Certificate of Conformity

In the monitoring room, the shimmering light of the screen reveals the darkness of the youthful white face.

The amber pupil stared intently at the scene on the video, and when he saw something, he said to the people around him: "Put the video back for a few seconds."

After rewinding the video according to his instructions, Xia Ming said again: "Enlarge the picture."

After the man’s face was clearly printed in his eyes, the young man’s thin lips were slightly whispered and whispered: “Sure enough.”

The man really came here.

Ether, chains, and scalpels were all carefully prepared for each other. However, he counted everything, but he did not expect that men would hypnotize.

Xia Ming can't help but sway. After this failure, the man will be more vigilant.

What should he do next?

At the moment when he was annoyed and regretted, Chen Heng’s phone suddenly came over.

The young man’s eyes lit up and he couldn’t wait to pick up the phone.

There was no sound coming from the phone, and Xia Ming swallowed a mouthful of water and cautiously shouted: "Su Shi."

"It's me." There was a hoarse voice from the man.

Xia Ming did not know what to say to the other party, and slammed: "I'm sorry, I..."

"You don't have to say sorry, I understand." Chen Heng slightly narrowed his eyes and directly interrupted the words of the youth.

He knows that Xia Ming will soon remember everything and take the initiative to confess: "I don't know if you like me." He paused and thought about it: "What you did to me made me somewhat unacceptable. I have never been treated like this by others."

Xia Ming grievances with some grievances, tears burst into a faint mist. "I know that I am not doing this right, but if I don't do this, you won't be mine."

Chen Heng raised his eyelids and stared at the man in the mirror. The sly kiss marks were like a shameful mark on his body, especially the two points on the chest, red and swollen, even bigger than the original. Doubled, inlaid in his chest, the picture looks obscene.

The hand holding the phone was slightly tight, the man lowered his voice and said with a sad and depressed mood: "Xia Ming, you are a very good person, I like you very much, but -" Listening to the phone The head was so excited and gasping, Chen Heng slowly said: "But my heart is occupied by Yichen, and no one can accommodate any more."

Xia Ming was red with a sad heart, and the subconscious put his finger on his mouth. "I can't? I will be good to you, I have money, I can raise you all my life."

"Emotions can't be bought with money."

Chen Heng folded and walked to the bed and sat down. His voice was low. "I have already thought about it. I have to stay with Yichen forever. Even if he doesn't love me, it doesn't matter. I just have to look at him from afar. Satisfied."

The mouth of the mouth provoked a trace of malicious smile. The man’s expression at this time was like a hunter who set a trap to lure the beast. He said slowly in a deep and full-hearted tone: “As long as Yichen lives in this world for a day, I will love him for one day. Forever."

Hearing here, the fog in Xia Ming’s eyes faded away, revealing a haze. “If he died, would you still love him?”

The purpose of Chen Heng is to evoke the killing of the youth, to hear the words, to return to him in a sigh of tone: "I don't know, there is only him in my life. If he is not there, maybe I will start a new one. Life."

"I know."

A decision has been made in my heart, and the light in Xia Ming’s eyes gradually closes, slowly saying: “Su Shi, I will not give up.”

"Hey." Chen Heng sighed deliberately. "Don't waste energy on me, it's not worth it."

"I said it is worth it."

With a bang, the young man on the phone hangs up the phone.

Chen Heng slammed his mobile phone on the bed and made a strange smile on his lips.

I hope that Xia Ming will not let him down.

When I came back, the living room came with Song Wenze’s long sound line. "Brother, are you at home? I am coming back."

Chen Heng blinked, picked up the bathrobe on the bed, turned and opened the door and went out.

At that time, Song Wenze was stacking the big bag of things on the sofa. When he saw the man, the smile on his face was like a water, and he was about to rush to give the man a bear hug, and the corner of his eye was awkward. The traces, his smile suddenly stiffened on his face.

Chen Heng did not find his strange appearance. He walked over as usual. He glanced at the things on the sofa and smiled. "Is it fun to play with Yichen? How come I bought so many things." Bags, which are expensive high-end men's clothing.

"Right, Yichen, did he come back with you?" Chen Heng straightened up and looked in the direction of the door.

I listened to the youth with an unprecedented indifference and said: "We are very happy when we are not here."

Chen Heng heard the irony in the youth, and glimpsed it, and turned back subconsciously. "How are you..."

The words have not been finished, the body was pushed, the man went back a few steps after an unstable, and the last **** sat on the designer clothes on the sofa. Without waiting for him to slow down, Song Wenze pressed directly toward him, one hand stuck his neck, the other hand went to lick his bathrobe.

Chen Heng had a chill in his eyes, and he clenched his fists on the hands on both sides. In the end, he still resisted the urge to kill.

Just listening to the tear, the white bathrobe was pulled open, and the hickey on the man's chest was all in the eyes of Song Wenze. The youthful white face faded all emotions, and his eyes stared at Chen Heng’s chest urgently. His voice was cold and he said in a word: "You go to bed with someone?"

Chen Heng does not think that Song Wenze is qualified to ask him in such a tone.

These imprints of shame were uncovered by Song Wenze. Chen Heng’s mood was very uncomfortable and his voice was cold. “Azer, I am a man, I also have desires.”

Since the explanation is unclear, then simply admit it.

"What about your boyfriend? Why have I never heard of you?"

The young man did not leave from Chen Heng’s body, and even extended his fingertips to touch the red and swollen skin.

There was an unspeakable tingling in the chest. Chen Heng browed down and grabbed Song Wenze's wrist. "What are you doing?" This sentence is quite harsh, and apparently a bit angry.