He Cheng looked at the closed door in a panic: "Outside the door."

Chu Xingyun was silent for a moment and laughed: "You can't lock your brother outside the door."

He Cheng grabbed his eyebrows and said, "Then I'll invite him in? What do you say?"

The two brothers of the He family were separated and had little relationship. In addition, the accidents of that year, He Cheng had been deliberately alienating him. Although the knot in his heart has been untied now, he always disliked He Ying, which was similar to his love rival.

Chu Xingyun smiled helplessly: "You can drive him away if you want to say anything, say a few words."

He knew very well that He Ying couldn't speak in front of He Cheng, so he was not worried that He Ying would persuade He Cheng to cross him and leave Yinjiang.

He Cheng didn't move, and Chu Xingyun said again: "He is your biological brother, you have to respect him."

He Cheng reluctantly snorted from his nostrils, then pinched his phone, frowned his eyebrows and hesitated again and again, and stomped his feet with all his might and opened the door.

He Ying stood at the door without moving, watching the watch countdown, suddenly he lit up in front of him, so he looked up and smiled, "Good morning."

He Cheng looked at him awkwardly, said 'um' awkwardly', and then said 'pleasantly, "Please come in."

After saying that, he stood a step aside, turned around and added another word: "Brother."

He Ying looked at him with great satisfaction, then raised his foot and walked into the room: "Xingyun has changed you a lot."

He heard Chu Xingyun's name in his mouth, and his name was so intimate that He Cheng was a little unhappy and immediately began to regret inviting him in. He should have locked him outside the door and pretended that there was no one at home.

He stared at the back of his head and took a sip of jealousy. He Cheng stood in the living room with his arms in his arms and asked, "What are you doing when you are back?"

After saying that, he realized that it was inappropriate and changed his words: "Why are you back?"

It was still inappropriate. He Cheng frowned impatiently, thinking about how to say this sentence more politely.

He Ying stood in the living room and looked back at him, smirking: "It doesn't matter, the first sentence is pretty good, no need to change it, I'll take a few days off when I come back."

"How many days?"

"See when you'll drive me away."

He Cheng:......

He Ying smiled and said, "Just kidding, I'll stay for a few days, and I'll leave after celebrating your birthday."

He Cheng was stunned. Although he only wanted to celebrate his birthday with Chu Xingyun, He Ying came back to celebrate his birthday very surprised. He was really moved inside and even wanted to pour his brother a cup of tea.

Soon he put his heart into action. He walked to the kitchen and left the counter, and boiled water to make tea from a box of green tea in the cabinet.

He Ying squatted on one knee on the floor and looked at the two cats nesting on the carpet: "Are these two cats raised by Xingyun?"

"Um."

He Ying looked at Daman and Xiaoman one by one, and finally stopped at Daman, touched his chin and squinted his eyes and said, "This gray is real..."

Although he is very smooth and has the means to deal with things, it is the first time for him to talk lies with his eyes open and he wants to please "other people's cats". He thought about it and then scraped his stomach, and finally remembered an adjective that perfectly avoided "obesity".

“Thrive.”

The thriving Daman stretched his head under his palm and glanced enthusiastically.

Xiaoman lay on the snow-white carpet, with a pair of royal blue eyes shining with faint light, staring at him coldly.

He Ying touched Daman, looked at Xiaoman, and smiled and said, "This white one really looks like you."

He Cheng heard something was wrong with his words. He walked out of the kitchen with coffee in one hand and green tea in the other, stopped beside him, and handed him the teacup: "Release? Who have you heard of it?"

He Ying stood up and thought to himself that he could not say that Chu Xingyun excitedly called him and told him that he had been lucky and found a lion cat that was the same as He Cheng!

"No, no one said it."

He Ying took the cup from him and asked, "Do you have tea?"

He Cheng looked at him suspiciously, without asking questions, took a sip of coffee, and said, "Chu Xingyun drinks, he often gets angry."

He Ying tasted the tea he made, and the taste was unexpectedly good. He was surprised that He Cheng, a young master who was pampered and spoiled, had practiced his skills in making tea. The answer was not difficult to find, it should have been practiced by making tea for Chu Xingyun.

He Ying felt a little sad. He thought that this was his younger brother, which was the first time in so many years, brought him tea and water, but he was also covered by Chu Xingyun.

“The tea is good.”

He said.

"Yeah."

He Chengdao.

After saying that, the two of them turned their heads, one looked at the east through the floor-to-ceiling window, and the other looked at the west through the floor-to-ceiling window.

An atmosphere called "embarrassment" spread quietly, covering every corner of the room.

What should I say?

He Ying drank green tea and thought to himself.

Why didn't he leave yet?

He Cheng drank coffee and thought to himself.

The two of them had their own thoughts, and they drank the things in their hands with their backs to each other. Unexpectedly, they turned around at the same time and bumped into each other.

He Ying handed him the teacup and said with a smile: "I haven't had a good rest on the plane, so I'll go to the guest room to sleep for a while."

He Cheng pointed the direction of the guest room to him: ‘Please do it.’

On the way back to the kitchen with two cups, He Cheng thought in his mind that if his brother wanted to live here tonight, he would go out to check in with Chu Xingyun. The three of them slept in the same house, and they would be awkward to think.

He Ying said he wanted to take a break, but in fact he didn't. He sat on the ground and teased the cat, while holding his cell phone and didn't know what he was doing.

He Cheng washed the cup and politely invited him to have breakfast. After He Ying declined, he ate two slices of bread himself, then changed his clothes and prepared to go out.

He Ying looked at He Cheng, who was dressed in a suit and ties, and saw that he was very handsome and had a different spirit. He couldn't help but feel very relieved, and felt a sense of pride that "I have a younger brother in my family will eventually grow up."

It was also cheaper Chu Xingyun.

“Go to the company?”

He Ying asked with a smile.

He Cheng stood in the entrance hall and put on his coat: "Go to Huafeng for a meeting."

"Huafeng? Zhou Quliang's company?"

"Well, I have a project to work with him."

“What aspect?”

“Sea transportation.”

He Ying nodded and looked at his watch: "When is the time to come back?"

He Cheng sorted out his collar of his coat and said, "Tonight at 8 o'clock, the Guobin Hotel will hold the annual entrepreneur commendation conference. Zhou Quliang and I will attend, and it will end... It will be around eleven o'clock."

He Ying sat on the ground holding two cats, smiling at him, "Thank you hard, be careful on the road."

He Cheng glanced at him, picked up the car key and went out.

After He Cheng left, He Ying left the two cats in his arms, walked to the kitchen and poured himself a cup of white water, then took the cup to the floor-to-ceiling window, watching a SUV drive out of the underground garage and head towards the entrance of the community.

He took out his cell phone from his coat pocket and broadcast a phone call in his ear.

"He's out and keep up with him."

After saying that, He Ying took a sip of white water, and gathered a fierce look and followed He Cheng's car out of the community like a sharp arrow. His tone was calm and cold, "Follow him without leaving."

The sky gradually darkened, and the silver river lit up lights.

In an old residential building on the edge of Miura Road, a tall and thin young man walked under the dark night lights, holding a packed supper in one hand and chatting with his friends on social software with his mobile phone in the other.

The surroundings were very quiet. After busy commuting hours, the residential building was always quiet. He was the only one in the corridor where he walked, and the only one was his own voice.

He was busy sending voices with his friends, without any notice of a man in black walking out of the dark forest belt beside the corridor.

The man followed him like a shadow, less than ten meters away, and his footsteps were so light that they could almost blend with the breeze at night.

The phone ran out of battery, and the young man sweared, then put the phone into his jacket pocket. After walking a few steps, the phone suddenly fell out.

He turned around and bent down to pick it up, and accidentally saw a pair of casual men's leather shoes slowly stopping in his sight.

Out of defense instinct, he raised his head to look at the man's face, only to see him erecting the collar of the windbreaker, covering the lower half of his face, revealing only a pair of black eyes that seemed to have no white eyes.

Those eyes were staring at him, as if they had been staring at him for a long time.

The young man suddenly felt a chill invade his pores, swallowed a mouthful, threw down his cell phone and turned around and ran forward.

Fear followed him like a shadow, and the man was running, following him tightly!

He ran into a dilapidated residential building, rushed into the house, locked the door with a thud, and looked at the fragile iron lock on the door in a panic.

He didn't hear the gunshot, but a bullet broke through the door lock and shot into the floor under his feet.

His legs became weak and he collapsed on the ground, crawling towards the telephone on the coffee table with his hands and feet.

"I, I want to call the police! Someone wants to kill me! He has a gun! He wants to kill me! It's Huafeng Group, Huafeng Group Zhou Qu..."

Suddenly, I heard that the door was kicked through, and the cold cold in the corridor instantly filled the room.

He twisted his stiff neck and looked at the door, and saw a man wrapped in a black windbreaker and unable to see clearly standing in front of him, lifting his hand with a sound-crystal instrument in his hand, aiming the muzzle at his eyebrows.
To be continued...