Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Those messy emotions would never disrupt Qian Youcheng's plans. Mr. Qian would still do what he was supposed to do without any impact at all.

It was another busy day. Lu Ming had not returned from the horror game yet. It was not difficult for him to handle the affairs of two companies by himself, but he was a bit busy, which really tested his memory.

It’s just that Qian Youcheng has always had a good memory and remembers all the docking content and basic information of the partners.

Also remember the bloody black dragon.

Qian Youcheng was slightly stunned, his thoughts wandered a little, so he simply put down the pen, pinched his eyebrows and rested for a while.

He leaned back in his office chair, not resisting, but letting those thoughts wander.

It is an undeniable fact that Xie Hezhi and Xie Yunxing saved his life.

In the advanced copy, the BOSS had been ambushed long ago, and their strength was forcibly compressed. In that battle, Xie Hezhi risked half his life to protect him in his arms, and Xie Yunxing gave it his all. He should thank these two people.

It was also after this that the two brothers started to play this emotional game openly with him.

The love and possession were undisguised and came at him with great force. Even Qian Youcheng could hardly resist it. It was not that he was obsessed with it, but rather that he felt it was too disgusting.

He always liked to keep a trump card and a way out for himself, so he left cleanly and cleanly without leaving anything behind.

wrong.

Qian Youcheng focused his attention again and continued to look at the plans.

He left those memories to his brothers.

Just consider it as revenge.

When it was almost time to get off work in the afternoon, Qian Youlin came to visit Xiao He with ice cream and milk tea. He greeted Xiao He with a smile and pushed the door open and walked straight into the office.

Qian Youcheng didn't even raise his head: "Have you figured it out? Are you going to usurp the throne?"

Qian Youlin was speechless: "Unless I am possessed by another body, it will never happen in this lifetime. How can I be so desperate that I have to go through this trouble? You should just sit in Mr. Qian's position."

Qian Youcheng smiled, took the ice cream, opened it, took a bite and exclaimed, "It's delicious."

When it comes to eating, drinking and having fun, Qian Youlin has a lot of say, and everything he packs up and takes away is delicious.

The first brother on the list was very proud and snorted twice: "If you hadn't taken good care of your health before, wouldn't you have experienced this happiness a few years earlier?"

Qian Youcheng didn't care: "It's not too late now."

Qian Youlin had no objection to his words. After all, there was still plenty of time left.

The two brothers chatted for a few more sentences and it was almost time to get off work. Qian Youlin got up, said goodbye and left to pick up Qi Guanju. The two were going on a date in the evening.

Looking at Qian Youlin's happy little look, Qian Youcheng wanted to leave early for once, so he packed up his things, said goodbye to Xiao He, and left work directly.

He didn't go home. Instead, he took a rare drive and it was a little late when he got home.

Aunt Zhao was not at home, but she sent a message in advance saying that she was going to get her hair permed with her sisters. There was chicken soup in the pot and the noodles were in the refrigerator, so she would cook as much as Qian Youcheng wanted to eat.

This arrangement is very good, but it's a pity that Qian Youcheng never knows how much he can eat. Nine times out of ten, he cooks too much. This time was no exception. He was full after eating one-third of the noodles and could only stare at the remaining noodles in the pot.

"What's going on?" Aunt Zhao came back with her newly permed hair and saw Qian Youcheng standing in the kitchen. She was a little curious. She took a step closer and saw the pot of noodles and immediately laughed, "Look, big eyes and a small belly again."

Qian Youcheng was a little embarrassed: "I'm used to it."

After he said this, he was stunned for a moment.

In the horror game before, he always cooked too much when he cooked for himself. At the beginning, without the twins, he always had to think for a long time, questioning whether he cooked too much or too little. After having these two people, Qian Youcheng no longer cared so much. If he cooked too much, he had two泔水桶, so he was not afraid of waste at all.

But now the slop bucket was kicked over by him, and to be honest it was a bit inconvenient.

It's just inconvenient.

“It’s no big deal!” Seeing Qian Youcheng in a bad mood, Aunt Zhao patted him on the shoulder and said, “Give it to those two as a midnight snack!”

Qian Youcheng smiled softly and nodded, said something to Aunt Zhao and went back to the house.

As usual, he took a shower and blow-dried his hair. It was still early, so Qian Youcheng was not in a hurry to go to bed, so he took a magazine to kill time.

Whether before entering the horror game or after the horror game was released, Qian Youcheng was not very dependent on his mobile phone.

This resulted in him not having any games on his phone, not even the most popular short video platform. The only use of his phone was to check the time, weather, news and contact other people.

It’s not that Qian Youcheng is old-fashioned, it’s just that his life is very fulfilling and he doesn’t need anything else to fill it up.

It was not until half past ten in the evening that a little noise was heard outside. It should be the sound of Qian Youlin and Qi Guanju coming back from their date and saying hello to Aunt Zhao. Qian Youcheng put down the magazine, turned off the lights and prepared to go to bed.

He wasn't a very unenlightened parent, he just felt that it was better for the child not to stay overnight outside.

Thinking of this, Qian Youcheng found it a little funny.

Qian Youlin and Qi Guanju will not live at home forever. They will eventually move out, and judging from Qian Youlin's expression, he still wants to return to the horror game.

No matter where he ends up staying, he won't have to worry about not returning home at night.

Alas, there is no way. I have been taking care of my younger brother since he was young, so I will subconsciously worry about some things.

The messy thoughts were cleared away by the sound of dripping water. Almost in an instant, his consciousness became drowsy. Qian Youcheng slowed down his breathing and let himself sink into the familiar pool of water.

However, his dream this time was bizarre, fantastic and complicated, as if he was deliberately avoiding meeting certain people, leaving only the scenery that left a deep impression on him.

Why not go and meet him.

Qian Youcheng asked himself.

Is it just because of that saying that after dreaming about someone three times, the fate is completely over?

How strange.

The snow-capped mountains in front of him were gushing out boiling magma, and someone grabbed him by the waist and pulled him back to protect him.

However, there was no one’s back in front of me, and no one was there.

There are no two crazy people, no vicious dogs who are pushing their luck, only one person who refuses to admit it, no,

At 2:58 in the morning, Qian Youcheng woke up in a daze. He got up from the bed and went to the toilet.

Different from Qian Zong during the day, Qian Youcheng's eyes were now hazy, his hair which was usually parted in the 3:7 ratio was all loose, revealing some immaturity. He looked green and vulnerable, and even bumped into the toilet door because he was not fully awake, leaving a dissatisfied sigh.

Qian Youcheng thought, after I finish taking care of it, wash my hands and lie back on the bed.

If you want to do something, do something exciting. Don't be so shy and it's not appropriate.

So, the broken dream continued, and Qian Youcheng dreamed of that absurd night.

There is no way to escape, and nowhere to escape.

The copy of the River God Village was inexplicably reloaded, and it was still the bloody altar. Unlike the previous time when he was stabbed in the chest by a sword, he was lying on a soft blanket, and beside him were two brothers who were eyeing him covetously.

He had no right to say no to this affair, and it had to go on to the end without any resistance.

I don't know where the two brothers got the idea from, but they used their ability to please others to the extreme. Qian Youcheng lost his concentration many times. If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, he would have continued.

But the problem is, he didn't do it voluntarily.

The old cadre who is obsessed with health preservation has never liked anyone. He has solved all his physiological problems by himself. Moreover, he doesn't have many such thoughts. He even suspects that it is because of his sexual frigidity. No one can arouse his emotions, so naturally there will be no in-depth communication.

But this time is different.

It was really comfortable, with a tingling and numb feeling even in his tailbone. Apart from cursing and hitting, he didn't have to do anything else but enjoy himself.

He just doesn't like it.

The heavy love eventually exceeded a certain concentration. No one taught Xie Hezhi and Xie Yunxing what was true love and how to treat love. Their behaviors were completely controlled by the will of those beasts. In the days when they did not receive a response, their reason and heart were devoured, and in the end, only stubborn thoughts were left.

They want to hear the unutterable word from their owners.

The three stubborn guys all took steps in the same direction, that is, they were determined not to retreat. As the result, no one gained any advantage.

Without having to think about how to kill these two things, Qian Youcheng began to reflect on himself and wondered why he was not a mute in this matter.

Even in his dream, he still didn't say that word. He used all the offensive words and sentences without hesitation, except for that one word.

Just be stubborn.

Qian You admitted that he commented on himself honestly.

The alarm clock rang on time at 7:00, Qian Youcheng turned off the alarm clock and allowed himself to take a nap.

The dream in the second half of the night was really exciting.

Qian Youcheng sighed.

That’s good. It takes him back to the days before liberation.

After he recovered, everything went according to plan. He went to work as usual, got off work on time, occasionally attended parties organized by Qian Youlin, or had dinner with partners, then went home drunk, drank a bowl of sobering soup cooked by Aunt Zhao, took a bath and went to bed.

The only difference was that Qian Youcheng never dreamed about Xie Hezhi and Xie Yunxing again.

It seemed like it was really as he wished, their fate was completely severed and there was nothing left between the three of them.

But it was also strange. When those two people were by his side, all he wanted to do was forget, put them aside, and not care about anything. But now that he was alone and didn't even have a dream, he remembered again, feeling sour and unable to take a step forward.

The decisiveness and disgust that he had deliberately created before disappeared completely when Qian Youcheng was the only one left, leaving only a feeling of grievance.

On the twelfth day after everything was over, Qian Youcheng invited his partners to dinner after signing the contract. They all had the same views and opinions, and they drank a little too much without noticing, so Qian Youcheng called for help.

The polite Mr. Qian sent away every drunk partner with a graceful smile, until Qian Youlin and Qi Guanju arrived, when he revealed his hidden drunkenness.

He wouldn't get drunk and be crazy. He was easy to fool when he was drunk. Sometimes he would act like a little kid, pulling Qian Youlin and muttering some meaningless things to him.

Just like this time, Qian Youcheng relaxed and leaned back in his chair. He grabbed his brother's wrist and said, "Am I being tough?"

Qian Youlin knew that Qian Youcheng was drunk, so he asked, "What should I answer?"

Qian Youcheng listened carefully and shook his head seriously: "No."

Qian Youlin, who had long been accustomed to his brother's drunken appearance, understood that this time the sarcasm was the truth, and it was also Qian Youcheng's evaluation of himself, so he replied: "You are very stubborn."

Hearing this, Qian Youcheng stopped talking. He didn't let go and kept holding Qian Youlin's wrist until the car stopped in front of the villa.

The top brother on the list hadn't seen his brother drunk for more than four years. He felt a little nostalgic for a moment and tried to coax him out of the car in a low voice.

"Fuck love." Qian Youcheng murmured, his eyes reddened: "Fuck it."

Qian Youlin was stunned for a moment. He carefully looked at Qian Youcheng's expression, feeling a little at a loss.

However, after cursing like this, Qian Youcheng didn't say anything else. Even though he was drunk, he subconsciously swallowed the grievances and unwillingness into his stomach and didn't show anything outwardly.

This is a habit he developed. During the years when his parents were away, he had to grow up quickly and hold on to everything.

So he said nothing about the hard work and difficulties.

He can get through it all by himself. He has gotten through so many setbacks, so he can definitely do it this time.

But there were so many of these emotions, so annoying, that as soon as he relaxed a little, they would pounce on him without stopping, pinning him down and making it impossible for him to move.

You see, love has its backlash.

It would devour everything, and all the rationality and habit of not showing emotions that he was proud of would be swallowed up completely.

so annoying.

Qian Youcheng's head sank and tears rolled down.

What the hell is love? What's the fucking importance of the word love? It's endless, with threats and inducements, but he just doesn't want to say it, he just doesn't want to open his mouth.

He just keeps talking stubbornly, just keeps being mute, just keeps being the dealer who won't reveal his cards. Why should you disrupt his rationality? Why should you force him to listen to the word "love"?

Will I die if I wait a little longer? Will I die if I wait until he is more willing?

Qian Youcheng paused for a moment and blinked his eyes, trying to wipe away the tears.

His rationality was now completely suppressed by alcohol. He was unable to judge right from wrong rationally. He just kept blaming others for all the mistakes and cursed those two people eight hundred times in his heart.

Until the end, Qian Youcheng was coaxed and tricked by Qian Youlin into going home, drank another bowl of sobering soup, and finally fell headfirst into the bed.

Big Brother Bang heaved a sigh of relief. His fists were still hard. He smiled and said to Qi Guanju, "I must beat those two up. I have lived for so long and have never seen my brother behave like this."

Qi Guanju nodded, rarely supporting Qian Youlin's decision.

From a more objective perspective, the twins were wrong, 70% of the time, Qian Youcheng was also wrong, 10% of the time, and the remaining 20% ​​were conflicts caused by problems that the three people were affected by in the past.

Those things cannot be forcibly mediated. One side can only give in and try to find a safety line.

Qian Youcheng did not sleep well. He seemed to see those two people again in his dream, but he was still upset about those two people's avoidance in recent days, so he turned around and left without paying any attention to them.

After waking up, Qian Youcheng's memories of the time when he was drunk came back to him and he closed his eyes tightly.

He has never liked himself when he is drunk. How should I put it? He is as willful as a child, stubborn but thinks he is right. All the bad qualities in his character are buried. If he were to describe the reason for his crying yesterday, it would probably be that he was a naughty child who would cry as soon as he lay on the ground because his parents didn't buy him his favorite toy.

He found it funny himself.

Forget it, it’s okay to make a fool of Qian Youlin, but those bad feelings are really disturbing.

Da Qian let out a long breath.

Anyway, he won't retreat.

-

I discovered one thing. These three people, how can I put it? It makes me feel so awkward to write about them. Especially Daqian. He is introverted and never shows his emotions. He hides everything very well. He is very responsive to soft words and not to hard words. He just won't say love even if you ask him to. He is a stubborn person.

As for the twins, because of some things that happened in the past, Hezhi could only think about how to keep himself and his brother alive at first, and he was in a half-dead state the whole time, which caused Yunxing to become paranoid and full of resentment. Then, when facing Daqian, his sense of security was almost non-existent.

It is equivalent to that two people wanted to hear Daqian say "I love you", but they used the wrong means. They thought that if they took Daqian to do happy things to make him happy, he would hear it. In fact, the more they did this, the less he would hear. Then Daqian was coerced, which led to a head-on confrontation. Daqian would definitely not be the one who gave in. Although this would not result in both parties being hurt, Daqian would be unhappy.

In fact, the twins have been regressing all the time. The dilemma they are facing now is: the horror game has not been completed and the channel has not been opened, otherwise the twins would have been chased out long ago and the big money would not have been wasted.

I feel so awkward that I'm almost dying. It's not that Daqian doesn't like me. If he really doesn't like me, he wouldn't care. Maybe he cares a lot but just doesn't say anything.

Oh, I suddenly realized that once the three of them met, everything would be fine as long as the misunderstanding was resolved. There would be no awkwardness at all. The twins were extremely good at coaxing people, and it would be easy to understand once the truth was revealed.

Don't abandon this couple just because they are awkward! Please, please, please! Two loyal dogs or something! It's so delicious!