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The questioning tone made He Wen raise his eyebrows, and there was a moment of gloom, "You seem to be 19?"

Shi Feng was slightly stunned, and nodded subconsciously.

Putting the umbrella on the other hand, He Wen sneered, with a violent breath, "That's good, I won't hit minors." The next moment, he punched Shi Feng with a heavy fist.

Shi Feng looked at the fist that was slapped at him, it was too fast, with a terrible strong wind, he was horrified that a man with a weak appearance would have such a fierce skill, he didn't dodge, and backed away with the huge impact After a few steps, he panted heavily with his back slightly bent, his eyes still fixed on He Wen, and his eyes seemed to be burning.

He pinched Shi Feng's chin, touched the corner of his bloodshot mouth with his fingers, and the imposing manner on He Wen's face was overwhelming.

"Are you awake? Baby, if you want to be crazy, you have to keep an eye on your partner. Remember next time." His tone was soft, with some affectionate names, but more dangerous.

The teenager's messy hair covered his eyes, "I'm sorry." His voice was a little dry, and the fishy smell came out of his mouth, which brought an extremely strange feeling in the silent corridor.

"Take the umbrella." He Wen handed the umbrella to Shi Feng, and went directly to press the elevator. The heavy breathing behind him followed the sound of footsteps approaching. He pulled the corners of his lips and strode into the elevator, while Shi Feng followed closely also went in.

"Get out." He Wen pressed the door-opening button next to him, his voice was faint, his frown did not relax, and under the projection of the incandescent lamp, there were deep shadows around his eyes.

The hand holding the umbrella was tightened, and the fingertips turned slightly white. Shi Feng lowered his head and straightened the corners of his lips, with a stubborn arc, without saying a word, with a firm meaning.

There was a bloody smell in the air, and the hanging fingers were still a little wet. It was the blood from the corner of the boy's mouth. He Wen squinted his eyes, brushing against the impetuous flames. He pressed the number 12 and closed his eyes slightly.

In the narrow and closed elevator, all perceptions are magnified, and the breathing that is deliberately suppressed by the ear becomes clearer for some reason, as if it can capture the chaotic heartbeat of the boy, the body that is shaking from the cold, and the other person The smell of sticky rainwater emanating from his body was very cold and not pleasant, like over-brewed bitter coffee, with a slightly dull bitter taste.

The elevator door opened, and He Wen left quickly. No accident, the sound of following footsteps remained the same. He took out the key to open the door, and the door lock turned twice to open it. Just as he was about to step in, he heard a bang behind him.

The hand holding the doorknob paused, and He Wen turned his head to look, and saw the young man lying motionless on the ground, the suppressed pain was very small, his wet black hair spread out, and there was a deep purple streak on the back of his neck, some It was ferocious, as if it had been strangled vigorously.

"Damn it, it's really fucking unlucky." He Wen twisted Shi Feng's back collar cursingly, and dragged him roughly into the room. Shi Feng lowered his head, and the corners of his blood-stained lips were slightly curved.

After closing the door, He Wen changed his shoes, put Shi Feng on the ground, put the dishes in the kitchen, filled the electric kettle with water and plugged it in.

After washing his hands, He Wen walked over and kicked the young boy lying motionless on the ground, "How long do you want to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead?"

The promotional video of "Holding Love" is out, Ye Huai's popularity is there, he stands almost side by side with Xu Bai, so the newcomer Shi Feng is also popular, plus he won the championship in some random singing competition, and his reputation is more outdated than him The star is much bigger, so I ran to him rashly, and I don't know if I was discovered by those all-pervasive paparazzi.

Shi Feng shook his heavy head, took a deep breath of cold air, got up from the ground, the corner of his white mouth was stained with blood, it was very red, and his jaw was tense together, his messy hair was hanging down, and his dark eyes were darkened. A feeling that makes people fall into it inadvertently, the indifference that does not match the age, as if it cuts off everything, "Do you know how you are criticized on the Internet now? How ugly those people say, they say you... say you..." Speaking of the latter, Shi Feng's voice was hoarse because of some kind of emotion, he covered his face, and his palms were a little wet.

The boy's mind is simple, black is black, and white is white. Although this man often made teasing and teasing words during the filming process, he taught him a lot.

The ignorant emotion is strange, but with the passage of time, it accumulates in the chest, and I don't know when it sprouted from a seed and grew into a big tree in the sky.

He didn't know how to analyze and face it. When he saw those people on the Internet attacking people he cared about personally, all kinds of unsavory insults, at that moment, the plot of protecting the calf almost instinctively appeared, and subconsciously replaced him. The man fought against the injustice, and never thought about whether the other party was the source of the matter in the first place.

So he ran over in a hurry, but he didn't expect that the man was not at home at all. After waiting for a day, two days, he couldn't calm down and only became more and more panicked.

The public opinion of the audience was too scary. He was worried that some extreme people would make more dangerous moves. This kind of thing had happened before. Once misfortune happened, the consequences could never be undone.

The corner of He Wen's mouth raised slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes, "You are worried about me."

The young man was like a child who had done something wrong. He was caught suddenly, and he stood in place at a loss, wiping his soaked pants with both hands, and the palms of his hands were increasingly sweaty.

""Holding Love" is my first play, and I don't want to have a negative impact on this play for other reasons." His tone returned to his indifference, and his breathing was still unsteady.

"You should take psychology as an elective in college." With a playful voice, He Wen curled his lips and reached out to touch Shi Feng. Seeing his obvious stiffness, he brushed away Shi Feng's wet hair amusedly, but felt that there was something wrong under his fingertips. When the temperature was normal, he raised his eyebrows slightly, "You have a fever."

Shi Feng raised his head when he heard the words, his cheeks were flushed, his long eyelashes were drawn down, he couldn't see the emotion in his eyes clearly, his lips were pursed in a horrible way, the blood was congealed, and several spots on his lips were oozing blood due to dryness.

"Damn it, don't come to me if you want to die." He Wen's fiery temper rose, veins protruded on his forehead, he went to the cabinet to get cold medicine, and went to the kitchen with a dark face to pour a cup of boiling water, black Put your face on the table, "Get out after eating."

Without drinking water, Shi Feng took the medicine directly, staring at the gloomy man with flickering eyes.

"You seduced those men, why didn't you seduce me?" The flames reflected in his eyes, Shi Feng looked at him quietly, his tone was flat and scary, "He Wen, do you think I have no money and power?"

With a snort, as if hearing a big joke, He Wen stroked his hair irritably, and opened the door, the meaning was simple and clear.

Now he regretted screwing this confused young man in, his gaze swept over the other's neck, and looked carefully under the collar, the bruise was still quite shocking.

It has been a few years, and as long as he recalls, his throat still feels like he can't breathe.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is the process of death.Struggling in vain, breathing weakly, the desire to survive was wiped out little by little.

"He Wen, when I am rich and powerful, can you come and seduce me?" With his eyes half closed, Shi Feng's gaze was always calm, but hidden behind it were emotions that he didn't understand at his age.

He knows that it doesn't matter if he doesn't understand now, he will understand sooner or later.

Laughter resounded in the wet and cold hall, as evil and arrogant as ever, He Wen raised the corners of his lips, moved closer, and stopped when he was about to touch Shi Feng's lips, and the fiery breath sprayed on his lips along with the words, With a smirk, "Seduce you? Boy, you haven't grown all your hair yet?"

Shi Feng's expression froze, his drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, his already scorching cheeks became even hotter, and sweat oozed from his forehead.

Pressing the corner of Shi Feng's cracked mouth with his thumb, he touched it, looked away from the handsome young man's face, He Wen raised his lips, "I advise you to go back, take a shower and sleep, and pray that you won't be in the newspaper tomorrow. "

"I'll come back tomorrow." Shi Feng took a few glances at He Wen, his slender eyes were full of stubborn persistence, he pursed his lips under He Wen's furious gaze, calmly took his umbrella and left, answering his question There was a loud slam of the door.

He Wen sat down on the sofa, picked up the water glass and took a big sip of water, the coldness between his brows hadn't disappeared, when the doorbell rang, he reclined on the sofa and closed his eyes.

The doorbell kept ringing, constantly challenging his nerves. He Wen frowned, and the expression on his face could be said to be terrifying. He opened the door, and when the violent flame saw the mushroom-headed girl wearing a furry rabbit coat at the door, His complexion changed and changed, and finally a strange expression settled down.

"What kind of baby are you?" If I remember correctly, it should be Song Ziyu's assistant. He has a good memory, and there are not many people who have mushroom heads.

The next moment, He Wen saw the mushroom-headed girl crying, her big eyes seemed to have squeezed eye drops in advance, tears were streaming down her face, she held a plastic bag in one hand, and wiped the tears on her face indiscriminately with the other .

"Woooo...you are finally back...Mom, my old lady squats at the door like an idiot three times a day from morning to night. If you don't come back, I'm going to have tea with Lord Yan...Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo What people do..."

The corner of He Wen's mouth twitched, and he didn't speak until the crying in his ear subsided: "Delivery delivery?" He glanced at the plastic bag in the other party's hand from the corner of his eye. The smell of celery was very strong, as if it smelled like fish. He licked it. Lips, I'm a little hungry.

"Eat it while it's hot." Yu Bao handed over the plastic bag in his hand, sobbing and said, "Master Zhang, the chef of Xinyuanyuan, cooks it himself, and ordinary people can't eat it." Like me, Yu Bao secretly swallowed.

For the past three days, she has been running here every day, occasionally saying hello to the young boy in the corridor. Every time she returns with the packaged food, she feels that she is going to hell step by step, especially after talking on the phone with Brother Song. After hearing his increasingly cold voice.

Lifting the plastic bag in his hand, He Wen looked at the girl's shoulders wet from the rain, "You don't have to come here tomorrow."

Yu Bao sniffed his nose, pouted pitifully, "Brother Song will let me go."

"Don't you think my words are more useful?" He Wen let out a chuckle from his throat, a little playful, Song Ziyu, is your mind squeezed by the door?There are too many plays, want to play the route in the eight o'clock file?

Yu Bao slapped his forehead, and suddenly, he winked at He Wen ambiguously, "Hey hey, Brother Song listens to you." After speaking, he shouted excitedly, "Hahaha, I'm finally free, never again..."

"I suddenly changed my mind." Interrupting the girl's triumphant laughter, He Wen looked at the girl shaking his head frantically, pleadingly, raised his eyebrows evilly, "See you tomorrow.