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"I didn't say anything, you shouldn't ask me about this kind of thing, you should ask him, ask Jiang Sizhen—"

"For emotional matters, it's better for the parties to discuss in person." Manager Liu said on the other end of the phone, "I don't care about your personal affairs, but the clarification must be sent to me quickly..."

"Okay." He Qingyang replied dejectedly, like a large dog that has done something wrong.

Manager Liu was hesitant to speak, but in the end he just said: "If you really want to fall in love, be careful, don't let anyone find out!"

Although He Qingyang and Jiang Sizhen are not the top players in the league, they are unique in the traffic of Heizi. Recently, such an unreasonable relationship broke out, and the pressure of public opinion on the Internet can be imagined.

"I can communicate with RY, and you have to be mentally prepared." Manager Liu kindly reminded him, and then hung up the phone. He was so busy now that he didn't have time to comfort He Qingyang, a trouble-making little bastard.

He Qingyang turned over on the bed, and his parents' phone calls made him have a splitting headache.

He frantically turned off his mobile phone, threw it aside, and cursed in a low voice: "What the hell is this?"

……

Jiang Xuan came out of the room with ease, with oil stains from fried dough sticks still remaining on his mouth.

He hummed a little tune in a good mood, and walked towards the gate of the hotel.

"Jiang Xuan—" the innkeeper suddenly stopped him and asked, "Who was that young man who was with your brother yesterday..."

"He Qingyang." Jiang Xuan reminded him kindly.

"Yeah!" The boss slapped his thigh, "That's the name."

"Are your brother and this He Qingyang some kind of e-sports players? They seem to have been on the hot search a while ago... You said you, Uncle Yang, can I ask them for an autograph?"

The humming of the tune came to an abrupt end, Jiang Xuan turned to look at Uncle Yang who was full of embarrassment, and asked in surprise, "Uncle Yang, you also know about e-sports?"

"No, no, no," Uncle Yang waved his hands repeatedly, "I don't know about that stuff. I just saw that your brother and the others were trending, and I think autographs should be worth a little money..."

"It's worthless." Jiang Xuan smiled with his lips curled up, his eyes were dark, "Jiang Sizhen's signature is not worth much."

"Maybe, I can ask him to ask for Wolf Fang's autograph, that will be worth the money."

"You want Langya's signature?" Jiang Sizhen just went to the bureau to look at Jiang's father. He was still washing clothes at this time, his hands were soaked red. Hearing this, he raised his eyes and looked at his half-brother. , said, "I don't know him well."

"I'm talking about playing." Jiang Xuan pulled a small bench and squatted down next to Jiang Sizhen, and asked, "How is that idiot in the game?"

"If you eat and drink, you won't die." Jiang Sizhen picked up his clothes and wrung them vigorously, and the cold water splashed everywhere. "No matter how you say it, he is still your father. At least show some respect."

"Oh." Jiang Xuan moved the small bench away from Jiang Sizhen, wiped the water splashed on his face, and then said hippie, "Stop talking about him, talk about something else."

"He Qingyang likes you, do you know that?"

Jiang Sizhen paused as he twisted his clothes: "Jiang Xuan, you should play tricks to a degree. Today is not April Fool's Day."

His tone was even and steady, and there was no sign of any emotional fluctuations at all.

Jiang Xuan let out a dull 'tss', and said in a drawn-out tone, "What..."

"You're going to have a baby tomorrow. As a younger brother, I've tried my best to get you out of the singles, but you actually said that to me!"

"..."

"Stop making trouble." Jiang Sizhen hung the clothes on the hanger and smoothed them carefully, "I didn't go back to WG with him, he wished he could kill me."

The black and thin eyelids drooped, and he looked at his hands, the palms were facing up, and the long and thin career line extended all the way to the side of the hand.

His fingers moved slightly, and his frozen fingers could no longer feel the warmth of typing on the keyboard.

"Go and deliver his meal tonight, I still have something to do." Jiang Sizhen took out a hundred yuan bill from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Xuan.

"Who are you giving food to? That idiot|pussy dad?" Jiang Xuan whistled, winked at him, and smiled ambiguously, "I understand, I understand, you don't want to spend your coming-of-age ceremony with us, you just want to Live with your 'Brother Yang', right?"

Jiang Sizhen didn't answer him, it was a tacit consent.

"Then I wish you a happy marriage for a hundred years." Jiang Xuan raised the red note in his hand to him, and offered his sincere blessings.

When picking up the phone from the table, Jiang Sizhen only felt a burst of heat.The cold palm was quickly warmed, and he almost wondered if his phone was going to explode, and why it was so hot.

Fingerprint unlocked and slid open the lock screen, and he once again enjoyed the much-anticipated treatment.

The phone didn't explode, but the private message did.

Soon, Jiang Sizhen's heart was about to explode.

……

When the knock on the door rang, He Qingyang was still lying on the bed pretending to be a dead body, and the charging treasure was flickering red light by the pillow.

"Who?!" He shouted impatiently towards the door, stepping on the heels of his sneakers and walking slowly to open the door.

"it's me."

The hand pulling the doorknob stopped, and the breathing in his chest could be clearly heard in the suddenly quiet room.

"...Jiang Sizhen."

He Qingyang arched his back against the door and asked, "What are you doing here? Your room is on the right."

"...we need to talk."

"I refuse—I don't think we have anything to talk about—" When the photo on Weibo was exposed, He Qingyang felt that there was no need for him to talk to Jiang Sizhen anymore.

It's just like that, not only a waste of time, but also a waste of emotion.

"We have to talk." Jiang Sizhen seemed to be deaf and didn't hear his refusal, and he still stubbornly repeated this sentence to him.

There was a stalemate like this for about 5 minutes, but He Qingyang still couldn't hold his breath, pushed the door open, and warned in a vicious voice: "You better really have something to talk to me about."

Jiang Sizhen obediently followed He Qingyang into the house.Before He Qingyang closed the door, he cautiously took a few glances into the corridor.

"You didn't follow any reporters behind you this time, did you?"

Jiang Sizhen shook his head, his lips twitched, "I, I... I'm really sorry."

"If an apology is useful, why do you need the police?!" He Qingyang sat on the chair boldly, looking like he was interrogating the prisoner, "Why did you release the photo—"

He Qingyang saw Jiang Sizhen's eyes widen in panic, and he anxiously defended himself.

"I didn't post it, I don't know anything at all!"

"Oh, is that so?" He Qingyang obviously didn't believe it.

"I really didn't find it, I really didn't find someone to take that photo..."

Jiang Sizhen was tired of hearing those few words over and over again.

"Isn't the reporter you were looking for?" He Qingyang frowned, and he found that Jiang Sizhen really lied to him as an idiot, "Then why did you suddenly say no to me that day?"

He Qingyang closed his eyes, and when he mentioned the word 'Kuu Wu', he could always recall that boring and violent Kou Wu.That's not talking, it's more like a psychological game on the tip of a knife.

He pressed down a little throbbing in his heart, and continued, "Didn't you threaten me with your mouth for the 30——"

He Qingyang's lips were sealed, and Jiang Sizhen swallowed all the remaining cynicism.

A very old-fashioned, old-fashioned plot, but it happened so realistically between the two of them.

Jiang Sizhen closed his eyes, his eyelids were trembling slightly, but his lips were hot and hot, as if there was a stream of magma surging in it, which made He Qingyang tremble all over.

Jiang Sizhen suddenly pressed his tongue against He Qingyang's lips, very lightly, very restrained, very gentle, so fast that He Qingyang thought it was his own illusion.

"You—" He finally came back to his senses, pushed Jiang Sizhen away, and wiped his lips fiercely with the back of his hand.

Although he has verbally accepted the fact that he might like Jiang Sizhen, but physically he is still a little unbelievable and uncomfortable with it.

"I don't mean anything else," Jiang Sizhen stared at him with his translucent black pupils, and said slowly, "I don't want you just because I like you."

"I really like it very much."

[The author has something to say: Leif is an adult, and I want to do something big]

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