Chapter 216: Still need to install

"He Yu , do you still hate me."

He Yu's mind was so complicated that he couldn't answer.

Just a million emotions had rushed to his heart - Xie Qingcheng had always known that he was a Dream Breaker's man!

It turns out that Xie Qingcheng has already seen through his disguise, but Xie Qingcheng did not say anything more, how he acted, how he cooperated with ......

No wonder ...... no wonder that no matter how much he stirred him up, he was not driven to the point of breaking down, for he knew that what he did was only out of private spite, and would not hurt public affairs.

"......" At this moment, He Yu can't tell you how he feels.

It seemed as if he should be pleased with Xie Qingcheng's trust in him for once, but he was not.

It seems that he should be angry at Xie Qingcheng for being a better camouflage than he is, but Xie Qingcheng says that he is just trying to fulfill his desire for revenge.

The love and hate between them is too complicated, even joy and anger can not be pure, he hated to delete all the memories of Xie Qingcheng from his heart, but also want to Xie Qingcheng this person's everything is engraved into the depths of his own bones and blood.

He seemed to have forgotten how to love him, yet he couldn't learn how to hate him.

In these days, every moment he tortured Xie Qingcheng, how could he not be torturing himself?

He knew he had to get Xie Qingcheng, and if he didn't, the hole in his heart would never be filled. He will never be able to vent his resentment ...... but ......

But Xie Qingcheng didn't want him to--

That day, after Anthony left, He Yu had a faint hope that he could access the surveillance camera in his villa. He watched with bated breath the whole confrontation between Xie Qingcheng and Anthony, but he looked at the screen over and over again, but he didn't see the slightest bit of jealousy or pain on Xie Qingcheng's face, and indeed it was just as Anthony had said, that it didn't matter to Xie Qingcheng who he slept with and who he slept with.

His death, in the end, only exchanged for Xie Qingcheng's self-blame.

Xie Qingcheng doesn't love him, Xie Qingcheng just feels indebted to him, just feels harmed by him ...... So Xie Qingcheng will keep that little fire dragon, so Xie Qingcheng carries all his insults and torment without saying a word, these ...... are all just because Xie Qingcheng felt sorry for him!

But is that the kind of guilt he wants?

"......" At this moment, reunited in this fantasy island, he stared into Xie Qingcheng's eyes.

Those eyes had been waiting for an answer from him.

To hate, or not to hate?

In this minute by minute silence, the light in Xie Qingcheng's eyes gradually dimmed.

He finally dropped his eyelashes; he already knew He Yu's answer.

The hopeful rabbit in his chest stopped moving, shot as if by a hunter.

"It's fine." Xie Qingcheng finally opened his mouth, at this moment he was suddenly a little glad that he had written a registered letter to tell He Yu everything, if he had really said it in front of him, perhaps the words had not been finished, he had already lost the power to continue in He Yu's silence and coldness.

Xie Qingcheng raised his bloodstained face and said to He Yu, "I know that this matter cannot be forced. Even if you don't pretend to be Mandela's person in front of me anymore, you can continue to hate me as long as you want, and you don't have to mix public and private. I owe you my life, and I deserve it any way I can get it. I'm not hiding."

"............"

What do you mean public and private don't have to mix?

What do you mean you can continue to hate me?

He Yu knew how to respond to him. He was so angry with Xie Qingcheng that he wanted to throw him off his white horse and stomp on him again. He was so angry with Xie Qingcheng that he wanted to throw him off his white horse and stomp on him a few times.

But he also wanted to be furious and clutched over his hair, ferociously kissed Xie Qingcheng's lips, regardless of love and hate, he did not want to listen to Xie Qingcheng continue to talk about these words of self-loathing, and also do not want to ask for Xie Qingcheng's heart to have him, as long as he can get his flesh and blood, that's also good.

When he was thinking, the paging microphone on He Yu's ear suddenly rang.

"Please ask General Manager He to quickly hand over the seized God of wind device to General Manager Duan after intercepting the God of wind system." The mechanical female voice within the headset icily issued an instruction, "General Manager Duan is waiting for you in the third conference room."

The system pushed hard, repeating the command three times in a row.

He Yu took a deep breath and tried his best to ease his mind.

The order was given in such a hurry, He Yu knew that he couldn't delay any longer, since Xie Qingcheng wanted to separate public and private matters, then he should separate public and private matters first.

So he said to Xie Qingcheng, "...... These ...... these personal matters between us will be discussed later. Right now you have to cooperate with me and keep this drama going. I came back to this island just to protect you guys. Only if we work together can Team Zheng and the others be saved. Do you understand?"

Xie Qingcheng naturally understands the priorities, he, Zheng Jingfeng, He Yu, in fact, is a team, even if he and He Yu have more disagreements, the two are now colleagues, teammates.

He finally closed his eyes and replied by default, letting He Yu tie his hands behind his back - Xie Qingcheng's uniform was equipped with two handcuffs on the side of his waist, so He Yu simply took the handcuffs from the ground and cuffed Xie Qingcheng directly.

Xie Qingcheng : "......"

"Better than putting Mandela's handcuffs on you when we get you back." He Yu glanced at his face and could see his resistance to the stuff, but nonetheless said, "Mandela's handcuffs are electric rings that electrocute with the top of your mouth, and you wouldn't want to try them."

"...... "Very reasonable, Xie Qingcheng didn't say anything, and the Heavenly Horse rose up in the air with He Yu's order and flew towards the main fortress.

The main castle of Mandela is a Romanesque style building with thick walls, overlapping arches and vaulted ceilings. Fort group of grand and complex, each building is connected by rough stone corridor, the castle is not too much repeated carving decoration, but by the coupon corridor evenly cut light and shadow as a decoration, through a kind of rigorous and solemn temperament, from the sky overlooking down, the entire main castle complex is like engraved in Mandela Island's ancient totem, hidden elusive miracles of the gods and god traces.

The air currents were icy cold as He Yu's Heavenly Horse perched at the entrance to the main fortress, where rows and rows of guards stood, both male and female, the women all dressed in red dresses as colorful as blazing fire, the men in simple black military uniforms. Their faces were expressionless, as if something had drained the joy, anger, and sadness from their bodies, leaving them standing like soldiers on a chessboard.

"General Manager He." The pair of guards at the head of the group owed He Yu a bow, their eyes empty, "Mr. Duan is waiting for you in Conference Room 3."

When they had finished, the two rows of guards behind them repeated the phrase after them in a neatly organized fashion.

"Mr. He, Mr. Duan is waiting for you in the third conference room."

The voice echoed eerily, almost like some sort of mystical ritual.

He Yu was already accustomed to this, controlling the reins and letting the Heavenly Horse go all the way to the doorway of the arched, rough stone gates of the main fortress, rolling over and dismounting, and without a word, tugging Xie Qingcheng down and into the main fortress hall.

Like most Romanesque buildings, Mandela's main fortress has a high dome with narrow and high windows, which makes the light from the outside appear dim and misty, creating a strong sense of sanctity and fantasy, as if you were at the crossroads of heaven and earth.

Xie Qingcheng didn't have time to look around, but He Yu led him straight to the vintage elevator, which led to the ninth floor of the tower, where He Yu's room was located.

"I won't bring you over to Duan Wen's side, so as not to cause trouble." The elevator door opened, and He Yu escorted Xie Qingcheng as the two of them walked down the long corridor covered with a heavy woven wool carpet.

The two men really carried out their business to the bottom of the barrel when they spoke. Neither one dropped the ball on key actions.

He Yu's lips pressed against the edge of Xie Qingcheng's ear and whispered behind his ear, "I'll lock you up inside my room, but Duan Wen isn't comfortable with me, there's a pinhole surveillance in that room, so no matter what you see when you go in, don't act too surprised. Be sure to do all the same tricks as I did, act like you're being held captive by me, and don't let him suspect anything. Leave the rest to me."

As they spoke, the two men had reached a flash of openwork teak lacquered door, on which was nailed an elaborate plaque bearing He Yu's name.

He Yu whispered, "When you go in there, you'll think you're on TV, you remember we did a scene in school once, right? That's how it felt. You don't have to take anything seriously. If you have something you really want to say to me, cough five times in a row, I will use the opportunity to get closer to you, I have tested it, at this decibel sound Duan Wen can't hear it. Have you memorized all this?"

When he finished speaking, he lowered his eyelashes and looked at Xie Qingcheng's side face, and when he saw Xie Qingcheng nodding his head almost imperceptibly, He Yu understood that the scene between the two of them was about to "start shooting".

He first shoved Xie Qingcheng roughly on the security camera, pushing him whole against the teak gate, before clutching his hair and yanking him closer.

"You're in no position to resist, Officer Xie." He Yu raised his voice so that if anyone was staring at the surveillance on the aisle, they would be able to see the pushing and shoving between him and Xie Qingcheng, "If you want your Uncle Zheng to live, then you'd better be honest, and don't make me half as unhappy."

Xie Qingcheng clenched his teeth, his physical infirmity giving him an unnatural pallor to his face, which made him look even more like he was being subjected to humiliation and constraints he couldn't fight back against.

He rolled his eyes and stared at He Yu's face, "...... You don't hurt him."

"Oh? Do you care about him that much?"

"......"

He Yu gave a laugh and rubbed the side of his fingers against his cheeks, his gaze running over his face like the tip of a knife, "But whether I hurt him or not, the rest is up to you, Officer Xie."

"......" eyes against eyes, really like many years ago, Xie Qingcheng in Shanghai University to help He Yu walking theater.

But back then it was just a school play and Xie Qingcheng didn't have to be too cooperative, but now he has to go all out and not let Mandela's people see that he's not doing anything wrong.

"Go to my room and stay there. Think of your Uncle Zheng's life and be good."

He Yu said, opened the biometric access control system, brought Xie Qingcheng into his room, and with a click, the door closed again behind them.

Xie Qingcheng's heart trembled when he saw the layout of He Yu's bedroom.

He understood why He Yu had made a point of saying, "No matter what you see when you go in, don't act too surprised".

Because for some reason, this bedroom ...... was completely restored according to the former guest room of the He family--that is, Xie Qingcheng's housing in the He family, and even the books on the bookshelf were arranged exactly the same... ...

Next to the bed in the bedroom is a large solid wood desk with a chair in front of it. Knowing that there is a hidden camera in the room, He Yu and Xie Qingcheng engage in a very real tug-of-war, perhaps because they both have something dark inside them that needs to be vented, and when they do it, they really do use a lot of force on each other.

Between gasps, He Yu finally pressed Xie Qingcheng hard against the desk, and then pushed him into the chair, securing it with cold handcuffs on the armrests, and then drew the therapeutic restraining straps he had used in his own fits from the side of the chair, trapping the man in it.

Taking this opportunity, He Yu approached him - which, in Duan Wen's surveillance, looked like a natural move by He Yu to better suppress Xie Qingcheng.

He Yu tightly bound Xie Qingcheng while using a voice that couldn't be captured by the surveillance, he whispered, "Don't worry about it while you're here, no one else will intrude into my room except for the cleaning ones, and I'll be back later when I've taken care of things."

Xie Qingcheng's lips opened and closed slightly, barely a ripple, "Tie it loosely."

"Loosened, it's not like that." The two of them were almost lips to ears, with no more than five centimeters between them, He Yu's hot breath brushed against Xie Qingcheng's ear, and his low voice went straight to Xie Qingcheng's chest, "I'm your rival now."

"False."

"It's good that you know it in your heart." He Yu said, "Don't be so resentful of me, I'm also trying to fulfill my mission."

With a forceful gesture on his hand, the tendons on the back of his pale green hand slightly protruded, he pressed the "prisoner of war" tightly into the office leather chair, a finger-width black treatment band, like a demon's curse mark, strangled over Xie Qingcheng's light blue shirt, interlocking and sealing it.

He Yu tied the man up tightly, and the youth, dressed in black Mandela uniform, stood up straight, pulled back slightly, and looked down at the man dressed in the Dream Breaker police uniform, with his frontal hair disheveled and some blood at the corner of his mouth.

Four eyes.

The monitors hibernate in the shadowy recesses of the room.

The show, it must go on.

He Yu lowered his eyes to look at him out of the corner of his eye and said coldly, "Xie Qingcheng, have you ever, before, thought that you would have this day."

"......"

"Have you thought about it?"

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes and ignored him.

He Yu's black, half-fingered gloved hand reaches over and chokes Officer Xie's jaw.

He turned his face around and forced him to look at himself.

It was déjà vu all over again, and for a moment, they were both reminded of what had happened earlier in the Pharmaceutical Competitive Speaking Conference Building-

At that time, He Yu thought that Xie Qingcheng did not know that he was an informant of the police, so he simply had a heart of gold and took personal revenge by humiliating him.

But now he knows that Xie Qingcheng actually guessed the truth, and then recalled that experience, the heart is another taste.

As he stared at Xie Qingcheng's eyes from close range, he couldn't help but wonder what kind of mindset Xie Qingcheng had at that time to bear his insults with gritted teeth without revealing them?

He Yu couldn't find the answer in the unfocused eyes of the blind.

"Xie Qingcheng ......," he murmured.

And Xie Qingcheng also felt uncomfortable because he thought of what had happened in the conference room and tried to turn his face away again.

This reaction certainly lit a fire in He Yu's already confused mind, and a desire grew within He Yu's saddened heart.

"Look at me." He shifted from choking the other man's jaw to holding Xie Qingcheng's disheveled forehead hair, forcing him to lift his bruised and bloodstained face up so that he could look at himself again.

"......"

Xie Qingcheng still wanted to avert his gaze.

The force on He Yu's hand increased, wrenching his face even harder, "Look at me!"

Fingers were trembling.

The two men's eyes met again in close proximity for a second, two seconds ......

And then--

He Yu in this atmosphere, feel a burst of almost desperate annoyance and sadness, his heart like a tide, anxious cross, finally uncontrollably lowered his head, suddenly heavy kissed Xie Qingcheng's lips.

"!!!"

This behavior even in the acting, it is considered to be the scene to play wantonly add drama. Xie Qingcheng was caught off guard, his eyes slightly opened, he instinctively wanted to break free, but could hardly move. He Yu is too tough, entangled full of impulse, eagerness, desire, and even the instinctive possessiveness of the male bone.

"What are you doing!" In the midst of the confusion, Xie Qingcheng suddenly bit through He Yu's lips as he gasped for breath, his chest heaving together, his gaze piercing into He Yu's sickly face through the scattered ink-black frontal hair.

"......" He Yu slowly licked away the sweet blood from the corner of his own lips, while his thumb rubbed over the corner of Xie Qingcheng's mouth, wiping away the red marks that looked like fallen plums in the snow. He then placed his blood-stained finger on Xie Qingcheng's lips.

Impulsive as he was, he remembered that he was acting, and slowly stood up straight, and after a moment's silence, calmed his mind, and answered coldly from the standpoint of "Mr. He"--

"...... What do you think, instead of killing you, I left you in my room?"

And again, "To even ask that, should I say that Officer Xie is too naive or too ridiculous?"

Xie Qingcheng gasped, "...... Haven't you had enough."

"......" He Yu paused.

He suddenly realized that Xie Qingcheng may not be able to distinguish truth from fiction in such an intense collision of emotions. In other words, Xie Qingcheng might have "gotten into the movie" in the confusion because he had too much empathy and too much self-reproach. ......

He clearly saw the deep disappointment in Xie Qingcheng's eyes, as well as the pain. He could feel that Xie Qingcheng's words were kowtowing to his sincerity, and not a complete game.

That kind of look made He Yu involuntarily avert his gaze, he dropped his eyelashes and was silent for a while before he was able to brutally crack a smile before saying, "...... Yeah, you deceived me like that in the first place, causing me to almost even lose my life, so tell me, how can I let you off so easily? "

Saying that, he straightened up, his hand dropped down to the side of Xie Qingcheng's bound waist, and then as the two of them separated, He Yu suddenly searched out the row of equipment pouches storing rn-13 concentrated injection and serum No.2 fixed on the side of Xie Qingcheng's leather buckle.

"He Yu, you--!"

Xie Qingcheng didn't expect He Yu to do this, and a hint of panic surfaced in his eyes - these were the two most effective potions he used when he was doing missions for the Dream Breaker Organization, and even though they would cause damage to his body, they were undoubtedly very effective, and if He Yu wouldn't let him use them, or simply destroyed them for him. then he would be able to do almost nothing next.

He couldn't be bothered to argue with He Yu any further, and tried his best to imply with a warning look that He Yu should not act rashly.

But He Yu ignored him.

He Yu just wanted to put an end to this "drama" and conversation that was getting out of hand as soon as possible. He took away the injections and said slowly, "Well, I have things to do, so sit here and wait for me."

"He Yu!"

"I don't need to teach you what to do in a cage, Xie Qingcheng."

"......"

"Behave yourself and you can suffer less."

He Yu lightly dropped a sentence, and did not meet Xie Qingcheng's eyes again, he looked at the time on his wristwatch, and then pushed the door and walked out, leaving Xie Qingcheng sitting alone in the room as if it was a flashback.