Wife, he's cute and sweet

On the nineteenth floor of Qingshui Bieyuan, in the silent and gorgeous corridor in the middle of the night, a tall figure stood in front of the door, his slender fingers with well-articulated joints rested on the doorbell, and pressed it one after another, mechanically and tirelessly.

Half a minute later, the door in front of me was opened with a "wow", and a man wrapped in a nightgown who looked like he had just got up from the bed shouted angrily inside: "Damn, do you know about the nuisance in the middle of the night... "

The yelling and cursing stopped abruptly when he saw the face of the visitor, and he widened his eyes: "He Jue?! Why are you here!"

He Jue didn't look at him, and walked in sideways.

"Damn me?" Cheng Jing was stunned, looked at the corridor next to him, made sure there was no one else outside, and closed the door muttering.

Back in the living room, I saw Hejue nestled into the sofa familiarly, just slumped on it, without any appearance, the coat on his body was taken off and thrown aside, hanging crumpled, with one long leg propped on the round sofa. On the table, with his head half down, his profile was exhausted under the light and shadow.

Cheng Jing felt that there might be something wrong with his eyes, was this dejected man still the He Jue he usually knew.

His anger of being startled in the middle of the night disappeared before Hejue looked like this, he fastened the belt of his nightgown, walked over and looked at him: "Why did you come to Qingshui, and still pick such a point, in case I Not here."

Qingshui Bieyuan is one of the few high-end rich and wealthy residential areas in Yancheng, which is very close to luxury. Cheng Jing bought this house the year before, and he didn't have the chance to come here several times a year. It is used to escape from the world for a while, and of course, there are occasional other relaxation purposes.

He had just returned to China for two days, and he didn't want to go to the company to be entangled in those big and small things, so he came here first to take it easy.

He only let a few close friends come to this place, He Jue and Song Yan were among them, and the property had registered their license plates early in the morning, and that's why He Jue was able to come in in the middle of the night.

Hejue's state looks really different now. Cheng Jingwei hasn't seen him so depressed for many years, and he felt fresh for a while: "Come as soon as you say, in case I'm not here or I'm busy with other things." What's the matter, just happened to be bumped into by you, how embarrassing."

Cheng Jing intentionally wanted to arouse his emotions, so he made a joke on purpose.

The man on the sofa remained silent as if his ears were blocked.

Well, Cheng Jing didn't bother, he went to the bar to pour him a glass of water first.

A man's hoarse voice sounded behind him: "Give me wine."

Cheng Jing paused, sighed, and turned to the wine cabinet next to him.

He took two cups. Although he has gained awareness of health preservation in the past few years and has quit the bad habit of drinking in the middle of the night, but seeing his friends for many years like this today, he feels a little bit sorry not to drink with him.

Cheng Jing sat down across from him, and just as he was pouring the wine, someone snatched the glass from his hand and swiped it clean with his head up.

Cheng Jing was dumbfounded, and said with a "grass": "This wine is strong, take it easy."

He Jue didn't say a word, the burning wine rolled down his throat, he didn't even frown, and the empty wine glass hit the table heavily.

Cheng Jing lost his temper and poured him another glass.

He Jue drank three cups in a muffled voice. The strong wine was burning his head and stomach. No matter how good a drinker is, he couldn't resist such a desperate toss. When Cheng Jing held down his wrist for the fourth cup, He Jue looked up and looked deeply. There was lifelessness in the black eyes.

Cheng Jing gritted his teeth and scolded: "I haven't come back from the jet lag yet, and I haven't slept enough. I don't want to be exhausted and have my body collected."

He Jue's thick black eyelashes fell down, and the muscles on the side of his face trembled slightly. He finally let go of his hands and leaned back on the sofa behind him.

Cheng Jing breathed a sigh of relief, and only then noticed the suspicious mark on his right cheek.

"Hey" sounded, as if he had found the source of Hejue's strange mood tonight: "What's wrong with your face, it must be scratched by your little sweet cat."

He Jue didn't speak, and Cheng Jing took it as his acquiescence.

He shook his head with a "tsk tsk" and gloated: "He Jue, you can do it, you, what kind of country is this little sweet cat, a stunner in the world, who can fascinate you so much that you can be spoiled in heaven."

Although this slap print seems to be disappearing, it is not difficult to imagine how shocking it was when it was first printed. This is He Jue, the illegitimate son of the He family who is feared in the industry, and the thunderous business boss. The eyes that look at you are full of contempt and pity. The superior person who is so high above will allow someone to touch his face.

That's not how life is played.

Do Xiaoqing who is being adopted now like to play such exciting games?

Even though Cheng Jing's heart was turbulent and curious, He Jue on the opposite side still didn't answer his words, his eyebrows were lowered, and he was as cold as an ice sculpture, quite noble and glamorous.

He was bored, and picked up the wine glass. The wine was strong enough, and one sip would make people want to get drunk.

He doesn't drink very well, he gets a little drunk after a while, the opposite Hejue is like a piece of wood, and he hasn't seen him say a word for a long time, it seems that he didn't come here to find someone for entertainment, but simply to find a clean place to stay Let him put aside this sad spring and autumn.

After he was not allowed to drink, he wanted to light a cigarette. He twirled the lighter in his hand, and as soon as the flames sprang up, Cheng Jing drank it from the opposite side.

"Old rules, I can't smell smoke."

He didn't even have an ashtray in his house, and even if he did, he could smash the head of anyone who smoked in front of him with an ashtray.

Hejue sighed weakly, threw the expensive lighter on the coffee table, raised his head, his slender neck drew out a beautiful and smooth line, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly, showing a sexy and strong masculinity.

Cheng Jing sighed and supported his dizzy head with one hand: "Brother, it's really boring for you to do this. You're so old and you still put yourself in deep depression and think you're a teenager. You don't want to say it." You can sit here for as long as you want, but I don't have time to accompany you, I have to go to sleep for my health sleep."

Cheng Jing yawned as he said that, he was about to run three, and he no longer had the reckless vigor and energy that he had in his early twenties.

I didn't sleep well one night, and the next day I was a wilted eggplant.

He wanted to stand up, but just as he moved, the person opposite suddenly said, "I don't know what to do with him."

Perhaps it was because he hadn't spoken for a long time, He Jue's throat was very hoarse, his throat scorched by strong alcohol was hoarse and low.

Cheng Jing's ears moved, huh?This is to break the heart with him.

He liked this link, so he didn't rush to sleep for a while, he regained his energy, and planned to have a good talk with him, and he poured himself another glass of wine: "You mean your little sweet cat? It's really rare, you like this Such a man, there are still times when he is trapped by love."

He Jue closed his eyes slightly, his face showing a forbearance of struggle: "I don't know, it's the first time I care about someone so much, he is very obedient, and also very distressing..."

Thinking of Ye Xueli's usual appearance, He Jue's eyelashes trembled slightly: "He is so innocent and ignorant, sometimes I even want to lock him up, but I can't bear it. I know he yearns for the outside world, and I can't control his thoughts. strangle."

This sounds like a prison_play, Cheng Jing smacked his lips, Hejue played so much this time.

Moreover, this little sweet cat seems to be different from the people who usually hang around him. This time, it was hung purely on white paper. The taste of Hejue is so fast?

"Then..." Cheng Jing followed his words and said, "It seems that you want to give him freedom, so that's fine. The matter of nurturing is your wish, and I don't even say how much it is for you to steal food outside of marriage." You bastard, if you have any conscience, you should break up with this little sweet cat immediately. I think you are quite sad for this little sweet cat. I know your brother. You are a profit-seeking businessman in your bones, and you stink of copper Taste, conspiracy, treacherous situation, is it not good to have a career? If you insist on using an elegant and infatuated person who is trapped by love, you just listen to me, just leave it aside and calm down. No matter how big it is, it is worth drinking like this Injury."

He Jue looked up at him, although Cheng Jing was not right with him, but he still listened to a sentence: "Leave it aside?"

Cheng Jing said his throat was dry, took another sip of wine, and shook his head: "Yes, a foster bird, no matter how beautiful and rare, after so long, it should get tired of it, leave it alone, the novelty is gone, turn around If you smack and smack again, it will only feel like chewing wax."

He Jue looked away, and his eyes fell on a certain place on the table. He didn't know what to think of, and the eyes that were dizzy by alcohol gathered again, and the aura around him suddenly became fierce and powerful at this moment.

He gritted his teeth and said word by word: "I can't let go."

Even now, whenever he thinks of the three words Ye Xueli, he still feels a throbbing pain in his heart.

The little guy's frowns and smiles, every shy and flustered look in his eyes when looking at him, and when he calls him "husband", such a soft and delicate little thing makes people just want to hold him on the top of their hearts and love him .

How could he let go.

Cheng Jing was a little surprised, he saw the expression change in Hejue's eyes just now, he couldn't drink the wine in his hand, put down the glass and looked at him in a daze: "No, you are serious."

He Jue just took a breath and closed his eyes forcefully.

Cheng Jing said "hasty" several times in his heart, and seeing his painful appearance, he suddenly realized: "Forget it, dare I persuade you for a long time here, it is useless to be a villain, you are like a mirror in your heart, come here with me What are you talking about, maybe the kitten is not willing to be with you anymore, so you just want to take it by force."

He Jue shook his head: "He can only follow me."

After a moment's pause, he answered again in a low voice: "But it's not me in his heart."

What the hell, why is it that you are not in my heart, and a third person is involved, so bloody.

Cheng Jing was almost amused: "The majestic Mr. Crane finally moved Fanxin to fall in love with a kitten, but the kitten didn't appreciate it and pretended to be someone else in his heart. It's too miserable."

He Jue looked up at him coldly.

Cheng Jing waved his hand to block the knife that came out of his eyes: "Just kidding, just kidding, you are reluctant to throw it away, don't throw it away, and feel bored, otherwise you just listen to me, you'd better throw it away, Anyway, as you said, the kitten can't live without you, so why not put it aside, you all calm down, things will always turn around, huh?"

He Jue didn't speak after listening, and said to him angrily, "Sleep with you."

Well, the dog bit Lu Dongbin, Cheng Jing smiled, drank two glasses of wine, his mind was very muddy, and seeing that Hejue's mood was a little less than when he came here just now, he didn't worry anymore.

I got up and yawned: "Then I'm really going to sleep, don't sit still, go take a hot bath, you can use my guest room as you like, and treat it as your own home."

Cheng Jing was really sleepy, and after explaining, he yawned and went back to the bedroom.

Only Hejue was left in the huge living room. The crystal chandelier above his head was extravagant and extravagant.

He Jue just lowered his head slightly, and sat there for a long time without moving.

After having a drink last night, Cheng Jing had a good night's sleep. He got up and opened the curtains, leaning against the huge French windows overlooking the river view of Yancheng.

After waking up, I slowly went to the living room, stretched my waist, and planned to go to the balcony to breathe some fresh air, and do a set of body exercises. At this age, no matter whether it is useful or not, I always want to seize the time to give myself This kind of maintenance, but when the sliding window was opened, seeing the situation in front of him, his soul was almost scared away.

"Depend on!"

Cheng Jing likes to enjoy himself, but is prone to be lazy. He can sit or stand, lie down or sit. He also put a recliner on the balcony. His balcony is big enough. In addition to this big recliner, he also raised many flowers and plants Green plants, if you have nothing to do, you will lie here blowing the river breeze, basking in the sun, reading magazines, drinking wine, it is very charming.

At this moment, there is a tall and strong man lying on his happy recliner. His two legs have grown long and are placed on top of each other. The recliner is just right for him, and he sleeps out of the narrow single bed in the university dormitory. the sense of sight.

After waking up in the morning, the blood supply to his brain was insufficient, and Cheng Jing thought that a thief had broken into his house as soon as he fell asleep, and he was in a daze for a while before realizing that this man was He Jue.

His eyes were a little dark, and he cursed helplessly: "Is there anyone lying dead like you so early in the morning to scare people?"

He Jue didn't move, one hand was resting on the back of his head, the other hand was hanging down, a cigarette butt that was about to burnt was between his knuckle fingers, his eyes were slightly squinted, and he was staring at something lazily.

It was only then that Cheng Jing noticed that the balcony smelled of cigarettes, and there were a lot of cigarette butts under the recliner, not to mention that Hejue was still unshaven at the moment, and there were two huge dark circles hanging on his lower eyelids. Even after a night of famine, some people believed it.

How can there be half of Mr. He's usual elegance and bearing.

Good guy, if you don't let him smoke in the house, he ran to the balcony and was quite obedient. Cheng Jing bent down and smoked the cigarette butt in his hand, threw it on the ground and crushed it with his feet.

"Don't tell me you slept here last night and smoked until now."

Hejue's eyeballs moved, and his throat, which had been smoking, was hoarse: "I haven't slept."

Cheng Jing pointed at his nose: "You really don't want to fucking live."

After scolding, he raised his foot and kicked him on the leg: "Get up quickly, and get out of my house, I don't want to really collect your body."

Hejue didn't sleep all night, he drank the strong wine, smoked a lot of cigarettes, his body couldn't take it anymore, he was kicked by Cheng Jing twice, the recliner shook accordingly, he frowned uncomfortably, his stomach was writhing, A look like vomiting.

Cheng Jing saw his discomfort and sneered, "It deserves it."

After cursing, he sighed again, gritted his teeth, turned and entered the living room.

He wanted to boil some hot water for this lifeless man, and by the way, give him something that a human could eat.

There was a sound from the sliding window, and the bamboo and wood wind chime hanging on it was activated. He Jue walked in, with a tall and broad back, and he seemed to have a stomach problem.

Cheng Jing handed him a cup of hot water, and said angrily, "Drink some first to warm your stomach, and then eat something later. I'll find medicine for you."

Hejue accepted his friend's care with peace of mind, holding a warm glass in one hand and resting on his throbbing stomach with the other, walked to the sofa and sat down, took two sips of hot water to relieve the sharp pain in his stomach Slow down.

After drinking a glass of hot water, he continued to sit on the sofa when he suddenly thought of something.

"Cheng Jing, have you seen my phone?"

Cheng Jing was tinkering with the toaster, but he didn't lift his head when he heard the words: "I didn't see it, you rummaged on the sofa."

He Jue searched for it on the sofa for a long time, almost turned upside down, but finally found it in the coat pocket next to him.

The screen is pitch black, and there is no response when pressing the power button, and the power is turned off.

He frowned subconsciously. He didn't know why, but he always felt that he had to turn on the phone as soon as possible, otherwise he might miss something important.

"Cheng Jing, let me use the charging cable."

Cheng Jingyi has never cooked food before, he would be tormented by the toaster, and he had to find time to find a charging cable for him. He gritted his teeth and said, "You are really my ancestor."

He Jue plugged in the charging cable, stared at the phone screen, and waited for it to turn on without blinking.