bereavement

The corners of Mr. Jiang's lips hooked up unconsciously, very lightly and shallowly, Xie Qin couldn't see his eyes, only saw a faint smile on that cold and serious face.

The ten-thousand-year iceberg will also melt one day.

Xie Qin was finally his sun.

The screen of the mobile phone was turned on, and Jiang Yanyu glanced down, his smile was still on, but he froze for a moment.

He stood up and was about to go outside to answer the phone when he suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Xie Qin.

The child has been watching him.

Without hesitation, Jiang Yanyu sat back on the sofa.

"Hello!?" Jiang Wei finally howled vigorously: "Brother, you are too noisy over there and can't hear clearly!"

"No noise."

"..."

"Dad asked you to go back to Shenzhen the day after tomorrow, and said he wanted to talk to you about something!"

"No time."

"Don't! It's not necessarily a bad thing!" Jiang Wei finally howled with a sore throat, coughed twice and said, "It's been almost ten years and he still hasn't calmed down? Brother, the old man told you to go back to find him Under the steps, I couldn't hold back anymore and wanted to make up with you."

"Oh, I see."

Jiang Yanyu didn't say any more, hung up the phone, his face became colder, and his smile gradually faded away.

Jiang Wei is still young and sees things too shallowly. His father told him to go back for more than reconciliation. Jiang Yanyu had a hunch that the old man might use the excuse of "for your own good" to force him something he didn't want.

Four years ago, when Huazhou lied to the outside world that he was married in order to wash away the negative news, Jiang Yanyu felt that the old man was playing tricks behind his back. The old man probably knew about the incident between him and Xie Qin in the city that never sleeps two days ago .

It wasn't that the brothers present betrayed him. The old man called them one by one to interrogate them, using his status as an elder to put pressure on them. It came out in full.

Jiang Yanyu came out to his parents when he was 24 years old, and then severed the relationship. It has been ten years now. Except for returning home once when his mother passed away, he has no other contact with his family.

"Are you sleepy?"

Xie Qin didn't know when he stepped down from the stage, changed his clothes and sat behind Jiang Yanyu secretly, pinching his neck.

"Are you sleepy?" Jiang Yanyu asked back.

"Do not."

"Well, neither do I."

Xie Qin snorted, stretched his arms over Jiang Yanyu's shoulders, and touched his Adam's apple dishonestly.The most vulnerable parts of a man are the egg and the Adam's apple.

"Try it." Jiang Yanyu said lightly, without any emotion in his voice.

"Play?" Xie Qin tentatively pressed down.

To tell the truth, if it was someone else, such as Sun Yang, Xie Qin would have punched him in the Adam's apple, but Jiang Yan wanted to attack Sun Yang by a Pacific, and Xie Qin didn't want his life to be in danger.

"Let's play." Jiang Yanyu said.

Xie Qin groaned again, stretched his head around his shoulder, put his lips on his Adam's apple, and stuck out his tongue to lick it.

Just as he was about to retract his head, his chin was suddenly pinched by a hand, and his face was stuck in the air, unable to move.

"Let you play here," Jiang Yanyu pointed at his Adam's apple, rolled it, and said gloomyly: "I didn't let you play with fire."

Xie Qin let him pinch his chin, leaned into his ear and said, "Call me daddy."

"Xie Qin," Jiang Yanyu tilted his head to meet his eyes, and sneered, "I'll think about it later, how to spend the night."

"Tsk."

Xie Qin looked at him, and really wanted to push him to the ground right now. Jiang Yan wanted to push him harder and harder. Xie Qin likes to play head-to-head. Yan wanted to beat him to the ground and he panicked.

It was three o'clock in the morning when I returned home. Jiang Yanyu went to work in the study after eating, and Xie Qin slumped on the sofa, lazily, playing with his mobile phone.

As soon as the video of him singing a love song was uploaded to Weibo, the overwhelming marketing account began to spread the promotion. Xie Qin's forehead was on fire and he called the radio station.

"A lot of money and no place to spend it?" He came up with a slap in the face, "Don't fucking buy it."

"We hired some sailors for the hot search and marketing accounts bought from above," said the other party in a low voice, "The director seems to be planning to sell you."

"so."

"So this isn't making you popular! The day before yesterday, a rap label engaged in commercial performances took a fancy to you, and wanted to sign you to bring them popularity."

"My contract with you has not expired."

"It's okay, they've covered your contract liquidated damages, and now it's a bit difficult to deal with the signing fee. The director's price is too high, and they're still considering it."

"Oh." Xie Qin hung up the phone without interest.

It doesn't matter where it is, the most important thing is to make money, it's just that the Internet radio station has turned into a real performance. He is tired of singing to the camera and the bar by himself, so he changed to a big stage and a bunch of rappers. OK, hilarious.

However, his slap in the face is really casual. Xie Qin used to think that after a hobby became a profession, it was no longer a hobby, but a tool for making money. After a while, he bowed to reality, just like most people in the society. Prostrate at the feet of money, kneeling and licking willingly.

Jiang Yan wanted to take a shower after finishing his work. When he came out of the bathroom, he was covered with only a towel around his waist, wide shoulders, narrow waist, abdominal muscles and long legs.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he lowered his head to light the fire, and said vaguely to Seqin, "Go take a bath."

"I don't want to do it," Xie Qin yawned, "Tired."

After speaking, the room was suddenly quiet.

Five seconds passed.

Jiang Yanyu let out a muffled laugh, flicked the cigarette ash with his fingers, and looked at Xie Qin like a fool.

Xie Qin reacted, his face sank.

He was thinking wrongly, Jiang Yanyu didn't mean that, it was because his head was full of pornographic waste, and when he heard taking a bath, he wanted to go to bed.

"I take it, I'm stupid."

Jiang Yanyu: "Who cares."

Xie Qin: "Your mother."

"Okay," Jiang Yanyu nodded, "I'll treat you well first."

This time Xie Qin thought he was a fool, so he resolutely gave up the fight, shut up and went directly to the bathroom to take a shower.

When he came out, there was no one in the living room. He pushed open the door of the study, and Jiang Yanyu was indeed there, working like an iron man from three in the morning to eight in the morning, cup after cup of coffee, and now he couldn't fall asleep even though he wanted to sleep.

As Jiang Yanyu expected, Xie Qin still didn't blow his hair. He was even more awesome this time, and he didn't bother to wear a bathrobe. The only fig leaf on his whole body was the black shorts between his crotch.

From the time Xie Qin entered the room to sitting on the sofa and taking out his mobile phone to play games, his gaze was fixed on Jiang Yanyu for less than a second. The towel on his head covered most of Xie Qin's face. Jiang Yanyu could only Seeing his jaw, the line is straight, sharp, and terribly cold.

"Dirty ball." Jiang Yanyu called Xie Qin's nickname.

"..." Xie Qin looked up at him and raised an eyebrow: "Are you looking for a date?"