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On Valentine's Day, He Qiao was looking at documents at the company.

Staring at the computer continuously for two or three hours is unbearable for most people.In the past, he would get up and walk around, but today he sat there abnormally, hardly even taking a sip of water.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was the busiest night view of Linjiang, with huge advertisements of commercial banks scrolling back and forth on the outer wall.When the laughter of the last group of subordinates outside the door faded away, the area fell into a depressing silence.

The mobile phone on the table is persistently vibrating.

hum...

hum...

At the seventh sound, he took off his glasses and closed his eyes for a while, sighing quietly and tiredly.

You don't even need to look to know who hit it.

Boys in their early twenties have so many hormones that they can overflow, and they always like to turn their mobile phones hot when they are in a relationship, regardless of whether the other party is busy or not.

Forget it, take it.

Just as he was about to pick up his phone, there was a knock on the door.He answered the voice, then got up and walked to the French window.

Special assistant Zhou Peiyuan has not left work yet.

For the work style of his boss, he has long been used to it in the past six years.But today... He Qiao's refusal to leave work doesn't seem to be because of work.

"It's all calling me." He raised his phone and smiled at the boss's back, "If you pick it up at least once, size is life, so don't be so anxious."

He Qiao remained silent, and the reflection on the glass looked indifferent.

Zhou Peiyuan sighed silently, saying in his heart that every quarrel would lead to a cold war, and a 30-year-old would revert back to his youth somehow.Just as he was about to force the phone into it, the dark screen suddenly lit up——

"Tell brother Qiao for me that if he doesn't come back, I will run away from home and pack up my luggage."

This text message has the micro-expression of that person, and the tone of voice is also vivid between the words.Zhou Peiyuan showed it to him, and said in a narrow tone, "Look at what you've forced them into. In my opinion, go back quickly. The old saying is good, fight at the head of the bed..."

The second half of the sentence was stopped by He Qiao Duanning's eyes.

"It's over." Zhou Peiyuan made a zipper movement on his mouth, and smiled while retreating, "I'm going to drive, you hurry up and get down."

Back to the outskirts of the city, there are few people on the road, and the shadows of trees are dancing on both sides of the road.

"Enter through the east gate." He Qiao rarely spoke.

It was the side door next to the little garden, and the one farthest from the garage.Zhou Peiyuan was a little confused about the intention of these words, so he slowed down the car and glanced through the rearview mirror.He Qiao, who was sitting in the back row, was as quiet as a painting. At first glance, he seemed to be resting with his eyes closed, but his left hand was silently rubbing the root of the ring finger of his right hand.

There is no ring there, so what are you touching?Zhou Peiyuan was puzzled.

As soon as the car drove in, there was a faint bang, bang sound.The car window was lowered, and He Qiao in the back seat slowly opened his eyes, his eyes looking out were as cool as having been washed by water.

When they got near the small garden, the voice became clearer.

"stop."

Stopping the car, Zhou Peiyuan was very polite and didn't say a word.

He Qiao turned his gaze to an open space not far away.In fact, it is not accurate to say that there is an open space. It was originally paved with grass, but it was only changed into a basketball court last year.

Someone is playing in the dark.The young man in white single-hook short-sleeves is full of energy, and his calves are thin and stylish under loose basketball shorts.

"It's so late, our young master is still playing, you're bored of waiting." Zhou Peiyuan turned his head, just as a cold wind blew by, he shrank his neck like a conditioned reflex.

He Qiao looked at the man, frowning slightly.

Although it is already the beginning of spring, but after sweating like this and then being blown by the wind, if it is not done well, you will catch a cold and have a fever.Just as he was about to get off the car, he heard a loud shout——

"Fang Shaoyang!"

Someone dressed in clothes rushed over aggressively, and scolded his head and face: "What time is it, the whole family can hear you smashing baskets here, it doesn't matter if you are young, are we old people still not resting?!"

"I'm sorry uncle, I didn't check the time."

From He Qiao's point of view, Fang Shaoyang lowered his head slightly, grasping the ball with his fingers spread out, trying to make an apologetic gesture.But he could fool others, but he couldn't fool He Qiao. Without even thinking about it, He Qiao knew that he must be unconvinced at this moment.

"Hurry up and go to sleep! Don't think that you can be lawless if your brother-in-law is not here. Let me tell you, my sister is still there, and I am! The Fang family still can't get your turn now... You are not educated..."

Hearing the last three words, Fang Shaoyang raised his head abruptly.

"Why, are you still not convinced by what the elders said to you? After all, you were not raised in Fang's family since you were a child. If you are uneducated, you are uneducated. After ten years of studying, you will not be able to compare with your elder brother!"

Zhou Peiyuan couldn't take it anymore: "I'll try to persuade him, Yuanjiang really regards himself as Fang's family during this period, who can get Joe with a man with a foreign surname?"

"Wait." He Qiao sat quietly.

In the dense night, a tall and straight figure was reflected on the concrete floor.As expected, Fang Shaoyang was really unconvinced, he took a step closer and was very intimidating, his silhouette was as stubborn as a high wall.

"You're right, I'm not as good as my elder brother." The ball was thrown out forcefully, and it slammed into the basket with a bang, "It's a pity that my elder brother is dead, and now my father only has me as a son."

"you--!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around to pick up the ball, and took pictures leisurely: "Before my father was discharged from the hospital, I was the only person in this family surnamed Fang. Uncle Duan, am I right?"

The surname is added in front of the title, which is self-evident to emphasize.Zhou Peiyuan raised his eyebrows and smiled: "This kid is really not a soft persimmon."

He Qiao looked away.

Now that things have calmed down, there is no need to show up.After going upstairs, he didn't rush to change clothes, but stood by the window and watched quietly for a while.

Just shooting the ball, not even shooting the basket, in fact, there is nothing interesting.

After a quarter of an hour, Fang Shaoyang finally lost his composure.Just as I was about to make another phone call, I suddenly saw a familiar figure on the curtain, and immediately rushed upstairs in three steps and two sounds.

He Qiao saw it, but didn't turn around.The footsteps behind him were getting closer and clearer, and he was thrown from behind and hugged into his arms.

"Why did you just come back?"

Hormone-filled sweat stained his neck, and He Qiao felt uncomfortable, so he struggled for a while, but was hugged even tighter, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

"release."

"Not loose." Fang Shaoyang rested his chin on his shoulder, and his Adam's apple rolled when he spoke.

He Qiao turned his face to the other side: "I'm sweating all over, go change clothes."

"Let's go later." Fang Shaoyang seemed particularly willing to let him get his own sweat, rubbing his hot neck against his suit, "I didn't answer your calls or text messages, I was so angry for a day Are you still angry? You said that I have nothing to do with that girl, why are you so jealous..."

He Qiao didn't want to hear it, so he turned his head and glanced at him, his eyes were warm and cold: "It doesn't mean that the luggage is packed, where is it?"

Fang Shaoyang was choked, and tilted his chin with his neck stuck: "There."

"where?"

"There."

"Where the hell?"

"...by the bed."

He Qiao shook his head inwardly, preventing himself from continuing this childish conversation.Turning around, he saw a black suitcase standing at the end of the bed, his heart skipped a beat, and he asked, "Since it's packed, why don't you leave?"

As soon as the words came out, the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

He Qiao felt his arms stiffen slightly, and then he was picked up by the waist, and fell straight onto the bed behind him.During the movement, he swept his feet to the end of the bed, and the suitcase fell to the ground, obviously empty.

"Why are you like this? You still choked me with words on Valentine's Day, and you can't say anything nice?" Sweaty chest pressed against him, covering his eyes from sight, "After arguing with you yesterday, I feel so bad I can’t even eat it, and I’m still hungry, if you don’t believe me touch it.”

Fang Shaoyang lifted up the T-shirt by himself, took his hand and touched his flat abdominal muscles, his bright eyes were still staring at his reaction.He Qiao tilted his head, and the glasses on the bridge of his nose were taken off again.

"Don't make trouble." His vision was a little blurred, and everything in front of him seemed even more ambiguous.

"Would you feel bad if I was really starving to death?"

He indifferently avoided that stubborn gaze: "There is nothing to be distressed about."

No prospects.

Such a small thing can't eat, and starving to death saves social resources, which is a good deed for others and oneself.

Fang Shaoyang rushed over and bit the tip of his nose, looking very fierce, but his teeth were soft: "Okay, you expect me to die, right? He Qiao, let me tell you, I haven't made a will for your husband yet, I'm dead The Fang family is not yours either."

"Ok, I know."

"If you know it, hurry up and curry favor with me, treat me better."

Being so entangled by him, He Qiao raised his leg and kicked his crotch, which was so hard that it hurt his feet.

"Murder your husband!" Fang Shaoyang hissed and gasped, turning his face to look directly at himself.It was supposed to be a serious crusade, but seeing the faint smile in his eyes, he suddenly couldn't say a word again.

I laughed, just... not angry anymore?

He Qiao also felt strange, wasn't he still very irritable just now, why did he stop suddenly?

The two of them stared at each other quietly, their slow and even breath brushing over each other's faces.

Fang Shaoyang couldn't figure out what he was thinking, he just felt that he had only been separated for a day, and he seemed to miss him so much that he couldn't get it out of his eyes.

Really.

He lowered his head and buried his face in He Qiao's neck: "Where is my gift?"

He Qiao asked, "What gift?"

He raised his head again: "Valentine's Day gift, don't you forget it?"

This is the first Valentine's Day after the two are together, which is barely a big day.However, He Qiao has always treated people coldly, except for the Spring Festival, there is nothing he can do about it.

"Well, I forgot."

Fang Shaoyang's stunned eyes met He Qiao's.The eyes that were still shining just now dimmed little by little, sadness was wrapped in disappointment, the two tendons connected to the temples moved, and then his expression slowly collapsed.

He Qiao's heart felt like being poked by a needle, but it wasn't heavy.

"Sorry, I've been too busy lately."

Fang Shaoyang clenched his hands into fists, took a few low breaths, and his chest rose and fell.Then he turned over abruptly and sat down on the edge of the bed, without saying a word.

The room was brightly lit, and the large sweat stain on his back was very obvious, and the T-shirt was wetly stuck to his skin.

"I've already prepared a gift for you." The voice was also muffled.

"What is it?"

"But I don't want to give it to you now."

"Then don't give it."

The corners of He Qiao's mouth curled up slightly, and he lowered his head to untie the cuff buttons, but was thrown down like a tiger.

"I want a gift."

"I owe you first, and make up later."

"No." Fang Shaoyang unbuttoned his clothes impatiently with both hands, "You can owe the rest first, and give you to me first tonight."

The night is cold as water.

The slightly cold wind blows in from the unclosed window, and He Qiao felt cold after taking off his shirt, so he hugged Fang Shaoyang who was sweating tightly...