But he couldn't help but think on, and the more he thought, the more he felt his chest feel stuffy.

The young man clearly noticed something was wrong with him. His delicate eyebrows furrowed and he asked, "Hey, aren't you saying 'no'?"

He Ming choked on him and couldn't speak.

The young man thought he had agreed, and his face suddenly changed. He said, "Since you're 'not good', you should hide at home and watch porn. What's the point of running out to play? You look like a human on the outside, but the result is... really unlucky!"

He looked calm and composed, but he didn't expect to have a strong temper and strength. He pushed He Ming away and got out of bed to get dressed, cursing. When he walked to the door, he didn't forget to add, "By the way, you can pay for the room, just treat it as my mental loss."

After speaking, the door slammed shut with a loud bang.

He Ming has been in love for many years, but he has never encountered such an awkward situation. If it weren't for his habit of remaining calm, the expression on his face would definitely be very beautiful. However, apart from that, he didn't have any feelings of regret. Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief, tidied up his things casually, left the room, and went straight home.

The next day is a holiday.

Even if he is a true workaholic, he cannot stay at the company from morning till night. After a busy morning, he will be free in the afternoon.

If I were to call Qi Han normally, he would definitely come out to see him with ease. Of course, it's not possible now. He Ming can only go shopping alone at the bookstore, walking back and forth for a long time, but never seeing the sun set.

When it was almost dinner time in the evening, a friend of his called and shouted to him to go out and play together. For this kind of socializing, He Ming has always been able to push as much as possible, but it's embarrassing to refuse too many times. Besides, he really doesn't have much to do, so he had to agree in the end.

When he went, a group of people had already started making a scene in the KTV, smoking and drinking, and the sound system was still playing ghost crying and wolf howling songs.

At first glance, there are people I know but don't know.

The friend who came to find He Ming is called Awen. He is an uneducated young master who is best at eating, drinking, and playing. He took some time to greet He Ming and was soon pulled to sing again.

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He Ming didn't care either. He found a dark corner and sat down quietly drinking on the side. His indifferent expression on his face was out of place with the atmosphere here. Fortunately, not many people noticed him, and most of them only focused on surrounding a young person and making noise.

That young man has a good appearance, with a fair and clean face, a scholarly scent, and looks like a spoiled master. But with a thin face, my ears turned red from being disturbed by everyone. I kept shaking my head and saying, "I really can't sing..."

"Just yelling out loud, what's so difficult?"

"Yeah, right, can't we just be mute every time we come to KTV?"

"I don't have all five notes, I really don't know how to sing. Why not wait for my friend to come and let him sing?"

"What friend? I think it's a newly found little lover, right?"

"Haha, when will the beautiful woman come? We can't wait anymore."

The young man's face turned even redder, shaking his head in denial, but his weak voice quickly drowned out in everyone's laughter.

At this moment, there were two knocking sounds outside, and then the door of the private room was pushed open.

The newcomer has an ordinary appearance, with a curved mouth that seems to be smiling, and looks very approachable. He Ming knows he has mild myopia, but he doesn't like to wear glasses. When looking at things, he always squints his eyes slightly, adding a unique charm to the smile at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

He Ming didn't expect to meet him here, and for a moment he felt a slight warmth in his palm.

"Qi Han!"

But the young man first called out his name and ran towards him as if he had seen a savior, affectionately holding his hand.

Everyone suddenly realized that it wasn't a beautiful woman who came, and couldn't help but lament in disappointment, but soon they shouted and demanded that Qi Han sing.

Qi Han didn't refuse either. After chatting with everyone around him, he confidently took the microphone and started singing. He chose an old song, which is not as heart wrenching and heart wrenching as popular songs nowadays, just softly singing a faint emotion.

To be honest, his sound quality is not very good, and the songs he chose didn't have much passion. Soon, not many people were listening. But he still clenched the microphone and sang earnestly, his gaze slightly rising and falling with the tone, as if there was some unknown deep affection hidden beneath the understated singing.

He Ming looked at Qi Han through the dazzling lights, and in an instant, all the noise around him disappeared, leaving only his faint smile and murmur.

Then Qi Han also saw him from a distance, and after a moment of confusion, he immediately smiled at him.

He Ming's heartbeat was a bit out of order.

After singing a song, Qi Han naturally walked towards him, looking for a seat to sit down and asking, "Why don't you go sing?"

"I don't know."

"It's a coincidence that I met you here."

"Well, my friend called me over."

He Ming had a lot to say to him, but Ah Wen came to introduce them at this time.

It's ridiculous. What else do they need to introduce between the two of them?

But Qi Han showed a very interested expression, and after listening to Ah Wen's introduction, he extended his hand to him seriously. "Mr. He, it's nice to meet you."

He Ming reluctantly shook hands with him.

Perhaps his expression was too strange. Awen poked his arm and whispered in his ear, "This Mr. Qi also works in clothing. I heard he's against your company. But it's not working hours now, so it shouldn't matter. We're all friends, so why don't you give me a little face?"

He Ming snorted and turned his head to look at Qi Han.

Friend?

Oh, just a friend of a friend.