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"You're jealous," Gu Qing said, rubbing his chin. "He thinks you don't want him anymore. It's not me who said that, but you also rekindled your old love too quickly. You won't have to add a stepmother to Chen Xing next month."
"Chris and I have an agreement. This is just a short-lived affair. Is it because Chen Xing doesn't like it, that I should abstain from sex for the rest of my life?" Lin Xiucheng replied rationally.
Gu Qing, a banana man, agreed with Lin Xiucheng in his heart. He asked, "What about Chen Xing?"
"Let him go, what kind of temper." Lin Xiucheng said, returning to the room and continuing to sleep.
He consciously doted on Chen Xing, and it was not such a doting method. Lin Xiucheng's private life could not tolerate others' interference. Christina was lying on the bed, saw him come in, and asked him what he was doing, he leaned over to give her a short kiss, and lay back on the bed absentmindedly.
Lin Xiucheng said that he would go with Chen Xing, but Gu Qing was worried.
He is the character of an old mother. He asked Lin Xiucheng for Chen Xing's mobile phone, bombarded him with messages from morning to night, and sent some chicken soup for the soul of the elderly. "Father, my life's sustenance", "Tell young people three things to handle family relations well".
Chen Xing was so annoyed that he blocked him directly. Gu Qing called him a lot of phone numbers and promised not to send these things again. Chen Xingcai let him out again.
Lin Xiucheng was happy in Blackcomb Mountain, Chen Xing was at ease in London, Jiang Zhengzhen returned to China on Christmas break, but his buddy named Yan Si did not return.
Yan Si is a serious game addict. He is alone in London, and his apartment is near Lin Xiucheng's house.
Chen Xing was bored and didn't want to be alone. He got off the plane and called Yan Si to ask if he was at home. Yan Si happened to have a lot of daily necessities to make up. Yes, can't go out, please Chen Xing bring it to him.
Chen Xing didn't go home. He went to the supermarket to pick up a large bag of food and went to Yan Si's place to play games with him. After one night, he simply didn't go home. When was hungry, just ordered a takeaway and made do. couldn't eat a few mouthfuls and the next game started. Within two days, Chen Xing lost a lot of weight, and he was as skinny as a drug addict.
The rational Lin Xiucheng made a bold statement on the day that Chen Xing returned to the UK. He said that he must defeat Chen Xing's temper. He wanted to stay with Christina for seven days, but on the third day, Chen Xing still didn't answer his call. , Lin Xiucheng couldn't take it anymore, and asked Lin Sen to call him, pretending that the company had something to do, and hurried back.
Before he left, Christina looked at him affectionately: "Vincent, I may have the opportunity to work in the UK next year."
Lin Xiucheng came back after hearing the words and placed a kiss on her forehead: "Welcome."
Lin Xiucheng was in a hurry to book a flight ticket. He was in time for the second day of Christmas. There was only one red-eye flight. He arrived in London at 8:00 in the morning and asked the driver to go home. , Unexpectedly, once the door was opened, there was not a trace of popularity in the family.
He dialed Chen Xing's number and wanted to ask where others were. Chen Xing had just stayed through the night and fell asleep on the floor of Yan Si's room.
Lin Xiucheng called one by one, and then sent a message saying I'm going home, you answer the phone.
Yan Si heard the annoying ringing of Chen Xing's phone, and picked it up: "Chen Xing is still sleeping."
"Who are you?" Lin Xiucheng asked with narrowed eyes when he heard an unfamiliar voice.
Yan Si operated with one hand and died a wave. After a "fuck" sound at the other end, he reacted and replied, "Friend Chen Xingyi, he woke up and I asked him to call you back."
When he was done he hung up the phone.
Lin Xiucheng stared at his cell phone for a while, and sat in the living room sulking.
In the afternoon, Chen Xing did not return his call, and the person came back. Lin Xiucheng saw his dispirited appearance, so he called to him in a deep voice, and asked him where he was going, and how did he do this?
Chen Xing gave him a feeble look, and shuffled upstairs to continue sleeping.
When it was time for dinner, Lin Xiucheng suppressed his anger and took the dishes made by his aunt on the plate upstairs.
Chen Xing didn't close the door, he pushed it away, the room was very dark, Chen Xing fell asleep, and the even breathing was barely audible.
Thinking of Chen Xing's way back home, Lin Xiucheng was angry. Isn't it just about dating an ex-girlfriend, as for this?
He put down the plate on the coffee table in Chen Xing's room, walked over and turned on Chen Xing's bedside lamp.
When the light came on, Chen Xing frowned uncomfortably, hugged the quilt, turned sideways, and continued to sleep. As soon as he turned over, half of his body was exposed.
Chen Xing was not wearing clothes.
The beautiful body is exposed under the dim bedside lamp, exuding delicate light, the round shoulders, the undulating waist and hips, every inch is like the hand of God, making people unable to turn their eyes away.
However, in this weather, even if there is heating, you will catch a cold without a quilt.
Lin Xiucheng had no choice but to shake his head at the unconscious Chen Xing. He bent over and knelt on the bed with one leg, and moved lightly, trying to pull the quilt out of Chen Xing's arms and cover him.
Chen Xing's legs were tightly clamped by the quilt, and he couldn't pull it out. He didn't want to wake him up, so Lin Xiucheng could only lean over to lift one of his legs, but saw the scar on Chen Xing's right lower abdomen that was half covered by the quilt.
He couldn't take a closer look the last time, but now he couldn't help but stretch out his hand to press again. The scar's skin looked smooth and light in color, and the touch was different from Chen Xing's normal skin, with thick, sinuous fingers. The tortuous one has traces of needles stitching through the skin and flesh on the side, which should be very painful.
Lin Xiucheng has seen many people injured or killed, but nothing else can affect his heart as much as Chen Xing's old wound, making him feel like a blunt instrument has been grinding his heart, and the pain is even worse. more than empathy.
"Are you feeling sorry for me?"
Lin Xiucheng raised his head, Chen Xing was already awake, and looked at him lazily with his eyes down.
"Why don't you answer my call?" Lin Xiucheng stretched out the hand that touched Chen Xing's scar and avoided answering.