He Qinghuan turned his head and looked at Gu Wang, with a calm expression and a sentence in his eyes: Don't waste your efforts.
Gu Wang:...
After a long time, under Xiao Liu's burning gaze, Gu Wang stretched out his right hand.
Xiao Liu looked at Gu Wang's palm, then looked at Gu Wang, blinked, "It's the left hand."
Gu Wang lowered his eyes and looked at the little girl without changing his expression, "This is the left hand."
The scenery outside the car window showed undulating lines floating up and down, and the darkness invaded from the outside and filled the inside of the car.
Gu Wang watched Xiao Liu really open his right hand and study it seriously, and for the first time he felt guilty about deceiving a child.
Xiao Liu finished studying, she raised her head and said, "Wangwang, let me see your right hand again."
Gu Wang,"..."
Why is it not over yet? Who taught her palm reading?
Gu Wang was just about to say that this was also his right hand, but he had already fooled me anyway, so this time, He Qinghuan turned his head to look at the little girl, his face was hidden in the dark, but as long as he looked at you, you absolutely couldn't ignore the way his gaze rested on your face.
Xiao Liu dare not speak.
"You should think about how to explain puppy love to your dad." He Qinghuan didn't care whether Xiao Liu could understand or not, he said straightforwardly.
Gu Wang thought Xiao Liu couldn't understand it, but who knew Xiao Liu could understand it.
She knows what puppy love is.
Perhaps she felt humiliated because she was misunderstood and had a puppy love with an idiot. At this moment, she was not even afraid of He Qinghuan.
"I didn't fall in love prematurely, and I won't fall in love prematurely with an idiot."
Xiao Liu's milky-voiced argument about puppy love sounds so real that it's hard not to laugh.
All her courage was used up when she contradicted He Qinghuan. After she finished speaking, she looked at Gu Wang again, "Wangwang, let me see..."
She is still thinking about Gu Wang's hand.
The driver saw He Qinghuan's eyes changing in the rearview mirror. He quickly stepped on the brakes and said to the ancestors behind him, "We're here."
Auntie is already waiting outside.
Xiao Liu unbuckled her seat belt by herself. When the driver opened the door, she jumped out of the car, lay on the ground, got up again, and ran to her aunt.
Gu Wang looked at He Qinghuan, "Let go."
He Qinghuan looked at Gu Wang for a while, then slowly loosened the hand that was tightly clasping Gu Wang. When he let go, Gu Wang's fingers curled up in his palm, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his palm.
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He Zhiyan rarely comes back. Zhang Bailu likes to meet up with a few people to play mahjong. Women with money and nothing to do gather together for nothing more than shopping, playing cards, arranging flowers, and doing beauty treatments.
When Bentley drove into the yard, the car lights were facing the floor-to-ceiling windows on the side of the living room on the first floor. The woman sitting on the other side of the mahjong table reached up to cover her eyes. When the car drove into the garage, she put it down and said in a slightly complaining tone, "Your young master is back."
Zhang Bailu glanced at the yard and said nothing. He was joking. She would not agree with such sour words.
The other three people also cast curious glances into the yard. Zhang Bailu's good sisters include but are not limited to the ones at the card table. It is different almost every week. He Zhiyan will become sisters to whomever He Zhiyan needs her to deal with.
The current few have only heard their names occasionally at some banquets or from men in the family. He Qinghuan himself has never attended any formal occasions, and business cocktail parties are even less likely. Students still focus on their studies.
The boy was wearing loose clothes, and his aura and face could not be ignored, but there was another boy beside him.
"The taller one is He Qinghuan. Don't look at it. It's playing cards." Look at it again and pick your eyeballs.
"Then who is that next to him?"
Zhang Bailu heard this and glanced towards the yard. The boy walking next to He Qinghuan was wearing a light blue striped shirt and dark blue jeans, with the same eye-catching appearance.
"His friend." Zhang Bailu knocked on the table with a second tube, "Let's see if you can still fight?"
"Aren't we just curious?"
"Curiosity killed the cat."
The woman who had been asking the question had a look on her face when she heard this, "I'm just asking, why are you saying that I will kill you or not?"
Zhang Bailu twisted the shawl that slid down his shoulders, half-smiling, "Really?"
It's not like women or girls without eyes have never appeared.
Boys usually grow taller in junior high school and enter puberty. He Qinghuan is already growing towards 180cm in the third year of junior high school. Although his figure is thinner, his appearance gradually loses his youthful appearance.
He looks like a big boy by the looks of it.
He Zhiyan At that time, he was only in his thirties, an age when he was physically strong and energetic. Most of the girls he was attracted to were young girls in their early twenties. They were either cute or cute, and they came in all kinds of colors, with more varieties than the flowers in the garden.
The girl is sitting in the living room. He Qinghuan has just come out of the room after taking a shower and goes into the kitchen to get a drink. The boy with slightly wet hair is wearing home clothes. His youthfulness is mixed with a hint of maturity, which is obviously more attractive than He Zhiyan.
He Qinghuan doesn't shy away from suspicion either. He completely ignores girls like this who come to He Zhiyan for money.
He leaned over to pick up the snacks on the coffee table. Before he could take his hand back, he was held down by the girl's hand. The weak, boneless hand covered the boy's sharp-knuckled hand and went up his arm. The meaning was self-evident.
He Qinghuan smiled, retracted his hand, stood up, and said condescendingly, "I don't hit women."
He didn't fight, but he let the dog out in the backyard while the girl was looking at flowers in the yard.
Wolfdogs are bred to have shiny coats, the muscles of their limbs bulge when they run, and their canine teeth are exposed. The animals are not divided into men and women.
The boy was lying on the balcony, watching the girl lose her image, rolling around on the ground, crying with tears and snot all over her face. The girl squatted on the platform of the pond in the yard and shouted for help. When she looked up, she saw He Qinghuan on the balcony on the second floor.
She was stunned.
The boy was still dressed in a gentle and homely style, holding a book in his hand. He curled his lips at the girl, but there was no smile in his eyes.
No one can control He Qinghuan, he is lawless.
Of course, Zhang Bailu would not tell anyone these things. After being in the He Family for so long, she also knew what to say and what not to say. She just wanted to live a good life.
In a blink of an eye, the lively atmosphere between the several women returned to the previous one. Zhang Bailu was very sociable. In the blink of an eye, the women were coaxed into confusion.
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"Are you hungry?" He Qinghuan asked.
Gu Wang said he wasn't hungry.
"I'll cook noodles for you."
Gu Wang was silent for a moment and asked, "Then you still ask?"
He Qinghuan raised his lips, "A sense of ritual."
When Gu Wang put his schoolbag in the guest room, He Qinghuan went to the kitchen.
Gu Wang thought that He Qinghuan couldn't cook. It should be said that people like them should not be able to cook, and Gu Wang himself couldn't. He was an orphan, had no home, and was running around for money all day long, so he had no time to learn to cook.
When going downstairs, looking at the familiar living room, Gu Wang felt a little dazed for a moment.
-"Mr. He loves Mr. Gu very much and specially teaches Mr. Gu how to cook."
Gu Wang was sitting in a wheelchair, playing games without raising his head, "Who does he love if he doesn't love me?"
Apart from not being able to go out, Gu Wang is actually living a pretty good life. Although the desire to go out has become stronger and stronger, almost overwhelming his love for He Qinghuan, but every time He Qinghuan tells him, "Stay with me and don't go anywhere."
Gu Wang will still say yes.
He likes He Qinghuan, so he feels like he can tolerate it and can convince himself.
Although sometimes the more I think about it, the more angry I get, and I still lose my temper. I make a big fuss at home, smashing the pillows on the sofa, the lamps and porcelain on the cabinet, and smashing them to pieces without even blinking.
He Qinghuan Gu Wang lets Gu Wang make trouble for everything. After the trouble, he can coax him softly. I can give you anything, including my life, except freedom.
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Gu Wang saw the lily-shaped chandelier standing next to the TV and smiled. It was later smashed.
Gu Wang walked into the kitchen, slowly rolled up his sleeves, and leaned against the door, "Do you want to help?"
Auntie has been expelled by He Qinghuan, and he is not even willing to let Gu Wang eat the food cooked by others.
There were only two of them in the kitchen, and the sounds of people talking outside came in scatteredly. They became blurry when they were far away, but they brought the warmth of life.
He Qinghuan was chopping vegetables. He didn't look at the person behind him and just asked, "Can you?"
No matter how old Gu Wang is, when Gu Wang is, He Qinghuan knows that he can't.
Gu Wang paused, "No."
No guilt at all.
He Qinghuan then put down the knife and looked at the person behind him, "Then what are you asking?"
Gu Wang tilted his head and smiled, "A sense of ritual."
He Qinghuan,"..."
The women in the living room started gossiping again.
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"Bang." Zhang Bailu played out a card of four and glanced in the direction of the kitchen, "Sister, really don't be curious. Go and ask him now if he can let you eat together. I bet 90% that he will put rat poison in your bowl."
Zhang Bailu graduated from an ordinary university and doesn't speak particularly profound words, but she can express her general meaning clearly.
"You are exaggerating too."
"Then you go."
"I'm not going."
He Qinghuan just gave Gu Wang a bowl of noodles. It would be bad to eat too much at night. When he took the abalone from the refrigerator, Gu Wang stopped him.
"Just plain noodles, add a tomato."
He Qinghuan's eyes stayed on the white fingers holding his sleeve for a while. After a while, he put down the seafood he took out and took out two more tomatoes.
Gu Wang frowned, "I only want one."
He Qinghuan was washing tomatoes under the faucet. Hearing this, he glanced at Gu Wang lightly, "Wangwang, do you have a conscience?"
Gu Wang thinks, maybe this sentence is more appropriate for you to ask yourself.
But that's all he thought, and what he asked was, "What's wrong?"
The former Gu Wang was able to handle love with ease, and the current Gu Wang is obviously very difficult to figure out and still be a straight man.
He Qinghuan didn't answer him, nor did he say anything after that. When he saw him taking out two bowls from the cupboard, Gu Wang reacted belatedly.
He forgot that He Qinghuan didn't eat in the afternoon either.
There is a partition between the dining room and the living room. A large transparent glass serves as the partition between the two. The light apricot floor-length curtain is tied to one side. Above the glass is a bright white crystal lamp.
Above the black-painted dining table, there are several small goose-yellow lamps hanging from thin wires, very gentle lamps.
The two men in the family would not be able to mess with this. The designer was only responsible for the initial decoration, and the subsequent decorations were all added by the women in the family.
Anyway, they are idle.
Gu Wang is sitting opposite He Qinghuan.
He Qinghuan After sitting down, the boy in front of him picked himself a piece of tomato.
"..."
People who please He Qinghuan are like crucian carp crossing the river. It's the first time I see someone with tomatoes.
To be honest, it has been a long time since the two of them sat together and had a meal alone. This is true for He Qinghuan, and even more so for Gu Wang.
In his mind, this was the first time he had eaten alone with He Qinghuan.
He thought he would be restrained, but he wasn't at all, even if the other party would look at him from time to time.
When He Zhiyan came back, the two of them had not finished eating. As soon as He Zhiyan came in, the first thing he saw was the two boys eating in the restaurant.
His first thought after seeing it was:????
The second thought is: Do I have a share?
Zhang Bailu's little sisters left two minutes before He Zhiyan arrived home. Zhang Bailu stepped forward and poured a glass of water for He Zhiyan. He Zhiyan asked casually, "Auntie's cooking?"
Zhang Bailu smiled delicately, "Ah Huan did it."
He Zhiyan put down the cup and was a little surprised. Although he and Ah Huan were not close, he still knew Ah Huan relatively well. He was a bit of a germaphobe, and it was impossible for him to do things for others. To make him bow his head voluntarily, he would have to cut off his head.
Maybe it was the nature of a father to feel a little sad, but the difference was that he was not feeling sad that his own cabbage was being fucked. Looking at the way Ah Huan looked at the boy, it was obvious that the boy opposite was the one who was being fucked.
Under the lamp, He Qinghuan's facial features and eyes were softened by the goose-yellow lamp, and his eyes seemed to have been splashed with ink.
The possession hidden inside is lurking quietly, like a napping hunter, seemingly careless, but always paying attention to those around him who may be spying on him.