Duan Congzhi also knew that Qin Ke could not be blamed for this. His feelings were never controlled by others, and he had no face so big that he liked Qin Ke and Qin Ke had to like him, but he was somewhat unwilling.

He sighed, he is not the protagonist, he does not have the protagonist's life, and there is no such thing as the ability to heat the iceberg of Qin Ke, his life is gone. What more feelings are there to talk about, and realize the reality.

After Duan Congzhi finished reading the book in mourning, the book was closed and put away. Duan Congzhi also seemed to have been put away and plunged into darkness.

It was absolute darkness, a piece of nothingness, it seemed very wide and it seemed very cramped, all the senses were ineffective, he could not even feel his own existence, and his consciousness gradually stagnated.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a long time, or maybe just a moment, he heard a cheerful dog barking.

"Tang Yuan!" Duan Congzhi yelled, and was awakened by himself.

He opened his eyes, his eyes blank and out of focus. A few seconds later, Duan Congzhi blinked and gradually saw the scene in front of him.

The ceiling, um, a very rich ceiling at a glance.

He rubbed his forehead, what wealth, this is the ceiling he can see every morning since he was twelve years old.

This is his bedroom.

Duan Congzhi sat up, looked around for a week, then walked to the window and opened the curtains, and glutinous rice **** were running on the grass downstairs.

He was sure that this was in the Qin family, but the scene after death was still vivid, and there was some confusion in his beautiful eyes. What happened?

The bedroom door was knocked three times. Duan Congzhi walked over and opened the door. Outside the door was the old butler, Uncle Ying, with a smiled face: "Master, breakfast is ready."

Duan Congzhi nodded, walked back to the bathroom to wash, and then came out. Uncle Ying was still waiting for him at the door. When Duan Congzhi walked to him, he bowed slightly, and then led Duan Cong downstairs.

Uncle Ying is the manager of the Qin family, almost watching Duan Congzhi grow up, but except for the few days when he first arrived at the Qin family, Uncle Ying seldom came to wake him up in person.

After all, he is the manager. From morning till night, he has his eyes on almost everything in the Qin family. There is usually a reason for Uncle Ying to call him to get up.

Duan Congzhi said calmly: "I went to bed too late yesterday and I had a headache."

Uncle Ying turned around when he heard the words, with a worried expression on his face: "Young master drank a lot of wine yesterday. Please ask Doctor Fang to see it later?"

I drank a lot last night and drank a lot. There should be some dinner or dinner. There are not many dinners for him to drink. The former is more likely.

Duan Congzhi shook his head: "No."

The Qin family is very large, but the various functional areas are arranged in a reasonable manner. Duan Congzhi lives in the central area, and it will not take long for the bedroom to the dining room.

He stood about ten steps away from the dining table and stopped.

Duan Congzhi did not expect to see Qin Ke again one day, face to face.

The man sitting at the dining table seemed to feel something. He raised his head and looked over here. Duan Congzhi evaded his eyes and met his sight. The emotion in his eyes had not converged. Duan Congzhi was flustered for a moment and avoided. His gaze, when he looked back again, Qin Ke had already looked down at the document in his hand.

Duan Congzhi settled down and continued to walk over.

Qin Ke would often look at some documents at breakfast or in the car. What is not important—or very important—is sorted out all kinds of information.

Anyway, most people who pretended to be in front of Qin Ke would not know that they had been completely stripped privately.

Duan Congzhi was accustomed to sitting down on his right hand side. Most of the time, the Qin family’s dining table was the only two of them. Qin Ke was the main seat, and Duan Congzhi was sitting beside him.

Qin Ke looked at something different today. Duan Congzhi glanced at it twice. It should be a photo album.

He thought of the photo of Qin Ke's study in that book. Now that others are here, who is Qin Ke looking at?

The breakfast was served, and Duan Congzhi felt that today's crab soup dumpling was extraordinarily sour. He couldn't hold back, "Which deceased are you looking at?"

The two words of the old man are extremely heavy, and the tune is dragged, which is strange.

Qin Ke lifted his eyes and gave him the photo album on his hand.

Duan Congzhi just wanted to tell me what he was doing, so he saw the photo in the album, it was himself.

Duan Congzhi: "..."

Duan Congzhi was very familiar with the page he was turning over. It was a photo used at his funeral, but it is now in color. It was taken on his 20th birthday.

If you guessed it correctly, it should be the one that Wei Zhizhi saw.

It's really an "old friend".

After handing him the album, Qin Ke looked at the information sent by his assistant.

Duan Congzhi’s angle is just right to see the data number: 20200708

Today is July 8th. Yesterday was his twentieth birthday. The photos were taken yesterday, and they were organized and sent today.

Twenty years old, his size is also a whole life, the Qin family held a birthday banquet for him last night, not as grand as Qin Ke, but he was the first outsider to hold a birthday banquet at the Qin’s family, the guests looked at his eyes last night They are much eager.

Duan Congzhi gently stirred the yellow rice porridge, lowered his eyes to the ridicule in his eyes. He could even hold a much more important funeral at Qin's family. What is a birthday party?

So what?

Qin Ke still rejected him.

For him, what happened last night was two years ago, and the details were a little vague, but the embarrassment and embarrassment that was ruthlessly rejected after plucking up the courage seemed to be engraved in the depths of the soul, no matter how long it took. In retrospect, people want to close their eyes and escape.

He went to Qin Ke by his drunkenness and confessed-it was not a confession. It would be more appropriate to recommend a pillow seat by himself. It was an adult, so he didn't need to make it clear.

Everyone knows what it means for Father Qin to put him beside Qin Ke.

As far as Duan Congzhi himself is concerned, he has nothing to unwilling. Qin Ke is very good to him. Besides, he likes Qin Ke and doesn't know when it started, but he knows that he likes Qin Ke.

He knew that Qin Ke should have no such feelings for him, and he didn't care. Qin Ke was different to him, there was no doubt about it.

At that time, he thought that Qin Ke would never fall in love with anyone in his life. In this case, that special point was enough, enough for him to dedicate himself.

However, Qin Ke refused.

Duan Congzhi vaguely remembered that in his previous life, this morning, Uncle Ying had also come to call him.

But he didn't go downstairs, and he didn't want to lose face at all. He only offered himself a pillow last night and was rejected. He wasn't so serious that he could walk in front of others the next day.

Duan Congzhi forgot how he adjusted it in his previous life. Anyway, now he is very grateful to Qin Ke, and thank Qin Ke for not accepting him.

People like Qin Ke, with him, can be because of his power, wealth, and even his face, but definitely not because of loving him, destined to be unresponsive, like a swamp full of loneliness and despair. It's a struggle, and the more mud feet sink.

After breakfast, I couldn’t touch a glass of fresh milk. Duan Congzhi was a bit greasy. The milk was flown from the ranch every day. He drank it from 12 to 20. On the second day of his 20th birthday, he saw it again. In fact, he had been drinking until he was 22 years old.

I was used to it before, but now I am a little tired.

Duan Congzhi suddenly wanted to drink Wangzi's milk. He hadn't drank it again after he was twelve years old. The sweet milk fragrance has been hidden in the depths of his memory, inadvertently appearing, making people linger.

The chef of the Qin family is omnipotent. The chef can prepare any drink he wants on the spot, and he rarely adds coloring agents, flavors and sweeteners.

But the family will not prepare this kind of mixed milk for a few dollars a can.

Of course, if he says he wants to drink, Uncle Ying will apologize to him on behalf of all the housekeeping staff in the Qin family, and Wangzi's milk will be delivered within 15 minutes.

And from now on, all kinds of modified milk will become the regular drinks of the Qin family.

He didn't want to toss.

Duan Congzhi stared at the milk for a while, only to get bored.

It may be a hangover. He has a bad appetite today. He ate breakfast a bit slower than usual. After he finished drinking his milk, Qin Ke put down the papers in his hand and got up. Duan Congzhi followed him.

Qin Ke kept walking outside, and Duan Cong followed him without saying a word. Looking at his back, he suddenly remembered the scene last night.

Duan Congzhi drank some wine, his cheeks flushed slightly, and his eyes were bright. Looking at Qin Ke, there was admiration and expectation in it. It was the first time he did such a thing. He pursed his lips shyly and shouted. Sanye.

What was Qin Ke like at that time?

There was no slight fluctuation in Qin Ke's eyes, and his expression was no different from seeing any stranger. Seeing Duan Congzhi's face, he could no longer smile. He said, "Congzhi, this is not what you want."

Duan Congzhi thought, this is the question of whether he wants or not, Qin Ke doesn't want it.

Qin Ke didn't want him.

Only after Duan Cong came to understand that Qin Ke wanted him to follow him peacefully, so he did this from that day to death in his previous life.

Be quiet as a vase when nothing is wrong, and be a knife when there is nothing.

Duan Congzhi has been doing this for two years and is very proficient.

He followed Qin Ke through the hall. The door of the hall was open. The driver had drove the car to the door, and the bodyguard was standing by the door waiting.

Qin Ke stopped suddenly and turned around. Duan Congzhi was unclear. What do you mean, do it again, don't let him follow?

"Go and change clothes."

Duan Congzhi followed his gaze and glanced down at himself. The dark blue satin fabric was very valuable at first sight. The point was that this was pajamas.

He came out with Qin Ke in his pajamas.

Generally speaking, he did go out with Qin Ke after breakfast, but it was too late today, and when Uncle Ying came to call, he went downstairs and forgot about it.

Duan Congzhi's ears were quietly red, and he was very keen on Qin Ke's emotions. He was sure that Qin Ke was smiling just now.

What did he mean? At first I thought he was just going to send him out, so he didn't say anything. Now that he knew he was going to follow, let him go upstairs and change his clothes?

Is this waiting for him?

Duan Congzhi was not very sure, Qin Ke would never wait for something like this to happen to others, and others did not have the opportunity to send Qin Ke out. In terms of these trivial matters, Qin Ke could no longer condone him.

Duan Congzhi once thought that this was all Qin Ke's gentleness, and such indulgence made him happy, now...

Duan Congzhi thought blankly, Qin Ke could hug people and coax, this is just a little bit leaking out of his fingers, why is he happy?

Of course, this is indeed worth cherishing, after all, it is the treatment of the baby sweetheart with his arms around him, he does not.

But to put it more vulgarly, not marrying He Liao, obviously can't give him what he wants, why give him hope again and again.

Reluctant, inseparable, and unbreakable.

Duan Congzhi pressed the corners of his mouth: "I have a headache, no more."

He finished talking and turned upstairs. The moment he turned, Duan Zongzhi pursed his lips. He knew that Qin Ke was watching him where he was, and he could not turn his head to see Qin Ke's reaction. This was the first time he had met Qin Ke in his two lives. Ke shakes his face.

Qin Ke's identity was placed there, and he was rarely rejected, and no one would lose his face. Now that he brushed his face in front of so many people, what would Qin Ke think?

Duan Congzhi's back was straightened, and he walked to the top of the stairs without looking back.

Qin Ke was kind to him, probably because he was obedient and easy to use. Now that he is disobedient, Qin Ke should also withdraw his preferential treatment, just cut off his thoughts.

Qin Ke watched him on the spot for a while, until Duan Congzhi passed the corner and couldn't see him before he said to his uncle: "Call the doctor over."

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