I took Xie Qingcheng's number.

Wang Jiankang is the Director of External Communications at HU in his early forties.

Because of his work, Wang Jiankang has a wide range of contacts and often has to meet people outside the company for dinner.

Xie Qingcheng and he also met once or twice, I think this man is very annoying, and then see him to go around, so at best it is an "acquaintance", not to talk about "understanding".

"I don't believe in ghosts and gods, since he died, most likely it has nothing to do with what happened at Cheng Kang Psychiatric Hospital." Xie Qingcheng took another sip of tea, and said, "Moreover, it has nothing to do with Jiang Lanpei."

He Yu turned around and looked at the radio tower: "Cheng Kang is making a lot of noise, I'm afraid it's not as simple as a mental hospital."

He Yu didn't need to say it, Xie Qingcheng knew it too.

Can the school's TV tower are manipulated, radiation range of all electronic communication tools were illegal uniformly put video, but also in such a high degree of martial law under the theft of police photographs, Shanghai City Public Security Bureau of the director of this moment is estimated to have to be sent to the emergency cardiovascular section to go.

To be able to do such a thing, and to openly provoke, the arrogance of the person behind it is self-evident.

And this matter actually involved in the Shanghai University, Shanghai University is Xie Xue is now employed in the place ...... Xie Qingcheng Thinking, head a little hidden pain, he subconsciously touched the packet of cigarettes out to smoke, but looked at He Yu, felt that he would have an opinion, so still walked to the balcony.

He Yu heard the soft sound of a lighter behind him and looked back to see a faint light in the night.

Xie Qingcheng brought the lighter to the edge of the cigarette, and the light of the fire outlined his sharp profile and long eyelashes, giving him a gentle scarlet edge. Then he withdrew the lighter, leaving only the fire burning on the cigarette flickering brightly and dimly.

Like fireflies.

Xie Qingcheng finished a whole cigarette and came back from the balcony with a soft cough, pulling the glass sliding door closed.

"I'll go cook up a snack." It was annoying to be around, and it was probably going to be hard to sleep tonight, so I might as well eat something to stay up and see how it turned out.

Xie Qingcheng asked He Yu: "What do you want?"

"Caviar and purple urchin sashimi."

"Get out."

"...... That's all right."

Xie Qingcheng went to the kitchen.

He cooks sharply, and cleanly, like performing an operation, everything is clear and organized. The sound of a range hood blares inside, and He Yu looks down at his cell phone.

The volume of WeChat messages has exploded.

The main thing is that the group of students, all talking about what happened tonight, it is estimated that no one in the entire University of Shanghai can close their eyes, even if they are honestly with friends and classmates to stay in the dormitory, everyone's eyes are all looking at the cell phone video.

"Who the hell is Z."

"Z must be the last name of that murdered target, my last name is Xu, great, I'm fine."

My name is Chang!"

"It's okay classmate, my last name is Zhao, I've never disliked my last name like this, and I can't sleep."

There were even a few idiots who spontaneously formed a group of classmates starting with Z and L, saying that they would hug and comfort each other in the group.

Someone else noted, "As soon as the handkerchief-throwing song starts up again, it's definitely a target killing. Our whole dorm room is watching that handkerchief throwing video, it's horrible ......"

The news push also jumped to the home page.

However, when He Yu clicked in, the content had already been deleted by the publisher, and it was estimated that the Internet police were already working overtime to censor the information at this point. He understands the situation, the situation is not under control, and do not know exactly what will happen next, the stakes behind the scenes, the people involved, all are still unclear, the official can not allow such news quickly spread on the Internet, otherwise it is easy to cause rumors to spread and the masses panicked.

He Yu has a family group that basically doesn't talk much, and he reasonably suspects that his parents and his brother have a small group of three, and anyway, he, the psychopath, always seems to be an extra-familial presence.

But today HU out of such a thing, Lv Zhishu still in the group sent a message: "things your father have told me, you and Dr. Xie went home to let us know."

He Yu: "To the dormitory."

He Jiwei: "Take a picture."

He Yu sighed, which was a sign that he was probably being perfunctory and checking in here.

He then got up and with a pull on the kitchen door, "Xie Qingcheng, my dad wants me to take a picture of you."

Xie Qingcheng frowned, "I'll just call him later."

He Yu had better say that, and he didn't want to care about the "Loving Family" group. He threw his cell phone away and walked behind Xie Qingcheng. Xie Qingcheng was cooking noodles, and it smelled good.

"What are you doing in here."

"Watch you cook. Learn a little."

Xie Qingcheng didn't chase him away, he was about to fry two eggs, and as he beat the eggs with one hand and poured them into the pan, he realized that he hadn't tied his apron because he was a bit distracted.

Though he could cook, he hated the idea of having fumes on him and having to manage the fried egg in front of him, so he sidled up to He Yu and said, "Do me a favor and bring me the apron to tie."

He Yu: "......" himself really become his secretary.

"What are you looking at, why are you standing there, come on."

He Yu had no choice but to go to the back of the door and fetch the apron - it wasn't Xie Xue's at first glance, a very clean and plain apron, presumably the one Xie Xue had prepared for Xie Qingcheng.

"How do you tie this thing?"

"...... You are so ten-fingered."

"It's not that I don't know how to tie it, I've used it, but I haven't tied it for anyone."

"Figure it out for yourself."

He Yu thought about it for a moment and realized that it wasn't that difficult, so he walked up behind Xie Qingcheng and brought his apron around to tie it on for him.

When tying it, He Yu once again realized that Xie Qingcheng's waist was very thin, and before he just looked at it with cold eyes, but this time he took the rope and looped it around the side of his waist, and also tied a knot and buckle behind his back.

He Yu is taller than Xie Qingcheng, Xie Qingcheng stood in front of the stove, He Yu stood behind him, lowered his eyes and tied the knot carefully for Xie Qingcheng, when he raised his eyes again, he could see Xie Qingcheng's lowered neck.

It's very white, an almost transparent porcelain white.

On the side of the back of the neck, there is a small vermilion mole.

He Yu has never seen Xie Qingcheng's neck from this angle before. When he was a child, he was not tall enough to see it, and when he met again, he never looked at Xie Qingcheng's neck from behind. It was only now that he realized that Xie Qingcheng's neck was very beautiful, and he subconsciously said, "Xie Qingcheng, you have a mole on the back of your neck."

And added.

"Red."

His voice was so close, and in a position against his neck, that Xie Qingcheng's male instincts made him feel a little pricked, and he turned his head back for a moment.

Stupid straight men are so stupid.

In this case, he did turn back out of a sense of male territoriality, wanting to make sure he was safe and pull away.

But the stupid straight man didn't consider that He Yu's voice was already so close, and his hand was still resting on the side of his waist tying his apron, so what kind of distance was it to turn back to him at that moment?

He Yu's lips touched Xie Qingcheng's side ear at once, and even touched a little bit on the cheek with his warm lips because both of them did not react in time.

Slapdash-like light touch, wildfire-like embarrassment.

It's stiff.

He Yu: "......"

Xie Qingcheng : "......"

The side of the ear is a very sensitive place for many people, Xie Qingcheng was no exception, even if it was only for a short time, he still felt the low slow hot breath belonging to a boy, the hormone-rich young homosexual gave him a strong sense of pressure and sense of aggression, he coldly pushed the other person against He Yu's chest and pushed him away.

Both of their faces were very ugly for a while, staring at each other not knowing what to say.

I'm sorry?

It was Xie Qingcheng himself who turned back, He Yu couldn't have apologized, and Xie Qingcheng couldn't have apologized at all.

What are you doing?

...... Obviously, there's no need to even ask, it's just a tragic coincidence caused by a straight man's brainlessness.

After a moment of stalemate with each other, a strange odor suddenly came from the pot.

He Yu came back to his senses and said to Xie Qingcheng, "It's burnt!"

Xie Qingcheng immediately turned around, and sure enough, one side of the omelette was already blackened.

"......"

He hadn't burnt an egg since he was eight years old, and today was a bloody bad day.

Xie Qingcheng suppressed the fire, moved the pan out of the way, and said to He Yu, "What are you doing here. Get out."

He also drew a kitchen wipe and wiped the side of his ear and cheek where He Yu's lips had touched it with a sullen face.

He Yu: "......"

This inadvertent touching of lips is not the same as the previous pairing that was intentionally neat.

He Yu also felt quite uncomfortable, did not say anything else, lowered his head and went out. After returning to the living room, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, feeling that Xie Qingcheng's eyes were too cold, with an obvious sense of rejection and overlooking.

He Yu doesn't like this feeling.

He has been suppressed by Xie Qingcheng since he was a child, and when he met Xie Qingcheng after he went to college, he slowly corrected the shadow he had on Xie Qingcheng from his childhood, and has even taken the initiative in their relationship many times.

But with that look in his eyes, He Yu was immediately hooked back into his memories-- Xie Qingcheng was still Xie Qingcheng, still able to look down on him with bayonet-like eyes, calmly and critically.

Xie Qingcheng actually still occupies an absolutely dominant position.

As he was thinking, his cell phone suddenly rang.

He Yu was so distracted that he thought it was He Jiwei who was tired of waiting for the call and answered it casually.

"Hello."

"Hey, Brother Xie, I just finished my mission to be able to call, and I saw that something happened near your school. Brother, you wait a moment, I will come over now, I am quite uneasy about you ......"

He Yu held the cell phone away from himself, only to realize that he had made a mistake, and that he was answering a call from Xie Qingcheng.

And the caller ID shows a person with the handle "Chen Man."

It sounded like a flustered and furry teenager.

He also called me brother with a very comfortable and intimate manner.

He Yu and Chen Man had met before, and both of them ate with Xie Qingcheng in the cafeteria and chatted for a while.

But unfortunately, neither of them gave their names at the time.

Again, the time gap was a bit long, and since voices can be a bit distorted over the phone, neither of them could hear the other's identity.

He Yu was a little less comfortable for some reason, and he glanced at Xie Qingcheng, who was still in the kitchen brushing the pan and re-frying the eggs, and got up to walk out to the balcony.

"Brother, why don't you say something? You ......"

He Yu pulled the balcony door closed and opened it very politely, "May I ask who you are?"

"Hey? Isn't it Brother Xie?" The other party obviously froze for a moment, "Who are you?"

"I'm a friend of Dr. Shea's."

"Oh, well, you put my brother on the phone then."

He Yu brought a smile, but his voice was colder as he said, "Xie Qingcheng doesn't seem to have a brother, where are you a relative from, never heard him talk about it."

Chen Man paused for a moment, and he was not stupid enough to hear that the person who answered the phone was picking holes here.

After all, Mr. Chen is a police officer. He is the only one who interrogates others, but no one else interrogates him.

And upon careful listening, the other party should be a male about the same age as himself. At this point in time, after this kind of incident, the young boy who could still stay with Xie Qingcheng, who could it be?

Chen Man couldn't have imagined for a moment that he had also forgotten the dinner companion he had talked so much about that day.

He was wary and suspicious of He Yu: "And who are you. Which friend? There are only a few of Xie's friends, I should know them all."

He Yu smiled, his eyes looking up at the scarlet Canton Tower, which made his pupils look a little deep and ghostly.

He didn't really need to introduce himself, but he said, "My name is He Yu."

"He didn't tell me about you."

He Yu's expression did not move, looking at the tower as if he wanted to say something, but did not know what to say.

He suddenly realized that he and Xie Qingcheng did not have much overlap in their social circles.

This surname Chen ......

"He Yu, what's wrong?" The sliding door behind him was suddenly pulled open, and Xie Qingcheng stood there.

"...there was a phone call, I took it by mistake and answered it."

Xie Qingcheng: "Whose."

"Chen Man."

Xie Qingcheng went over to take the cell phone from He Yu as soon as he heard the name, and turned around to answer the phone inside the house.

He Yu stood silent and watched.

Xie Qingcheng is a very aloof person, not very prone to showing interest and concern for others. Aside from Xie Xue, there is basically no one who can draw his undue attention.

But this Chen Man seems to be an exception.

He Yu Inexplicably more uncomfortable.