My nemesis confessed to me

Wei Qingxi didn't see it coming. After all this tossing, when all the procedures that should be done were completed, the time gradually came to the evening.

However, Li Qingkai did not return to Qingzhou Garden.

He looked at the street lights ahead and said, "I'll walk by myself."

The young man wanted to come over to help him, but he reached out his hand to stop the other person's movement, and stood up slowly and vigorously alone.

His legs were still as heavy as lead, and every step he took felt like the nails in his feet were being driven deeper, piercing into the flesh and bones inch by inch, and hurting into the muscles and bones.

Li Qingkai lowered his head, squinted his eyes slightly and lit the cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth.

He put his hands in his pockets, pulled the scarf around his neck, and walked extremely slowly.

Even though he was not limping, in the eyes of others, he knew that his legs and feet were not normal like ordinary people.

Li Qingkai moved slowly, walking past one streetlight after another.

His face had lost all color, and he loosened the scarf again, his forehead was covered with fine cold sweat.

"Meow……"

A snow-white cat bumped into his leg suddenly.

He paused slightly and staggered very slightly.

The white cat stopped and looked up at him.

Under the street lamp, those dark blue eyes glowed with a mysterious and bewitching brilliance.

He lowered his head and looked at the cat parked in front of him.

"Meow……"

The white cat meowed and blinked at him.

He slightly bent his lips, and squatted down slowly with one hand on the street lamp.

The pressure on the leg intensified, and the severe pain multiplied even more.

It's just that his demeanor is calm, but with a very faint smile.

He stretched out his hand, and the white cat took a step back warily.

Those dark blue eyes looked at him defensively.

He paused and raised his eyebrows.

The white cat didn't leave either, its eyes never moved away from him from the moment it looked at him, it bent its back slightly, as if it was confronting him.

Li Qingkai was a little tired from squatting, so he simply sat on the ground, not caring at all that his tall custom-made suit would be stained by the stains on the ground.

Under the flickering and cold street lamps, he raised his eyes and stared straight ahead. There was no emotion on his cold face, only those eyes were far-sighted.

The white cat looked at him quietly, then suddenly took a step forward, rubbing his head against his palm.

"Meow……"

Li Qingkai was slightly taken aback, he lowered his head, and suddenly smiled.

"Call again."

The white cat blinked, and after a while, it licked its lips and opened its mouth: "Meow..."

Li Qingkai's eyes overflowed with traces of smiles.

He rubbed the white cat's soft head, and said softly, "You're so cute."

The white cat took another step closer, its whole body stuck to his leg, squinting its eyes and enjoying his caress obediently and contentedly.

Li Qingkai pinched its ears lightly, and said with a slight smile, "If I hadn't already raised one at home, I really wanted to take you back."

It's just that the cat at home is more fierce, and I don't know when it will turn into a tiger.

He smiled again, and the white cat's tail flicked and hooked his fingers.

It seems to have thought of something.

He nodded the white cat's pink nose and said with a smile, "I'm married."

The white cat blinked and curled up towards him.

He bent his eyes, and the arc of his mouth looked extremely gentle.

It's just that pair of deep and soft eyes, as if looking at another person through the white cat.

I don't know how long it has passed, the night is getting deeper and deeper, and the cold is getting worse.

He patted the white cat's lazy back lightly.

"Let's go back."

The white cat opened its blue eyes and slowly stood up.

He stroked the white cat's head.

"Let's go."

The white cat straightened its elegant and slender legs, shook its head, and moved its steps.

Walking out of the halo illuminated by the street lamp, the white cat turned around.

Li Qingkai had already retracted his gaze, and looked forward with far-reaching eyes.

Under the cold and indifferent streetlights, Li Qingkai raised his chin slightly, illusory like a person in a painting, abstinent and cold, elegant and distant.

The white cat licked its teeth, trotted and disappeared into the darkness.

A cold wind blew the loose hair on Li Qingkai's forehead, and his thick eyelashes trembled. He lowered his eyes and slowly stood up while supporting the street lamp.

The moment he stood still, he staggered backwards.

The young man who had been following behind immediately pushed the wheelchair over.

Li Qingkai rubbed his forehead, his brows and eyes slightly closed.

"How is Chen Fan recently?"

"He remembers Second Young Master in his heart, so he probably hates Young Master Li even more."

Li Qingkai's movements paused slightly, and his eyes opened calmly and somewhat ficklely, as if the soft person before was just a phantom.

"Then let him hate it."

Chen Fan, he has already given him a chance.

Unfortunately, he chose a road of no return.

The young man stretched his long legs, pushed Li Qingkai and disappeared into the deep path shrouded in street lights.

The leaves rustled in the cold wind, and the silent surroundings were dim.

A pair of long legs stepped out slowly from the shadows.

His slender, white fingers stroked a snow-white cat in his arms.

He looked at the street lamp that Li Qingkai had just left, bent his lips, and there was a dim light in his eyes.

"Tell me, will he see me?"

……

On the day before New Year's Eve, the nurse screamed in fright at the wound nearly several centimeters long on Wang Qi's face.

He lay straight on the bed, staring at the ceiling with his dull eyes, his pale face was a little thin, his thin lips were bloodless, and they were tightly pressed together.

The bed sheet under his body had been dyed red, he seemed to be lying in a blood-colored blooming flower, and his whole body was like a corpse about to sink into the ground.

The nurse stopped at the door, covering her mouth with panic in her eyes.

After a while, she ran out in a hurry.

Some hurried footsteps sounded in the silent corridor.

The iron door was opened, and Chu Yi strode in.

He went straight to Wang Qi's bed, pinched his chin with one hand, and checked the wound on his face.

After a whole day of no one checking, the wound on the side of Wang Qi's face showed signs of inflammation.

Chu Yi frowned, and looked back at the person behind her.

"Whose turn is it to deliver the medicine today?"

The doctors and nurses bowed their heads in silence, only daring to look at the people around them from the corner of their eyes.

"Then who was on duty yesterday."

The not-so-cold tone was even considered moderate, but still no one dared to speak, and they all remained silent.

Chu Yi snorted with a half-smile, and raised his eyebrows: "Why, do you want me to check?"

Everyone lowered their heads.

Although Chu Yi is not a formally registered doctor here, his power and authority are definitely greater than anyone else here.

He narrowed his eyes, raised his chin and said, "You can go back and have a good year."

Everyone was shocked, and they still wanted to say something, so they met Chu Yi's cold eyes.

They know that this is venting anger, but there is nothing they can do about it.

Because from the very beginning, Chu Yi specifically stated that the people in 405 are not patients, but guests.

……

Chu Yi personally helped Wang Qi heal his wound.

He looked into Wang Qi's dull eyes, and suddenly said, "I heard that the surveillance is broken."

Wang Qi didn't move.

He added: "It seems that the man's movements are very neat."

Wang Qi pursed his lips, but still didn't move.

Chu Yi straightened up and took off the medical gloves on her hands.

He tilted his head, half-length hair falling from his head.

"Tell me, who will win, Li Qingkai or him?"

The atmosphere sank for a moment.

Wang Qi, who has always been like a wooden man, moved his neck slowly when he heard this sentence, and looked sideways at Chu Yi.

The thin lips that had never parted moved.

A hoarse, stone-like voice escaped from his throat.

"Li Qingkai... will never lose."

Chu Yi raised her eyebrows, looked at Wang Qi and smiled.

He bent down and leaned very lightly against Wang Qi.

"Oh, it seems that you haven't thought about anything these days."

Wang Qi pursed his lips again and stopped talking.

It's just that those hollow dark eyes have a deep color.

Chu Yi nodded Wang Qi's nose, and as if coaxing a lover, she leaned into Wang Qi's ear with a soft and ambiguous voice, "Look at you being so obedient today, let me tell you a secret..."

Wang Qi's eyes gradually trembled slightly.

Chu Yi put her hand against his lips, and said softly, "Shh... I'm a good person who doesn't know anything."

Wang Qi looked at him and pulled his lips very lightly.

……

Chen Fan walked all the way through the dark and damp streets. A thinly dressed woman stood in the depths of the alley, even though her lips were purple from the cold, she still had a seductive smile on her face.

He frowned, and impatiently pushed away the woman who was stuck on him, walked all the way into the deepest part of the alley, and knocked on the dilapidated wooden door.

"Come in."

A soft and warm voice came from inside.

Chen Fan pushed the door open and entered, a young man was sitting in the dark and narrow room, drinking tea in his hand.

"I promise you, I can help you deal with Li Qingkai."

The young man blew on the hot air rising from the teacup, took a sip, and then asked calmly, "What do you want?"

Chen Fan took a deep breath, his usually plain eyes were filled with frightening red blood.

"I want Wang Qi."

The young man raised his eyes slightly, and he turned his head to the side, revealing half of his fair and thin face.

"A man who lives as though he is dead."

Chen Fan suppressed the depression in his heart, and blurted out: "Don't you now?"

The young man's lowered eyes darkened, he raised his lips and said, "Yes, we all are."

Chen Fan was deeply trapped in a dream called Wang Qi every night.

Ever since he came back from the hospital that day, when he closed his eyes, he saw Wang Qijue's beautiful but pale face.

The wanton and arrogant prince in his eyes was pulled down from the high throne to the mud.

Countless times, he wanted to use his own hands to cushion Wang Qi's feet.

He didn't want, nor would he allow Wang Qi to become so ordinary.

Wang Qi in his eyes should always have a pair of eyes that seem to be able to sweep through all storms.

"I don't want anything, I just want Wang Qi."

The young man lowered his head and rubbed the hot cup wall. He watched his pale fingertips turn red from the heat, and the scorching temperature brought stinging pain.

With a smile on his face, he seemed to be walking on the spring breeze, gentle and gentle.

"it is good."

The smile on the corner of his mouth gradually widened.

He raised his head, and those black eyes, like thick ink, were completely melted into the darkness.

The author has something to say: today's topic;

#Who is the most in your heart#

The most—"sexy", "charming", "mysterious", "moving", "distressed" and so on can become the most in your heart—(do not use insulting negative words)

——Li Qingkai——

——Wang Qi——

——Zhou Xu——

——Li Mingzhi——

--youth--

——Chu Yi——

——Chen Fan——