He Cheng must have been really angry and sad, his voice was trembling. If he listened carefully, he could also hear his ups and downs and his trembling and heavy nasal sound.

Chu Xingyun's back froze, and he held the door handle and disappeared for a moment.

He Cheng's red eyes were as deep and sharp as two sharp swords, almost penetrated his body. His tone was too solemn and too hard, so it sounded like a lot of angry anger: "You are sorry for me, but you can't compensate me. Where did you come from? Do you really think you can compensate me? You don't even know what I want, what to compensate me! You keep saying that I treat you as a servant, and since I was a child, what did I do to you to make you feel that you are my servant? I used to trust you, rely on you, and stick to you all day long. I don't believe anyone but you! You think I am believing you.

Any servant?! What about your eyes Chu Xingyun? What about your heart! Who do you treat me as your person? Are you affiliated? Are you responsible? Are you burdens? Or the stupid and ridiculous child you betrayed by you? Chu Xingyun, listen to these words, I only say once, don’t always think that I am still a child who was stubborn and ignorant of the world. You are right, we have all grown up, I am now an adult, I have my own emotions and desires, and you are useless to me. I am over the age of being satisfied and happy when you are fed a candy. Don’t try to compensate me with these things! If you really want to compensate me, then - use yourself to compensate me!"

He Cheng was really angry. If it were normal, with his proud and cold personality, how could he say these words in his eyes and let him guess. The backlog after layer was piled up in his heart, and it was suppressed until today. He Cheng was right. He always thought he was self-indulgent to treat him well in his own way, and did not know what he really wanted. From the moment he returned to Yinjiang, He Cheng accepted that he would return to his side, he did his best to treat him well, in the way he used to. But he forgot that He Cheng was no longer the young master of the past, and he didn't need one more person to share his worries and solve his problems. He had the least shortage of such people.

Then what is He Cheng accepting him and bringing him around him for what?

Chu Xingyun's mind was very confused. No complicated and complicated case made him as troublesome as he was at this time.

Over time, his shoulders collapsed, held the door handle and sighed, and turned his back to He Cheng with a helpless and powerless smile, "I know you are resentful of what happened back then, and you still hate me. If you don't compensate, it doesn't matter if I say it alone. If I have the will, you will useless..."

"For so many years, who is not attentive!"

He Cheng seemed to have released all his words, all his anger, all his insolence from his heart.

"Do you dare to say that you have taken care of yourself? You only see your efforts to me. You think you are good to me. You remember every stroke in your heart. When you face me, do you have me in your eyes? Chu Xingyun, can you see me? No! You only have that account in your heart. You are by my side just to cancel the account. One day, every stroke you owe me, you will buy and sell me, and you will leave me without hesitation. Do you dare to swear that you have taken care of me? Do you dare!"

Each of these words turns into an arrow. Chu Xingyun is like a scarecrow who is used to borrow arrows. Because he has a mission, he has no way to avoid it and cannot fight back. It is not his enemy whom he has been trying to protect and truly love. But this person is questioning him at this moment. No matter what angle He Cheng questioned him from, he is distrust of him.

Maybe he was really wrong. He Cheng didn't hate him, but just didn't trust him, the people who didn't trust him, and even more so did his heart.

With a wound on his back, Chu Xingyun wanted to leave this place, so he opened the door...

The cracking sound of 'bang!' was similar to the sound of glass products being smashed to the floor, but the sound was heavier and louder than glass.

Chu Xingyun looked back and saw fragments spread on the floor beside the dining table, emitting a crystal clear halo under the light. He was familiar with this light. When he bought earrings with Yang Shu, the jewels were like this, but the light in front of him was like a star falling from the sky, shattered, emitting the light brought from the Milky Way.

He Cheng stood beside the fragments on the ground and gradually returned to his calmness. His glasses were also flashing under the light. The halo covered his eyes, making him look particularly cold: "If you walk out of this door today, you won't be able to come back."

Chu Xingyun was stunned for a while before he realized that he was threatened. He was used to pretending to be a grandson in front of He Cheng, but it was only at the level of playfulness. If He Cheng taught him truthfully, he would definitely not give in. It might be due to professional habits. If he became serious and serious, he must discuss right and wrong with the other party.

He frowned and stared at He Cheng for a while, but He Cheng pretended to be too calm and cold, and there was no clue on his face. His lenses were filled with water-like light spots, making him look like he was wearing a mask.

Chu Xingyun put down the cat Lan in his hand and walked to He Cheng, but his eyes were taken away by the shining stars on the dining table.

Oh, it turns out that He Cheng was throwing a cup, and there was a wooden box on the dining table, and there were nine star-studded wine glasses in the wooden box. Each one looked like a work of art, with many sections that had its own concentration effect. Even if the lights were turned off now, with a trace of moonlight leaking in from the window, these exquisite works of art would illuminate the entire room.

He picked up a cup, and the cool, smooth and textured touch told him that it was some valuable crystal. He glanced at He Cheng again, then raised his hand and threw the wine glass to the ground!

He didn't know if He Cheng was hesitating when he was throwing the cup, but he was hesitating anyway. But now that things have come to this point, He Cheng's provocation to him has reached an end. He must respond to counterattack and cannot end in a mess like a prisoner controlled by him.

The crystal cup hit the corpses of similar species, and in a blink of an eye it merged with them. The starlight on the ground became brighter and was hit by the chandelier on the top, which was even a little dazzling.

Chu Xingyun moved his eyes away from the fascinating starlight, rubbed his thumb against the smooth and cold residual heat on his fingertips, and said to him: "Since you don't trust me so much, what is the value I left behind?"

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave again. Suddenly, he heard the broken jade from behind. The sounds of several wine glasses shattered overlapping and almost piercing the eardrums.

Chu Xingyun's body stiffened and his spine became cold. He could see the messy crystal corpse without looking back.

He Cheng's voice was unexpectedly calm, and he said, "If you leave my door tonight, I will never forgive you again."

Chu Xingyun was very confused. He couldn't figure out whether He Cheng was forcing him or trying to keep him. But he couldn't keep him anyway. He Cheng had already forced him to the edge of the cliff, but reached out to let him come back. His toughness and stubbornness made him rather jump down than take a step back and hold his hand.

He lifted the cat basket without saying a word and left immediately. He didn't realize his senses until he entered the elevator. When he thought about what He Cheng said just now, the cup that He Cheng threw was cold and his whole body was trembling.

The elevator quickly went down to the first floor. He walked out of the elevator and walked out to the door of the lobby. It was clearly a hot summer day in April, but he was chilling all over, trembling as if he was walking in the snow and ice. He put his hands and feet cold. He closed his coat, lowered his head and gritted his teeth and walked out quickly, as if there was a flood and beast behind him chasing him.

"Captain Chu?"

As soon as Xiao Shu pushed open the revolving door, he saw Chu Xingyun walking in a hurry wrapped in cold air and almost bumped into him. He thought Chu Xingyun was sick, so he quickly supported Chu Xingyun's shoulder: "It's okay, Captain Chu, you look very bad."

Chu Xingyun pushed his shoulder away and was about to leave: "It's okay."

Xiao Shu stopped him: "Hey Captain Chu, you don't have to go out, I've already brought the cake."

“…what cake?”

Only then did he find that Xiao Shu was carrying a square cake box in his hand. The box was printed with cake patterns and happybirthday, and was wrapped with beautiful brown ribbons.

Xiao Shu smiled and said, "Your birthday, don't remember? Mr. He personally ordered the cake early in the morning. Have you received the gift? That set of moonstone wine glasses is so beautiful, it is simply a work of art, Italian crystal craftsman's workshop..."

Chu Xingyun didn't hear what he said later. He just felt a little dizzy. It was wrong. It was simply dizzy...

Yes, April 24th is his birthday. He himself doesn’t care about his birthday every year. He Cheng urges him to celebrate every year. It turns out that Yang Shu said today that she should have given a gift...

What does it mean to have a bow left and right and be slapped with more than two thousand big mouths? It's now.

Chu Xingyun was stunned at the door of the lobby, and his body felt cold and hot. He became bone-blooded and heart-burning. He stood in a daze in the hot and cold sky for a while, and suddenly took away the cake from Xiao Shu's hand with one hand and said, "Don't go up." Then he carried the cat in one hand and the cake in the other hand, and entered the elevator again.

As the elevator rose, his face gradually turned bloody and he couldn't even raise his head. He should have guessed that He Cheng's abnormal move today must have a reason. He thought he was bored or was walking around on a whim. It turned out that he was the only one who was careless from beginning to end.

He returned to the door of No. 717 with the guilt of abandoning his wife and children. The door was still as if he was leaving. The light in the room shone out, as if he was looking forward to greet his return.

Chu Xingyun took a deep breath, as if he had been walking for a long time, wandering around and wandering back to the old place. He gently brought the door and saw He Cheng sitting in the dining room with crystals broken down on the floor. He Cheng was sitting on the chair as tired, resting his feet on the crystal slag, his arms were hanging beside him, his eyes closed, and his glasses were taken off and placed on the table. A few soft bangs hung gently on his eyebrows, and his eyelashes cast a shadow under the light, and his whole body seemed to be asleep quietly.

Chu Xingyun walked closer and found that his right hand was bleeding, and tiny blood beads dripped continuously along his fingertips on the crystal fragments. It looked like bright red roses blooming in the crystal cover, with a very fragile and pure beauty.

He quickly put down the things in his hand, took out the first aid kit in a familiar way, walked to him, squatted down, and lifted his hand up to look for the wound.

Chu Xingyun raised his hand and found that he was holding a few pieces of fragments in his hand, and the wound was cut out by pieces.

He took the fragments out of He Cheng's hand and threw them on the ground. He raised his head to look at his face. Only then did he realize that He Cheng had opened his eyes at some point and was looking down at him.

Chu Xingyun thought he would see resentment and sadness in his eyes, but unexpectedly his eyes would be so calm and gentle. It was like the drizzle and setting sun after the storm and storm, and the years were quiet.

Chu Xingyun looked at his face and suddenly laughed, shook his head while laughing, as if he had witnessed a very childish, absurd, and childish farce. He couldn't get angry anymore and could only laugh.

He lowered his head, wiped the wound on He Cheng's palm with a cotton swab, and said, "Celebrating my birthday?"

No one paid attention to him, He Cheng rested his head on the back of the chair and adjusted his comfortable position, lowering his eyes and watching him clean up his wounds.

"I forgot it. I didn't expect you to remember it every year. This year's birthday is really thrilling. Whenever you remind me, I will remember why I fell this set of cups with such a big temper. What material is this? It's brighter than when it's broken."

“…Moonstone.”

It sounded very expensive, Chu Xingyun couldn't help but look at the debris all over the ground, shook his head and sighed, feeling distressed. His hands were more and more gentle, tearing a Band-Aid patch on his blood-blown wound, and saying, "Okay."

As he finished speaking, He Cheng suddenly closed his hand and wrapped his fingertips in his hand.

Chu Xingyun was stunned and forgot to take his hand back for a moment. He only felt that the temperature in his palm was very low, so low that it made people want to hold his hand to warm him up.

Chu Xingyun raised his lips, held his hand back, patted him comfortably on the back of his hand, raised his head and looked at him with a smile and said, "Didn't you say that you will never forgive me?"

He Cheng stared at him holding his hand tightly, and suddenly his ears turned red. He pulled his hand out with a little force, avoiding his eyes, and muttered in a low voice: "Just talk."

Chu Xingyun stood up with a sigh, picked up the wooden box from the table, and squatted on the ground and picked up the residue of the moonstone: "You can just talk about it, but it will cost me half of my life."

After picking it up, he unwillingly pulled a chair and sat down at the table, plucked it in the box and said, "I'll see if I can spell one out."

While he was putting on the cup, He Cheng went back to the bedroom to change into a home clothes, a linen pullover low-neck long-sleeved shirt, and a pair of cotton trousers. He put on his glasses and went to the open kitchen to work hard.

Chu Xingyun sat in the restaurant and couldn't help but look at him a few more times, thinking that such a simple and casual dress would be more suitable for him. Whenever he took off his armor and showed his soft side, it would make people feel very excited and wanted to pull him into his arms and hug him.

He Cheng put the cold dinner in the microwave, stood in front of the wine cabinet, touched his chin and carefully selected the wine for the side dishes without distraction.

Chu Xingyun picked out a few larger pieces and placed them on the table, glanced at him, and said, "Drink some white."

“White wine?”

"Tsk, Moutai."

He Cheng turned a deaf ear and took out a bottle of chardonnay and said, "I only drink white wine."

Chu Xingyun asked again without raising his head, "What should I eat?"

He Cheng opened the wine and placed it on the displaced platform to count the wine and sobered up in seconds: "You? Roasted Kobe steak from charcoal."

Chu Xingyun couldn't help but frowned and looked up at him: "Then what are you eating?"

I thought he would say something about vegetable salad, cream mushroom soup, etc., but He Cheng glanced at him, continued to look at the watch and counted the time, and said lightly: "Rahan dish."

Chu Xingyun: "... Then I'll eat steak."
Chapter completed!