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Chapter 35 How He Deceived

The man with glasses was defenseless, staggered back a few steps, and hit the wall behind him with a "bang".

Huo Chi didn't care about him, and immediately strode in to look at Qiao Yecheng, looking up and down, "Are you all right? What did he do just now?"

Although it was very inappropriate, Qiao Yecheng still wanted to sigh that the little wolf dog really made people feel safe.

He showed Huo Chi a comforting smile, "It's okay, I just got drunk and struck up a conversation."

With a straight face, Huo Chi lowered his head to look at his wrist. Qiao Yecheng's skin was fair and tender, and there was an obvious red mark on his wrist at this moment.

Qiao Yecheng saw it himself, he frowned, put away his phone and said, "Wait for me, I'll wash my hands."

Huo Chi subconsciously followed him, came to the sink, and watched Qiao Yecheng rinse his wrists vigorously with cold water.

He pursed his lips, his eyes were heavy, and he couldn't help frowning when he thought of the scene he saw when he entered the door just now.

"Why didn't you call me?" Huo Chi's tone was not very good when he spoke.

Qiao Yecheng knew that he was concerned about himself, "I was just about to call you, and you came here, isn't it a coincidence?"

His tone was relaxed, even with a hint of a smile, but Huo Chi's eyes were serious and his brows were furrowed.

He clearly knew that Qiao Yecheng was a boy, and that this was Wang Xu's bar. Even if he didn't show up, nothing would have happened just now, but he still couldn't help thinking about it.

What if not here?What if he hadn't come to Qiao Yecheng?What if no one is around?

With a body as inactive as Qiao Yecheng's, it was impossible for him to be a match for a strong man.

Huo Chi looked down at Qiao Yecheng's red wrist, feeling that he could hold two with one hand.

He turned around and walked out. Qiao Yecheng raised his head to look at him in the mirror. Huo Chi paused, then turned around and said, "Come out later."

The man with glasses was still drunkenly leaning against the wall outside, and when he saw Huo Chi coming out, he immediately raised his finger, "You fucking...why do you do it so casually!"

Huo Chi grabbed his wrist, looked at him with gloomy eyes and asked, "Is this the hand you used just now?"

The man with glasses squinted his eyes and twitched his hands, and found that Huo Chi was so strong that he couldn't break free at all.

He said angrily, "You fucking let go!"

Without saying a word, Huo Chi pressed his hand and slammed it against the wall behind him.

Boom, boom, boom...

It was the muffled sound of bones banging against the wall.

"Fuck..." The man with glasses twisted his expression in pain and struggled, "You fucking..."

Huo Chi suppressed his arm, punched him in the stomach again, and said in a cold voice, "This is what the fuck is called hands-on."

Even Qiao Yecheng could feel how hard this punch was. He felt distressed watching from behind, and quickly stepped forward to hold Huo Chi, and said in a gentle voice, "Okay, Huo Chi, I'm fine, just leave him alone." ,let's go."

Qiao Yecheng's hand was so cold that Huo Chi regained consciousness in an instant, and he took a step back.

The man with glasses immediately bent down covering his stomach, his glasses fell to the ground, and he began to vomit violently when looking at his own glasses.

Wang Xu hurried over when he heard the movement, "What's wrong? If you have something to say, don't hit me...Fuck, what's going on?"

Huo Chi glanced at him, and said flatly, "I'll beat you up if you drink too much and play hooligans."

Wang Xu looked at him in disbelief, "Who are you playing hooligans on?"

Huo Chi didn't make a sound, Wang Xu looked at Qiao Yecheng behind him again, and immediately became angry, "Fuck, good beating, you two go first, leave it to me."

Huo Chi gave a "hmm", pulled Qiao Yecheng and walked out, and Wang Xu could still be heard cursing behind him.

There were a few spectators gathered around the aisle outside, and the two walked through the crowd with their heads down in a tacit understanding, returned to their seats, took their things and left.

Not long after walking out of the bar, Qiao Yecheng immediately stopped and asked, "Is your hand okay? Show me quickly."

Huo Chi felt less irritable after venting his anger, pressed his knuckles and said indifferently: "I'm a beater, what can happen."

Qiao Yecheng took his hand and held it up to look at it, and said in a distressed tone: "It must hurt you to beat him too, you see your joints are all red..."

The surrounding light was too dim, Qiao Yecheng got close to carefully check whether Huo Chi's hand was injured, and almost kissed him from Huo Chi's perspective.

Huo Chi lowered his head and let him inspect without moving.

Qiao Yecheng's fingertips were cold, but every inch of his skin touched by Qiao Yecheng was hot.

After a while, Qiao Yecheng blew on the back of his hand, "There seems to be a little bit of skin here, does it hurt?"

He wasn't pretending to care about Huo Chi, but he really felt sorry for him. Huo Chi's hands are beautiful. When playing games, when inserting straws, and when holding chopsticks, they are all pleasing to the eye. Qiao Yecheng doesn't want his hands to be hurt because of him .

Huo Chi's fingertips trembled, and it felt like Qiao Yecheng's breath was blowing along his arm to his chest. Before his brain had time to react, he had already closed his palms and held Qiao Yecheng's fingertips in his hand inside.

Qiao Yecheng raised his head and looked at him with some doubts. Huo Chi didn't let it go, and he didn't let it go. After a moment of silence, he said, "It doesn't hurt, your hands are too cold."

Qiao Yecheng laughed instantly, shook his hand and said coquettishly: "I also think that I took too long in the cold water just now, please help me warm up."

Huo Chi had no choice but to wrap his hands around Qiao Yecheng's fingertips and rub them. He felt that they were too ambiguous. Since Qiao Yecheng is bisexual, shouldn't he avoid suspicion?

But after thinking about it, he is a straight man, and Qiao Yecheng would not be with him even if he was bisexual, so there is no need to avoid suspicion.

Huo Chi didn't want to think about these messy things anymore, he found a topic and asked Qiao Yecheng, "Did you often encounter this kind of thing before?"

Qiao Yecheng didn't want to make him worry on purpose, so he told the truth, "Not often, only occasionally, but it's okay, I'm still a boy, and they won't do anything if they don't agree."

He scratched Huo Chi's palm lightly, and said with a smile: "Don't think about it, I'm quite happy today, let's go back."

Huo Chi stared at Qiao Yecheng's expression for a moment, "Are you a little drunk?"

"Is there?" Qiao Yecheng smirked at him, pretending to be seven-point drunk, "Maybe a little bit~"

His ending sound was light and fluttering, Huo Chi chuckled, "Is this a little bit?"

Qiao Yecheng really likes Huo Chi's smile like this, as if he is helpless and tolerant of his boyfriend, but Huo Chi is obviously three years younger than him.

He shook Huo Chi's hand, "I don't know..."

Huo Chi raised his hand and pressed the brim of his hat, "Don't come to the bar by yourself in the future."

The two took a taxi and sat in the back seat together. Qiao Yecheng leaned his head on Huo Chi's shoulder shortly after getting in the car.

Huo Chi turned his head to look at him, but only touched his soft hair.

Qiao Yecheng hugged Huo Chi's arm, grabbed Huo Chi's hand, and rubbed against his shoulder like a kitten, and said in a soft and soft voice: "Huo Chi, I'm so dizzy, Wang Xu Didn't he say he wouldn't get drunk, how could he lie..."

Huo Chi's Adam's apple twitched, and he turned his head to look out the window, feeling a little dizzy too.

He can drink so well that he has never been drunk. Wang Xu's bar does not sell fake bars.

The author says:

Wang Xu: It's numb, are these two people sick? Who is lying?