My reunion with you is a belated confession

Chapter 102

"Hey, what's the matter?" Liu Hao saw the sweat on He Mingsheng's face, and was anxious for a moment: "Are you sick?"

But after asking the two questions for a long time, he did not wait for He Mingsheng's answer.

The inquiry was fruitless, but He Mingsheng's complexion was very bad, Liu Hao could only turn his gaze to Sister Zhang behind.

Just as Sister Zhang was about to speak, she heard He Mingsheng say, "It's okay."

Liu Hao looked at He Mingsheng staring at the passing car just now, with straight eyes.

"You don't seem to be okay."

While speaking, He Mingsheng took out his mobile phone.

Perhaps the person on the opposite side didn't answer the phone, and the mood that had just improved was instantly agitated, and the atmosphere in the car suddenly became a little tense.

He Mingsheng put down the phone and was about to speak when Liu Hao saw a message pop up on the phone interface.

It's Xingheng's news.

He Mingsheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Xingheng asked He Mingsheng if there was anything wrong, he was in a meeting and couldn't answer the phone.

He Mingsheng only replied and asked when can it be finished?

He Mingsheng didn't hear from Xingheng again, he just thought he was busy.

He Mingsheng put away his phone and apologized to the two people in the car.

The car started again, but for some reason, He Mingsheng always felt that the strangeness in his heart hadn't subsided, or even worsened.

But he has already promised to treat the two people in the car to dinner, if he can't talk now, he will be somewhat speechless.

Until he sat in front of the hot hot pot, He Mingsheng was restless.

Only then did Miss Zhang see that He Mingsheng had something on his mind.

Reminiscent of the situation on the road just now, Sister Zhang asked, "Is there something wrong with Xiaohe?"

He Mingsheng shook his head, but said truthfully: "I always feel restless."

"Come on! Eat a hairy belly, and everything will be fine." Liu Hao put the hairy belly with his chopsticks into He Mingsheng's bowl.

Concentrating his emotions, he picked up the hairy belly in the bowl, and just brought it to his mouth, He Mingsheng froze.

Liu Hao hissed and said, "So what..."

Before he could utter the word "Let", He Mingsheng who was on the opposite side suddenly got up and walked straight to the side of the table, even ignoring others when he met him.

It should not have happened to He Mingsheng.

Realizing that something was wrong, Liu Hao also put down his chopsticks, and said to Sister Zhang, "I'll go and have a look."

As soon as he arrived at He Mingsheng's side, he heard He Mingsheng say: "Aren't you in a meeting?"

The person being questioned turned pale and glanced at the person sitting across from him.

Liu Hao, who didn't know the ins and outs, looked at the two people sitting there looking at each other, especially since he hadn't seen Xingheng in person for so long, so he didn't know what Xingheng looked like at all, but only knew about this person's appearance. Existence, coupled with He Mingsheng's question just now, has already filled his mind with a lot of gossip.

Just as he was about to speak, one of the people who was asked said, "What kind of meeting is this? After class, Xingheng said he went to find you for dinner?"

As soon as these words came out, He Mingsheng shook his head, and a picture appeared in his mind, so fast that he couldn't catch it.

Visible shaking of the body.

"problem occurs!"

The affirmative tone made the two people who were sitting nervous.

Just then, He Mingsheng's cell phone rang.

The moment He Mingsheng picked up a series of unfamiliar phone numbers, he said without any hesitation, pause, or consideration, "Wei Qian."

"It's an honor that you know me so well."

"You want to do..."

A burst of applause interrupted He Mingsheng's words, followed by a group of people singing birthday songs.

He Mingsheng turned his head and left.

After leaving the store, there was a burst of wild laughter on the phone, with sarcasm: "Look, your good brother doesn't care much about you, he doesn't even know where you are!"

He Mingsheng clenched his hands tightly, the knuckles of his hand holding the phone turned white.

He Mingsheng was very anxious when he didn't hear Xingheng's voice.

"Wei Qian, what do you want?" He Mingsheng's voice was obviously anxious.

"He Mingsheng, want to see him?"

Although he was asking He Mingsheng, he laughed again before waiting for anyone to answer, and then a busy tone came from the phone.

"What's going on?" Shi Zuo asked after coming out.

Along with them are Wu Hang, Sister Zhang and Liu Hao.

"Wei Qian took Xingheng away."

"What?" Wu Hang's voice was not low, and this sound attracted passers-by.

Shizuo glanced at him.

Only then did Wu Hang lower his voice: "No, what's going on? Why did Wei Qian take Xingheng away? What's the purpose?"

This is what He Mingsheng wanted to know.

It stands to reason that He Meiqi used Xingheng's hands to deal with He Guoping, not incidentally dealt with Lu Tao, Wei Qian couldn't possibly not know.

What Wei Qian did to Xingheng, He Mingsheng really couldn't forgive, or ignore.

However, even so, he hadn't acted yet, so he couldn't find a reason for Wei Qian to take Xingheng away.

A dilapidated garage with scattered parts and only a bed in the corner.

I don't know if it's because the venue is too big or the person on the bed is too thin. From the angle of the door, I can only vaguely see a white blanket on the bed.

With a "squeak", the door opened harshly and with a touch of panic.

The visitor was dressed in black, like a raincoat, but it was a bit heavy, and the Martin boots on his feet were filled with water. Every step he took, a footprint would be left on the ground.

The person on the bed was still awake, but his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he had not slept soundly.

The man walked to the bed, took off his coat, and the face buried under it was revealed, it was Wei Qian.

Go to the edge of the bed and sit down, watching the person on the bed in a trance until there is movement from the person next to him.

"woke up?"

Wei Qian's voice was calm, even softer than Xing Heng had ever heard before.

Stellar did not respond.

Wei Qian didn't care, took the food he had just brought back, and said, "Get up and eat something when you wake up, or your good brother may only have time to collect your body."

Xingheng opened his eyes.

The lights in the room were dim, and Xing Heng couldn't help being startled.

Wei Qian probably didn't know that he didn't like Guangguang, so it was just a coincidence.

Looking around the surrounding environment, he was indeed thinking too much.

I'm afraid I can find decent places around, except for this small corner where he sleeps.

The eating star on the bed did not move, but turned his gaze to the person sitting not far away.

Wei Qian was sitting on a motorcycle with only one body left, the kind without any wheels.

Just like that, no one spoke.

Wei Qian didn't look at Xingheng, but he knew that Xingheng was looking at him.

"What, have pity on me?" Suddenly, Wei Qian said.

But as always, I didn't look at the stars.

Wei Qian didn't look at him, Xing Heng didn't make a sound, just stared at him.

It seemed difficult for him to define what he was thinking about Wei Qian.

When we first wanted to make friends, Wei Qian happened to appear. It's not that he didn't want to make friends, but because Wei Qian appeared at such a coincident time, he kept an eye on it. Not too many surprises, just feel a little powerless.

Later, when Wei Qian tortured him and played the audio of his biological mother being raped in front of him, he felt resentful and even wanted to cut him into pieces.

When he found out that Wei Qian had even used He Mingsheng, he took revenge on Lu Tao along with his hatred for Wei Qian.

But just now, he suddenly loosened a bit.

He has experienced the look of being alone and having nowhere to rely on.

"What did you bring me here for?" Xing Heng still asked.

Wherever he looked, he couldn't see Wei Qian's expression clearly, only heard the man chuckle softly, with self-deprecation.