so stubborn and refused to bow his head. Children, the most common thing to say is, "I can do it! I can do anything well!"

Facts have proved that he is right, he can do everything well, even excellent in everything, in order to be able to help the Feng family around Feng Yijun, he has paid unimaginable hard work for ordinary people.

It's just that Feng Yijun thought at this moment: Xiaoye, don't be so stubborn.

There are some things that can’t be done just by being brave alone, such as loving him, you can’t.

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