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"What are you still following us for? It's been a whole day, are you tired?" Zheng Yijun turned his head and roared as he walked in.

He Xu stretched out his hand to hold the door, and followed closely behind.

"Do you think this is your home, and you come as soon as you say?" Zheng Yijun was forced to lean against the wall, his eyes widened.

Wei Feng lay on the sofa with his head in his hands, idly lying on the sofa, watching the two flirt with each other.

He Xu unbuttoned the first button of his suit jacket, and said slowly: "There is one last item we haven't talked about, the loss sharing method."

As soon as Zheng Yijun heard the word loss, the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously: "How could it be possible to lose money? There is no need to talk about this item."

The other party continued to unbutton the buttons. After unbuttoning the jacket, he went to unbutton the shirt again, "Don't talk about it? Is it really going to be a loss, and the Chia Tai Group is fully responsible?"

Zheng Yijun had no choice but to reply bravely: "That's right! Mr. He can leave after the talk is over?" He pointed to the door and gave the order to evict the guest.

However, He Xu took off his clothes, revealing his strong and muscular lines.

"What are you doing? Are you still hanging on?"

"Stay overnight, it's not convenient for me to go back," He Xu said, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Zheng Yijun turned his head and complained to Wei Feng: "Brother, do you think he is a strange person? We obviously don't like him so much, but he still wants to get him a ring that is exactly the same?"

"He's taken a fancy to you," Wei Feng said casually.

"Did he see me? Why did he see me? Did I wink at him, or something else? Didn't I make it obvious enough? I hate him before it's too late."

"The more you hate him, the more he likes you."

"..." These words reminded Zheng Yijun of all the troubles he had made with brother Wei Feng in the past, so he silently closed his mouth.

On the other side of the city, He Yan walked out of the bathroom humming a song wrapped in a towel, and found the man in uniform sitting on the bed that he was thinking of.

"Why are you here?" He Yan let go of his hand, and the towel slid to the floor.

Wei Xiaoyun hurried over and squatted down, helped him pick it up and rewrapped it.

"Your brother said you wanted to see me," Wei Xiaoyun looked at him with gentle eyes.

Unexpectedly, the face of the other party changed: "Who said I want to see you, the person I don't want to see is you."

Wei Xiaoyun was extremely aggrieved after hearing this, and she couldn't hold back her words in a moment of excitement: "What's wrong with me? What did I do to make you dislike me so much? You have to have a limit if you make trouble."

He Yan pouted and refused to say another word.

Wei Xiaoyun calmed down a little: "Put on your clothes first, I won't go back tonight, I'll stay here with you."

Seeing that the other party was still silent, Wei Xiaoyun had no choice but to take the pajamas on the bed and put them on patiently.

"You said that you are not a child anymore, and you want me to help you wear your clothes?"

The other party "hummed" him, and there was no more word.

"I heard from your brother that your father canceled your engagement. It seems that something happened at the auction and there was a commotion," Wei Xiaoyun pulled He Yan and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"You should be happy now, why are you still frowning?" He raised his hand and pinched He Yan's face, and then went to pinch his chin after he finished.

The hand was slapped away by the congratulatory words, "Don't touch me, why do you come to me if you don't like me?"

"I don't like you?" Wei Xiaoyun looked puzzled, "Who did you listen to? Why don't I like you?"

"You said it yourself, you told people in the army that you don't like men."

Wei Xiaoyun took a deep breath at this moment: "You came to look for me in the army?"