The place where the palms are pressed against each other gradually heats up, and the pulse beats gradually reaches the same frequency.

Gu Wang tried to break free, but failed.

While Xiaoliu leaned his head and stretched his neck to try to see clearly what the two brothers were doing, He Qinghuan took Gu Wang's hand and put it between the two of them.

"Looking at your hands are better than brother." Xiao Liu sat in his position, spread his hands on his legs, stared at him for a long time, and suddenly turned his head to look at Gu Wang, "I want to see, look at the line on your left hand."

Gu Wang, "What line?"

Xiao Liu stretched out his palm, "That's it, these lines."

Gu Wang, "..."

Gu Wang wanted to pull his hand out of He Qinghuan's hand, but He Qinghuan had no intention of letting go. Gu Wang pinched his fingertips into the flesh on the back of He Qinghuan's hand.

He Qinghuan turned his head and looked at Gu Wang, with a faint expression, and a sentence appeared in his eyes: Don't waste your energy.

Gu Wang:...

After a long time, under Xiao Liu's scorching sight, Gu Wang stretched out his right hand.

Xiao Liu looked at Gu Wang's palm, then looked at Gu Wang, blinking his eyes, "It's his left hand."

Gu Wang lowered his eyes and looked at the little girl, his face still changing, "This is the left hand."

The scenery outside the car window was floating up and down, and the darkness came in from outside and filled the car.

Gu Wang saw Xiao Liu really researching it carefully with his right hand, and for the first time he felt guilty of cheating the child.

After Xiaoliu finished researching, she raised her head and said, "Look, let me see your right hand again."

Gu Wang, "..."

Why is it endless? Who taught her to see palmistry?

Gu Wang was about to say that this was also his right hand. Anyway, he had cheated, and it was not bad this time. He Qinghuan turned his head and looked at the little girl. His face was hidden in the dark, but as long as he looked at you, you would never ignore the stop of his gaze on your face.

Xiao Liu didn't dare to speak anymore.

"You'd better think about how to explain the early love to your dad." He Qinghuan didn't care whether Xiao Liu could understand it, and said bluntly.

Gu Wang thought Xiaoliu couldn't understand, but who knew Xiaoliu could understand.

She knows what premature love is.

Perhaps because of the misunderstanding and early love between fools, she felt that she was humiliated, and at this moment she was no longer afraid of He Qinghuan.

"I didn't fall in love early, so I won't fall in love early with a fool."

Xiaoliu's slutty disputes about early love, it sounds really hard to make people not laugh.

All her courage was used up when she contradicted He Qinghuan now. After she finished speaking, she looked at Gu Wang again, "Look, let me see..."

She was still trying to make a fuss about Gu Wangshou.

The driver saw He Qinghuan's eyes changing through the rearview mirror. He quickly stepped on the brakes and said to the ancestors behind him, "Here."

The aunt was already waiting outside.

Xiao Liu untied her seat belt by himself. When the car door was opened by the driver, she jumped out of the car, lay on the ground, got up by herself, and ran to the aunt.

Gu Wang looked at He Qinghuan and said, "Let go."

He Qinghuan looked at Gu Wang for a while and slowly let go of his hand that was holding Gu Wang. While he letting go, Gu Wang curled his fingers in his palm, and his palm was covered with thin sweat.

He Zhiyan rarely comes back, and Zhang Bailu likes to invite a few people to play mahjong. The rich and ok women gather together are just shopping, shopping, cards, flower arrangements and beauty treatments.

When Bentley drove into the yard, the headlights were facing the floor-to-ceiling window on the first floor living room. The woman sitting on the mahjong table reached out to block her eyes. She waited for the car to enter the garage before she put it down and said in a slightly complaining tone, "Your young master is back."

Zhang Bailu glanced at the yard and said nothing, just kidding. She would not agree with the sourness in this sourness.

The other three also cast curious eyes into the yard. Zhang Bailu's good sisters include but are not limited to the people on the card table. They are almost different every week. She will be sisters with whoever He Zhiyan needs to deal with.

Nowadays, these people only occasionally heard the names at some banquets or in their families. He Qinghuan himself has not attended any more formal occasions, and it is even more impossible for business drinks, so students are still mainly academically.

The boy was dressed loosely, with an aura and face that could not be ignored, but he was also surrounded by a boy.

"The tallest one is He Qinghuan. Stop watching, play cards." Look at you and pick your eyes.

"Who is next to him?"

Zhang Bailu glanced at the yard when she heard this. The boy walking next to He Qinghuan was wearing a light blue striped shirt and dark blue jeans, and his appearance was also dazzling.

"His friend." Zhang Bailu knocked on the table with a two-tube, "Look, can you still beat me?"

"We're curious, aren't we?"

"Curiosity kills the cat."

The woman who had been asking questions kept speaking out and said, "Just ask, why do you still say whether you kill me or not?"

Zhang Bailu twisted the shawl that had slid down her shoulders, smiling, "Is that true?"

Not a woman or a girl who is not very eye-catching has appeared.

Boys usually jumped up in junior high school and entered adolescence. He Qinghuan was already developing towards 180 when he was in the third year of junior high school, but his body was thin, but his appearance gradually faded.

Looks like a big boy.

He Zhiyan was only in his thirties at that time, and was at the age of being strong and energetic. Most of the girls he liked were young girls in his early twenties, either well-behaved or coquettish, and all kinds of colors, which were more than the varieties of flowers in the garden.

The girl sat in the living room. He Qinghuan had just finished taking a shower and came out of the room and went into the kitchen to get drinks. The boy wearing a home clothes and a slightly wet hair was mixed with a little maturity, which was obviously more attractive than He Zhiyan.

He Qinghuan did not avoid suspicion. He completely ignored such girls who climbed He Zhiyan for money.

He leaned over to take the snacks on the coffee table. Before he could take back his hands, he was held down by the girl's hand. His weak and boneless hands were covered on the boy's clearly-separated hands and moved up his arms. The meaning was self-evident.

He Qinghuan smiled, withdrew his hand, stood up, condescendingly, and said lightly, "I won't hit a woman."

He didn't beat him, but when the girl was watching flowers in the yard, he released the dog in the backyard.

The wolfdog is raised and the fur is shiny. When the run is running, the muscles on the limbs are bulging, and the canine teeth are exposed. The animals are not distinguished from men and women.

The boy was lying on the balcony, watching the girl disappearing invisible image, rolling and crawling on the ground, crying to tears and snot all over his face. The girl squatted on the platform of the pond in the yard and shouted for help. When she looked up, she saw He Qinghuan on the balcony on the second floor.

She was stunned.

The boy was still dressed in a gentle homely manner. He held a book in his hand. He curled the corner of his mouth at the girl, but there was no smile in his eyes.

No one can control He Qinghuan, he is lawless.

Of course, Zhang Bailu would not say these things to anyone. She has been in the He family for so long, and she knows what to say and what not to say. She just wants to live a good life.

In a blink of an eye, the previous lively atmosphere was restored to Zhang Bailu's social interactions. In the blink of an eye, the few women were coaxed and couldn't find them.

"Are you hungry?" He Qinghuan asked.

Gu Wang said he was not hungry.

"I'll cook noodles for you."

Gu Wang was silent for a moment and asked, "Then do you still ask?"

He Qinghuan curled the corners of his mouth, "Sense of ceremony."

When Gu Wang put his schoolbag in the guest room, He Qinghuan went to the kitchen.

Gu Wang thought He Qinghuan could not cook. It should be said that people like them should not cook, and Gu Wang himself could not. Later, he was an orphan, had no family, and he was busy all day long for money, so he had no time to learn to cook.

When I went downstairs, I looked at the familiar living room and Gu Wang looked a little dazed for a moment.

-"Mr. He loves Mr. Gu very much and specializes in learning to cook for Mr. Gu."

Gu Wang was sitting in a wheelchair and playing games without raising his head, "Who does he love if he doesn't love me?"

In addition to not being able to go out, Gu Wang actually lived a good life. Although his idea of ​​going out has become increasingly intense and almost overwhelmed his love for He Qinghuan, every time He Qinghuan said to him, "Stay by my side, don't go anywhere."

Gu Wang will still say yes.

He liked He Qinghuan, so he felt that he could still bear it and convince himself.

Although sometimes the more I think about it, I will still lose my temper. I make a big fuss at home, and I will make a fuss on the pillows on the sofa, the lights and porcelain on the cabinet, and my eyes will not blink.

He Qinghuan let Gu Wang make trouble. After the trouble, he could coax him softly. I can give you anything, including my life, except freedom.

Gu Wang saw the lily-shaped chandelier standing next to the TV and smiled, which was later smashed.

Gu Wang walked into the kitchen, slowly rolled up his sleeves, leaned against the door, "Do you want help?"

The aunt had been sent out by He Qinghuan, and he was not even willing to let Gu Wang eat the food made by others.

There were only two of them in the kitchen, and the sounds of talking outside came in scatteredly, becoming blurred when they were far away, but brought about the smoothness of life.

He Qinghuan was cutting vegetables. He didn't look at the person behind him, but just asked, "How do you?"

No matter how old Gu Wang was, or when Gu Wang was, He Qinghuan knew that he would not.

Gu Wang paused for a moment, "No."

Not guilty at all.

He Qinghuan then put down his knife and looked at the person behind him, "Then what are you asking?"

Gu Wang tilted his head and smiled, "Sense of ceremony."
To be continued...