Chapter 25: Friend's Wife Can't Play (9)

The maliciousness in Zhao He's words is audible to individuals. Feng Xinyang suddenly stood up and said sharply: "Zhao He!"
"Isn't it?" Zhao He's eyes flirted around Yanxi who didn't know what to think. "Don't Xixi want him?"
Feng Xinyang paused. He looked at Yan Xizhi. Sure enough, he saw a beautiful man with an unnatural expression on his face. He concealed a smile. "Everyone is a brother, and everyone's face is not good-looking." , Want me to say, take a step back, the sea and the sky."
"Don't hurt A Qing in the box, we still do the same as before, everyone depends on their own means."
Not hurt? Zhao He lowered her eyes slightly, her lips raised, and the man's tone was low, elongated like velvet. "Okay." The drooping eyelashes covered the depths and filled with chill.
How could it not hurt?
How can he not suffer the same sufferings he has suffered all these years?
Zhao He agreed, but Feng Xinyang didn't want to agree. He had to admit that he had moved on He Qing. He was different from the toys that he could throw out at random. Yan Xizhi didn't mention it because he had no discipline. Zhao He, even if he promised not to hurt A Qing, who knows what kind of torture A Qing will encounter with his means and heart.
He was determined in his eyes, but was noticed by Yan Xi before he opened his mouth. The beautiful man raised his eyebrows with a smile on his face, but the words he said made people feel cold: "Xinyang, you refuse again , I’m welcome."
He looked good, the bright facial features smiled eloquently, and the emotions that were empty in the eyes with the autumn water were not at all, "I and Ah He joined forces, you Feng family can't move, but your suddenly emerged The younger brothers who come here can still be pushed up, don’t force us to do it.

Feng Xinyang, who had been arrogant and arrogant for half his life, looked at his friend in disbelief, but saw him still smiling. Until now, he did not know what friends he had made.

[It’s almost done...] He Qing counted the time: [Xinyang Xiaocui should have compromised. Should I play now? 】
System: [There is nothing you said in the original world. 】
[Of course not. 】He Qing looked down at her fair-handed hands on her lap. [The original Feng Xinyang did not like He Qing. How could he turn his back on him and his brother? They certainly reached agreement easily. 】
The pink-colored fingernails are almost transparent in the sun, showing a delicate beauty. He Qing can’t help but touch it. [In this world, Feng Xinyang’s favor has already reached his liking. Of course, he has to fight for it. Hey, I’m really a good person in advance. Let him feel what is called true plastic brotherhood, poor Xinyang is cute, and the duo is a real dude. 】Others, but they are all pigs and tigers.
【Oh. ] The system's indifferent thoughts: [Adult host is awesome, applauding flowers for host host. 】
He Qing shook his body disgusted by his utterly inconsistent tone, "Okay, okay, just leave you." 】
He leaned against the wall, watching the phone on the table light up.

When the phone was connected, Feng Xinyang took the phone and heard a slightly hoarse voice over there, full of exhaustion, "Xinyang..."
Feng Xinyang was bitter in his heart, but he had nothing to pretend to say: "A Qing, come out to dinner tonight and celebrate Zhao He's return."
Hearing Zhao He’s name, the person at the end of the phone shuddered, and after a while, the sound of trying to suppress the crying sounded: "I, I am not comfortable, so I will not go."
It seemed like he was afraid that Feng Xinyang would let him go again. He stammered and hurriedly said with a choked voice: "Well, I can't work overtime tonight. I can't go really. Hang up first."
This is the first time He Qing hung up Feng Xinyang's phone. He put down his phone and bitterly, he also had a sour heart in his heart. If A Qing really does not care about Zhao He, why are he so afraid to meet him?
Yan Xizhi dressed up specially, and came down from the upper floor like a flower peacock. His face was full of unstoppable smiles. He turned the car key on his hand and saw Feng Xinyang in a daze, just like before. He teased him with a smile: "Xin Yang, what about the soul?"
Feng Xinyang turned to God, and as before, glared at him, "I was eaten by you!"
"I don't have such a great skill. I've packed it up. Let's go."
Zhao He was waiting outside, and when the two of them came, the three of them packed up in a car and went out as before.
The car was parked under an ordinary residential building. When the red cabriolet of Saobao stopped, it attracted a lot of curious prying eyes. Yan Xizhi didn't care at all, took out a small mirror, and looked at the inside. After thinking about it, I sprayed a little perfume on the inside of my wrist, and then got off the car with satisfaction.
It's not that he boasted, the latter two couldn't compare with himself. When A Qing saw him, his eyes would stick to him.
Behind him, Zhao He couldn't help but raised his eyebrows. When was Yanxi so naughty that he still carried a mirror with him.
He Qing's family lives on the top floor, and the narrow staircase can only accommodate one person. Yan Xi ran to the front, left the two behind him, climbed the seven floors, and finally arrived. The whole clothes were taken without a worry. According to his face, after making sure that nothing was wrong, the beautiful man knocked on the door.
The door opened.
After the young man with some red and swollen eyes could see who the coming person was, he overwhelmed him and looked at Feng Xinyang behind him, and... Zhao He...
Why, why would they come here!
Zhao He looked at the youth carefully. Eight years later, his appearance has not changed much, his temperament is still warm, but the watery eyes in the past are slightly red and swollen at the moment, not embarrassing, but it makes people think, cry him!
The redness at the end of his eyes made him want to ravage more and more. His hands on both sides of the body shook slightly, almost unable to restrain him. Feng Xinyang noticed that he was staring at the youth's eyes, his heart sank and pushed Yan Xizhi, who was standing at the stairway, reached out and wanted to pull the lover's hand.
He Qing stiffened, and under Zhao He's sight, almost conditioned reflexively concealed his hands behind him, preventing men from touching.
Feng Xinyang's hand fell in the air, stiffened, and slowly let go, showing a gentle smile again: "A Qing, don't you invite us to sit down?"
"Oh...good..." He Qing didn't dare to lift his head, and almost entered the house with the same hands and feet.
Feng Xinyang took the lead and Zhao He followed, leaving Yan Xizhi standing on the spot, his eyes full of unwillingness.
Obviously, the person A Qing saw first was him...
Except for the moment when the door was opened, until now, the young man's sight has always been on those two people, and he refused to point him at all!
What are they good for? Just glance at him, is it so difficult?
The hand holding the mirror was getting tighter, and a small "click" sounded, and the beautiful man suddenly recovered, only to find that his broken lens cut blood from his hand, and a small wound made his face. Suddenly hard to look.
He Qing came into the water in a trance, only to find that there was another person who didn't enter the door, "Xi Zhi? Why are you standing at the door and not coming in?"
He looked at his environment with a little embarrassment, "Is my house too simple..."
"No!" Yan Xizhi raised his head with a hazeless smile on his face, and he slightly bent his eyes. "A Qing's house is so good that I just accidentally broke my hand."
"Broken hand?" The young man's expression suddenly became tense. He looked down and saw that Yan Xizhi had a red mark cast by blood on his left hand. He quickly pulled the person into the house and took the band-aid from the porch cabinet. Be careful Posted it to him.
With his head bowed, He Qing's broken hair touched the palm of a beautiful man softly, causing him to be very tickled, and he didn't care about his'coldness' before, and a fox with a corner of his mouth stole the chicken 'S smile came and said very sincerely: "It's okay, just a small mouth."
"Hand injury is not a trivial matter." He Qing carefully pressed the edge of the band-aid and exhaled with a sigh of relief. This raised his head to Yan Xi's way: "The hand is very important, just like me, I am a doctor, if My hands are gone, and my life is over."
Yan Xizhi didn't take his words to heart, just looked at the gentle man with a soft tone and laughed. That's right. He only looked at him and talked to him.
Before he was happy for a few seconds, he sat on the sofa and watched their uncomfortable Feng Xinyang stand up, walked to He Qing, and embraced the young man’s slender waist, as if he was swearing sovereignty, intimate He whispered in his ear, Yan Xi's eyes were dark, but his face was still smiling, as if jokingly: "What do you say, you have to be so close."
"A Qing came over, I also want to say something to you..." He smiled and pulled He Qing's hand, but he escaped uncomfortably. Yan Xizhi's expression was suddenly not very good-looking.
Feng Xinyang didn't seem to see anything, and he simply said brightly: "Nothing, just a little misunderstanding with A Qing before the box. They are all themselves. Today we will expose this matter."
He looked down at the young man with an instant pale face, and said with a little apology: "A Qing, Zhao He said, if you apologize to him, he will forgive you, if it was not your fault, tell me, I will help you Make the call."
He Qing lowered his head deadly, and when he heard his words, he shook his body and looked up at him, with warm hope in his eyes. He asked cautiously, "I apologize, Ahe... will he forgive me?"
Hearing this intimate appellation, the man's heart was full, but he nodded, "Yes, you apologize, he will forgive you."

He Qing’s balcony was very small. Zhao He was smoking on the balcony at the moment. He spit out a smoke ring and watched it slowly disappear in the air. His expression was empty. The balcony door opened and closed behind him. Hold your breath lightly and listen.
The man's footsteps were very light and slow, always cautious, as if afraid of disturbing others, he stopped, a familiar, gentle voice timidly sounded behind him: "Ahe..."
Zhao He pinched off the smoke in his hand and turned to look at the young man, "He Qing."
"Yes, I'm sorry... I was bad, please forgive me!" The young man looked down in shame, embarrassed.
Do you also feel ashamed? Why did you do this in the first place?
Zhao He was full of irony and hatred, but he was calm on the face and said softly: "It's okay, I forgive you."
Under the sight of the young man's surprise as if he was redeemed, his voice was soft, "Since you are all Xinyang's boyfriends, let's have a meal together at night, as if, give me the guilt meal."