On the wedding day, he was taken away by his scumbag ex

Chapter 6 006 [Chapter Memory]

Huo Qing let him look at him: "It's okay."

Shu Yicheng was worried, so he had to check clearly by himself, up, down, left, right, and right, not letting go of any position visible to the naked eye.

I spared no effort to look at the person to ensure that there was no injury, and then my shoulders slowly relaxed. I retracted my arms and wiped the fine beads of sweat from my forehead: "I was scared to death."

Scared me too.

Huo Qing suddenly wanted to hug Shu Yicheng.

He thought so, and he did.

A very light and short hug, like a gesture in social etiquette.

He said, "Thank you."

The person was caught, and the form and method of committing the crime could be clarified through modern technical means, but the two suspects said that they saw that the car driven by Huo Qing was valuable, and thought of stealing something valuable from his house, but the safe was empty. He didn't see a dime, and was almost beaten to death by Shu Yicheng.

Huo Qing knew that this was an excuse, and because the theft was unsuccessful, the punishment would not be severe.

But the current evidence can only go so far.

He returned home with a human tail attached to his back.

In order to help him avenge, Shu Yicheng beat those two people so badly that he was killed himself, so he couldn't ignore him out of emotion and reason.

It was early morning after treating the wound, both of them were exhausted, Huo Qing tidied up the guest room and left Shu Yicheng to stay.

A quiet night.

The next day, the two finished their breakfast together and parted ways downstairs, neither of them mentioned what happened last night.

After coming back from get off work at night, Shu Yicheng was already waiting downstairs, so he asked, "How is the wound?"

"A little injury, just sleep and it will be fine." Shu Yicheng pointed to his feet, "I'll stay with you for a few days."

Shu Yicheng has his own explanation.

"The two people there were obviously prepared yesterday, and they were just pawns. Now that they have been arrested, the mastermind behind the scenes is likely to trouble you again."

Huo Qing tried to explain: "I can find a security company..."

"No." Shu Yicheng smoked a cigarette, thought about it, didn't light it, and put it back, "The other party's situation is unknown, it's best not to find someone who is not familiar with the details."

Huo Qing's lips moved, not knowing what to say.

In fact, he could go back to his parents' place, with [-]/[-] security, and there would be no problems, but Huo Feng didn't agree with him to help out at his friend's company. If he knew about this, he would not want to go back for nothing.

What's more, it's really unreasonable for such a big person to let his parents worry about him.

As for the security company, as Shu Yicheng said, there are various inconveniences.

Shu Yicheng picked up the thin luggage bag, and walked in front: "Only if I look at you can I feel at ease."

It looked very natural, as if returning to my own home.

Huo Qing laughed dumbfounded, and followed silently.

After what happened yesterday, he didn't refuse Shu Yicheng very much.

Anyway, his house is very big, so it's no problem to live in one more person.

After the two showered separately, Huo Qing took out his mobile phone and prepared to order takeaway: "What do you want to eat?"

"Whatever." Shu Yicheng walked around the room with his hands behind his back, "You just eat takeaway at night?"

"I'm not sure when I'll be back, so it's inconvenient to find someone to cook."

"Eating takeaway often is not good for your health."

"I don't eat it often, occasionally." I often go back to Chen Su's for dinner, and occasionally have an appointment with friends, or go out to settle. He has average dietary requirements, clean and hygienic, and only needs to fill his stomach.

Shu Yicheng came over to watch with him.

"This is too much oil."

"Eating this at night is not good for digestion."

"The pasta was all mushy when it was delivered."

“This place has a very low rating.”

Shu Yicheng pinched his nose to pick and choose, picky like a living bullshit.

Huo Qing: "..."

"Don't order, I'll cook."

Huo Qing had tasted his cooking, not to mention impeccable, but also very good, better than him anyway, but: "There is no food here."

"Get something simple, don't eat too much at night."

The kitchen is well-decorated, with all kitchen utensils and supplies. The owner probably didn't even look at it. Everything is hung with a tag, which can be seen as a lesson.

Shu Yicheng searched around the kitchen, and managed to find a small bag of flour that was about to expire, other than that, there was not even a hair.

He glanced at Huo Qing who was poking around outside the kitchen in surprise: "I'm going downstairs to buy something."

When I came back, I had a shopping bag in my hand.

Huo Qing helped to take out the things one by one.

Noodles, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and a clove of garlic.

He didn't know anything about cooking, so he stood silently by and watched.

Boil the water, put the noodles into the pot, chop the peeled garlic when they are ripe, wait for the noodles to roll, turn off the heat and wait for a while, put the noodles into two large bowls, sprinkle with garlic, and heat the oil in the pot.

With two sounds of "噗味噗味", the strong and attractive garlic fragrance permeated and filled the kitchen.

Huo Qing was not very hungry at first, but now he moved his index finger, and he and Shu Yicheng each picked up a bowl and sat down at the dining table to eat.

While eating, Huo Qing remembered Shu Yicheng's work and asked him why he resigned.

Shu Yicheng: "I'm not used to leaving early and returning late, and I don't like the atmosphere of that company."

Huo Qing was very puzzled: "Isn't it a pity that you came back because of this job?"

"It's nothing to be sorry about. There's so much work, there's no shortage of one." Shu Yicheng picked up a few noodles and bit them off leisurely, "I have more important things to do now."

Huo Qing nodded and didn't ask any more questions. People have the right to choose their own way of life: "Go to bed early after eating."

The next day was Saturday, Huo Qing got up a little later, when he was having breakfast with Shu Yicheng, Shu Yicheng asked: "Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah." He yawned again, "It's very late after reading the documents."

"Very important document?"

"Not really." I just got used to it, and didn't want to close my eyes until that time.

Shu Yicheng shook his head in disapproval: "This is not good for your health."

Huo Qing naturally understands this kind of truth, and he can also listen to Shu Yicheng's persuasion, but the habit that has been developed for a long time cannot be quit in a few days.

At night, the time on the upper right corner of the tablet turned into four duck eggs. Huo Qing was still not sleepy, so he continued to watch.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, thump, thud, soft, very rhythmic in the dead of night.

Huo Qing thought something was wrong, motioned him to open the door, and when Shu Yicheng's face appeared, he asked, "What happened?"

"It's [-]:[-]." Shu Yicheng asked him ignorantly, "It's already the second day, why aren't you sleeping?"

"Not sleepy, just sleep in a while."

Shu Yicheng stood still beside the bed, and asked seriously: "Are these things urgent?"

"No."

"It's late now, see you tomorrow."

Huo Qing couldn't laugh or cry: "I don't feel sleepy now."

"Many people who stay up late think this way, but they are wrong. Over time, they will fall asleep later and later." Shu Yicheng took the tablet away with one hand, and pressed Huo Qing's shoulder with the other, "Sleep."

Huo Qing had already discovered that Shu Yicheng had great strength, so pressing him like this would not cause pain, but it was also difficult to break free.

He tried to communicate friendly, but when he raised his head, he almost hit Shu Yicheng's chin, and froze immediately.

Shu Yicheng didn't know when to bend down, at this moment, he was only a few centimeters away from his face.

Intertwined eyelashes, black and deep pupils, perfectly shaped eyes, and—reflected in them, himself with his mouth slightly open.

Shu Yicheng's breathing was heavy and slow, and his voice was very soft, like a breath coming from his chest, with a half-true hallucination: "Good night."

Huo Qing was pushed onto the bed like this.

Shu Yicheng covered him with the quilt and dimmed the bedside lamp: "Stop looking at the documents, please?"

How could he say "no" in this situation?

Shu Yicheng walked to the door and turned around again, confirming that he had no intention of getting up, and then slowly closed the door.

With his departure, that delicate atmosphere dissipated in sevens and eighties.

But that kind of feeling seems to have magical power, and it emits a different kind of breath silently, with a confused aftertaste, lingering around.

Huo Qing bent his knees and shrank into the bed, thinking of an incident in college.

When I was a sophomore, a boy in the same grade claimed that he fell in love with him at first sight, and that he had been identified with him for the rest of his life, and started a fierce pursuit.

That boy was tall, handsome, gentle, chatted with him, invited him to eat, bought him medicine when he was sick, brought him an umbrella when it rained, and did everything he could.

Huo Qing refused many times, but he remained the same. Many students who knew the truth said that Huo Qing had found a treasure.

Until one day, he and his classmates went to the mall to buy a mobile phone, and saw that boy and a beautiful girl holding hands and eating an ice cream together.

If you don't love, there will be no sadness and sadness. After so long, you have almost forgotten it.

But every time I think of that feeling of being split, my scalp tingles.

At that time, the classmate sighed meaningfully: "How beautiful others look, but the inside is actually a mess." Deep like a philosopher.

At that time, Huo Qing suddenly felt that love, which is always associated with beautiful words, was not pure.

The world is vast, time is deep, too many dazzling things occupy the sight, temptations emerge in endlessly, and no one can guarantee anything.

Huo Qing is not naive enough to ask for "forever", but as long as he thinks about this level, things like love become dull.

This was also one of the reasons why he refused to help Shu Yicheng at the beginning.

He didn't even feel interested in his own feelings, let alone meddling with other people's.

However, judging from Shu Yicheng's follow-up reaction and attitude, the staring at each other was just a natural reaction, and it didn't mean anything.

Huo Qing turned over, laughed secretly at his "sentimentality", closed his eyes and lay down quietly, and soon fell asleep.

The second day, the third day.

0:23, 30:23, [-]:[-]...

For several days in a row, Shu Yicheng would knock on the door of the master bedroom, half an hour earlier each day than the day before.

Shu Yicheng: "Go to bed before eleven o'clock."

Unless there was something urgent to deal with, he would repeat his old trick, half forcing and half coaxing Huo Qing to sleep.

Huo Qing went from ignorance on the first day to helplessness on the second day to acceptance on the third day.

So much so that on the fourth day, just after eleven o'clock, he fell asleep spontaneously.

Facts have proved that what "can't sleep" is a hole he dug for himself, it is a biological clock that he forcibly changed with long-term self-hypnosis and indulgence.

Forced to go to bed early for a week, Huo Qing was much more energetic, and the frequency of drinking coffee in the company dropped sharply.

For this, Huo Qing invited Shu Yicheng to dinner.