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26,

It's no wonder that Hang Zhe thought too much, some unharmonious things did happen the night before.

A while ago, Hang Zhe received the internal beta account of the mobile game of the gods. The staff who issued the account to him knew him well, and said that he had time to help make a few promotional videos. Afterwards, the response was good, and the staff member simply negotiated a long-term cooperation for him. In addition to Noah's return to the prosperous age, the right to live broadcast the mobile game closed beta that was originally planned to be released to Noah was transferred to Hang Zhe, and the salary was quite generous. That's why he's so busy.

Yan Ming was fine when he was at home before, so he sat down in front of him at the o'clock, didn't speak, and looked at him with big eyes blinking. Hang Zhe had no choice but to turn off the computer obediently and sleep.Yan Ming was on a business trip this week, no one was in charge, and Hang Zhe didn't sleep before two o'clock.

Zhong Rui invited the two of them to dinner last night, and Hang Zhe took him to pick up Yan Ming. The two hadn't seen each other for a week, and they were quite restrained when they first met. When they arrived at the dinner table, their eyes were not right. Zhong Rui saw his teeth sore , finally waited until the end of the meal, and quickly found a reason to withdraw.

On the way home, there was no words during the whole journey, the two breaths were entangled in the small space of the car, fermenting into an ambiguous and throbbing smell.

Entering the door, no one bothered to turn on the light. The two hugged each other in the dark, sparks sparked from the joint of skin, Yan Ming leaned his back against the door, raised his head slightly, and kissed him tightly on his neck. Occasionally, there is a bit of tingling, which is the touch of the tip of the teeth across the skin, and the throat is open to be licked. Such a sacrificial posture made Hang Zhe a little uncontrollable, and the hand pinching Yan Ming's waist lost his sense of proportion.

"Pain..." Yan Ming snorted softly, his waist loosened, but a low and hoarse voice came from his ears.

"It's not time to scream for pain," Hang Zhe bit his ear, "Be good."

The two stumbled, pushing and hugging into the bedroom. Yan Ming's footsteps were unsteady, and he fell on the bed. Hang Zhe put one hand on his side and the other rubbed his waist. Light, accompanied by piercing bells.

Hold!The two cursed in their hearts at the same time, and Hang Zhe took out the mobile phone from the pants on the ground. When he saw where the number belonged, he froze for a moment, then pressed mute and threw it aside.

The great man who advocated spiritual love once said that a good start is half the battle, and vice versa. When the bell rang again, Hang Zhe was about to turn off the phone directly, and Yan Ming pressed his hand.

"Take it." Yan Ming's cheeks were flushed, which made his words less convincing.

"Don't answer." Hang Zhe put down the phone, answering the phone at this time, is he still human?

The phone fell silent, Yan Ming hooked his neck again, his lips barely touched, the ringtone rang for the third time, this time without Yan Ming's reminder, Hang Zhe got up and answered the phone by himself.

Yan Ming exhaled lightly, the momentary change of Hang Zhe's expression did not escape his eyes just now, the feeling of holding back the arrow on the string was too fucking, he closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already a few hours later.

Yan Ming stretched out his hand, there was nothing around him, he opened the door, and the deep screen light came from the "live broadcast area" in the living room.

"Why did you wake up?" Hang Zhe took off the earphones, "Woke you up?"

"I fell asleep just now..." Yan Ming didn't get over the sleepiness, and answered the question, "Why didn't you wake me up?"

"Seeing that you're so tired," Hang Zhe turned off the computer, got up and pinched his face, "Good boy, I'll sleep with you."

Regarding this matter, even though he was not at fault, Hang Zhe still remembered it more or less. When he heard Liu Xiaoyan's ambiguous remarks, his first reaction was to look at Yan Ming, who blinked innocently. His original words were obviously quite normal. Once coded, it seems less serious.

"Don't code my words casually," Yan Ming said, "You will ruin my good words."

Liu Xiaoyan originally wanted to show off his affection, but he left with a stomach full of dog food. He decided never to appear in front of them alone again.

Early on Monday morning, Hang Zhe met Zhang Qinian in front of the elevator.

"Hey, with your face," Zhang Qinian joked, "Don't overindulge at a young age, and be careful not to cry when you are old."

"Can you be a bit of a leader?" Hang Zhe was speechless. Fortunately, it was just the two of them at the moment. "Be careful if someone listens to you and makes a small report."

"Let's fight," the two entered the elevator, and Zhang Qinian smiled contemptuously after pressing the floors, "Is there still less fighting?"

Zhang Qinian recently openly quarreled with the first leader. Hang Zhe knew about this. He advised Zhang Qinian not to be cowardly when he just got through, but if he didn't just get through, forget it, and don't make yourself uncomfortable.

"I definitely can't do it," Zhang Qinian said honestly, "He is a few levels above me. I just don't want to bear it anymore. If you love someone, fire me if you have the ability. I'll see who will wipe their ass in the future."

"I'm just sorry for you," Zhang Qinian said again, "I lost the chain just after I got you here."

Hang Zhe smiled, and it was a rare dog leg: "No, you are too sorry for me. Without you, I would not be where I am today."

This afternoon, Hang Zhe received a call from the housing agency, saying that there was a small three-bedroom house in the community that had just been hung up, and asked him if he wanted it. Hang Zhe asked about the general situation on the phone, and finally made an appointment to see the house the next day.

Before getting off work, Yan Ming told him to have a department dinner tonight so that Hang Zhe didn't have to wait. Hang Zhe checked the time and called Hang Xiaoyun.

After getting off work, I rushed to Hang Xiaoyun's house, and saw the door was half open from a distance. When Hang Zhe walked to the door, he could vaguely hear the people inside talking.

"I know. The manager told me that I decided to bring it up." This is the voice of Hang Xiaoyun.

"I know you still...!" The other person's tone was bad, and Hang Zhe felt that he could be caught by the flames through a door, "If you need money urgently, you can say, advance your salary or I will give it to you, do you know your toss How much is the loss?!"

The man didn't expect to hear an answer, so he breathed out fire--

"My mother rushed back from the set overnight after receiving a call. You told me that you knew about it in advance?"

"I don't believe how urgent you are, you have to rush to withdraw the money in these two days."

"Talk! Don't discuss work now, just say what you want to say."

"Mr. Qi," Hang Xiaoyun said in a neutral tone, "thank you for the account manager you introduced earlier, I made a lot of money thanks to him, but I have my use for withdrawing the money, I don't understand why he I want to inform you that I don't think this trivial matter is worth your trip."

The implication is that I take my own money, why do you need to come here to get angry?

The person on the opposite side also heard the meaning, and seemed to laugh. Hang Zhe couldn't see inside, so he didn't know what was going on, but Hang Xiaoyun saw the cold smile for real.

"You're right," the person known as Mr. Qi sat on the sofa with his arms around the back of the sofa, sitting on a horse, "It's really not a big deal, and I don't care about that little money. But why did I make a special trip, you really don’t understand?”

Hang Zhe stood outside the door and laughed silently. Before the smile fell, a cauldron fell from the sky.

"It can't be because of your brother again," the man said, his face suddenly turned cold, "Is it because of him?"

"Hang Xiaoyun, have your brains been eaten by zombies?!" He stood up abruptly, standing in front of Hang Xiaoyun with a height of about 1.8 meters, feeling extremely oppressive, "That's your brother, not your son! What do you need to worry about at this age?!"

Hang Xiaoyun wanted to remind him that your mother also opened your studio for you, but she moved her lips, but she still didn't say anything.

"It's fine if you don't follow the last production crew, and I don't want you to follow the wind and sun in the desert. This time, the production crew only took two fucking hours to and fro. You didn't follow, and you even used my mother as an excuse. Are you Isn't it just to stay here to take care of your brother?"

"Usually you talk about it one way or the other, why can't you understand it when it comes to yourself?"

"Everything is close to your brother, and Voldemort can't help you!"

"Qi Shihan!" Hang Xiaoyun frowned, with a hint of displeasure on his exquisite face, "Ms. Qi, no one has taught you, it's best to shut up quietly about things you don't understand, and don't comment casually."

"There is no love for no reason in this world," Hang Xiaoyun looked at him. "Emotions are mutual. At least, my brother has never spoken to me in this tone."

"If I have a fucking sister who puts me first in everything, I will too..." The man's voice was interrupted by the ringing of the phone.

The ringtone is the most common default. The two each took out their mobile phones and found that the screens were all dark. They suddenly looked out the door together.

Hang Zhe pinched Zhang Qinian's phone and cursed him secretly for picking his time.

"Sister," Hang Zhe pushed the door open, met Qi Shihan's eyes, and nodded slightly.

As expected, there was no response from the other party.Qi Shihan didn't have the slightest psychological burden when the black man was bumped into by the boss behind him. He felt that he had held back long enough and wanted to throw these words in Hang Zhe's face a long time ago.

Qi Shihan withdrew his gaze, walked out with a calm and handsome face, and didn't even look at Hang Zhe when he passed by him.

"Ms. Qi," Hang Zhe suddenly stopped him, "thank you anyway."

Qi Shihan's stern expression softened a little, he looked at him as if he was looking crazy, he stared at him for a while, and finally left without saying anything with a cold face.

After seeing off the ancestors, Hang Xiaoyun rubbed the center of his eyebrows, and entered the kitchen with a tired face, "I haven't had time to make dinner, do you want to eat cooked noodles?"

"eat."

Hang Zhe consciously took out the green onion from the refrigerator, washed it, cut it into pieces, and remembered what the man said just now, Hang Zhe asked his sister: "Why is he angry?"

"The money you put here is managed by a financial manager introduced by him," Hang Xiaoyun explained, "I withdrew all the money in the account today, and the manager said there was an insider information, so let me wait for a while." Then, I asked him how long it was, but he couldn’t tell, so I didn’t wait, I didn’t expect him to tell this to whom, you heard what happened later.”

"So," Hang Zhizhi leaned against the door frame with Yan Ming's usual appearance, "then he said that you haven't talked to the crew recently..."

"Of course it's to avoid him," Hang Xiaoyun shook his head, "He doesn't know what to do, and he still has the face to say that you are like that. I don't think he is as good as you."

"That's right," Hang Zhe smiled, "I'm much more sensible than him."

"I think so too." Hang Xiaoyun agreed.

"Then what are you going to do about this?" Hang Zhe asked again.

"I don't know, I'm worried." Hang Xiaoyun stirred the noodles in the pot for a while, feeling very real.

Just like Hang Xiaoyun doesn't care whether he falls in love with a woman or a man, and Hang Zhe won't make up his mind for his sister in this matter. The man does seem a little naive, but Hang Xiaoyun has always been better than him, so Hang Zhe is not too worried.

Before going out, he agreed with Hang Xiaoyun that only half of the money was needed, and Hang Xiaoyun would keep the rest. As soon as Hang Zhe got home, he received a call from Yan Ming and asked him to come pick him up.

"Drunk too much," Yan Ming said with a headache, "You can drive over here, the key is on the shoe cabinet."

"I didn't find it," Hang Zhe looked for it, and indeed he didn't see the key. "Where else is it?"

"It might have been brought out by me." Yan Ming's stuff was in the box, too lazy to go in and look for it. "Go get the spare key from the drawer next to the bed. I'll send you the address. Call me soon."

The first time Hang Zhe opened the drawer, there was only a car key and a notebook inside.

By accident, Hang Zhe took out the book, and opened it anyway knowing that he shouldn't.

The author has something to say: I still haven't had time to write Brother Yue to prove himself, so I'm going to the next chapter!

See you Saturday.