difficult love

How can emotional problems be classified into problem areas?Problems are often accompanied by thinking. For something illogical like feelings, thinking seems aimless.

Xie Mingjiang felt that he was really dazzled by love. Love is a concave-convex mirror, which can be said to take him beyond recognition.

For example, at this hour, sitting in this place, waiting blindly, in fact, who can wait, and what is he waiting for?

If he waits, will Zhou Zhuo come out and meet him by chance?

Of course not, F University has access control, and the dormitory closes at eleven o'clock, so no one will come out to cooperate with his thoughts.

Oh, maybe there is another possibility that Zhou Zhuo will come out, because the south gate leads to the bustling market, then he will either go to see Lu Shan, or go out with Lu Shan, because they are already living together, maybe Zhou Zhuo will not go back to the dormitory long ago up.

Xie Mingjiang was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood when he thought about it. He felt very boring, but the more boring he felt, the more he couldn't help thinking.

He wants good looks, money and money, and a little bit of power.

If he had met Zhou Zhuo earlier than Lu Shan, if he had launched a gentle offensive like Lu Shan, would the result be different?

Xie Mingjiang let himself think wildly for a while during the few cigarettes, and finally drove home after seeing that it was past twelve o'clock.

The room was very quiet and pitch black. Xie Mingjiang took advantage of the moonlight to look at Tan Yixing who was curled up on the sofa. It was obvious that he was not cold, and he was still riding on the quilt, sleeping very soundly.

Such a person still has the face to say that he recognizes the bed.

"..."

Xie Mingjiang went upstairs wearily, loosening his tie as he walked, unbuttoning his shirt one by one, until the third one, he was stunned.

Turning back down again, he walked to the sofa, stared at Tan Yixing for a few seconds, and threw off the quilt.

Tan Yixing immediately felt the cold, shrank into a ball, buried his head in his chest, and rubbed his face against the pillow.

Xie Mingjiang grabbed some of his sleeves, and the familiar touch made Xie Mingjiang furious: "Get up!"

Tan Yixing nestled and did not move.

Without further ado, Xie Mingjiang dragged the person up, then turned on the light, and the living room was brightly lit, blindingly bright.

Tan Yixing half covered his eyes with his hands: "What are you doing?"

With a dark face, Xie Mingjiang pointed to the home clothes on Tan Yixing: "Where did you find these clothes?"

"Your closet."

Xie Mingjiang tried his best to suppress it, his expression was almost distorted: "Are you looking through my closet?"

Tan Yixing didn't sense that this was the calm before the storm, so he said calmly, "Turn it over and over again, this one is suitable."

"..." Xie Mingjiang walked up to Tan Yixing, pushed him down on the sofa, grabbed his clothes and pulled them to the sides, gnashing his teeth, "Take it off!"

He was so strong that two buttons of his clothes fell off in an instant, exposing Tan Yixing's dazzling chest.

Tan Yixing became anxious, and twisted in extreme surprise: "What are you doing?"

The sleeve snapped and broke from the shoulder. Xie Mingjiang's eyes turned red with anger, and he grabbed his trousers again, pulling too quickly, until he reached Tan Yixing's underwear, and Tan Yixing was caught off guard completely naked in front of Xie Mingjiang.

Tan Yixing kicked on Xie Mingjiang's calf, turned over quickly, and shouted: "Are you sick? Take it off as soon as you take it off, can you just tell me?!"

After speaking, he grabbed the quilt and quickly shrank inside.

Xie Mingjiang's calf was in pain, and he was so angry that he swept everything on the coffee table to the floor.

The movement in the middle of the night was so loud that it woke Baihui up. Seeing that something was wrong on the second floor, she ran down to fight.

"Sir, what's the matter?"

Xie Mingjiang suppressed his anger and pointed to the ground: "Look for yourself."

When Baihui saw the clothes on the ground, she didn't know when they were hung up well in the original villa, and when they were secretly taken by Xie Mingjiang.

She was startled, and whispered: "Mr. Sato's belt is too thin, I think there should be a new one in your room, let him find it himself, he didn't mean to—"

Xie Mingjiang glared at her, pushed her away, and said dejectedly: "Okay, you two go over there!"

Baihui also wanted to explain that Xie Mingjiang had quickly picked up the clothes on the ground, took the car keys, and rushed out of the door.

The door slammed shut, and the living room immediately became extremely quiet. Baihui rubbed her forehead with a headache, and fell down on the sofa at Tan Yixing's feet.

Tan Yixing huddled under the quilt in embarrassment, and said softly: "What is he crazy about?"

Baihui lowered her head: "It's my fault, I shouldn't have let you go to Mr.'s room to find clothes by yourself."

Tan Yixing didn't understand, and asked again: "What's wrong with the clothes, what's so special?"

"Mr. bought it for someone else, not his own."

"to whom?"

"Someone he likes."

Tan Yixing understood immediately, his facial features crowded together, and he said sympathetically, "Who is so unlucky, Xie Mingjiang fell in love with it."

Baihui cast a resentful look, but still explained: "But he's gone now."

"Why are you leaving?"

"Because he doesn't like sir."

In the office, Xie Mingjiang folded his chin with his hands, staring at the soft cloth under the lamp.

He wanted to mend it, but there was no sewing shop at this hour, and he couldn't do the work either.

But what's the use of making it up?

Although Xie Mingjiang didn't want to admit it, this dress was indeed like the relationship between him and Zhou Zhuo, it had already broken down, no, maybe it was not as good as this dress, it was never complete.

The day I met Zhou Zhuo was almost a year ago at this time, in a bar called Undercurrent, Xie Mingjiang was just going to drink with others, but later his subordinates got into an argument with someone in the corridor of the bar, and happened to be caught by him By chance, he met Zhou Zhuo.

Don't look at Zhou Zhuo's appearance, just talk about clothes and stature, Zhou Zhuo is not at all conspicuous.

Until seeing those gray eyes, Xie Mingjiang's heart was captured immediately.

Xie Mingjiang buried his face in his clothes, wanting to smell the clean and cold laundry detergent on it, but he didn't know whether it was baked by the light or passed through by outsiders, but the laundry detergent smell was still there, but with some warmth.

This temperature made Xie Mingjiang panic, feeling that this was no longer Zhou Zhuo's taste, so he could only raise his face and gently push his clothes aside.

Baihui went to the mall early in the morning, bought a folding bed, and went to MUJI to buy home clothes and slippers for Tan Yixing again, and it was exactly noon when she returned home.Going into the room and putting Bao's old duck soup on the fire last night, she walked in front of Tan Yixing who was watching TV:

"Ah Xing, I bought you new pajamas and slippers. In addition, the folding bed will be delivered to your home in the afternoon."

"Where is the branch?" Tan Yixing turned around and looked around.

"The place under the stairs is not too small. The bed is set up and you don't have to put it away every day. If your husband comes back late at night, you don't have to worry about being seen by him."

"Under the stairs? Sounds like I'm sleeping with my aunt's miserable Harry Potter."

Baihui didn't understand what he meant, and just thought he was unwilling: "It's okay, you sleep in my room, and I sleep on the folding bed."

Tan Yixing waved his hand immediately: "Not good, Xie Mingjiang is intermittent neuropathy, if you do this, he will definitely get sick when he comes back and sees it!"

"It's okay, I advise him."

"No, you're a woman. It's inconvenient to sleep outside and change clothes. Besides, that room is yours. I don't care. Anyway, Xie Mingjiang has even seen my naked body."

"..."

"So I'll sleep outside." Tan Yixing's eyes fell on Baihui's paper bag, and immediately changed the subject, "Do you think this is for me? Let me see." He opened the paper bag: "Well, It’s a nice color scheme that flatters your skin tone.”

He gestured on his body: "Does it look good?"

Baihui sighed: "Ah Xing, Mister has a bad temper, don't take it too seriously."

"Don't worry, I don't care about patients."

Baihui still looked sad: "He didn't have such a bad temper, maybe it's because of relationship problems—"

"Here it comes again." Tan Yixing interrupted her, "A mentally ill person is a kind of love saint. Isn't it okay to be nervous alone? He has to pull others to accompany him. He is just trying to make himself unhappy."

"Don't talk about being mentally ill. You slipped your tongue in front of your husband. He's going to beat you up!" Baihui sat down next to Tan Yixing, sneered, and protected Xie Mingjiang, "Besides, have you ever been in a relationship? That feeling came , cannot be controlled by humans.”

"I haven't talked about it."

"So you don't understand yet."

Tan Yixing took the clothes and stood up, smiled: "I don't understand? I think you don't understand."

After setting up the bed in the afternoon, Baihui was thinking about what to do for dinner, and if he wanted to call Xie Mingjiang, Xie Mingjiang came back.

Baihui was overjoyed and ran upstairs, and walked up to Xie Mingjiang with a smile all over her face: "Mr. is back, let's have dinner tonight—"

Xie Mingjiang directly locked her out of the bathroom.

Bai Hui firmly ate the door shut, her face flushed instantly, she curled her lips and ran down again, ran to the bottom of the stairs and sat down on Tan Yixing's bed, and said uncomfortably: "We have caused a big disaster this time, Mr. Take a shower and ignore me."

"..."

Baihui said urgently: "Ah Xing, stop playing with your phone!"

Tan Yixing didn't even raise his head: "What's the big deal, turn off his water valve, and take care of you right away."

"You are so good." Baihui lowered her head and bit her lip.

Tan Yixing couldn't hear her voice, so he raised his eyelids to look at her, sighed, put away his phone and stood up.

"where to?"

"Isn't your subtext just to let me tell him?"

Baihui quickly grabbed his arm: "Don't make trouble, you will only help more and more!"

The two talked for a while, when the door opened upstairs, Baihui immediately stood up, brought a cup of hot tea, and ran upstairs, holding the teacup in both hands, in front of Xie Mingjiang: "Sir, have some tea."

Xie Mingjiang came out wrapped in a bathrobe, stared at her twice, walked around her expressionlessly, and went into the house.

When he came out again, he was fully dressed again, with a big bag in his hand, hurried downstairs, and left quickly.