[Quick Transmigration] On the Classification of Trash Boyfriends

Zhao Rongchi moved back, and the empty new house had one more person, and finally there was some fireworks.Huo Zhi was still as indifferent as before, but the gurgling smile in his eyes could not be stopped when he was not speaking, which made Zhao Rongchi often have the illusion that nothing bad happened, and they were still in the same relationship seven years ago. an illusion.

Although they are friends, Huo Zhi feels that they are more like two unrelated tenants. Zhao Rongchi has a lot of entertainment on weekdays, and often leaves early and returns late.Others only saw his scenery in front of others, but never knew the blood and tears behind him. Huo Zhi couldn't do anything, and he also knew that Zhao Rongchi didn't like other people's comfort, so whenever Zhao Rongchi went out, he would put it in his suit pocket. Stuffing a mint in it can eliminate the disgusting taste in the mouth after drinking. This is something he started to do when they were lovers, but now it is more like a habit that has been integrated into the flesh and blood.

The past few weeks have been uneventful, and the relationship between him and Zhao Rongchi has neither deteriorated nor improved.

"Mr. Zhao, I offer you a toast."

In the private room of the hotel, Zhao Rongchi drank his last glass of wine with an unchanged smile on his face.Any businessman can understand the meaning of this smile, he doesn't show any emotion, and doesn't reveal whether he is satisfied or dissatisfied, he is very cunning and shrewd.

The potbellied boss knew that he couldn't get half of the benefits from him, so he smiled and toasted Zhao Rongchi over and over again with aggrieved heart. It seemed that he was having a good time, but in fact, the needlepoint was pointed at the wheat light. Zhao Rongchi's expression remained unchanged, as if drinking for nothing He seemed to pour the wine into his stomach, and when the dinner was over, he walked out of the lobby, a gust of cool wind blew his face, Zhao Rongchi was supported by his assistant with a pale face, and wanted to vomit, but he couldn't vomit because he hadn't eaten anything.

"Mr. Zhao, I'll take you back."

Zhao Rongchi rubbed his temples and sat in the back seat of the car. He put his hand into the pocket of his suit, an action that came out of his body instinct and didn't need to think at all. He took apart the small mint candy and put it in his mouth. The refreshing coolness mixed with a touch of sweetness miraculously dispelled the soreness and discomfort in his stomach, Zhao Rongchi half-closed his eyes, and let out a little.

"Mr. Zhao, why does it smell like mint?"

The driving assistant couldn't help asking through the rearview mirror.

"I ate mint candy." The mint smell was strong, and Zhao Rongchi could smell it clearly.

"No wonder, Madam gave it, right? Haha, my family also likes to put chewing gum in my pocket when I go out to socialize, which makes me even sensitive to that smell now."

When the assistant said this, his voice was full of shame and happiness.

"Mr. Zhao and his wife have such a good relationship."

Really good relationship?

Hearing this, Zhao Rongchi wanted to laugh, but he didn't.

He might be really drunk, when he heard these words, he actually remembered the deep love during the time with Huo Zhi.

The tenth floor is the only floor that is still lit in the whole apartment. With the ringing of the doorbell, Huo Zhi opened the door and took Zhao Rongchi, who smelled of alcohol, beside his assistant. The man fell on Huo Zhi. His quiet appearance seemed drunk. It's not light.

"Thank you, and be safe on the road."

"No thanks, no thanks, Ma'am, do you need my help?"

This strange and wonderful address made Huo Zhi momentarily startled, then shook his head, wondering if it was the assistant's illusion, there seemed to be a faint smile in the young lady's eyes.

The assistant left, Huo Zhi supported the weight of Zhao Rongchi's whole body and put him on the bed in the bedroom with difficulty.He still sleeps in the guest room these days, so this bedroom is only for Zhao Rongchi.

Zhao Rongchi seemed to have fallen asleep. Huo Zhi helped him take off his clothes and wiped his body and face. It's almost one o'clock in the morning, and Huo Zhi was so tired that he was about to fall asleep after finishing all this. .

It's just that Zhao Rongchi suddenly released a small groan from his throat. He seemed to have dreamed of something bad, and his brows were furrowed.Huo Zhi sat on the edge of the bed and subconsciously slowed down his breathing. Slowly, mixed with a trace of imperceptible tension, he stretched out his hand to smooth the wrinkles between Zhao Rongchi's brows, then quietly bent down, shortening the wrinkles bit by bit. The seemingly distant distance, the subtle and nostalgic tenderness in the eyes seemed to keep every inch of this man's facial features firmly in his heart.

"Rong..."

"Fang Yu..."

A sound as thin as a mosquito rang out from the man's throat. Zhao Rongchi stroked his forehead as if he was in great pain. Under Huo Zhi's stiff movements, he opened his chaotic eyes and fell into a moment of silence.

"...Huo Zhi?" His voice was extremely hoarse.

"you're awake."

"What do you want to do?"

Huo Zhi straightened up, and returned to a normal but distant distance, "You're drunk, I'm taking care of you."

After seeing the towel in the opponent's hand, the frost and vigilance on Zhao Rongchi's face melted a little, but not much.He turned his back to Huo Zhi, expressing the meaning of expulsion to the fullest.

Huo Zhi opened his mouth, and he heard his own voice say, "You called Fang Yu's name just now."

The aura around Zhao Rongchi was steeply cold, "What do you want to say?"

This name is a taboo between them.

This is not the first time that Zhao Rongchi has subconsciously called out this name in front of Huo Zhi, but this is the first time that Huo Zhi has brought it up frontally, bluntly and sadly.

"He is dead."

This flimsy word contained a weight of ten thousand catties, and it just hit Zhao Rongchi's heart straight and straight.

"Are you trying to tell me that because you killed him, you can take his place as a matter of course?"

Huo Zhi's throat was tight, and his whole head was sore and swollen, "No, that's not what I meant."

"Yes, he died, but is it your turn to remind me of these things? Who is responsible for his death? If it wasn't for you, would Fang Yu die? Will he leave me? Huo Zhi, tell me!?"

Zhao Rongchi's voice was so hoarse that it didn't seem to come from his throat, maybe it was under the fermentation of alcohol, maybe it was because this incident had pressed his nerves for too long, the lead wire was already fragile to the limit, as long as that One word was used as a code, and with the sound of '嗞啦', everything was ignited.

Every sentence of his reproach seemed to be poking at Huo Zhi's proud spine. The young man bit his bloodless lips tremblingly, but the corners of his red eyes stubbornly did not shed a single tear.

"I know, but is this all my fault? If you hadn't lied to me for five years, would Fang Yu have died?"

"Huo Zhi!!"

Zhao Rongchi screamed and pressed Huo Zhi on the bed, pulling his arm sorely, but Huo Zhi still continued to say the following words clearly, "You also have a share in his death."

A punch hit Huo Zhi's body like this, "I tell you to shut up!"

"Am I wrong? Rong Chi, he is dead, no matter who killed him, he is no longer in this world, this is the truth." Huo Zhi's smile was far-fetched and decisive, "Dead people can't live in this life." Come on, you're going to... forget about him."

"Forget him? How easy it is for you to say, let me tell you, even if he dies, you will never be able to replace him in this life!"

Zhao Rongchi tugged at his collar, every word pierced into Huo Zhi's heart like a knife.

He asked with difficulty, "The living...will they never be better than the dead?"

Zhao Rongchi gritted his teeth, "Yes."

"Does that mean you can forget Fang Yu only when I die?"

As if he heard some ridiculous question, Zhao Rongchi sneered, and a few out-of-toned syllables escaped from his lips. He pushed Huo Zhi away forcefully, and in a neutral state, Huo Zhi's back hit the wall. There was a heavy sound, and he couldn't help moaning because of the pain, but when he raised his head again, he could no longer see the expression on Zhao Rongchi's face.