My nemesis confessed to me

But he still couldn't understand Wang Qi's thoughts.

He could feel that Wang Qi's position in Li Qingkai's heart was gradually increasing.

If Wang Qi didn't have that heart for Li Qingkai, he wouldn't have been entangled for so many years.

But if it was really like what he said, he was just trying to get Li Qingkai, so what was he trying to do.

Zhou Xu couldn't figure it out.

"Young Master Zhou, you know, I have a hundred ways to prevent the Zhou family from finding you. It's not that difficult for me to disappear a person in such a huge H city."

Wang Qi raised the cue in his hand and lifted Zhou Xu's chin.

Zhou Xu raised his head and looked down at Wang Qi.

He knew that what Wang Qi said was true.

Because in Wang Qi's eyes, there are only two kinds of people in this world.

The living and the dead.

But in Zhou Xu's heart, there are only two kinds of people in this world.

Li Qingkai and others.

"Second Young Master should also know that he and I have grown up together since we were young. The relationship of more than 20 years cannot be explained clearly by Er Young Master in a few words."

Zhou Xu became serious in a rare way, and his upright face was really serious.

But if you look closely, you can find that his hands in his trouser pockets are shaking slightly.

Wang Qi tilted his head and suddenly smiled.

"Young Master Zhou is so brave."

After saying this, he dropped the club in his hand.

It was like a signal, and the men in black suits gathered around to the center.

Zhou Xu took a step back, and the seriousness on his face disappeared instantly.

"No slap in the face!"

He squatted down with his head in his hands, his posture was skillful and quick.

But the imagined beating did not appear.

The air was quiet for a few seconds, only a moderate sneer.

Zhou Xu raised his head, only to find that Wang Qi had collapsed back on the sofa again.

"I'm a man of culture."

Hearing Wang Qi's melodious tone, Zhou Xu twitched the corners of his mouth. Who didn't know that Wang Qi's butt was touched in the bar, and then he broke the man's fingers one by one.

It is said that he was still a famous son, but I don't know what Wang Qi did. Since then, there has been no such person in City H.

For Wang Qi, he doesn't care what is despicable and cruel, he just wants to be happy.

Zhou Xu stood up calmly, and pulled the hem of his clothes decently, as if he wasn't the one who was afraid just now.

With a righteous face on his face, he said, "You can play the ball, but I won't bet on it. Since the second young master doesn't intend to compete with me, then I won't accompany you."

Zhou Xu spoke loudly, but his legs slid quickly, fearing that Wang Qi would catch him back.

But just as he turned around, four or five men in black suits stood in front of him.

Zhou Xu's heart skipped a beat, regretting why he hadn't grown a few more legs.

"Young Master Zhou, why should you be in such a hurry? The ball has to be played, and the bet has to be placed. Whether Zhou Shao wants to or not, it's not you who decides."

Hearing this, Zhou Xu frowned and gritted his teeth.

He knew that Wang Qi had plenty of ways to mess with him, even if he really went out today intact, it didn't mean that he would be able to live a stable life in the future.

Several thoughts flashed through my mind.But in the end, he still took a deep breath, turned around and said, "Okay."

Wang Qi looked up at him and smiled slowly.

……

Billiards is a game that many rich kids play for entertainment, but there are still few who are really skilled enough to play professional games like Zhou Xu.

After a few shots, Zhou Xu found his confidence, relaxed, and even thought a little proudly, should he give Wang Qi some water to make his loss less ugly.

So, he deliberately put a ball.

Then, he never got a chance to pick up the club again.

Zhou Xu's shock at the beginning gradually turned into stiffness, then solemnity, and finally only panic remained.

Not only does Wang Qi have a professional posture, but when he is leaning halfway on the table, his shots are just as beautiful as anyone else's.

Wang Qi's face was radiant and rosy, Zhou Xu's face was as pale as if he had seen a ghost.

Cold sweat gradually broke out on his forehead. For so many years, he had never heard of Wang Qi playing billiards so well in the circle.

The more Zhou Xu looked at it, the more frightened he became. Just as he was thinking about what to do, he saw Wang Qi loosen his grip and the ball bumped crookedly against the edge of the table.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his face again.

"It's my turn."

He picked up the cue, but found that Wang Qi was still lying on the table.

He paused his steps, and frowned: "Second Young Master?"

No one answered, Wang Qi still maintained that posture without moving.

Zhou Xu looked slightly unhappy.

How can this still depend on it? The quality of the game is too bad.

Zhou Xu bravely walked over and called out tentatively, "Second Young Master, it's my turn."

Wang Qi still didn't move.

At this time, Zhou Xu realized that something was wrong.

He walked over quickly and patted Wang Qi on the shoulder.

Wang Qi was completely limp and fell down.

Zhou Xu was taken aback. Only then did he notice that Wang Qi's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his whole body was scorching hot.

What a radiant and rosy complexion, it's clearly a high fever.

Zhou Xu calmed down after the initial shock.

He glanced at the bodyguard who was far away, and then at Wang Qi who was lying on the ground, who was unknown.

At this time, you can do something...

He swallowed, squatted down slowly, and looked at Wang Qi with blushing cheeks seriously.

Then, he called Li Qingkai...

……

Some familiar disinfectant smell, Wang Qi spent a long time in the hospital, he was extremely tired of the pale color all around.

The hand on the edge of the bed was touched, but before he was fully awake, he had subconsciously thrown it away.

With a "snap", someone's hand was hit.

The air is a little quiet.

It wasn't until no one was touching him that Wang Qi calmed down and became quiet again.

Li Qingkai looked at the red mark on the back of his hand, and then at Wang Qi who fell into a coma again.

He leaned on the chair, crossed his legs, and looked out of the window into the night with distant eyes.

I remembered what the doctor said just now.

"It is recommended to take the patient to see a psychiatrist. The physical problem is only a minor problem. But many times, the patient has a psychological problem, and the body will naturally not get better."

"Does he need an injection?"

"The patient has a severe fever and needs antipyretic injections."

"Oh, he doesn't like needles."

"But this..."

"Let me fight."

"But……"

"Let me know if there is anything else you need to pay attention to."

"Well, the patient's body is very weak. It should be because he hasn't had a good rest for a long time, and his diet is not very regular. The test results show that the patient may have experienced frequent vomiting. We need to pay attention to the patient's state in this regard. See if there are other problems affecting his normal routine."

Li Qingkai slowly closed his eyes.

He ate and lived with Wang Qitong for several months, but he never knew that the person next to him had never slept well, and would even vomit in the toilet after every meal.

Wang Qi, Wang Qi...

Are you trying to soften my heart now?

……

Li Qingkai was awakened by a strong gaze.

He gently opened his eyes, and instantly met Wang Qi's faint gaze.

Wang Qi parted his lips and smiled.

"You have something on your mind today, you didn't sleep well."

Li Qingkai rubbed his eyebrows.

"Why do you say that."

Wang Qi still stared at him, but the smile on his face expanded a lot.

"Because I watch you every night, you just never know it."

Li Qingkai sat up and raised his eyebrows.

"I got it now."

Wang Qi didn't speak, but still looked at him without blinking.

After a while, Li Qingkai realized something was wrong.

Although Wang Qi talked with him fluently, his eyes in the shadows were dull, empty like a hollowed out puppet.

He half leaned over and called softly, "Wang Qi?"

"Ok?"

Wang Qi responded subconsciously, but the eyes looking at him did not move away.

He looked at him quietly, his eyes moved down from his face, and he found some slight movement on the flat quilt.

"Wang Qi, what are you doing?"

"I'm looking at you."

"I said your hand under the quilt."

"Oh, I don't seem to feel it's there anymore."

Li Qingkai's heart skipped a beat, and he lifted the quilt, only to find that Wang Qi was grabbing his wrist tightly, the skin had been torn, and the pale skin was intertwined with red blood.

He took a deep breath.

"stop."

Wang Qi closed his mouth tightly and watched him not speak.

Li Qingkai said again: "Stop."

Wang Qi didn't respond, only the eyes that were still looking at him were blank and empty.

He pursed his lips, helped Wang Qi pull the quilt again, got up and left.

The hem of his clothes was suddenly pulled, and he stood without moving, but he didn't look back.

After a while, he lifted his foot forward, the force on the hem of his clothes became heavier, and he stopped again.This time, a force pulled him lightly.

He raised his lower lip very slightly, turned his head, and looked at Wang Qi expressionlessly.

"doing what."

Wang Qi looked at him and opened his mouth: "You hug me."

Li Qingkai looked at him and said coldly, "No hug."

The hem of the clothes was ripped again.

"You hug me, I'm cold."

The fingers hanging to the sides flicked slightly.

Li Qingkai pursed his lower lip, looked into Wang Qi's eyes, slowly bent down, and took him into his arms with the quilt.

Wang Qi spontaneously put his arms around his neck, rubbed against the side of his neck, and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

He said, "Tell me, if you peel off your skin and make clothes, will it be very warm?"

Li Qingkai pressed Wang Qi's neck, and stroked his hair with warm fingertips.

He lowered his eyes and said, "It's not my skin that's really warm."

Wang Qi's grip on him tightened a bit, and his whole body wished to melt into his body.

The neck was lightly licked.

The voice in the ear is soft and soft.

"This is the most beautiful love story I have ever heard."

Li Qingkai smiled silently.

It's just that the eyes of the person nestled in his arms looking ahead are dark and deep, like a swamp in the depths of a dense forest, exuding a rotten breath.

He leaned on Li Qingkai's shoulder, obediently like a soulless doll.

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