Chapter 80 Chapter 80 Ending, all...

He Songfeng was standing, and Cheng Qiyong was sitting with one of his broken legs dragging around. The two men looked at each other with an extremely unequal height difference, just like their unequal status at the moment.

"How about it? I'll call your brother over, and you two can come together."

He Songfeng urged Cheng Qiyong to give him an answer.

Cheng Qiyong placed his hand on his crippled leg, slowly retracted his upward gaze with longing, and drooped it downward like a broken puppet.

"I refuse."

Cheng Qiyong said, he looked down at his legs, mumbling the three words "Cheng Yiliao" through his nose. For the first time in his life, Young Master Cheng tasted the taste of inferiority.

He thought, his leg was broken and he was a cripple, what could he use to compete with Cheng Yiliao?

Cheng Yiliao has a free and lively personality. He Songfeng has always been attracted by his rogue appearance. In this triangle relationship, he is definitely the one at a disadvantage.

Cheng Qiyong thought firmly that he had placed himself below Cheng Yiliao, at the base of the triangle relationship.

He was worried that he was not attractive enough to He Songfeng.

He Songfeng keenly sensed Cheng Qiyong's uneasiness. He bent down for Cheng Qiyong, and placed his two warm palms on both sides of Cheng Qiyong's cheeks, gently holding them up until Cheng Qiyong voluntarily looked up and looked at him.

"Why?" He Songfeng asked knowingly.

"You will like Cheng Yiliao more."

Cheng Qiyong spoke with certainty. He not only indulged in self-pity, but also used a pair of powerful hands to tightly grasp He Songfeng's arm from bottom to top. His five fingers easily wrapped around He Songfeng's slender arm, but this was not to embarrass He Songfeng. Instead, like a parasitic plant seeking a foothold, he uttered a restless question after losing his support:

"Then what should I do? Your time and energy are limited. If he comes, what should I do?

A look of sorrowful resentment surfaced on Cheng Qiyong's face. The nearly 1.9-meter-tall man curled up in a helpless state. The hands that could crush He Songfeng's bones were now weakly wrapped around He Songfeng's arms, like a dog's tail around its owner's legs.

Having not seen the light for a long time in the basement, and relying only on bread and water for one meal a day to survive, Cheng Qiyong's skin color is bluish or even gray. Combined with the resentment on his face at the moment, he has a different kind of feeling of a ghost who hates to get married, as if he would crawl into He Songfeng's bed in the dead of night and ask him why he didn't marry him.

He Songfeng's favorite sight is the jealous, sour and resentful look of a man.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and a little hypocritical love was revealed, which he gathered in his gentle palm and caressed the other person's pale cheek affectionately.

The thumb was placed on the man's three-dimensional and prominent brow bone, stroking it slowly left and right.

"How could that be? I like you the most." He Songfeng coaxed.

But Cheng Qiyong is not so easy to appease. His broken leg, the covetous Cheng Yiliao and the unstoppable He Songfeng, everything around him is increasing his inferiority complex and anxiety.

He half-closed his eyes, his eye sockets facing He Songfeng, but his eyeballs were like a corpse floating on the sea, drifting back and forth illogically.

He moved his lips and said slowly:

"I just want to be with you, and I just want you to have me..."

Cheng Qiyong interrupted himself at this point and there was no further words.

The fingers that were pressing on Cheng Qiyong's brow bone paused and pressed hard into the bone.

"Speak out."

He Songfeng's ghostly and bewitching voice penetrated into Cheng Qiyong's head from between his brow bones and went down into his eyes.

Cheng Qiyong stared straight at He Songfeng's lowered face, his hair hanging down like feathers, delicately brushing across his cheeks. Under He Songfeng's guidance, he frantically finished the unfinished words.

"I just want you to have me as a...dog."

He Songfeng's body fell down again, his lips hovering ambiguously on the tip of Cheng Qiyong's nose, the distance between the two people was only enough for a finger.

Cheng Qiyong got the reward he wanted.

He Songfeng kissed him, not only the tip of his nose, but also his lips. His tongue, as small as a human's, snaked in between his lips and swept across them ambiguously.

Just when Cheng Qiyong tasted the sweetness and wanted to respond, He Songfeng pulled away.

A line of silver thread hung beautifully in the air as it went back and forth. After flashing a moment of water light, it quickly fell down.

His watery lips parted slightly, and he exhaled a short breath, reciting each word with each breath:

"So good."

He Songfeng pressed his left thumb against his lips to wipe away the excess moisture, while lowering his eyes to glance at Cheng Qiyong lying on the ground, smiling lightly.

Cheng Qiyong watched with fascination, looking completely lost, as if his soul had been seduced away by the demon He Songfeng. His eyes were dull and lifeless, filled with He Songfeng. He supported himself on the ground with his hands, his back and shoulders slumped down, his legs weakly kneeling down, but his head was always raised, not daring to ignore He Songfeng above him for a moment.

Such devout believers can naturally get a little reward.

So He Songfeng lowered the finger that had just brushed the corner of his mouth in a giving gesture and touched Cheng Qiyong's lip.

He Songfeng left. He went back upstairs, packed his handbag, took his car keys and drove out.

Today was a day off, and He Songfeng planned to go to the supermarket to buy some daily necessities, including vegetables, fruits, etc. He Songfeng couldn't cook, and these vegetables and fruits were bought for the upcoming Evander.

He Songfeng was looking forward to meeting Ivander. Among so many people, the only one he could be said to like was probably Ivander. To be more precise, he liked Ivander and loved him.

The weather today is not very good. It is already drizzling, and you can see with the naked eye that the rain lines are getting denser and denser, and the raindrops are getting bigger and bigger, hitting the car body with a rattling sound.

But this is spring rain, which is not so annoying. On the contrary, you can see rain hitting branches on the road, and the petals are wet and drooping. The fragrance in the air also sinks and becomes more intense.

The fragrance of grass, flowers and the unique astringent smell of rain dispelled the turbidity from the basement that lingered in He Song's trachea.

Ivander told He Songfeng on the phone that he resigned from his job as a university teacher, but not for He Songfeng, but because the university in He Songfeng's city extended an olive branch to him, so he came.

"Really?"

Whenever He Songfeng asked one more question on the phone, the person on the other end would be too embarrassed to tell a lie and would stammer an apology, feeling sorry for having deceived He Songfeng.

"I'm sorry, I did move to your city because of you. What I just said were all excuses."

He Songfeng asked again: "What about Kitty?"

"I'll bring it with me to see you."

Perhaps Kitty heard He Songfeng calling his name, and the sound of a truck horn immediately erupted from the other end of the phone, "Meow!"

He Songfeng didn't say anything else, but Evander was reluctant to hang up the phone. After less than thirty seconds of silence, he couldn't help but ramble on:

"During the time you disappeared, I looked for you every day. Later, I learned from a friend that you married Mr. Lambert, so I didn't dare to disturb you without permission. But then I saw on the news that they both passed away, so...so I felt the urge to come find you, and that's what I did."

He had originally intended to save these words for when they met in person, but the moment He Songfeng answered his call, those words poured out like a faucet, unable to be stopped or blocked. He just wanted the two of them to get closer as soon as possible, both physically and emotionally.

Compared to Evander's eloquent speech, He Songfeng's reaction was quite normal. He turned on the turn signal and casually replied in between turning the steering wheel:

"I want to eat the food you cook."

At this time, Kitty was still shouting loudly, like a hungry child, trying to attract attention.

Evander hummed heavily and turned to coax Kitty.

The two of them looked like a couple who had been married for many years, and this afternoon was just an ordinary one, with some warm bubbles of family life floating around.

He Songfeng hung up the phone when he parked the car.

He got out of the car and walked along the empty sidewalk towards his destination. Suddenly he turned his head and looked behind him.

A woman holding a child passed by him. The child had a bracelet on his chubby wrist. The pendant and the bracelet made a dull knocking sound, like the sound of wood blocks hitting each other.

He Songfeng frowned and glanced behind him again. The woman holding the child had already walked away, and the sound of the bracelet tapping was getting quieter and quieter.

It seemed that the voice was really just He Songfeng's overthinking.

Perhaps no one was following him.

Despite this, He Songfeng still remained cautious.

He pushed the shopping cart through the supermarket. Because it was a holiday, there were a lot of people in the supermarket, and it was even difficult for him to walk.

The sound of the wooden block knocking mixed in the noisy voices became more and more obvious and clearer, but when He Songfeng turned his head to look, he saw nothing, but the sound did not stop for a moment.

The other party was obviously trying to attract his attention, or to put it bluntly, like a peacock spreading its tail tail.

Now, He Songfeng could be sure that the man was indeed back to his old ways and spying on him.

That's a coward, a complete coward.

The period before He Songfeng went abroad was the most likely time for them, and it was still not too late even until He Songfeng boarded the plane.

At that time, He Songfeng lacked love, money and everything. Zhang Hejing was the person He Songfeng had the most affection for at that time.

But the coward didn't dare to say anything.

At that time, it was impossible for He Songfeng to take the initiative. If the coward didn't say anything, then naturally He Songfeng wouldn't say anything either.

The two people missed each other just like that, and it would never be possible for them to miss each other again.

Because He Songfeng no longer needs him now, He Songfeng has better options.

After buying everything he needed, He Songfeng pushed the shopping cart to the parking lot, stood next to the trunk, and picked up the daily necessities one by one and put them away.

He Songfeng was never in a hurry to do things, and he seldom did this kind of housework, so when he tried to move a bag of rice from the shopping cart to the trunk, he was completely unfamiliar with the weight of the thing, so when he took it out, the whole bag of rice fell down with a "bang!"

He Songfeng leaned forward and was about to fall. His hands were clumsily pressed down by the rice at the bottom of the shopping cart. His facial features twisted in pain, wrinkles appeared on his face, his eyelids drooped, and he stared blankly at the bag of rice with the two black moles between his eyelids.

"Are you hurt?"

The voice and a pair of hands reaching into the shopping cart first appeared in He Songfeng's world.

He Songfeng looked in the direction of the voice and saw Zhang Hejing. He was the least changed among the group of men in high school. He still had a gentle and refined appearance. It was obvious at a glance that he was a scholar, and a student of liberal arts.

Before He Songfeng said what he was going to do next, Zhang Hejing helped him move the rice from the shopping cart to the trunk, and also helped He Songfeng pack up other things.

He Songfeng shook his two reddened hands, rubbed them together, glanced at Zhang Hejing, and said quietly, "It's finally out."

“…………”

Zhang Hejing didn't say anything, but his head was buried much lower than before, obviously feeling guilty.

He Songfeng stood aside, waiting for Zhang Hejing to help him with the work, while he blew cold air on his two red palms, feeling sorry for himself and secretly complaining to Zhang Hejing: Since you were watching from the side, why did you have to wait until you got hurt before coming up to help? Even Cheng Yiliao knew to take the initiative to help him sweep the floor and watch the house.

Zhang Hejing was slow in moving things. He probably knew that He Songfeng didn't like him, so he wanted to delay their time together as much as possible.

He Songfeng asked him, "What do you want to do by following me?"

Zhang Hejing paused and said naturally, "I just wanted to see you and see how you were doing."

"I am fine."

I couldn't see Zhang Hejing's expression clearly, and couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad, but he definitely felt regretful.

It was Zhang Hejing's turn to ask, "So did you get what you wanted abroad?"

When asking the question, all his movements stopped, and he raised his head and looked straight at He Songfeng, looking forward to a possibility and fearing the impossibility.

He Songfeng did not choose to answer directly, but instead smiled and threw the question back in a polite tone.

"What do I want? What do you think I want?"

Zhang Hejing nervously put her hands together, interlaced her fingers, and held them tightly. She maintained a calm smile and pretended not to care at all, asking, "I don't know. Money or power? Or... love?"

He Songfeng acted even more relaxed. Without any thought, he smiled calmly, "I don't know either, but I have all of what you said. There are quite a lot of people who love me, and I think you should be one of them."

Zhang Hejing was silent.

He Songfeng was not in a hurry to speak.

The temperature in the parking lot was a little low, and the wind that blew in had a sour smell that made my throat feel astringent when I breathed it in, like the taste of embarrassment.

This is probably what a forgotten secret love smells like. This is what an apple picked before it has time to ripen and thrown on the ground smells like when it rots.

So the two of them smiled and maintained superficial decency. Everyone could taste the sourness and corruption beneath the decency, and beneath this unpleasant smell, they could faintly touch the beauty of the past.

Zhang Hejing helped He Songfeng in more than a little. He was the only man who truly helped him before He Songfeng went abroad. He even knew that He Songfeng wanted to get rid of the past, so he chose to let go and let He Songfeng leave alone without forcing him to stay.

The relationship between the two is like a glass of boiled water, which was good for quenching thirst during the student days, but now He Songfeng no longer needs this glass of water.

He Songfeng glanced at the position of the pointer and minute hand on his watch and said softly, "Thank you."

Although there was no romantic love, He Songfeng sincerely thanked Zhang Hejing, "Thank you for everything you have done for me. I am very grateful to you."

That was all that was said, and there was no further news.

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave."

He Songfeng closed the trunk door, and the translucent dust floating in the air of the underground parking lot was blown away. He Songfeng's hair also floated up lightly, and a cold air penetrated into his neck and was quickly buried by his hair.

"Want to have lunch together?"

Zhang Hejing tried to keep him. His left hand pressed on He Songfeng's wrist. The moment he raised his hand, the wooden block and the hollow ball on the bracelet collided with each other, making a crisp clanging sound.

He Songfeng lowered his head and slowly swam along his arm to Zhang Hejing's wrist, finally stopping at the hollow ball on the bracelet.

There was a strand of He Songfeng's hair in it, and it was still there. The other party had maintained the hollow ball very well, and it looked as if it was brand new.

He Songfeng felt a little...disgusted, and his disgust towards Zhang Hejing was written all over his face.

Obviously, this subconscious nausea is not without reason.

Zhang Hejing tore off the decent mask with his own hands, and his hands tightly gripped He Songfeng's wrists, breathing in suppressed breaths, like the flapping wings of a beetle.

"I don't want to continue being so hypocritical!"

Zhang Hejing's eyes were like dark cat's eyes, penetrating into He Songfeng's skin.

"I was just pretending to talk to you. I really care about you. I care about you to death. I was watching you before you noticed me. I know what you did, what you wanted to do, and all your plans."

He Songfeng's heart tightened, and he looked back at Zhang Hejing fearfully: "Are you threatening me?"

Zhang Hejing's voice suddenly exploded, and he spoke faster, feeling aggrieved and anxious. "No! How could it be a threat? I just want to enter your future and become a pixel in it."

He knew everything about He Songfeng, but he never thought of exposing it.

He could easily destroy He Songfeng, but he didn't. He never thought of destroying He Songfeng.

He was just using this method to let himself join He Songfeng's life, fantasizing about -

"I can't control myself from following you. I'm curious about everything about you. I want to monitor everything about you and control everything about you."

"I have to know who you meet, what you say, and what you do every day, so that my heart won't ache. Otherwise, it will keep throbbing, urging me to see you. If I don't see you, I will have cardiopulmonary arrest and die."

Zhang Hejing rushed to He Songfeng, and the distance between the two people had reached a dangerous distance.

He Songfeng's palm was forced to press on Zhang Hejing's heart.

The heart under her chest was about to burst through her bones and skin, greedily wanting He Songfeng's palm to touch hers.

Zhang Hejing did not lie.

Behind the surface of forbearance and restraint lies a completely morbid madness.

Zhang Hejing looked at He Songfeng expectantly, hoping that he would give him a hope, a possibility, or at least allow him to appear in He Songfeng's world as a lover rather than a "voyeur".

He Songfeng took his hand back and said calmly, "Thank you."

Zhang Hejing's expectations were dashed.

He Songfeng was unable to give him the answer he wanted, so he just thanked him for not exposing himself.

Zhang Hejing's expression became very strange. Due to his upbringing, he didn't want to face He Songfeng in a collapsed state, but he was hopelessly desperate.

His expression twitched and spasmed, and the two forces fought for territory on his face. He was crying and laughing, looking very embarrassed.

A pair of delicate hands suddenly cupped his cheeks.

When Zhang Hejing looked up, his heart skipped a beat. He was so stunned by the gentle and beautiful face in front of him that he forgot to breathe, or perhaps he was afraid that the gentle breeze would be blown away if he raised his head.

"If I reject you, will you stop following and spying on me?"

He Songfeng comforted him, still keeping a greeting smile on his face.

Zhang Hejing's expression completely stabilized. It was neither dignified calmness nor desperate crying, but admiration. She was completely intoxicated by He Songfeng's smile.

"Give me the bracelet."

He Songfeng coaxed him.

Zhang Hejing obediently handed over his bracelet.

He thought it was the beginning of a love story, but he never expected it to have a bad ending.

The next second after the bracelet was handed to He Songfeng, in the blink of an eye, He Songfeng threw it on the ground, stepped on it, and crushed it hard.

The small ball containing He Songfeng's hair was hollow and could not withstand any force. It collapsed into a piece of paper when stepped on. The hair was mixed in the dust and could not be found. Only Zhang Hejing's own piece of wood was left in the shadow.

Zhang Hejing plopped down on the ground, holding up his bracelet with trembling hands. He raised his head and presented it to He Songfeng with a pious gesture as if offering tribute, whispering tremblingly:

"...Is this my revenge? Is this it? Is this my revenge?"

"Yes." He Songfeng gave him the simplest and clearest answer.

He Songfeng was still smiling. Compared to the one kneeling on the ground, he was always decent.

"I'm sorry, He Songfeng, I'm really sorry."

Similarly, Zhang Hejing also gave He Songfeng a shocking answer:

"So...so I will keep watching you."

"As you please."

He Songfeng didn't care at all. He got into the car, started the engine, and drove away.

The wheels did not forget to roll over the ground a little more, blowing the hair buried in the dust away completely.

When we left the parking lot, the rain was much heavier than when we came in. It had changed from moderate rain to heavy rain. The sound of the rain hitting the car body turned into the sound of steel pipes knocking against each other, a hard crackling sound.

The petals that had drooped on the way here had been smashed to the ground, turning into puddles of color with no discernible shape.

All the smells in the air were covered by the rain, leaving only the smell of wetness, and even the respiratory tract became sticky.

Such a heavy rainstorm is really unpleasant.

By the time He Songfeng returned to the villa, the rain was so heavy that even windshield wipers were unnecessary. The whole world seemed to be covered with a layer of Gaussian blur, and everything was blurred into a grid of colors by the rain curtain that connected points into lines and finally into surfaces.

He Songfeng took out an umbrella from his bag and walked to the door of the villa with the umbrella. Only then did he realize that there was a drowned dog sitting at his door.

It was obvious that the eaves of the house were just a little higher up the steps, and there was even an awning in the yard, but Cheng Yiliao chose to sit on the edge of the steps, getting soaked to the point of being completely drenched. His hair and clothes were all stuck to his body, and he kept coughing weakly, looking like someone who had fallen into the water and was being rescued.

He Songfeng walked up to him and stopped.

He Songfeng asked: "What?"

"Waiting for you." Cheng Yiliao replied.

"Don't you have your own things to do?" He Songfeng asked again.

"No."

"Then get out of the way."

"oh oh."

Cheng Yiliao moved his butt to make room.

He Songfeng walked up the stairs along the place where Cheng Yiliao had sat. He put the rain-soaked umbrella under the eaves, not because he cared about Cheng Yiliao, but because he was trying to dry the water on the umbrella.

But this move was obviously misunderstood by Cheng Yiliao. He wiped the water off his face and hummed in a pretentious manner:

"No, no, I'm in a good mood and want to get caught in the rain. It makes me feel comfortable. Where in the city can you get such a good opportunity to get close to nature?"

But at the same time, he couldn't help but lean towards the umbrella, muttering to himself:

"Of course, I will definitely accept your feelings, then I..."

He Songfeng quickly put the umbrella into the house, fearing that it would be stolen by the wet puppy.

"Hey hey—you!" Cheng Yiliao shouted anxiously.

Cheng Yiliao didn't ask for an umbrella, so he continued to sit on the steps in the rain, with his elbows resting on his thighs and his cheeks resting on his palms. He looked at the wide lawn garden in front of him and secretly imagined that he and He Songfeng would live a pastoral life together after they were together.

He can farm and weave at the same time, and He Songfeng just needs to sit under the awning and enjoy afternoon tea.

Finally, He Songfeng found that he did his job well and efficiently, so he took the initiative to wipe his sweat with a towel. He also cared about whether he was tired, and if he was tired, they would sit down and rest together.

He pinched the towel on his shoulders and followed his fantasy, first burying his head in the towel to smell it, and then wiping the sweat off his face.

But as he rubbed it, Cheng Yiliao felt something was wrong.

Where did the towel on his shoulders come from??? And why does the scent in the towel sound so real???

wrong--!

Cheng Yiliao held the towel and looked back suddenly.

He Songfeng stood behind him, folded his arms, and ordered disdainfully: "Wipe dry before coming in."

Cheng Yiliao wiped it clean quickly

Cheng Yiliao took off his wet clothes, threw them outside the door, and walked in naked.

But the water on his body was still dripping down with every step he took. He Songfeng looked at the puddles of water, feeling helpless and sighing deeply.

Cheng Yiliao quickly wiped his hair with a towel and said hastily, "I'm going to take a shower, and then I'll clean up everything."

He Songfeng stopped walking back to his room after hearing what he said. He turned around and ordered:

"Then wash everything in the kitchen."

He Songfeng ordered Cheng Yiliao around as easily as if he were a Filipino maid. "I haven't been to the kitchen, and I haven't used any of the appliances. Please disinfect and clean them thoroughly."

"You can cook?" Cheng Yiliao was surprised.

He was thinking, who is this person? How could He Songfeng learn to cook for him? He is so lucky. I am so jealous. I have to find a way to kill him.

"Someone will."

Cheng Yiliao breathed a sigh of relief. "Will you invite a chef to come to our house to cook?"

"hehe……"

He Songfeng didn't say anything, but looked at Cheng Yiliao with an extremely meaningful smile.

Danger.

An alarm instantly sounded in Cheng Yiliao's head. When he knew He Songfeng's expression, he knew that what he would say next would definitely hurt the feelings of the two of them, especially Cheng Yiliao's feelings!

Cheng Yiliao rushed to He Songfeng in three steps, put his left hand around his waist, covered He Songfeng's mouth with his right hand, and quickly added:

"Actually, I can learn. I can learn to cook anything you want. Tell me! What do you want to eat? I'll learn it right now."

"My boyfriend is coming over, he cooks delicious food."

He Songfeng still said this sentence into Cheng Yiliao's palm.

As he spoke, warm water vapor sprayed on his palms, filling every groove in his palm lines, as if the words "He Songfeng's boyfriend" had penetrated into Cheng Yiliao's skin. Cheng Yiliao quickly placed his palms on the towel and squeezed them hard, squeezing out all the water vapor, as if doing so could squeeze He Songfeng's boyfriend to death.

Cheng Yiliao's head was buzzing, and his eyeballs were like marbles in soda, being corroded and sprayed by waves of carbonic acid. He felt so uncomfortable that he seemed to be scared to death, and at the same time, his eyeballs were shaking uncontrollably.

He felt as if something had bitten him all over and was in great discomfort.

This is what He Songfeng wanted to see. He enjoyed the man's jealousy with a smile.

Cheng Yiliao covered his face with his hands, exhaled heavily, and forcibly pulled away the sour taste on his face as if it were a piece of skin, preventing He Songfeng from enjoying his sour taste.

"That's great. Your boyfriend can take care of you, and I can take care of you too. It's great for the two of us to be together."

Cheng Yiliao was grinning, but his back teeth were almost broken. But He Songfeng was smiling, so he had to smile.

"Tsk, really, I'm very happy. If you can like this feeling, it proves that you might like me too."

Cheng Yiliao's smile was really forced. The corners of his mouth seemed to be hung by a fishing line, and they were raised very stiffly. Moreover, the fishing line was unstable. The corners of his mouth would twitch violently at the slightest disturbance.

He Songfeng stared at Cheng Yiliao, waiting for the moment when Cheng Yiliao's expression collapsed.

Cheng Yiliao ran towards the bathroom as if fleeing, stumbling and mumbling:

"I'm going to take a shower. I washed and dried the clothes I left at your house last time, so I just happened to bring them in."

He Songfeng turned around and watched the other person's fleeing back until he disappeared around the corner, then he slowly withdrew his gaze.

Cheng Yiliao rushed into the bathroom. The moment he was out of He Songfeng's sight, his legs went limp and melted into the floor, paralyzed by exhaustion.

He saw a piece of clothing in his peripheral vision. He raised his head and followed the line of sight forward. He saw the clothes that He Songfeng had left in the dirty clothes basket. Those clothes had not been washed yet.

Cheng Yiliao's expression suddenly turned into a stable smile. He rolled and crawled towards the laundry basket, like a boneless mud worm, with his waist pressed against the edge of the laundry basket, and his upper body slid into the basket, taking a deep breath.

The clothes in the laundry basket were not dirty at all, but very clean and fragrant, with the scent of He Songfeng's perfume and his own light soapy water.

The cheap soapy water must have seeped into He Songfeng's bones, forcing him to use perfume to cover it up. Now, Cheng Yiliao sniffed out the hidden secret, and he regained some of the feeling he had when he pushed someone against the wall and groped them.

He Songfeng would use an expression of helplessness and despair, just like this pile of motionless clothes, allowing Cheng Yiliao to get in, take a deep breath, and bite.

No resistance, just silent indulgence.

Cheng Yiliao's eyes rolled back with pleasure, his fingers dug deep into his clothes, and his suppressed trembling almost tore the clothes apart.

Just biting with his mouth and sucking with his nose was not enough to satisfy his desire for He Songfeng.

So he lay on the cold tiles with his clothes on, slid his hand down, and hugged her, back and forth.

Cheng Yiliao bit He Songfeng's clothes, grabbed He Songfeng's clothes in his hands, and covered his body with He Songfeng's clothes.

He exhaled streams of hot air from his nose, which could not burn anyone else but only made him shiver all over.

"He Songfeng... He Songfeng... He Songfeng..."

"I like you so much, I like you so much, I like you so much."

Cheng Yiliao was whispering like a possessed man, his eyes pressed against his upper eye sockets. For a moment, he forgot where he was and also forgot about his extremely cold relationship with He Songfeng. He only remembered that he liked He Songfeng.

"He Songfeng, I like you so much..."

After Cheng Yiliao let out a "huh" sound, his movements slowly stopped, his body leaned to the side, and he curled up in a mess, hunching into a ball.

He gathered all the clothes in his arms, squeezed them into the shape of a doll, and hugged them tightly.

Here was He Songfeng's shirt, there were his pants, and there was his jacket and headband. Cheng Yiliao held them in his arms, each fulfilling its own purpose, satisfying his little greed.

"If only you liked me even a little bit."

Cheng Yiliao made himself feel lost, and thought the clothes were He Songfeng, almost cutting into his bones and fusing with his blood and flesh.

"What a pity, what a pity that you don't like me even a little bit."

…………

“Crack…Crack, crack…”

The door of He Songfeng's study sounded like it was being pulled by a small animal, making a noisy noise.

He Songfeng endured it and ignored it, so the sounds became more and more intense, one after another without stopping, like a dog paddling at the door, desperately wanting its owner to open the door for it.

But He Songfeng knew that there were no animals in his house at all. The only thing he had was the uncontrollable Cheng Yiliao.

“Crack…Crack, crack…”

The scratching sound on the door was still there.

The words on the Mac Pro screen in front of He Songfeng turned into onomatopeia, making a crackling sound along with the sound of scratching the door.

"He Songfeng, He Songfeng, He Songfeng, He Songfeng..."

The animal outside the door finally couldn't hold back any longer, and a faint call was mixed in with the scratching sound: "He Songfeng, what are you doing? He Songfeng, can I come in? He Songfeng, I've finished taking a shower and I've cleaned up outside. Can you come out and check on the work?"

"He Songfeng, I miss you."

The tightly closed door finally opened slowly for him under Cheng Yiliao's unremitting harassment.

Cheng Yiliao's arms rushed over and wrapped around He Songfeng's waist.

A furry head nestled into He Songfeng's shoulder, rubbing back and forth, while continuing to hum He Songfeng's name through his nose.

"I like you so much."

Cheng Yiliao said directly.

"I can be your mistress, and I promise not to let your boyfriend find out."

He Songfeng didn't say anything, he didn't even respond to Cheng Yiliao's hug, his hands hung lazily, almost behind his back for defense.

"Do you like me even a little bit?"

Cheng Yiliao continued to ask, and at the same time, took the opportunity to speak to kiss He Songfeng's skin, making the exposed skin on his neck all stained with his breath.

"No." He Songfeng replied.

"Okay, I knew it."

Cheng Yiliao was not too disappointed, as he already knew the answer before he asked.

"I used the clothes you put in the dirty laundry basket once, and I will help you wash them."

Cheng Yiliao honestly told He Songfeng about the bad thing he had just done without hiding anything. While speaking, his eyes were peeked up at He Songfeng's expression. Once the other party showed an unhappy expression, he would immediately shrink his neck and tense his body.

He Songfeng also seemed to have expected that Cheng Yiliao would be such a scoundrel. He nodded calmly to show that he understood, without any extra expression.

He Songfeng's dullness made Cheng Yiliao feel like biting on a wooden board. Not only was his mouth full of crumbs, but his mouth was also numb from the shock, which was very uncomfortable.

"Is there anything else?" He Songfeng asked him.

Cheng Yiliao stopped talking, but he didn't let go of He Songfeng's hand.

He Songfeng pointed to the sofa in the corner of the study and said to Cheng Yiliao, "Go sit next to it. I still have work to do."

"Okay." Cheng Yiliao sat down obediently.

Cheng Yiliao sat down but was not completely honest. He rubbed his hands and asked nervously, "What about me being a mistress?"

He Songfeng raised his eyes and glanced at him.

Cheng Yiliao felt guilty, "I won't bother you. Just go about your business and pretend I don't exist."

The only sound in the study was the tapping of He Songfeng's keyboard, mixed with the crackling of raindrops outside the window. A thick layer of white mist condensed on the window. The raindrops hit the glass, leaving a clear water mark, but it was quickly hidden by the mist.

The world is still hazy, made up of blocks of colors, and the only clear thing is He Songfeng in front of him.

Cheng Yiliao stared at He Songfeng without blinking, taking in his every move.

When He Songfeng was thinking, he would subconsciously bite his fingers. His eyelids would droop weakly, revealing two symmetrical black moles on his eyelids. The moles were even darker than when he was a teenager, and now they looked like they were painted with black paint, the paint color was shiny.

The keyboard tapping suddenly stopped.

"Cheng Yiliao." He Songfeng called softly.

Cheng Yiliao's body trembled, and he woke up from his obsessed gaze. He hummed slowly, "What's wrong?"

"Do you know... where Zhou Biao is?"

He Songfeng asked.

Zhou Biao, who used to be Cheng Yiliao's lackey, bullied He Songfeng many times. He locked He Songfeng in the bathroom and poured water on him, and cut up the school uniform he had worked so hard to get with scissors. It can be said that the reason why He Songfeng climbed into Cheng Qiyong's bed was largely because Zhou Biao forced him to do so.

"I know."

He Songfeng did not reveal his thoughts completely. He just looked up at Cheng Yiliao and whispered thoughtfully:

"Then do you know what I want to do?"

Cheng Yiliao didn't answer in a hurry. Instead, he walked slowly to He Songfeng. He bent down and stepped into He Songfeng's arms again. He kissed He Songfeng's cheek and said, "I know. Leave it to me."

As an accomplice, Cheng Yiliao did his job efficiently and effectively. By the time the sun set, he had completed the task assigned to him.

Night, suburbs, warehouse.

A man was tied up with ropes and forced to kneel on the ground.

A bright white headlight shone straight down, like the sword of Damocles hanging above the head, swaying precariously.

The man in the center of the light was trembling and looked like he was about to faint.

"Zhou Biao."

The man heard someone calling his name. He wanted to look up, but Cheng Yiliao held his head down with his hands and forced him to bow his head.

The footsteps slowly approached, getting louder and closer, and finally the white leather shoes stopped in the center of the man's sight.

"Do you remember me?"

The voice of the shoe owner sounded gently above Zhou Biao's head.

Cheng Yiliao grabbed Zhou Biao's hair and pulled it upwards, forcing Zhou Biao to look up.

Zhou Biao suddenly looked as if he had seen a ghost. He was visibly shaking and convulsing, his eyes rolled back, and he fell forward, hoping to die.

"hehe……"

He Songfeng saw Zhou Biao's appearance and chuckled.

It turned out that Zhou Biao had already been beaten by Cheng Yiliao before He Songfeng arrived. He had punched him so hard that the skin on his face was almost torn off. Another punch went into his head, pulling out his brain and spinal cord.

Cheng Yiliao still had the same violent character, and he hadn't changed at all.

He Songfeng frowned and looked at the pool of blood gushing out of Zhou Biao's nose. He took a step back in disgust and fanned the air in front of him with his hand.

"I haven't figured out how to get back at you."

He Songfeng glanced at Cheng Yiliao and signaled him to play freely.

The next second, a punch was thrown.

"it hurts!!!"

The half-dead Zhou Biao was brought back to life by Cheng Yiliao's punch. His soul, which had floated away, was forcefully stuffed into his broken ribs along with the fist. Driven to the extreme, he shouted hysterically, which could be said to be a roar, and his entire throat seemed to be weeping blood.

"If you hit me again, I'll die! I beg you to let me go! I know I was wrong! I know I was wrong! I'm so sorry!"

Before this, he had been beaten beyond recognition by Cheng Yiliao. His body had been stretched to the limit, and his eye sockets were blood red. It was not red blood vessels, but it was as if the flesh in the eye sockets was broken, and the blood flowed back into the eye sockets, making even his tears turbid.

He Songfeng remained indifferent.

He was not the one who hit others, nor was he the one who felt the pain, so naturally he would not feel anything.

At this moment, Zhou Biao's eyes moved slowly, fell on Cheng Yiliao, and suddenly shouted:

"Those things I did before were all done by Cheng Yiliao!"

Cheng Yiliao kicked Zhou Biao in the mouth, turned around and shouted at He Songfeng: "I didn't do it! I absolutely didn't do it!"

He Songfeng interrupted Cheng Yiliao's punches and kicks, "I can let you go."

Cheng Yiliao showed a surprised and jealous expression, and stepped aside in a depressed mood.

"Write a confession."

He Songfeng took out paper and a notebook from his bag, tore off a page of paper and threw it down along with the pen, his movements as if he was giving alms to a beggar on the street.

Zhou Biao didn't dare to hesitate for a moment. His blood-soaked hands weakly held the pen and he wrote on the paper tremblingly.

Zhou Biao leaned over and kicked the man over again, pointing at the paper and scolding him: "Write more beautifully! If you dare to make me think you are perfunctory, you are finished!"

Zhou Biao wiped the blood from his nose, smeared it on his clothes, and said softly, "No, no, I won't. I will definitely write it well. I sincerely admit my mistake."

It no longer matters to He Songfeng whether he admits his mistake sincerely or not.

He was satisfied enough just by looking at Zhou Biao kneeling on the ground and writing a confession with a serious look on his face.

Zhou Biao wrote profusely all night long. The first line of his handwriting was crooked, but under the threat of Cheng Yiliao's kick, the rest of his words became neat and tidy, with barely a trace of blood.

Zhou Biao and Cheng Yiliao looked at He Songfeng at the same time.

Zhou Biao longed to be let go, but Cheng Yiliao didn't want He Songfeng to let him go.

"Read it out and I'll let you go."

He Songfeng gave the second order.

Zhou Biao quickly sniffed hard, swallowed the filth in his throat, and began to read word by word in a hoarse voice.

"He Songfeng, I feel deeply guilty and remorseful for my previous bullying of you. I want to say, 'I'm sorry.'"

"I ignored your feelings, trampled on your dignity, and brought you indelible psychological trauma and harm. My behavior was extremely bad and stupid, and I feel extremely ashamed of it."

“……………………”

"I beg you to give me a chance to make amends. I am willing to make amends and cooperate with any of your orders to make up for the mistakes I have made."

After Zhou Biao finished reading carefully, he looked up and looked at He Songfeng with fear. The paper was also wrinkled in his hand due to nervousness.

He Songfeng didn't react much. His only feeling was... it was too late, too late. Now He Songfeng no longer had any feelings about this matter.

It would have been nice to receive such a sincere apology when I was eighteen.

"It's boring."

He Songfeng took a deep breath and exhaled the past as if it were waste in his body. He turned and walked out of the warehouse.

Zhou Biao behind him howled in pain again. It was obvious that he was beaten by Cheng Yiliao again.

"Get lost, and never appear in front of He Songfeng again."

Cheng Yiliao kicked Zhou Biao and his teeth flew out.

Zhou Biao lay on the ground. Because the wound kept bleeding, his whole body was cold, as if he was splashed with a layer of cold water. The water flowed down his body. For the first time, he felt that water could also cut people like thorns and cause pain all over the body.

No one untied him, so Cheng Yiliao followed He Songfeng away. He could only tremble helplessly on the ground, fearfully hoping that someone would come to help him.

This was what He Songfeng was thinking when he locked him in the bathroom and poured water on his head.

I felt extremely miserable, lonely and helpless, and even had an urge to die.

The little boy who was trapped in the bathroom and covered in water was finally rescued at the age of 26. He stumbled out and fell into his own arms with his feet hanging in the air.

The other person used those gentle hands to hug him, hold him, and comfort him.

The wet adolescence and the long growing pains will never disappear. They will become blood vessels wrapped around the heart and become part of the blood circulation.

"It's okay, let's go home."

"Um……"

He Songfeng talked to himself.

"Go home." This was said by Cheng Yiliao, who was sitting in the driver's seat.

When they were halfway home, He Songfeng suddenly asked, "Aren't you curious about where your brother went?"

Cheng Yiliao shook his head. "Why should I be curious about him? He and I don't have a good relationship. Don't you know it all along?"

He Songfeng didn't care what he said and said to himself: "Come with me."

The basement door was opened by He Songfeng.

Cheng Qiyong's eyes lit up and he stared at the empty door frame, expecting the person to walk in from the bright place and come to his side.

"He Songfeng, you're finally here. I've been waiting for you for a long time. Is it raining outside? My legs are a little swollen and painful. I rubbed them myself but the pain didn't go away. Can you help me?"

Before he even saw anyone, Cheng Qiyong couldn't hold back his loneliness and whispered, "He Songfeng, He Songfeng?"

The next second, Cheng Qiyong's expression fell. He saw clearly the man standing under the door frame. That was not the person Cheng Qiyong was waiting for. It was the man he extremely hated and rejected - Cheng Yiliao.

Cheng Yiliao was also stunned. His eyes moved up and down, scanning carefully from left to right, and finally his gaze rested on the collar around Cheng Qiyong's neck.

"I'm so envious." Cheng Yiliao murmured to himself.

The thing that Cheng Yiliao longed for in his dreams actually happened to Cheng Qiyong.

Cheng Qiyong was actually forced to fall in love with He Songfeng!

So jealous.

Why can't it be myself?

It is obvious that he can behave more obediently than Cheng Qiyong, and he would be more suitable to be He Songfeng's dog than Cheng Qiyong.

But it just happened...it just happened that the person who was locked up here and had a collar put on him by He Songfeng himself was Cheng Qiyong.

The blood pressure in the jealous eyes rose, and waves of pain rushed out of the eye sockets.

Cheng Qiyong also looked at Cheng Yiliao with such a fearful and disgusted expression.

The two brothers stared at each other with hostility, and there was a clear distinction between them, as if there was a Chu River and Han River between them.

He Songfeng walked forward, but just after taking two steps, his hand was grabbed by Cheng Yilao and he was not allowed to get close to Cheng Qiyong.

Cheng Qiyong immediately frowned and shouted Cheng Yiliao's name, "Why did you stop him?!"

Cheng Yiliao subconsciously lowered his wrist when he was yelled at, but he quickly glared back stubbornly, "What do you care about me?"

He Songfeng shook off Cheng Yi's shackles and walked straight to Cheng Qiyong. He bent down and lowered his head, then stretched out his arms to wrap around Cheng Qiyong's neck.

Behind He Songfeng, Cheng Yiliao's expression almost collapsed to the ground. His back teeth were clenched tightly, and his hanging palms were clenched into fists, which he opened and closed again. His high brow bones turned the deep eyes underneath into a dark haze.

A feeling of jealousy quickly filled Cheng Yiliao's chest.

He didn't dare to move, and could only mutter with deep resentment: "You can't do this. You can't choose him and neglect me. How can you not consider my feelings? I would be sad too. You bullied me. You teamed up with my brother to isolate, bully and humiliate me."

After muttering for a while, Cheng Yiliao began to worry that his resentment would make He Songfeng think he was a bad man. Without waiting for a few seconds of silence, he immediately started to make up for his previous resentment: "It doesn't matter, you can choose whoever you want. I'll wait here. There will always be a time when you will feel bored with him."

He Songfeng ignored both sides. After untying the collar from Cheng Qiyong's neck, he threw it to the ground and pointed in the direction of Cheng Yiliao and said, "Go back. I'm tired of it."

"What did you say?" Cheng Qiyong looked at He Songfeng in disbelief. His voice was like the air blown out of a blower, whistling.

He Songfeng didn't add anything else. He removed all the restraints on Cheng Qiyong, and the door was completely open to Cheng Qiyong.

He didn't plan to keep Cheng Qiyong imprisoned any longer.

He Songfeng walked out, but before he took two steps, Cheng Qiyong limped up from behind.

"I don't want it. I just want to be here, just you and me."

As he spoke, Cheng Qiyong put his arms around He Songfeng's waist from behind, buried his head in the crook of He Songfeng's neck, and his hands almost pinched into He Songfeng's bones, connecting him and He Songfeng together.

Cheng Yiliao walked over from the front, staring at the collar that fell on the ground. He bent down to pick it up and then walked back to He Songfeng.

"If you don't want him, can you give me your turn?"

Cheng Yiliao put the collar on himself. He knelt in front of He Songfeng, wrapped his arms around He Songfeng's legs, and buried his face in He Songfeng's soft belly.

The oxygen in the basement was barely enough for three adult men to breathe.

He Songfeng soon felt difficulty breathing and dizziness, not knowing whether it was physical or mental.

Raising two large dogs is a hassle.

Before it even started, He Songfeng already felt it was troublesome.

About a week later.

The continuous rainy season finally ushered in the sunny day.

The fallen flowers in the garden became part of the spring mud, nurturing the branches to bloom more lush and abundant flowers. The bushes were then trimmed and grew closely together in an orderly manner.

When the wind blew, He Songfeng sneezed and his nose became red, which was a symptom of pollen allergy.

The big fat cat that was digging in the soil immediately turned its head to look at He Songfeng, looking at him curiously.

Because He Songfeng had never taken care of a cat, Evander moved into He Songfeng's villa, and the two lived together because of Kitty.

It is no exaggeration to say that a father's status is determined by his son.

Kitty has her own bedroom, eats the freshest raw meat every day, and has a spacious yard for her to run around.

Even if he made a mess of the carefully tended garden and dug out the roots of flowers, plants and trees and carried them around, He Songfeng would just pick him up lovingly, brush off the dust and praise his child for his strength.

"Is it really necessary to keep growing these flowers? You're allergic to them..."

Evander came out of the house wearing an apron, holding a box of hot pastries fresh from the oven, and chattered about He Songfeng's little ailments.

Kitty's attention was drawn to the pastries, and she circled around Evander's feet, causing Evander to walk cautiously for a long time to reach a place that could have been reached in a few steps.

"It's beautiful. I like beautiful things."

Under the awning, He Songfeng held his face in his hands and rubbed it lazily. The blanket covering his legs had slipped down unconsciously, and he calmly bent down to pick it up. As he bent down, his line of sight through his collar went straight through his entire soft, white upper body.

Evander's eyes darted away in panic, not daring to look He Songfeng in the eye. He stammered and changed the subject:

"Sweety, I just heard some banging in the garage. Is everything okay?"

He Songfeng paused, his eyes subconsciously glancing towards the basement, but quickly regained his composure. He gathered up the blanket, crumpled it in his hands, and patted it, then casually replied, "I have two dogs."

"oh oh……"

Evander sat across from He Songfeng, who was eating pastries. Evander wanted to chat with He Songfeng again, but he couldn't find a topic to talk about, so he stuttered and brought up his niece:

"Do you remember my little niece Barbara? She's on spring break, and she's been asking you when you'll come play with her. She misses you so much."

"Hold on."

He Songfeng suddenly stopped Ivander from speaking. He hurried into the house and came out soon.

It was impossible to tell what he did in such a hurry when he went in. In short, there was no change on the surface.

"this."

He Songfeng took a ring box from his pocket and pushed it on the table.

In Ivander's expectant and joyful eyes, He Songfeng opened it for him personally.

Empty.

This is just a ring box.

Nothing.

"I hope that next time you have nothing to talk about, you can propose to me."

He Songfeng pointed his finger at the ring box.

Evander took the ring box away, and their palms touched for a moment.

"Is it too late to buy it now?"

He Songfeng nodded, "Okay, then now."

The two walked out arm in arm. There was another commotion in the garage. Evander asked worriedly, "Aren't you going to take the dogs out for a walk? Is it really okay for them to be locked up in the garage all day?"

He Songfeng's smile froze into a strange, fake smile. He took Evander's arm and said only four words:

"Don't ask too many questions."

Evander smiled and nodded in agreement.

He Songfeng's life is still filled with all kinds of men.

He Songfeng's pornographic videos are still circulating on the Internet, and the romantic scandals about him have never stopped. People all over the world's after-dinner conversations always start with He Songfeng's recent relationship, talking about who he is with, who has a connection with him, and debating who he will choose among those men in the end.

Even though Ivander had already registered his marriage with He Songfeng, the rumors were always mixed with words like "it's not true love", "I don't like her", "it's just a habit" and so on.

He Songfeng just smiled and shook his head, explaining, "He's different."

If you keep asking what's different, He Songfeng won't answer.

They are all different.

They both knew each other's existence, but no one dared to really expose it. Each of them occupied an identity in He Songfeng's life. This was the best ending.

later.

He Songfeng's company and Cheng Qiyong's company were merged, but He Songfeng was still the actual controller. There was just Cheng Qiyong working for him. With a nominal backer, the troubles disappeared all of a sudden. Even if someone came to cause trouble, Cheng Qiyong and Cheng Yiliao would go out and help him settle it.

He only needs to stand on the tallest building in the city, looking down or up, he is always overlooking the entire city, high above.

"Why don't you process the videos and photos?"

When asked, He Songfeng thought for a moment and then continued his story in a light-hearted tone, like telling a bedtime story:

"Because what I was afraid of was not the video and the photos themselves, but my life and plans being destroyed by that incident. I was afraid that I would be powerless. Now it won't happen. These things can't have any impact on me."

Allow scars to exist, just treat them as a part of life and accept them calmly.

Even when He Songfeng was bored, he would look at the fantasies of people online about him, scanning the lines of twisted text that expressed extreme desire for his face and body.

A smile formed on the corner of his mouth.

It is undeniable that He Songfeng enjoys the desire that arises when being stared at.

He still treated these gazes as medals, wrote them in correct characters, and framed them at the base of his thighs, as part of his personal charm and as an indispensable spice in his life.

He thought to himself—

The light that is cast downwards and is gazed at by countless people is called white moonlight.

A person looked up and saw that it was a worthless incandescent lamp hanging on the ceiling.

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The author has something to say: I'll take a day off and start the extra chapter. The extra chapter will add the if line where he and others are together~ It's a happy ending for the attacker, but it's hell for He Songfeng. (The underworld mother is exerting her strength)

The next book is "Straight Male Social Animal, But Sandwiched Wife"