Han Qi's eyes lifted slightly and landed behind Ning Jue, his eyes were extremely vulgar and extremely uncomfortable.

Then Han Qi blew a long whistle and said playfully, "It turned out to be Dingxi, so coincidentally, why are you here?"

Hearing He Dingxi's name, Ning Jue's eyes became even colder. He let go of Han Qi and rudely pushed him aside.

At this moment, there were footsteps behind him, and He Dingxi walked in from the door. He walked slowly to the two people in front of the mirror and asked calmly, "What are you doing?"

Not long ago, He Dingxi pushed open the door of the bathroom, and what caught his eye was the scene of Ning Jue pressing Han Qi on the washbasin.

He Dingxi used to haunt many sensual places, and it can be said that he is well-informed. Such a scene has long been seen. But the moment he saw that the other person was Ning Jue, an evil fire burst into his heart for no reason.

This indescribable anger instantly reached its peak when he saw the wound on Ning Jue's lips.

"Well, as you can see." Han Qi staggered a step, stretched out his hand to support a countertop, and then stood firm. He coughed lightly, straightened his messy shirt, and looked at He Dingxi vaguely, "What are Xiaoning and I doing here, it's not your turn to intervene, right?"

He Dingxi's face was terrifyingly gloomy, but his steps were unhurried. He walked towards Han Qi and said, "It's not my turn to intervene, you'll know soon."

Han Qi didn't take He Dingxi in his eyes, he sneered, still talking nonsense in his mouth: "Who are you, Xiaoning? Do you need to be busy?"

He Dingxi glanced at Ning Jue expressionlessly. In this small bathroom, the atmosphere in the three-person room was tense again.

Hearing Han Qi say this, Ning Jue instantly recalled that Han Qi seemed to have had a holiday with He Dingxi long ago, and he was deliberately angering He Dingxi.

It's not a glorious thing to be stuck in the bathroom by a lousy person, and he didn't want He Dingxi to offend Han Qi because of this trivial matter.

Thinking of this, Ning Jue reached out and stopped He Dingxi: "Mr. He, this matter has nothing to do with you."

He Dingxi stopped when he heard the words, his face became more and more worried.

Ning Jue said to Han Qi again: "Mr. Han, I think this is the end of today? Everyone is a person with a bit of identity, so they shouldn't tear their faces here, right?"

Seeing that Ning Jue opened his mouth, Han Qi smiled generously, as if to provoke He Dingxi on purpose, "Okay, listen to you, go back and contact you again."

Saying that, he stood up and walked towards the door swayingly.

When passing by He Dingxi, Han Qi didn't forget to bump into He Dingxi's shoulder, provocatively said, "Dingxi, I'm giving Xiaoning face today, let's wait and see?"

He Dingxi dropped two words: "Get out."

After Han Qi left, only Ning Jue and He Dingxi were left in the bathroom, and the surroundings quickly returned to peace.

The cut in Ning Jue's mouth kept stinging He Dingxi's eyes. He couldn't tell where his distress and anger came from. All sorts of nameless emotions slammed into him, putting him on the verge of breaking out.

He restrained his various irrational thoughts, took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to Ning Jue, and said stiffly, "Wipe your mouth first."

Ning Jue silently took the tissue from He Dingxi's hand, turned to face the mirror, and carefully wiped the blood on his lips. Ning Jue did not expect that the first private communication between the two after a long absence would be in such a scene.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the atmosphere between the two became more and more strange. Both of them were good at superficial skills, so they said at the same time:

"You and Ke Ran said there was something important tonight..."

"Actually, Han Qi and I..."

Seeing that He Dingxi had something to say, Ning Jue swallowed the second half of his mouth. Seeing that Ning Jue wanted to let him talk first, He Dingxi continued, "The important thing you said was hanging out with Han Qi in public? Do you still remember who you are?"

As soon as he said this sentence, He Dingxi knew that he was so provoked by Han Qi that he couldn't say anything. He wanted to ask Ning Jue what his relationship with Han Qi was, what he wanted to do here tonight, and what he wanted Ning Jue to tell him about the wound on his mouth, whether it hurt or not, and if there was anything else. Wounded somewhere.

But from his standpoint, he could not ask any of these questions, nor was he qualified to ask them.

After He Dingxi's voice fell, Ning Jue didn't speak. He Dingxi began to get nervous for no reason, he knew that he was waiting for a negative answer from Ning Jue.

"Does it matter? When it comes to this, you don't have to give in too much." Soon, a nonchalant smile appeared on Ning Jue's face: "However, Mr. He, you still have some misunderstandings about me, my private life No matter how debauched you are, you won't be messing around with people like Han Qi here."

Ning Jueyuan wanted to explain the situation to He Dingxi tonight, but when he heard He Dingxi's endless accusations, he felt a little frustrated.

There was no relationship between him and He Dingxi, and it was meaningless to talk too much.

"I didn't mean that, I..." What am I? He Dingxi didn't continue to speak. Right now, he couldn't sort out the messy thoughts in his heart, let alone explain it to Ning Jue.

"Mr. He, there is one sentence that Han Qi really said right, what qualifications do you have to accuse me?" Ning Jue thought of Xiao Keran again. He threw the blood-stained tissue into the trash can, looked at He Dingxi in the mirror, and said without a smile, "Or do you mean that now that you have turned your back on the prodigal son of the Bomei people, you can point fingers at me from a high place? "

He Dingxi remembered what Xiaoye asked Qingqing to convey not long ago, which was probably what Ning Jue himself meant.

His heart sank to the bottom in an instant, and He Dingxi understood that he had done extra things today. He has no intention of distinguishing his inner thoughts, nor does he want to have a meaningless quarrel with Ning Jue here: "That's right, I don't need to worry about your affairs."

"That's the truth. We've gone to bed a few times, but that doesn't mean anything." Ning Jue turned on the faucet and rushed to his hands, and finally glanced at He Dingxi: "Okay, my friend is still waiting for me in the private room. , I'll go first, see you later."