Planetary revolution

Xia Xingxing obviously felt that Huo Jing became more silent. Although he didn't talk much, the eyes that looked at him recently always contained turbulent emotions that he couldn't understand.

Feeling self-reproach and pity, more than deep and scorching heat, Xia Xingxing would miss a beat every time he accidentally fell into it, but he didn't want to think about it.

But that kind of love full of tenderness and pity was expressed directly and clearly, completely undisguised, seeping into the corners of daily life, enclosing him tightly like a net.

Even if Xia Xingxing wanted to deliberately ignore and desperately deny it, it would not be convincing.

He mentioned to Huo Jingshi that he can do many things by himself.

Huo Jingshi turned a deaf ear and went his own way.

While doing homework in the room, Huo Jingshi knocked on the door and came in with a medicine box in his hand, this happened every night recently.

At that time, Xia Xingxing only said that it was accidentally scratched, but Huo Jingshi gave a noncommittal "hmm" without asking any further questions.

Xia Xingxing didn't want him to know, so he just pretended not to know.

The man half-kneeled in front of him naturally, held his injured hand, looked at it for a long time, and then whispered: "I won't hurt you again."

Before Xia Xingxing could reply, he laughed at himself again.

I don't know if my reputation with Xia Xingxing has been overdrawn, he will just show him in the future.

The driver Xiao Zhang has completely lost his job, and Huo Jingshi is the one who picks up and picks up sooner or later.

He even took out the shoes from the shoe cabinet in advance before going out in the morning and placed them neatly in front of him. Xia Xing only needed to raise his legs and stretch his feet in.

Huo Jingshi stood outside the door and waited for him while making a phone call, meeting his surprised and puzzled eyes was not at all unnatural.

Aunt Zhang wasn't there, so Xia Xingxing went to the laundry room to get his clothes and dried them on the balcony of his room.

Huo Jing, who was relaxing on the balcony next door, stubbed out his cigarette, walked over, and said, "I'll come."

Xia Xingxing was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly said: "No need."

Huo Jingshi frowned: "Don't touch your injured hand with wet ones."

The clothes in his hand were taken away, and Xia Xingxing stood aside unnaturally to watch him prop up the clothes rail neatly, his figure in the afterglow of the setting sun looked graceful and straight.

Xia Xingxing felt that his heart was like the leaf on the grass that was blown high by the wind.

The economic news was played back in the living room, and the female anchor's clear voice came intermittently: "The former... secretary... Yang Shize has been put on file for bribery..."

"...He's Real Estate Group...bears the brunt...and there is preliminary evidence that Xu Hui, the executive president of Xu's who was rated as an industrial youth...traffic in power and sex..."

When Xia Xingxing suddenly raised his head to look at Huo Jing, the other party looked at him calmly, with deep and far-reaching eyes.

He still picked up the hanger in his hand unhurriedly, and even smoothed the collar of his school uniform carefully.

Xia Xingxing was shocked in his heart, and his black eyes widened slightly: "You..."

Huo Jingshi waited for him to speak, but he didn't wait for the next word for a long time.

He looked at the blank look of the other party, and suddenly raised the object in his hand, with a very shallow arc on the corner of his mouth, and said, "It's quite cute."

Xia Xingxing's cheeks turned red.

That's his Winnie the Pooh panties!Aunt Zhang bought it for me!

Huo Jingshi looked at the other party's face stained with pink clouds, and suddenly felt that it was worth paying any price.

When he was about to move the Xu family and the He family, Tian Yiyang asked him if he was crazy, but now looking at Xia Xingxing's jet-black eyes, something seemed to sprout in his heart, which was unstoppable.

He should have known that he was crazy, he would go crazy and lose his mind whenever he encountered something about Xia Xingxing.

Xia Xingxing couldn't believe that such an extreme utilitarian rationalist like Huo Jingshi would be able to achieve this kind of death.

Picture what?

A heart that sticks to the ice seems to have touched a pool of warm water, but the lessons he learned again and again made him afraid that there was a hidden vortex deep in the water, and if he accidentally fell into it, he would be swallowed to nothing.

When I came home from school the next day, a stranger was sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Xia Xingxing suspected that he was wrong, but the slender and tall figure undoubtedly showed that the person who came was the boy who was hugged by Huo Jingshi in clubhouse 47 that night.

At this moment, his face was very clean, without makeup, and his whole body revealed a kind of pitiful whiteness, and he greeted with a natural smile: "Hi! Are you Mr. Huo's younger brother?"

Standing at the door, Xia Xingxing didn't show any surprise or other emotions when a stranger suddenly appeared at home. He denied it, "I'm not."

Aunt Zhang came out of the kitchen and approached Xia Xingxing to ask if she knew him.

She didn't know Huo Jingshi's social circle, and she didn't want to let anyone in, but she was afraid that it was someone's young master. It would be bad to offend her, so she could only let people sit and wait in the living room first.

"..." Xia Xingxing didn't know how to speak, he just said, "I don't know him."

He was inexplicably bored, changed his shoes, and prepared to go upstairs.

The boy seemed very interested in his identity: "Who are you to Mr. Huo?" Some ambiguous eyes turned around a few times, "Could it be..."

Xia Xingxing's face turned cold, and when his pale face was not smiling, it showed a trace of terror, every word and every word, resoundingly: "I am not."

He spoke slowly and slowly, but with great force.

The boy was startled, then smiled: "Okay, no, no."

Xia Xingxing didn't want to talk to him anymore, he walked back to the room and said, "Then you just sit here and wait."

The boy stretched himself, stood up and stuffed the clothes wrapped in the bag into his arms, and said: "Don't wait, I haven't seen a shadow after waiting for an afternoon, it's boring, please pass it on to Mr. Huo."

Then he turned on the phone ambiguously, with a lingering tone: "He will understand when he opens it."

He didn't intend to do anything at first, Huo Jingshi's kind of person was not something he could imagine, but he just thought about it when he met that night, and thought he could take the opportunity to take another look.

Xia Xingxing was stunned for a while holding the bag full of perfume.

Suddenly realized a problem.

Huo Jingshi is a man with normal needs.

Given his conditional status, it is perfectly normal to hang out at night shows and find companions.

Since someone was able to find the door this time, I don't know if he had the habit of taking people home before.

If this is the case, then it is actually very troublesome to borrow here.

Xia Xingxing felt even more uncomfortable in his heart, as if he was being pressed down by a mountain of boulders.

He laughed at himself, he had lived for so long, and now he realized that he had misunderstood someone, it was too blind to see.

During dinner, Xia Xing politely declined Huo Jingshi's proposal to scoop up another bowl of soup for him.

Will hand the paper bag in front of him: "Someone asked me to hand it over to you."

Huo Jingshi opened it and glanced at it, his pupils narrowed slightly, and immediately recognized that it was the tie he wore to No. 47 that night, and it was left behind in the club when Xia Xingxing got entangled.

It is conceivable who the person who transferred it was.

Huo Jingshi secretly scolded Hu Yi that group of cronies and dog friends would only cause trouble for him.

Although he was inexplicably guilty, his eyes were deep, with a bit of sharpness hidden in his calmness: "Where did you go again?"

Xia Xingxing was taken aback for a moment, amused by his slap, blinked innocently, and answered his interrogation gently and politely: "No, that gentleman was sitting in the living room when I came back, and asked me to pass it on to you. "

Huo Jingshi immediately explained: "I..."

"Mr. Huo," Xia Xingxing rarely interrupted other people's conversations, this might be the first time he wanted to say something first.

He blinked, and even smiled a little.

Huo Jingshi felt panic for no reason.

The dimples on the boy's lips became deeper and sometimes shallower as the corners of his mouth moved, filled with a little warm yellow light from the chandelier on the top of the dining table, making it even sweeter, but the words he said were extremely harsh to Huo Jingshi's ears .

"I was negligent before, I mean—" Xia Xingxing smiled understandingly and tolerantly, and suggested gently: "If it is inconvenient for Mr. Huo to bring people back, you can actually change my room to the third floor Or the annex."

The third floor is almost vacant except for a gym.

The annex is where the driver and servants live.

Or any place that is more remote, to minimize his presence as a person.

Huo Jingshi's heart was suffocated and he was speechless.

It was as if someone had suddenly torn a hole in his heart, and a little pain gushed out. The pain of being misunderstood and the other party's indifferent attitude pierced him like needles.

After a long time, Huo Jingshi put down his chopsticks, and his eyes were cold, which could cover the snow in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, but when he looked deeply, he could see the clusters of angry fire.

He slowly said: "You are young, you know a lot."

Xia Xingxing didn't know what to do, and heard the other party's cold anger and ridicule: "It seems that I have been to many places, not only No. 47."

Xia Xingxing's black pupils dilated slightly, as if he had been stabbed by something, his eyes were dark, his eyelids lowered, and the corners of his lips curled silently: "Indeed."

After all, the salaries given by those places with mixed fish and dragons will be higher than ordinary hotel restaurants.

In the past, he needed to survive, but now there is no need to hide that he knows this, and there is no need to hide the innocence and simplicity of his peers.

As soon as Huo Jingshi finished speaking, he immediately regretted it.

The fist resting on the table was clenched.

He always prides himself on being calm and self-restraining, but Xia Xingxing can always make him lose control with a few casual words.

Huo Jingshi was not angry that Xia Xingxing misunderstood him, but after Xia Xingxing misunderstood him, he still tolerated a lot of words, the "I understand" smile in his eyes, and an overly calm attitude.

There was nothing that didn't annoy him, like an unknown fire that was suddenly ignited.

All these are showing the other party's indifference and indifference, such a tolerant and open-minded tone and heartless attitude.

This is far more unbearable than the other party misunderstood him.

"That's not what I meant." Huo Jingshi held back, his lips pursed into a line, "I apologize, you...don't take it to heart."

He pressed his swollen forehead, his tone slowed down, showing helplessness, "But I don't want to hear such words in the future."

"You won't be allowed to live in the annex."

"Don't even think about it."

Xia Xingxing could tell that the other party was really angry, but the boredom in his heart somehow dissipated a lot.

Strange, he blinked and didn't speak.

"Things are not what you think." The man pursed his thin lips, probably because he hadn't experienced such a strong desire to explain, and he seemed unnatural.

"I have never brought anyone back here, and I don't know why he knows the address. I will find out about this matter, but," Huo Jingshi paused, his dark and heavy eyes directly met Shangxia Xingxing's eyes: "If you have anything to do in the future, just ask me directly, don't guess by yourself."

Looking at the other party's eagerness to explain seriously, Xia Xingxing actually felt a little fresh.

There was also a hint of relief that he couldn't figure out why.

"Why are you in a daze?" Huo Jingshi encircled his wrist and shook it, "Did you hear what I said?"

He is explaining here in a hurry, but Xia Xingxing is in a trance, and Huo Jingshi's heart feels stuffy.

"Understood, Mr. Huo." Xia Xingxing shrugged, feeling numb, and blowing away a little lint stuck to his sleeves, but he didn't seem to care much.

Huo Jingshi narrowed his eyes, knowing that he didn't really listen.

My heart was sore and swollen, but there was nothing I could do.

The author says:

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