why the middle and lower

The sea of ​​clouds outside the porthole of the plane is picturesque.

People looking out of the window didn't think about eating or drinking, coughing continuously.

"What's the matter with you, are you sick?" Duan Xiaojue stretched out his hand to his forehead, and he really had a fever.

"Did I tell you that if you are exhausted all day long, your body will break down sooner or later," Duan Xiaojue shouted loudly.

"I don't think you should go to Argentina. You don't even care about yourself. Do you still care about others?"

The other party clenched his hand: "I'm fine, don't make a fuss about it."

"When have you been sick? Now that you are sick, it is a very serious matter."

"Who are you? You are He Xu, the president of He Da who covers the sky with one hand, and He Shi wants you to support him. Once you relax and play with your feelings, you will personally destroy the foundation created in the first half of your life."

"do not talk……"

"Or do you want to hand over He Shi to your half-brother?"

"Duan Xiaojue!"

"I don't know what is the relationship between you and the person you want to find," Duan Xiaojue's tone softened a little, "but it's not worth it for you to do this for him."

"It's not what you think," He Xu closed his eyes wearily, and raised his head slightly, "I have no feelings, men are just a pastime to me."

Duan Xiaojue gritted his teeth and stood up: "I'll get you a wet towel, you'd better not let anyone see your current appearance."

Half asleep and half awake, He Xu leaned against Duan Xiaojue's shoulder, and his warm breath sprayed on his neck.

"What are you laughing at?" Duan Xiaojue murmured, his neck was itchy instantly.

The other party didn't answer him.

He showed a rare shy expression: "I haven't been intimate with anyone for a long time, isn't it natural to react? Just laugh at me, knowing how much I want to love you."

Seeing that the other party was still silent, he grabbed his hand.Duan Xiaojue is the only one who can see the fragile appearance of this man who couldn't ask for more, how could he not burn himself?

"Just use your hands," he said, "and you won't lose."

"...One day you, Duan Xiaojue, will also fall ill," He Xu finally said, "I will never let you have an easy time."

……

He Xu slept for a long time, and received a call from He Yan as soon as he got off the plane.

"Brother, why did you hit me?"

"...Are you having nightmares again?" He Xu's cough had subsided, but his tone was still weak.

"Look at me, I look so fierce, hit me hard, you want me to die," sobbing came from the other end of the phone.

"..."

"Brother, I want you to say that you hate me, hate me, and wish for me to die. You only tolerated me because of my identity. If it wasn't for the shares in my hand, you wouldn't look at me. "

"It was just a dream," He Xu could only comfort him verbally, if someone were in front of him now, he would definitely make him speechless.

"You hit me so badly, I was so scared that I had nowhere to run."

"I won't hit you."

"If you hit it, you hit it. I stretched out my hand to block it, but you still didn't stop."

"I don't want to hear you say these stupid things anymore. I'm busy now. I'll talk about it when I have something to say."

"elder brother……"

The other end of the phone hung up with a beep.

He Yan curled up even tighter, and Lu Yu, who heard the cry, came in, timidly climbed onto the bed, and lay behind him.

"What are you doing here?" He Yan kicked him down.

Lu Yu climbed up reluctantly, and leaned on him carefully.

He Yan ruthlessly pushed him to the ground again, "Are you deaf, can't you hear what I said?"

After coming down several times, Lu Yu fell asleep lying on the ground in pain.

The floor was quite cold just after the season changed, so He Yan woke up in the middle of the night and hugged him to the bed.Due to the sudden warmth and comfort, the expression on Lu Yu's face became much clearer.

The two hugged each other unknowingly, warming each other and getting what they needed.

In another corner of the earth, there is a person who is enduring greater pain.

"Are you climbing or not, slave?" the slovenly man growled, "You can't even learn the first step, how are you going to serve your master?"