[Quick Transmigration] On the Classification of Trash Boyfriends

"explain."

Jiang Ruiqin put the phone in front of Luo Huanzhou, Luo Huanzhou glanced at it, and said in a low tone, "That was an accident."

"Accident? If there is no camera, are you going to perform a passionate kiss?"

Luo Huanzhou shrank his fingers, "Think whatever you want."

Jiang Ruiqin turned off the news page, "I've asked the PR to control the comments, and I'll buy a few trending searches to suppress the popularity. Do you want to see the large-scale fan-off site under your Weibo? It's wonderful."

"Can you leave me alone?"

"If I don't care about you, will I watch you and Huo Zhi come out of the closet hand in hand tomorrow?"

Luo Huanzhou said in a calm voice, "I have nothing to do with him. As a businessman, can you easily believe even the most vulgar Internet public opinion?"

"Huanzhou," Jiang Ruiqin stared at him, "When you refute someone, don't look him in the eye."

Luo Huanzhou's cold eyes froze slightly.

"I can see your eyes lying."

"......To shut up."

Jiang Ruiqin smiled softly, "Is that how you talk to Dad?"

"Jiang Ruiqin, we are not related by blood," Luo Huanzhou sarcastically said, "Do you think I will forget the shitty things you had with my dad before? Or did you forget and need me to remind you?"

"Yes, I am not qualified. Although I have raised you for 20 years, I am not even qualified to warn you."

"Can you stop being so yin-yang?"

Jiang Ruiqin: "If your father is still alive, he should really let him see what his child looks like now."

Luo Huanzhou sneered, "Really?"

"I asked you to stay away from Huo Zhi at the beginning, it seems that you didn't listen at all."

The scenery outside the window was passing by quickly, and a shadow was printed on Luo Huanzhou's face through the window, covering his expression.

"You clearly know what kind of person he is, and he will do anything for his superiors, without any bottom line. Although the rumors are half-truths, they are not groundless." Jiang Ruiqin's voice resounded in the darkness, "I showed you With so much evidence, I have told you again and again, would you rather believe a stranger who approached you with a scheming heart than believe me?"

"I only trust my own eyes."

The corners of Jiang Ruiqin's mouth rose slightly, "So you still think he is the man standing on the altar in your mind?"

"What kind of person he is and what he did has nothing to do with you. That's my life."

"You're still defending him."

Luo Huanzhou punched the car door, "Stop the car, I want to go back."

"I'm taking you home."

"Stop," he repeated under his breath, "that's your home, not mine."

Jiang Ruiqin was silent for a while, and asked the driver to stop the car.

Luo Huanzhou got out of the car and closed the car door heavily. He put on his peaked cap. The low brim of the cap completely covered his face, only his uncurved lips were exposed, showing no signs of happiness or anger.

"Huanzhou, that is indeed my home, but its door is always open to you, only to you."

Jiang Ruiqin's voice came from behind, every word drifted in the wind, Luo Huanzhou's footsteps were still stepping forward steadily, as if he didn't hear the man's words at all.

"You will regret it." Jiang Ruiqin lowered his voice, it seemed that this sentence was just for himself.

There was no one to be seen on the street in the early morning, Luo Huanzhou was walking aimlessly, his mind was messed up by Jiang Ruiqin's words.He bought a few cans of beer from a convenience store, and when he was paying the bill, Luo Huanzhou raised his head and saw himself reflected on the glass, his facial features could not be seen clearly under the brim of his hat, revealing a few strands of silver-white hair, which was particularly eye-catching in the dark suit. The picture hidden in the depths of memory was played in front of his eyes clearly and slowly again, and he could clearly see every detail on it. Even if he closed his eyes, the gentle voice of the other party was still playing back in his ears , heart palpitations.

"Is my favorite color? It should be white, because white is very clean and looks very comfortable."

......

"I like spicy food very much, but because I want to protect my throat, I have to quit. After I stopped eating spicy food, I started to eat sweets. Sweets can really make people feel happy."

......

"When I'm under a lot of pressure, I will sing alone or go to the dance studio to practice dancing. It feels really good to let myself go. When you finish these things, you will find that the troubles are gone."

......

"Yes, there are fans who want to watch me dance, but my level is far from being able to perform on stage. I'm sorry to go up and make a fool of myself. I'll try my best to sing well before completing the next goal."

......

"Recently, a fan choreographed a dance for my song. I went to see it. The dance was really good and beautiful. Thank you and everyone who supports me. I love you all."

......

He had read those interviews over and over again, he stubbornly memorized every sentence, he knew that Huo Zhi's favorite color was white, he knew that Huo Zhi liked to eat sweets, he knew the way Huo Zhi vented his emotions, He also knows a lot, as long as every word and every word that comes out of Huo Zhi's mouth is carefully framed by the former him and carefully hidden in his heart, it is his own secret, it is his. The secret emotions that are most unwilling to tell the world.

——But even this one and only secret that he guarded was dug out in the most cruel way.

Luo Huanzhou opened the lid of the can, the bitter taste of beer spread in his throat, he frowned and swallowed.

He likes Huo Zhi.

He used to really like Huo Zhi, to the point where all his nerves were affected by Huo Zhi's emotions, and he even changed himself for him until imitation became a habit.

But now, he hates Huo Zhi very much.

As long as he sees Huo Zhi's face, he will think of that lost time. He hates Huo Zhi crazily. Why should tens of thousands of them bear the wounds on his body when facing the people who originally believed that he loved him?

The person he loves is the man standing on the highest stage, singing and smiling, and his body is shining, not the mortal who is covered by dust and finally bent his back.

So he hates Huo Zhi.

Huo Zhi squinted his eyes in a half-dream and half-awake, a crisp lock sound made him suddenly open his eyes, he stared at the door that was slowly pushed open in front of him, before he saw the figure, he smelled the smell of alcohol, and rushed straight to the door. his temples.

"Luohuanzhou? Have you been drinking?"

Huo Zhi stood up from the sofa, and the door was closed in response. Luo Huanzhou's figure walked straight towards him. His face was naturally fair, and there was no trace of drunkenness in his clear and deep eyes. Following Huo Zhi's movements closely, it was as if he was completely glued to this person, motionless.

"Are you OK?"

Huo Zhi stretched out his hand worriedly, and as soon as his fingertips touched Luo Huanzhou's shoulder, he was strangled by his hands and could hardly breathe.Luo Huanzhou put the weight of his whole body heavily on him, Huo Zhi took a few steps back, and sat back on the sofa, Luo Huanzhou still did not let go, and hugged his body tightly.

"..."

Next to Huo Zhi's ears was the sound of Luo Huanzhou's slow breathing, spraying on his shoulders one after another, the heat was transmitted through the thin cloth, burning his skin.

"Lo..." "Shh."