After the divorce, Slag Gong shut him down

Hearing these words, Jiang Ran was particularly unpleasant. He slowly put down the phone, raised his head and frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"

This kind of words originally had a questioning nature with bad meaning, but when Jiang Ran said it, it seemed much calmer and more open, as if it was really just a simple question.

But Zhou Fushen didn't feel comfortable because of it. On the contrary, Jiang Ran's innocent appearance instantly aroused the nameless fire that he had been restraining in the dark corner for a long time.

"What do you mean by me?" Zhou Fushen leaned close to him, and the shadow cast by his tall body completely enveloped Jiang Ran from beginning to end: "In this moment of effort, I have never stopped being courteous to you. Do you enjoy turning a blind eye to this big living man?"

In the past, Zhou Fushen would not have shown such a jealous face to Jiang Ran anyway, because it was undoubtedly telling Jiang Ran in a disguised form, "I love you so much, please take a look at me." Such an appeal could not be more humble, and Zhou Fushen would never allow himself to show such a gesture.

But it was different at this moment. Hiding under this false disguise, his dark and paranoid soul seemed to have found an outlet where he could vent his emotions unscrupulously.

But the grievances and accusations that leaked out between the lines made Jiang Ran feel unreasonable.

"Stop, stop!" Jiang Ran felt confused, he shook his head and took two steps back, then raised his hand to stop the other party from approaching and said, "What are you thinking? First of all, I don't have any spare tires, and no one rushes to court me. Secondly, what is our relationship? Why do you ask me to be loyal, and what obligation do I have to always take care of your feelings and put you first in my sight?"

Jiang Ran's rhetorical question made Zhou Fushen unable to refute, and it was like a stick in his throat. What is the relationship between them?They used to be the most intimate relationship in the world, sharing the same bed, sharing ear to ear... Just like what is happening in the lights of thousands of households in this city, they lived a life with friction and sweetness, although Zhou Fushen did not imagine It's as perfect as it is, but it's also pleasing to the eye.

But who would have thought that all this would disappear in a blink of an eye, and when they stood face to face again, even the close distance would seem to be overreached, and even when the atmosphere was the best, they would not be able to exchange a casual exchange naturally. kiss.

There are no more whispers at the head of the bed or at the end of the bed, and there is only cold resistance left.

Zhou Fushen still doesn't understand what he did wrong. Is it because of the bet he made with his friends on a whim before marriage?But the time spent together for four years proved that it was just a joke, no one would take it seriously, but why did Jiang Ran insist on this little mistake?

Tortured.

The unresolved anxiety was like boiling water, tormenting him all the time.

Zhou Fushen knew that if he could not put his relationship with Jiang Ran back to its original shape, one day he would tear off the tortured skin with blood and flesh, and then roar at Jiang Ran with his ugly and distorted body With his own lowliness.

……

In the end, Zhou Fushen, who was so slumped by Jiang Ran's words, didn't make a sound anymore, but stubbornly wanted to follow Jiang Ran into the car and take him to the door of his house.

And the result of Jiang Ran not resolutely refusing was...the two of them kept silent on the way back, and the atmosphere in the carriage was as stiff as frost, which made Jiang Ran feel extremely uncomfortable—he was obviously happy today, but It ended up like this, but in fact, it was all the chicken boy's fault, who asked him to find fault and lose his temper first?

Jiang Qi thought so, but after seeing the silent and depressed look of the chicken cub, he couldn't help but feel pity in his heart.

So when he arrived at the entrance of the community, Jiang Ran parked the car under the dim street lights, and with the engine turned off, the surrounding area fell into complete silence. Through the car window, soft and helpless lines were drawn on his face. After a while, he finally said: "Anyway... Thank you for doing this for me today, I am very happy."

Hearing this sentence, Zhou Fushen, who was completely immersed in the darkness, gradually reacted, but the eyebrows and eyes carved under the deep outline were not happy, because he finally understood that he was Zhou Fushen, Zhou Fushen who was arrogant and despised, and The chicken boy who is easy to be satisfied without giving some sweets, now, no matter how timidly going around in circles, he can no longer satisfy him.

Therefore, at this time, he heard the words and slowly raised his head, with tender ripples in his eyes that were almost drowning: "If this is the case, let me kiss you as a reward for this date."

His straightforward request caught Jiang Ran by surprise, and the latter even suspected that he had heard it wrong: "What, what?"

"I want to kiss you, right now."

He repeated calmly and unquestionably.

After all, he had already passed the handbrake, and pressed his slender arm directly on the window next to the driver's side, trapping Jiang Ran in that small and narrow area in an instant, unable to move; and then before Jiang Ran could react. , took the car key from his loose hoodie pocket, pressed it lightly, and with the sound of the car lock closing with a click, the key was also thrown on the back seat.

After finishing this set of dangerous movements, Jiang Ran suddenly became harsh: "You—" But before he finished speaking, Zhou Fushen lowered his head and held his lips, crushing and pestering him hard.

All that happened in the silence without any warning, and the only thing that rang in the ears of the two was the small sound of breathing leakage. It was not until the suffocating time passed that the slight shaking of the car body finally stopped.

"Don't go." Zhou Fu pressed his forehead deeply, and breathed in close at hand.

"What?" Jiang Ran was in a mess again, and before he could escape the scolding, Zhou Fushen inexplicably interrupted his anger.

"Don't accept Nie Zhixin's promise." He said, "Because I will give you the best, and I will get you whatever you want, even if you want to steal, rob, or kill... I—" said nothing After finishing speaking, it was too late and then too soon, Jiang Ran violently grabbed the man in front of him by the skirt and flung it backwards, the whole car body instantly shook to an unbearable extent, Zhou Fushen slammed into the hard car door at the corner, and after a while It took a few seconds for his back to experience a dull pain like being cut by a file, but it was not over, and then Jiang Ran punched him in the face.

"Are you awake?" Jiang Ran asked coldly.

Zhou Fushen responded, and the hair that had been meticulously groomed hung down at this moment, covering his expression.

Jiang Ran didn't know what was wrong with him. Seeing him suddenly so irritable, it seemed that the complicated emotions about love and disappointment that took him a long time to suppress seemed to return to his chest at this moment, and he could see through his eyes. In a trance, he saw that lingering shadow again.

Walking through the kitchen, living room and bedroom deep in memory, he realized that even the keys on the piano were as fresh as ever. Jiang Ran couldn't help himself for a moment, and the greed, anger, and hatred of the past four years were instantly revolving in his mind. Flashing forward quickly, he thought to himself: I am the one who should be sober, I am the one who is despicable, and I am the one who dragged the chick into the abyss of this relationship by mistake.

There was warm moisture in the corner of his eyes, and finally he slammed the door lock behind the man hard, gritted his teeth and said, "Get out!"

……

……

Opening the door in a daze, Zhou Fushen walked into the entrance. The huge duplex villa, decorated in a modern style with distinct colors, highly neat furnishings, and a large number of furniture made of logs, undoubtedly revealed the characteristics unique to his class everywhere in this house. , low-key delicacy and luxury, Zhou Fushen used to feel comfortable and peaceful as long as he stayed here, just like a dragon living on piles of treasures, this house used to be a strong fortress for him to lock up his treasures.

But looking at the past now, he only feels that the house is empty.

——This is the home he and Jiang Ran used to have.

"Dafu, I just made a villain out of clay, what do you think?" Jiang Ran's smile faded slightly but was full of warmth, just like the picture on an old TV, he walked over with something in his hand At that time, he deliberately walked through the narrow gap between Zhou Fushen's knees and the coffee table, came to the other side of the sofa, and placed the Nendoroid in a suit in the middle of the coffee table like a work of art.

Seeing himself in the picture, Zhou Fushen reacted coldly, fiddling with the phone, raised his eyelids after a while, and replied compassionately: "The head is too big."

However, Jiang Ran seemed to have never heard of it: "Tomorrow I will put it in your collection cabinet."

"No."

Hearing his resolute refusal, Jiang Ran narrowed his eyes, seemingly annoyed: "Can I help you recall what you said last night?"

"No need." Maybe he heard some key words, Zhou Fushen seemed to emerge from his own world at this time, he dropped the phone, and raised a smile at the corner of his mouth: "Let's do it again on the floor now, you can hear I say it a second time."

bang.

Like a boulder falling into the water, Zhou Fushen suddenly woke up from his memory. The picture in front of him gradually became blurred. The two figures seemed to merge together vaguely. The flush at the corner of his eyes would always turn into the cold reflection of the car window, Jiang Ran turned his back to the light, with a cold face full of heartlessness and hatred: "Are you awake?"

Are you sober?

Questions resounded in his ears, and when Zhou Fushen stopped, he was already standing in front of the all-glass collection cabinet, and there was a floor filled with Nendoroids in various costumes.

Those in suits and leather shoes, those in small animal pajamas, those in regular clothes with biscuits in their hands, those with chicken cub hoods...

Zhou Fushen's eyes were red, but he still couldn't figure it out, why?Why?Obviously love him so much, but take everything back in a blink of an eye.

How to wake him up?How to let go?

……

"So you're like this...too lazy to explain, don't you think it's a big deal?" In the dark corner of the crew, Jiang Ran's eyes widened slightly, and there was a flash of light in it that Zhou Fushen couldn't understand but was heartbroken.

"Zhou Fushen, I'm really fed up...every day is like sugar falling into the sea without any response, you may have tasted something, but I-forget it, let's do it...let's stop here... ..."

The severe pain that I didn't feel at the time seemed to be slowly climbing up from the nerve endings, and it continued like a stubborn old disease. It took Zhou Fu a long time to grab the front of his chest, and his expression gradually changed from fierce to ferocious—"I Not allowed...Jiang Ran...I don't allow..."