Dressed as a villain's brother

After failing to ask for help, He Jin turned his gaze back.

His head was as hot as burning a CPU for a moment, and he finally concentrated and corrected him very sincerely, "Just call me by my name."

He Yu also chimed in, "That's right, there's no horoscope, don't yell."

Lan Cong looked innocent, "Isn't it a matter of time?"

It was rare for He Jin to have the idea of ​​fleeing somewhere immediately. With a hot face on his face, he walked around Lan Cong to the stairs pretending to be calm, "We're going back first, you can talk to Fu Rongjie about dinner."

Seeing that he was going to leave, Fu Rongjie thought he was not happy to be called like that, and after a few steps followed, he said to Lan Cong, "Continue to practice."

He Yu glared at Lan Cong before following him downstairs.

Under the shadow of the whirling tree, seeing He Jin open the car door, He Yu scratched his hair and said, "Brother, I won't go back with you guys."

He Jin supported the edge of the car door, wondering, "Why?"

"I've made an appointment with someone." He Yu stepped on the ripe leaves, pacing in place.

"Do you know the Emperor?" He Jin asked.

He Yu nodded, shook his head again, and explained, "No, that person owes me money, and I'm here to collect the debt!"

"When did you borrow it?"

"three years ago."

He Jin raised his eyebrows, didn't ask any more questions, sat in front of the back seat of the car, and warned: "If he still doesn't return it, remember not to do it, you will have to pay for it if you are disabled."

He Yu stepped down and watched the car start slowly, gradually shrinking in sight.

Thinking of He Jin's words, he muttered, "But I can't beat him just by talking..."

Otherwise, it won't be owed for three years.

in the car.

He Jin stared at the distant buildings outside the window in a daze.

There is a large clump of coquettish roses next to the parking position just now. After staying for a long time, it seems that the car body has been stained.

He Jin sniffed unconsciously, and happened to catch a glimpse of an out-of-place Soviet-style building on the side of the road, with white walls and black tiles, graceful and elegant.

He fixed his gaze and took a second look before realizing that it was a hotel.

There are three or two wedding cars parked at the door, tied with pink streamers and decorated with rich roses.

Just now, Lan Cong's title floated in his mind unconsciously.

He Jin raised his hands and put on the earphones, put his knuckles behind his ears, and lowered his head to choose a song.

He picked an electronic song.

Very rhythmic music, every beat is in line with the beat of the heartbeat, clamoring and crashing.

He Jin listened for a while, but found it was useless.

Those two words were still drilling into his mind.

It might seem impolite for him to leave suddenly just now, but he is really at a loss.

Except for the unexpected, he found that he seemed a little less guilty.

He always has some inexplicable guilt towards the protagonist.

It seems that I have snatched something and tampered with the plot.

But Lan Cong recklessly called him that, and he somehow felt recognized.

Because this person is Lan Cong, he has this feeling.

The phone suddenly vibrated twice before He Jin came back to his senses, picked up the phone and glanced at it.

It's Yao Zhan's message.

He Jin stayed on the input field with his thumb for a long time, raised his eyes, and looked at the professional driver.

Fu Rongjie hadn't spoken since he got in the car, the atmosphere was visibly tense, and the sound of falling leaves rubbing against the car window seemed to be jumping on a string that was about to break.

He Jin didn't quite understand, so he just licked the corners of his dry lips, rested his hand on his cheek, and said, "Yao Zhan said that he wanted to ask you alone about the last gaffe."

He lowered his head and glanced again, "He also said that his hometown produces tea, and he specially asked his family to send a good Yuqian Longjing to you."

"...The one who said that Weidu is not worth coming?" Fu Rongjie put his index finger on the steering wheel and tapped twice before speaking.

"Ah."

"Let's hang it out first." Fu Rongjie said quietly.

He Jin adjusted a more comfortable posture, wondering, "Why did he talk to me?"

Just tell me directly.

Fu Rongjie: "I didn't pass his friend."

He Jin continued to look out of the window, and said casually, "So, the root cause lies with you."

Fu Rongjie didn't respond, and the corners of his lips pursed a little tighter.

The driving school was not far away, and the car had already driven into the community, heading towards the entrance of the garage.

The light was suddenly swallowed up, and there was a slight chill in the underground garage.

Perhaps a quiet and dark place can always mobilize some long-buried things in the heart, Fu Rongjie turned around and said something.

"You don't like that address just now." It's a declarative sentence.

He Jin didn't expect him to mention this suddenly, put his elbows on the window sill, and put down his phone, "I just never thought that this title could be applied to me."

"But you are not happy." Fu Rongjie said.

"...I'm not that hypocritical." He Jin smiled, and suddenly understood why his junior had been silent since he was in the car.

But I feel that my junior is too sensitive.

"Really, I don't care about that," he added.

He Jin looked at the downcast eyes of his junior from the rearview mirror of the car.

He suddenly realized something.

He found that he seemed to care too much about his own feelings and ignored Fu Rongjie.

In other words, in fact, from the beginning to the end, what he should care most about should only be Fu Rongjie's thoughts.

Books are written by people, and roads are also made by people.

But he had been somewhat complacent before.

He Jin thought dully.

The dim lights of the garage flashed in front of my eyes, and the shadows of cars flickered.

He heard the elementary school boy say, "We seem to have a lot of conflicts."

He Jin agreed with approval.

Fortunately, one has been solved now.

Fu Rongjie didn't know what he was thinking, and when He Jin agreed with him, his fingertips lightly resting on the steering wheel pressed a little harder.

"Then what should we do?" His tone was flat, but the ending sound was a bit leaky.

"Take it easy." He Jin said, not paying attention to his cat-scratching disappointment.

The car slowly parked in the parking space, He Jin got out of the car, and saw Fu Rongjie stepping forward, his brows were still furrowed.

He Jin was stunned.

"Fu Rongjie."

When someone came to him, He Jin called out.

Fu Rongjie turned to look at him, waiting for his words.

But He Jin didn't say anything, just pulled his wrist, leaned forward and kissed the side of the lower primary school boy comfortingly.

He wanted to explain that he really didn't want to be angry because of an inappropriate address, but he was suddenly grabbed by the wrist, and he was forced to cling to the car body.

When the warm breath gushed over, He Jin raised his eyes and saw Fu Rongjie's never-before-seen eyes that almost swallowed nothing.

He Jin froze for a moment, stretched out his free hand, and held Fu Rongjie's fingertips, trying to calm him down.

He was still thinking like this when he was tortured until his lips ached.

The primary school boy is just under too much pressure. It's only the first week of his tenure, so he should be very tired.

The conflict between the two of them who are unclear about each other's position has been procrastinating until it accumulates to a high point.And he really didn't do what a boyfriend should do, as Fu Rongjie said before he came, even Feng Hui cared more about ground handling than he did.

The tip of He Jin's tongue was numb, and he felt that it was almost done in the chaos. No matter how he tried to comfort him, he had to choose a place.

Taking advantage of the moment of panting and leaving, He Jin kissed him and said, "This is the garage."

Someone will come.

In the dark shadow, Fu Rongjie opened the car door with lowered eyes.

He Jin hastily stretched out his hand to resist.

Fu Rongjie pushed him, "Do you want to be at home?"

"..."

The space in the back seat of the closed car was cramped, and He Jin soon regretted the behavior he had just acquiesced to.

The charming atmosphere was rendered very quickly, and he sealed his mouth in time to prevent himself from leaking some unpleasant voices.

"Enough." He gasped.

"...we only meet in private once a week."

"..." He Jin let go of his hand, and stopped pushing Fu Rongjie who was hugging him and nibbling wildly.

In fact, he couldn't push it away either.

The strength of the elementary school boy was greater than he imagined.

The temperature on his face was still rising, and He Jin was gradually dazzled by the steam, so he could only stare at Fu Rongjie.

In the unclear light, from the hard-to-describe outline of eyebrows and eyes to the slightly shivering thin lips.

The shape of the lips, which were originally alluring and unspeakable, was now stained with water, making them shiny and moist.

"Why do you look so good-looking..." He Jin whispered a little confused.

The charming Lan Cong failed to seduce him just now, but now she thinks so unconsciously.

He shouldn't be a perverted person.

But this statement is doubtful, most of what happened that night was due to his obsession with sex.

Fu Rongjie's eyes lit up a little brighter, he approached and wanted him to boast again, but felt that this behavior was a little shameless, so he just asked: "Did you feel that way before?"

He Jin's eyes fell on the folds of the fabric brought out by Fu Rongjie's bent legs beside him, "Isn't this the truth?"

Fu Rongjie was obviously dissatisfied with this answer, and looked straight at him with an arc at the end of his eyes, which was a little red.

He Jin's Adam's apple slipped, and after a short pause, he said, "If you want to hear something, or if you have any appeals, you can just say it."

Fu Rongjie moved his lips a little excitedly, but in the end he just looked away, "...Forget it, you probably won't agree."

He Jin sighed softly, "Sure enough, we should communicate more."

Otherwise, you have no idea what the other party wants.

It has reached the point where he asks now, but the other party refuses to answer.

Her lips were bitten again, sweat dripped down her neck, He Jin didn't understand why it was so sudden again, when there was a sudden chill in front of her body.

The gray and white T he was wearing was rolled up.

He Jin's legs were slightly numb, and he hastily retreated a little towards the backrest where he couldn't retreat, his whole body nestled in the leather seat and panting softly, "I don't mean... this kind of communication."

Fu Rongjie glanced at the few millimeters he had withdrawn, and his knuckles protruded into the deeper part of the cloth, "Didn't you ask me what I want?"

He Jin suddenly understood, the only free hand rested on Fu Rongjie's shoulder in a panic, and the low groan in his ear made him restless.

"I think, listen to you."

Panting, He Jin suddenly pushed him away, her eyes were reddish and sharp at the end.

After Fu Rongjie finished speaking, he also felt a little regretful, so he could only smile, "Or you can hug me for a while."

"..."

He Jin finally complied with his last sentence, but also gained a clearer understanding of his junior.

Compared to a docile and gentle dog, Fu Rongjie is actually more like a wolf with its tail between its legs pretending to be docile.

The heat is getting heavier, and the fragrance of flowers dissipates with the morning mist.

The insects gradually became louder, accompanied by some trivial voices in the corner, high and low.

When He Jin arrived at the company, he stopped in his tracks as soon as he passed the tea room.

He heard his name.

"Didn't you notice? It's on He Jin's neck and on the inside of her wrist. I saw it yesterday, and I can't even cover it up..."

"You said that if he looks like this, he should have had a lot of partners, right?"

"But he didn't say that."

"It looks like the sea, but actually..."

He Jin unconsciously closed his neckline before knocking on the door, and asked in a greeting-like tone, "I'm looking at the sea?"

Feng Hui turned his head abruptly, saw that it was him, and pulled Yao Zhan who had just spoken.

Another girl from the same department also hurriedly stopped and winked.

Yao Zhan paused for a moment, then turned around and explained, "I praise you for looking good."

Laugh like a hook.

After Yao Zhan finished speaking, he looked up and down again.

He Jin was wearing a formal suit today, making her tall and straight, with a radiant complexion.

He quickly came back to his senses, put on an upright demeanor that nothing happened, and asked, "Why did you come to the company today? Aren't you going on a business trip?"

He Jin tucked his collar, "I have something to do, so I'll come here first."

Feng Hui came to his senses and quickly asked: "Then Mr. Fu also..."

He Jin raised her lips, "Don't go looking for him."

Before turning around to leave, he tapped on the edge of the door again, "I asked for you. He's not single either."

He Jin didn't care about what was going on behind her, and went back to the department to deal with some trivial matters, then went downstairs with Old Qiao, exited the company gate, and got into the car parked on the side of the road.

Old Qiao saw that Fu Rongjie was sitting in the back seat of the car, and opened the co-pilot's door.

The driver confirmed the target location and route, put in gear, and stepped on the accelerator.

"Assistant Gao went to the airport first, and we will meet in the lobby later." Fu Rongjie crossed his long legs, and returned the page on the phone casually.

Old Joe responded immediately.

He Jin glanced at his phone, "What are you looking at?"

Fu Rongjie straightened his tie without looking at him, "Refer to the case."

He Jin: "?"

Fu Rongjie's eyelashes fluttered twice before he said, "It's something you've seen, it's not important."

He Jin: "..."

Even more curious.

When they arrived at the airport, Old Qiao got out of the car first. He Jin leaned over and rubbed the nose with his elementary school brother, and took the opportunity to reach for his phone.

A smile appeared in Fu Rongjie's eyes, and he held his hand, "I can't show it to you."

With a "tsk", He Jin withdrew her hand, "Then let's go."

It is rare for him to take the initiative to get close, and he is going to spend a little longer, so that the elementary school brother agrees to let him see what happened.

Fu Rongjie put away his cell phone and opened the car door.

……

The imperial capital is not too far from Bincheng, and it takes less than two hours from the central part to the east coastline.

It was just noon when the plane landed.

After packing up and getting ready, when the sun was shining in the afternoon, a group of people were picked up by the car that greeted them to the company they cooperated with.

A second before stepping into the big conference room, He Jin was still writing a draft in his heart, preparing for the discussion of project cooperation.

A few days ago, he and Fu Rongjie discussed some matters and cooperation points in the project.

The other company's attitude towards people and things is very good, business-like, clean and tidy.

Before taking his seat, He Jin had an attitude of admiration, but after taking his seat, he saw clearly the people in the opponent's team, and suddenly lowered the corners of his lips.

Naturally, Fu Rongjie could also see it, and he also saw that person quietly staring at He Jin while he was finishing the documents.

Noticing his gaze, the man smiled and showed his sharp canine teeth, as if greeting him.

After the respective teams introduced the members, they heard the boss standing up and gesturing, "This is the product assistant, Bai Nan."