spirits in throat

After dinner, Rong Zhao and Ye Qian came to the watch counter on the first floor.

He doesn't have much budget, and he can't afford luxury watches worth tens of millions.

After choosing for a long time, I chose a medium-grade mechanical watch that ordinary people can afford, with a silver stainless steel strap, which should look good on that person's wrist bone.

A total of 7000 yuan.

It's a pity that there is only this one on the display cabinet in the special counter, and the goods need to be transferred from other places, and it will take a few days to get the goods.

"Rong Zhao," Rong Zhao heard the voice behind him, turned his head, and saw Lin Hongze carrying shopping bags, "Team Lin."

Ye Qian also met Lin Hongze in the bureau, and nodded to him.

The beard on Lin Hongze's face was shaved off at some point, and he was not wearing the ashes-stained one in the morning.

Lin Hongze walked over, smiling brightly: "I'm shopping with my friend." The word "friend" was ambiguous, as if he was afraid that others would not know that this was his prospective girlfriend.

Rong Zhao hummed, obviously not very concerned about these things, and didn't know what to say to Lin Hongze, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Fortunately, Ye Qian is a very talkative girl. She looked at the various shopping bags in Lin Hongze's hands and said enviously, "Team Lin is too spoiled."

The brands on the shopping bags are all very expensive ones, ordinary girls have to save money for a few months to buy one, and grit their teeth before they are willing to reward themselves.

Lin Hongze smiled: "As long as my family Lingling likes it, even if it is a star in the sky, I will find a way to help her pick it off."

Apart from looking at handsome guys, Ye Qian also likes to look at beautiful women: "Is your friend not here?"

"She went to the bathroom," Lin Hongze smiled. "She will come over later and introduce you to her."

Rong Zhao has no interest in Lin Hongze's girlfriend, he just wants to go home quickly.

As soon as the word "go home" flashed through his mind, Rong Zhao remembered that Zhou Ye didn't seem to have a key to his house.

The clock in the middle of the mall showed that it was past eight o'clock in the evening.Rong Zhao took out his phone and took a look, but he didn't see any missed calls.

Zhou Ye didn't call him.

Rong Zhao called out Zhou Ye's phone number, planning to call him and ask.His finger hovered over Zhou Ye's name in the address book.

Rong Zhao paused and put the phone away.

Perhaps he was still working overtime at the Bureau, or he might be dealing with personal matters.

"Hong Ze." A woman walked up not far away, her tone was very tender, let alone a man, even Ye Qian, who was a woman, felt her bones were numb.

Ye Qian raised her eyes and saw a woman in a long white dress walking over.

The woman wore a pair of silver high-heeled shoes, black hair shawl, skin as white and tender as silk satin that had fallen snow, thin waist and buttocks, and a slender and sexy figure.

It has a pair of big and natural almond eyes, and blush cherry lips.The oval face, but not the sharp chin of the Internet celebrity, with just the right amount of sensuality, looks pure and lustful.

As soon as the woman appeared, many people around looked over and guessed which female celebrity she was, and some secretly took pictures with their mobile phones.

Lin Hongze brought the woman over and introduced to Ye Qian and Rong Zhao, "Tang Siling."

Ye Qian seemed to be bewitched, she couldn't look away from the woman in front of her at all, she didn't react until Lin Hongze uttered a word, she smiled and said, "My name is Ye Qian."

She had never seen such a beautiful woman, every part of her body seemed to have been meticulously carved, so beautiful that she didn't look like a real person.

Rong Zhao glanced at Tang Siling, he didn't like this woman, he thought she was like a dead person, her face was so pale that there was no blood at all, she was lifeless.

Tang Siling didn't smile, but when Lin Hongze introduced her to Rong Zhao and Ye Qian, she slightly pursed her lips and raised the corners of her lower lips to show her friendliness, and said softly, "Hello."

Ye Qian touched Rong Zhao with her shoulder, and said in a low voice, "This is too pretty, like a doll."

Rong Zhao didn't say much, and didn't even take a second look at Tang Siling.

Someone beside him was talking in a low voice, Rong Zhao's five senses were sensitive, and he could hear clearly.

"Has her nose been trimmed? The height and curvature are too perfect. No one can look so good."

"No, I think it's quite natural, not artificial."

"It must be plastic surgery. You can see that she doesn't smile because she is afraid of her face becoming stiff. Those female stars who have plastic surgery are like this. They don't dare to smile at all when they are acting. They don't move their muscles when they laugh. It's very weird."

Another woman was pinching her boyfriend hard: "Other women are so good-looking, they hooked your soul away, right?"

The man came back to his senses and hurriedly explained: "I didn't read it, where did I read it, I didn't read it at all."

The woman glared at the man, turned around and left angrily, the man finally looked at the goddess several times, then turned and chased after his girlfriend: "Baby, listen to my explanation, I really didn't look at it, I didn't even look at it, otherwise You gouged out my eyes."

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Rong Zhao glanced at the wall clock in the mall: "It's getting late, let's go first." After speaking, he took out his mobile phone and checked, there were no missed calls.

Rong Zhao led Ye Qian to the entrance of the shopping mall. He always felt a line of sight behind him sticking to him. When he turned around, he could only see the backs of Lin Hongze and his prospective girlfriend.

He thought it was because he was used to being suspicious all day long and had an illusion.

Walking to the entrance of the shopping mall and turning his head again, Rong Zhao saw a pair of eyes staring at him closely through the crowded crowd, and was submerged in the crowd in a blink of an eye.

Rong Zhao sent Ye Qian home first, and it was already 09:30 in the evening when she got off at the Shilian Road subway station.

He took out his mobile phone and looked at it. There were no missed calls or short messages, and he didn't receive a message from Zhou Ye when he opened WeChat. There was only a message from Fan Yao: "Brother Rong, are you there?"

Rong Zhao casually replied with the smiling emoji that came with the system.

Walking home by the moonlight, Rong Zhao realized that he hadn't gone shopping for a long time.

The shopping he said was not buying necessities of life, it was a long time since he had thought about choosing products. He liked that watch very much and hoped that Zhou Ye would like it too.

Getting closer and closer to home, Rong Zhao raised his eyes and glanced at the room on the second floor, it was pitch black and there was no one in it.

There is only one key, which is in his pocket, and even Sister Zhang doesn't have a spare.

Zhou Ye didn't come back, it was almost ten o'clock and he still hasn't come back.

When Rong Zhao stepped on the stairs leading to the second floor, the old wood would make a creaking sound as soon as he stepped on it, echoing in the empty yard, making him look extremely lonely.

It was the same as every night before, and it seemed different again.

It was already ten o'clock, and Zhou Ye hadn't come back yet.

Rong Zhao took out his phone and looked again, there was no missed call, no short message, only a reply from Fan Yao: "It's all right, Brother Rong go to bed early."

Rong Zhao put away his cell phone, went upstairs and saw a person sitting by the door.

The man was leaning against the door panel, looking up at the midsummer night sky slightly, with his hands on his knees and his wrists drooping.

"Why are you sitting here?" When Rong Zhao saw this person, he drove away the inexplicable temper along the way, and stretched out his hand to Zhou Ye, "Get up."

Zhou Ye didn't go to take Rong Zhao's hand, his voice was low and muffled: "You still know how to come back."

Rong Zhao knelt down and looked at Zhou Ye: "How long have you been sitting here, you can't get in without a key, why don't you call me?"

Zhou Ye turned his head and rubbed his sore shoulders: "Where did you go?"

Rong Zhao put the shopping bag in his hand aside, and sat at the door with Zhou Ye: "Go out and buy something, and have dinner."

Zhou Ye's stomach growled just right.

Rong Zhao turned his head slowly: "Did you sit here all night without even eating dinner?"

Zhou Ye nodded.

Rong Zhao got up and pulled Zhou Ye up from the ground, a little angry, but he didn't know why he was angry: "Are you stupid, don't you know how to eat by yourself, do you want to suffer from stomach problems like me?"

Zhou Ye didn't say anything.

He came back at six o'clock in the afternoon, thinking that Rong Zhao was at home. He knocked on the door for a long time and no one answered. The more he knocked, the more irritable he became. Door.

He waited at the door until seven o'clock, thinking, no matter how much he went out with women, he should come back.

At eight o'clock, he stood in the corridor and smoked his last five cigarettes.

After that, he couldn't remember the time, and only Rong Zhao's shadow swayed in his mind.

"I didn't even eat dinner." Rong Zhao paused, then whispered, "Is there no money to spend?"

After finishing speaking, he took out his mobile phone and transferred some living expenses to Zhou Ye: "I'll give you one thousand first, and tell me when the money is over, don't be hungry and don't know how to say anything."

Zhou Ye followed Rong Zhao into the house, turned around and closed the door, approached Rong Zhao, sniffed his neck with the tip of his nose, and felt at ease when he smelled the familiar beauty.

"I've been waiting for you all night."

Rong Zhao avoided Zhou Ye's breath on his neck, turned his head, and said in a low voice, "Then why don't you call me?"

Zhou Ye leaned forward, took advantage of Rong Zhao's inattention, and bit his ear hard: "I want you to feel sorry for me."

"Do you feel sorry for me?"

Rong Zhao threw the shopping bag on the bed, and originally planned to wash some rice to cook porridge for Zhou Ye, but after hearing the undisguised ambiguity in the other party's words, he paused and said, "You have hands and feet, so you won't starve yourself anyway. die."

He felt that there was something wrong with Zhou Ye today, a little too clingy, different from his usual strong look: "What's going on with you today?"

"You went shopping with Ye Qian today." Zhou Ye raised his eyes and stared at Rong Zhao, "I know there is nothing between you."

Rong Zhao met Zhou Ye's gaze, and heard him continue to say: "But it doesn't stop me from being jealous, I haven't seen you for almost ten hours."

Rong Zhao corrected him casually, "It's eight hours and three ten minutes."

Zhou Ye approached Rong Zhao, looked down at him, and said in a hoarse voice, "You can calculate better than me."

Rong Zhao was taken aback, and turned his head to avoid Zhou Ye's overly hot gaze: "I haven't finished the brown sugar rice cakes for dinner, I packed them and brought them back, you go and eat."

After speaking, he bent down, picked up the shopping bag that was thrown on the bed, and took out the food packing box from it.

There was a sudden heat on his waist, and the person behind him didn't know when he lifted his T-shirt and quickly kissed it.

Rong Zhao turned his head to look at Zhou Ye, raised the packing box in his hand and wanted to smash it on the man's head, and cursed in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

"Sorry," Zhou Ye took the box from Rong Zhao's hand, "I really can't control it."

He had thought about doing this for a long time. Whenever Rong Zhao bent over to make the bed, the hem of the black T-shirt moved up with the movement, revealing a small section of fair skin, and the thin and sexy waistline looming.

Zhou Ye sat at the table and picked up a piece of brown sugar glutinous rice cake. It was a bit hard, but it was not tasty anymore, but Zhou Ye thought it was sweet, and it was specially reserved for him by Rong Zhao. He also told him that he had been eating for eight hours and three hours. Didn't see him for 10 minutes.

Rong Zhao walked into the bathroom, leaned against the door and took a deep breath, his lower back seemed to be burned through by fire, making his heart tremble.

He doesn't like the feeling of being out of control. Once things or emotions are out of his control, he doesn't feel safe.

No one knows better than Rong Zhao that the more dependent and hopeful something is, the more unbearable the pain of loss is.

Rong Zhao washed his face and calmed down, and came out of the bathroom.

Zhou Ye turned his head to look at Rong Zhao, seeing that the other person's expression was not good, he coaxed softly, "I just kissed you, it's not like I haven't kissed you before."

Rong Zhao glanced at Zhou Ye, lowered his eyes slightly: "Don't do this in the future."

"Between friends and strangers, you choose one."

Zhou Ye got up to clear the table, threw the food scraps into the trash can, turned around and walked in front of Rong Zhao, with a strong tone that did not allow anyone to refute: "I will choose neither."

Rong Zhao was about to speak, but his lips were blocked by the other party's fingers.

Zhou Ye looked into Rong Zhao's eyes, and said softly, "We still have a long time, I will wait for you, and wait for you to fall in love with me."

"Tell me, what fun things did you see in Ginza today?" Zhou Ye turned around and picked up Rong Zhao's shopping bag, took out a black belt from it, and said while gesturing on his waist, "It's for me." Yes."

Rong Zhao could see that Zhou Ye was changing the subject, so he didn't have to endure the forced refusal.

Rong Zhao followed Zhou Ye's words and said: "There are quite a lot of people in Ginza, because Valentine's Day is coming soon, and there are activities everywhere. I bought the belt in your hand for myself, and you also gave Ye Qian a lipstick. It’s hard work to go shopping with me on a hot day, the tea restaurant for dinner, the desserts there are not as delicious as the one at the entrance of the City Bureau, too much sugar, I’m too tired.”

Zhou Ye heard Rong Zhao finish a long list in one breath, poured a glass of water and handed it to him: "Don't be nervous, speak slowly."

He leaned against the window, watched Rong Zhao raise his head and drank most of the glass of water, imagining the scenes he said, secretly planning the activities on Valentine's Day, and definitely dragging him to the shopping mall, he hasn't been with him yet Have a good time shopping.

Rong Zhao took a sip of water: "I'm not nervous."

Zhou Ye leaned against the window, tilted his head to look at Rong Zhao, and clicked his tongue: "You bought a belt for yourself and a lipstick for Ye Qian, don't you think something is missing?"

Rong Zhao knew what Zhou Ye wanted to say, he shook his head: "I don't think so."

Rong Zhao glanced down at Zhou Ye's wrist, the flesh and bones were well-proportioned, with sexy lines, which matched the watch he had chosen very well.

Zhou Ye turned his head and looked out the window, and said rather sadly: "I'm so sad, no one loves me."

Rong Zhao watched Zhou Ye put his hands in his trouser pockets, his beautiful wrists were covered, he looked away and continued: "I also met Team Lin, and I'm with his girlfriend."

"Is it the one in the legend that curved men will become straight when they look at it?" Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao, "Then have you become straight?"

"I'm straight," Rong Zhao glanced at Zhou Ye, put the cup on the table, turned and went to the balcony to collect the clothes, and said, "I don't like her very much."

Zhou Ye followed Rong Zhao closely, like a big tail: "Who?"

Rong Zhao stopped in his tracks: "Team Lin's girlfriend."

Zhou Ye picked up the clothes rail to put away the clothes on the balcony, smiled, looked at Rong Zhao and said, "You're gay, of course you don't like women."

Holding a pile of clothes, Rong Zhao looked up at Zhou Ye: "You are gay."

Zhou Ye: "You are right."

Rong Zhao was powerless to refute.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the night sky outside the balcony. At some point, the stars and the moon disappeared, and a large dark cloud pressed down from the sky, like a brush stained with ink, completely destroying the sunny day.