Put on clothes

Just the right amount of weakness and pity always makes Fang Huai let down his guard and reveal too much tenderness.

Fang Huai cut the apple into pieces and handed it to Kong Lingyu, "It's quite sweet."

"I thought you were going to continue to avoid me and hate me." Kong Lingyu looked at Fang Huai stubbornly, the documents in his hand making a crackling sound as he seemed to be determined not to eat unless Fang Huai gave him a direct answer.

Seeing that he didn't eat it, Fang Huai childishly stuffed the apple into his mouth and chewed it slowly.

He ate piece after piece, his cheeks were stuffed with food, but his face was expressionless. He didn't even realize how likable he looked.

Kong Lingyu suppressed his eager hand and deliberately lowered his eyebrows, weakening his aggressiveness and making himself look pitiful.

Fang Huai looked up at him. Finally, he gave in. "It's sweet. Don't you want to try it?"

He poked another piece of apple and handed it to Kong Lingyu.

"I'll eat it." Kong Lingyu suddenly moved closer and bit the apple piece in Fang Huai's hand. His soft lips brushed against Fang Huai's fingertips. Fang Huai curled up his fingers and quickly withdrew his hand.

Kong Lingyu held the apple in his mouth and said, "It's very sweet."

"Maimai, I don't know where you will go, but I will definitely find you."

Kong Lingyu's almost pious gaze turned into substance and attached to Fang Huai's fingertips, sticky and slow. The touch lingering on the fingertips made Fang Huai's heart beat faster.

He avoided Kong Lingyu's gaze and whispered, "I don't hate it."

Kong Lingyu was still not satisfied. He raised his upper body and asked, "Will you still hide from me?"

"Where am I now?" Fang Huai asked, blocking Kong Lingyu's mouth with a piece of apple.

Seriously, "I won't hide from you, at least not for this period of time."

"Then it's settled." Kong Lingyu excitedly grabbed Fang Huai's wrist, which suddenly reminded Fang Huai of a dream he had a long time ago.

Kong Lingyu wrapped around his wrist like a black snake, narrowing his eyes in satisfaction and rubbing his wrist. Kong Lingyu's hair was black and hard, rubbing against Fang Huai's wrist, causing waves of itchiness.

"Kong Lingyu let go."

Fang Huai pulled his hand back and rubbed his wrist. "It's getting late. I'm going home first."

"I'll see you next time."

Kong Lingyu lay on the hospital bed, watching Fang Huai's fleeing figure. He raised his hands to make a heart shape, slowly tightened them against his chest, and slowly raised the corners of his lips: "Maimai."

"mine."

......

Feng Qingyun came to deliver materials to the boss as usual, and also brought the documents signed by Kong Lingyu back to the company.

This time, as soon as he went downstairs, he met a spoiler in the lobby. He chose to ignore him with an expressionless face, looking straight ahead and pretending not to see He Jiangyun and his little lover.

He Jiangyun was so coaxed by his little lover that his face was filled with laughter. He pinched the woman's slender waist and teased her, "Stop it."

The woman glared at him in anger. He Jiangyun was obviously pleased by her reaction and took her in his arms and kissed her.

With lipstick marks still on his face, he grabbed Assistant Feng's arm and asked arrogantly, "Xiao Feng, why did Kong Lingyu call you here?"

"Why don't you stay and take care of little...little Kong?"

He imperiously gestured for Feng Qingyun to hand him the document. However, Assistant Feng wore an impeccable smile and said sternly, "Mr. He, this is company confidential. Non-company personnel are not allowed to look through it."

"The boss has a friend to take care of him, so he doesn't need my help. Mr. He, is there anything else I can do? I'm very busy right now. If you don't have anything else, I'll leave first."

"You..." He Jiangyun pushed the woman in his arms away and cursed, "You are just a dog behind Kong Lingyu, how dare you talk to me like that."

"If I don't teach you a lesson today, you still can't tell the difference between the big and small kings?"

He Jiangyun tried hard to stand up straight and punched Feng Qingyun.

A hint of coldness flashed in Assistant Feng's eyes. He tightly grasped He Jiangyun's limp fist and snorted disdainfully.

How could a middle-aged man whose body was hollowed out by alcohol and sex have the courage to act funny in front of him?

"Mr. He, the boss has special staff to take care of you, so you don't have to worry about it. If everything is fine, I will leave first. After all, I have to go back to the company. Unlike Mr. He, who can just stay at home and wait for death." After saying that, she glanced at the shivering woman behind He Jiangyun and waved He Jiangyun away.

"Bah, you're such a jerk looking down on others."

He Jiangyun felt pain and spat at Feng Qingyun's back, then glared at the woman: "Come here quickly."

Song Qianqian rolled her eyes inwardly, wiped the latest bag hanging on her arm, walked over slowly, took He Jiangyun's arm, and coaxed him softly: "Don't be angry."

With the woman's gentle comfort, the anger in He Jiangyun's heart was suppressed a little.

Song Qianqian felt that He Jiangyun's arms were much more relaxed, and she shook her head.

Some time ago, for some unknown reason, this old man's ship schedule was cancelled and he stayed at her house and refused to leave, affecting her live broadcast. It makes her feel angry just thinking about it.

He Jiangyun is still a person who likes to make trouble, and she always causes her all kinds of troubles every day. She makes a living through the Internet, and in the next two years she plans to transform from a beauty anchor to an online drama actor, so she has to pay attention to her image all the time.

It was also inevitable that she would be marketed with her male co-star. When He Jiangyun saw their interaction on the Internet, she drove to the crew and made a scene without caring about her image, which not only delayed the filming of the crew, but also made the crew members have opinions about her afterwards.

This caused her to run into obstacles everywhere on the set, and it took her a lot of effort to win people's hearts.

But she still didn't kick him out. Song Qianqian knew the relationship between He Jiangyun and the president of Chuanqi. As long as the president of Chuanqi was fine, the old guy wouldn't be in such a miserable state.

Whether it was because of the ship schedule or the affection between the two, Song Qianqian did not drive He Jiangyun away. She just became a little colder in attitude and no longer coaxed him every day.

He suddenly became rich some time ago and invested a lot of money in the crew to support Song Qianqian. Song Qianqian gladly accepted it and had the patience to coax this man with a strange temper.

Although she looked fine on the outside, Song Qianqian's eyes fell subtly on the lame leg, and a look of contempt flashed across her pretty face.

Pretending to be gentle, she hugged the man's arm and said softly, "Don't be angry, Mr. He. He's just a small assistant. There's no need to be angry with him."

Her red lips pressed against He Jiangyun's ear as she said, "We're here to see Mr. Kong today. There's no need to ruin our good mood for a little assistant."

"Let's go have steak tonight, okay?"

Song Qianqian placed her hand on He Jiangyun's chest, poking him lightly and saying coquettishly, "Isn't Mr. He here to introduce resources?"

"Don't be angry."

He Jiangyun straightened his back after being coaxed by the woman, patted the non-existent dust on his body, put his arm around the woman's slender waist and nodded, "Let's go."

He thought again, "Assistant Feng just mentioned a friend. Who is that friend Feng Qingyun was talking about?" Does that ungrateful little bastard have any other friends besides that pervert Tan Cheng?

Thinking about it, he took Song Qianqian and walked directly to the ward they had found.

"Is it right here?" Song Qianqian followed him upstairs and stood outside the VIP single room, feeling a little nervous.

She had heard that the owner of the shipping company was cruel and ruthless, and getting anything from him was as difficult as climbing to the sky.

I wonder if He Jiangyun can bring her here to get some of the resources that have slipped through his fingers.

Although Kong Lingyu is just the boss of a game company and is not in the same circle as internet celebrities, the fact that he can gain a foothold in the land-scarce Nanshi means that this man is capable, has no shortage of money, resources, or connections.

As long as she throws a couple of business cards to them, she can use those resources to become a top figure in the circle.

Song Qianqian's eyes lit up but she still pretended to be reserved as she approached He Jiangyun, wanting to ask the man about Kong Lingyu's preferences.

"Mr. He."

"Shut up."

He Jiangyun suddenly pulled him away and pressed against the window to look inside. Song Qianqian wanted to say something, but He Jiangyun glared at her. She shut up obediently and looked into the ward cautiously.

In the ward, Kong Lingyu's hospital gown was open, revealing a large area of ​​his dazzlingly white waist and abdomen.

Her eyes were fixed on the cold-faced man next to her. The man turned his head, his delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, and said, "Kong Lingyu, put on your clothes."

Fang Huai looked away. Was this guy stabbed in the side? He had just changed his waist so he unbuttoned his shirt, but he didn't take off all his clothes.

Fang Huai held his forehead helplessly, "Kong Lingyu, you can put on your clothes now."

"Maimai, the doctor just told us to let it air dry for a while."

Kong Lingyu leaned against the headboard, his waist and abdomen bandaged. The muscles in his upper body were well-defined but not overly rugged, and his tight waist and abdomen rose and fell with his breathing. This guy also had a generous attitude, indicating that Fang Huai could look at it at will.

"Why do you have so many wounds on your body?" Fang Huai ignored Kong Lingyu and while arranging the meal, his eyes quickly swept over the already faint scars on Kong Lingyu's body, and asked casually.

Kong Lingyu curled the corners of his lips, staring at Fang Huai's hand with burning eyes. He pretended not to understand and pointed at the hideous wound on his arm and said, "I hurt myself."

Seeing that he didn't want to talk, Fang Huai pretended not to understand and nodded, "Okay, let's eat."

"Isn't Mai Mai angry?"

Whenever Kong Lingyu called him by this special name, the ending tone would always rise slightly, and his tone was tender and nostalgic. Fang Huai had heard it so many times that he no longer felt awkward. He raised his eyelids and glanced at Kong Lingyu lightly, "I'm not angry."

He really didn't have the habit of getting to the bottom of things. If he was willing to talk, Fang Huai would listen patiently. If he was unwilling to talk, Fang Huai would not force him.

"Eat, it'll get cold soon."

Fang Huai stood up to pour some water. When he stood up and turned around, he unexpectedly met the eyes of the man outside the door.

He Jiangyun stepped back suddenly and almost brought Song Qianqian down with him.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?"

Kong Lingyu in the ward and He Jiangyun outside the ward asked in unison.

He Jiangyun shook off Song Qianqian's hand and covered his chest with his hands in fear. Those eyes, that familiar face, that wasn't—

The man in the ward is the pretty boy in Kong Lingyu’s photo!

There was no doubt about it, he would never forget that photo, especially those brown eyes!

The last time he provoked Kong Lingyu and deliberately angered Kong Lingyu was also because of these eyes.

He Jiangyun gritted his teeth, slowly tightened his grip on Song Qianqian's hand, and regardless of the woman's cries of pain, he cursed through gritted teeth, "Hmph, shameless thing!"

Seeing He Jiangyun getting angry, Song Qianqian asked anxiously, "Are we still going in?"

"Oh, you want to go in?" He Jiangyun's eyes were cold. Song Qianqian didn't understand why, but her sixth sense told her that she couldn't anger He Jiangyun now. She shook her head with heartache.

He Jiangyun grabbed Song Qianqian's long hair and said gloomily, "Be good, as long as you listen, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

......

Kong Lingyu looked at Fang Huai. Fang Huai looked away after the people left and shook his head: "I just saw someone familiar outside the door. They left."

"He should be here to see you." Fang Huai said.

Kong Lingyu smiled and said, "It's okay, they are probably just some unimportant people."

Fang Huai said "Oh", silently handed the chopsticks to Kong Lingyu, and said lightly: "Put on your clothes."

The smile on Kong Lingyu's face froze, and he put on his clothes angrily, "Okay."

It looks like a male peacock that has failed to spread its tail feathers.