Upon hearing this, He Ming immediately frowned and said, "Who said I would get tired of it?"

Qi Han leaned half against him and chuckled, saying, "Yes, yes, you don't know, but there's a possibility that I do. You're beautiful now, but when you get old and pale in the future..."

"Qi Han!" He Ming really didn't understand what was going on with him. Everything else was fine, but it was too unprofessional. His heartless appearance made people want to take a bite.

"Originally, we are in a sweet period now, so 'beauty is in the eyes of the beholder'. Soon, we will enter a period of fatigue."

"..."

He Ming twitched at the corner of his mouth, finally biting his lips and passionately sucking and kissing.

"Mmm, dinner..."

"I'll eat later."

He Ming now understands that in order to make Qi Han serious, there is only one way to do it by example. Of course, after they finished tinkering, dinner had already cooled down and the two of them didn't have much energy to eat.

The storm that night has cleared up.

Starting from the second day, He Ming was once again immersed in the intense work. The promotion of the new product is imminent, but there is still a lot of preparation work to be completed, especially the coordination of various departments that he needs to check one by one. This time, he is really busy working overtime every day.

During this period, he also had a lot of contact with Qin Yuntian, but their attitude was still ambiguous. They cooperated well in their work, which relieved He Ming. However, what really caught He Ming's attention was not the tedious work, but rather some subtle changes in Qi Han's work.

Although the time they spend meeting each other every day has been greatly reduced due to overtime, just by holding Qi Han to sleep at night, He Ming can detect something is wrong with him.

He used to sleep with a blanket covering his head, but now he sleeps very well, so good... as if he hasn't fallen asleep at all.

He Ming expected that Qin Yuntian's appearance had caused his emotions to fluctuate, but he was too busy to find time, so he could only try to restrain his willful and reckless temper, thinking to spend more time with him when he was on vacation.

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After more than half a month, He Ming finally managed to finish work earlier one day, but there were still many documents that needed to be processed. After using his laptop in the living room for a while, he ran into the study and started searching.

Perhaps he had been searching for too long. Qi Han, who was originally watching TV, walked over and knocked on the door, asking, "What are you looking for?"

"Some information." He Ming pointed to the desk and said, "I remember when I first moved into your house, I stuffed a few documents into the drawer."

"Ah," Qi Han nodded with a sudden realization, "so those are yours. I thought they were insignificant things, so I put them away during the big cleaning."

As he spoke, he opened the door of the bookshelf and said, "I forgot where I put it. Let's look for it first."

But just as he was about to take action, the phone rang.

He Ming quickly waved his hand at him and said, "You go answer the phone quickly, I'll just find it myself."

"Hmm."

Qi Han's bookshelf was bought very large, with various books on the upper layer and neatly stacked folders on the lower layer. He Ming started searching from the lower level, flipping through folders one by one, and found that many of them were information about clothing. He didn't expect Qi Han to work so hard, and couldn't help but admire him. Halfway through, he was surprised to see that a file bag was filled with letters.

The envelope had already turned yellow, obviously an old item from many years ago. The preserved letters were not particularly old, but what surprised He Ming was that the recipient's name was not Qi Han, but another somewhat familiar name - Lu Feiyun.

If it were a completely unfamiliar person, it would be fine. However, he had a slight impression of this name and knew clearly that he had seen it elsewhere.

He Ming's thoughts were a bit confused, and he couldn't help but continue to search. Soon, he flipped through a diary, and the paper inside was also a bit yellowed. From beginning to end, it was all blank, except for a name written on the title page with dragons and phoenixes dancing.

Of course, it is still Lu Feiyun.

But he recognized it at a glance, it was Qi Han's handwriting.

He Ming was completely stunned, silently collecting those letters and putting in a lot of effort to find the necessary information. When he got up and walked out of the study, Qi Han had already finished answering the phone and was sitting on the sofa watching TV. He casually asked, "Have you found it?"

"Hmm."

After much thought, He Ming couldn't suppress his doubts, so he spoke up, "I accidentally stumbled upon some old letters just now, and they weren't written with your name."

He stared closely at Qi Han and asked, "Did you originally call him Lu Feiyun?"

Qi Han was stunned and a strange color flashed in his eyes, but then returned to normal. His gaze remained on the TV and he lazily replied, "Yes, I used this name before, but when my parents divorced, I changed my surname to my mother. How about that? Does it sound better now?"

He Ming didn't answer, he still looked at him like this, feeling that many thoughts came to his mind, but he couldn't grasp them. However, he finally knew where he had seen the three words Lu Feiyun.

He walked step by step to Qi Han's side, his gaze swirling around the delicate face, and said, "I have a high school classmate who also calls me that name."