thank you for your hate

10,

In his mind, Qi Xiao imagined himself beating his chest and stamping his feet in remorse, with a calm appearance.

"What the hell are you doing?" Qi Xiaojia asked, with a ferocious face, poking out his index finger.

Qi Xiaoyi sighed and replied, "You can't just ignore death."

"Is this guy going to die?" Qi Xiaojia folded his hands on his chest, looking fierce.

"No, but..."

"But what? Aren't you happy to see that he is poor, owed money and injured, and looks listless? Tsk, tsk, broad-minded, saint, saint!" Qi Xiaojia clapped enthusiastically.

Qi Xiaoyi had nothing to say, and ran away silently.

Qi Xiao himself suppressed Qi Xiaojia's arrogance, and said with a half-hearted smile, "Well, it's for Chang Mao's sake."

Thanks to the cat, Chang Yu followed Qi Xiao back home.

Originally, Qi Xiao wanted Chang Yu to be subdued, and went back to kowtow to the old lady, admit his mistake, and go back to be the young master of the Chang family, but when this topic was mentioned, Chang Yu's mouth was sealed like a dead clam, and he kept silent, waiting for Qi Xiao After wasting his saliva, he couldn't even spit out any saliva, so he looked at Qi Xiao and said, "I won't go back to Chang's house. Stop talking, or you can go back. Is the cat okay?"

Qi Xiao stared at Chang Yu, with that thin face, weeds growing on his chin and cheeks, he couldn't do anything absolutely.

"You come back with me, if you have no other friends."

Chang Yu silently looked back at Qi Xiao, and suddenly asked, "Will you do it with me?"

"Do you consider yourself a whore?" Qi Xiao laughed angrily, "It's a pity I didn't degenerate into a whore."

"Then I won't go." Chang Yu lowered his head.

Qi Xiao was going crazy, he was heartbroken, why did he think of doing this kid in a twitch?Now it's all right, once you step on the brown sugar, you can't even shake it off.

"Whatever you want!" He turned around bitterly, couldn't get to the door, turned back again, strode up to Chang Yu, and swung his fist down, hitting Chang Yu's shoulder directly, knocking him back.

Qi Xiao stepped forward to make up another punch, and Chang Yu fell on his back on the bed, panting heavily.

Still puzzled, Qi Xiao knelt between Chang Yu's legs with one leg, grabbed his collar, gritted his teeth and wanted to scold him, but was speechless. And peel off.

The temperature was below freezing and the power of the electric heater was limited. Chang Yu couldn't help but shiver, and then another movement because of Qi Xiao's reaching out to pet his little snake.

He closed his eyes, took the initiative to bend his legs, separated them, and asked, "How long has it been since you did this?"

Qi Xiao didn't bother to talk anymore, he poked his fingers back and forth a few times at the acupoints that were to be cleared for a while, barely considered the preparations were complete, and then followed a set of smooth movements, directly driving the stake in, and started the piston movement forcefully.

He didn't intend to make Chang Yu happy, and Chang Yu probably didn't have much happiness either. After a while, the man under him seemed not used to it again, he gritted his teeth tightly, and hissed from between his teeth.

While sweating profusely in the freezing room with only one electric heater in the cold winter months, Qi Xiao gritted his teeth and asked, "Bastard, what's the point of doing this? Huh?"

If the unlucky ghost under him was not Chang Yu but someone else, he would probably be so angry that he would spit old blood on his face.

Chang Yu quietly opened his eyes, twitched the corners of his mouth twice, and wrapped Qi Xiao's waist even tighter with his legs, with a half-smile: "Isn't this fair? Are you not happy?"

"What a fart!" Qi Xiao growled in a low voice, and at the same time, happily sprayed his son's liquid into Chang Yu's ass.

Then he was so tired that he collapsed on Chang Yu's body panting, looked at Chang Yu hesitantly for a while, raised his injured and uninjured hands, and carefully wrapped them around his back.

The higher-than-usual body temperature due to fever unexpectedly passed through the thick clothing to cover it, and the heat penetrated directly into the skin, scratching, licking, itching, and even some stinging.

The sun, Qi Xiao thought, what is this?

No matter what it is, it would seem self-defeating to lift the trousers and refuse to accept the account. Since it is not a money-for-money relationship, after rubbing the organs of both parties, Qi Xiao decided to take responsibility, at least during the time Chang Yu was injured.

The cow cat is a very conscientious cat, it actually recognizes Chang Yu, and whenever it sees someone, it goes over and rubs its head.

"You bastard with no integrity." Qi Xiao didn't know if he was scolding the cat or himself.

He threw Chang Yu to sleep on the sofa, and when he got up the next morning, he saw Chang Yu curled up into a chrysalis, still in a daze, so he involuntarily stepped forward and stroked Chang Yu's forehead.

Chang Yu frowned and didn't wake up.

Qi Xiao sighed, turned around and went to the kitchen, quickly took out the lean meat from the refrigerator, washed it, cut it into strips, washed the rice, threw it into the rice cooker, and transferred it to the "porridge" column.

He prepared everything, and wrote a note before leaving the house, telling Chang Yu that there was porridge in the pot, he woke up to help himself, and remembered to take medicine.

Until he went downstairs and got into the car, sitting in the driver's seat, Qi Xiao asked another shit question: What the hell am I doing?

When he was at work, he took a moment to call Chang Yun, briefly explained the matter, and couldn't help but ask again from the bottom of his heart: "Chang Yun, what am I doing?"

"Take care of your wife." Chang Yun smiled.

Qi Xiao sneered: "Stop making sarcastic remarks—your Chang family is not so poor that they can't afford to feed themselves! He has become so miserable, why don't you think about taking it back?"

Chang Yun is obviously very idle, leisurely and leisurely: "There is no free food in the world. The Chang family doesn't mind keeping a pet, but pets also have rules. What do you do with a dog who is not close to the owner-don't bark, this is Our old lady's meaning is not mine. As for sarcastic remarks...

Qi Xiao, the only person a man can forgive and give in to without principle is his wife.What do you want to do, think about it yourself. "

Chang Yun's words have always been very direct, very poisonous, and without dirty words: "A person who is going to be 30 years old, kid, can you learn to clean up after a chicken feather?"

After hanging up the phone, Qi Xiao understood what Chang Yun meant.

There are only two ways out, one is to completely forgive Chang Yu for what he did, even if it feels like his heart is on fire and the humiliation is endless, he has to turn the page cleanly.

Or, don't care about Chang Yu's life and death, kick him out of the field of life, and from now on, they will be irrelevant and have nothing to do with each other, until they all enter the coffin, and don't choose the same cemetery as the cemetery.

No love, no hate, no resentment, no regrets, all the sad tears, just like cumulonimbus passing by, splashing all over the body, no one can blame it, right?

Figured it out, but Qi Xiao didn't feel relaxed.

The work is cumbersome and the pressure is not small, and now there is a source of trouble at home, Qi Xiao endured it all day and did not ask Chang Yu's status.

Questions swirl in your head: Hate?How to hate?Don't hate it, okay?Then what?

then……

If Chang Yu didn't take the initiative to come to him, he could never have any contact with Chang Yu; but now that it's all like this, is it possible to get rid of him if he fucks him up?

"Cats are really evil animals." Qi Xiao blamed all the faults on the cats at the beginning and transfer of Nie Yuan.

After all, he went home. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Chang Yu holding the mop handle in one hand, and Chang Mao lying on the mop head, as if he was mopping the floor.