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In fact, it was the second time I ate the chocolate that he stuffed into it in more than ten years.

Do you think that after he once gave me a box of chocolates, he would continue to give me a steady stream like all straight men who can only give chocolates?

would not.

Because I told him once that I really hate chocolate.

When he asked me carefully for the fourth time if I had eaten the box of chocolates.

At that time, I had already noticed that there was something wrong between me and him, and I dared not admit that I not only ate it, but even finished it within two days.

That time he asked one more question: "Why don't you eat?"

After asking, he said, "That chocolate tastes good."

I thought to myself, of course I know it’s not bad!I ate it all!But how do I admit it?

I had no choice but to say: "I don't like sweets... I'm sorry senior, I'll eat it in a few days, okay?"

"OK……"

Afterwards, he never asked me about the chocolate again.

He believed my words very innocently and cutely, and never gave me chocolate again.

Later, we were together.

No matter how careful he is with me, no matter how meticulous he is about me.We who are in love, have such a happy time, there are so many things we can do, of course he forgot about the chocolate.

So, this is also a secret.

He never knew, I knew that box of chocolates had "An Sifeng".

After I finished speaking, he was silent again.

I thought, let’s ask it once and for all. I asked him, “Why, nineteen? I was not 19 at the time. I’ve been thinking about it for so many years, but I still can’t figure it out.”

"An Sifeng." He called me again, this time, his voice was finally not mixed with ice.

I bowed my head and ignored him.

"An Sifeng." He called me again, "Look up."

Who cares about him? !

Yes, I am such a psycho.

He treated me badly, I got angry and scolded him.He's softened up a bit now, but I'm still angry.

I'm just not happy anyway.

He reached out and pinched my chin, lifting my face up.

I just pouted and looked at him.

He looked at me for a moment, and said, "What nineteen."

"..." My eyes are getting bigger and bigger, what do you mean?He even forgot this? !My eyes are wide open to see him clearly, did he really forget?He doesn't even remember that he was so afraid and trembling like that and gave me chocolates?My eye sockets quickly filled with tears.

He is really too much.

"Cry, when you see me, you will only cry."

He still said that?

I cried: "Yeah, I can only cry. What about you? What do you remember? Pervert, beast!"

"I ask you, what nineteen." He made his voice more serious.

"Woo..." I cried very sadly, "What nineteen? You don't remember anything, didn't you please me like a fool and give me chocolates, come here every day and ask me if I have eaten? You forgot all of it , After ten years, you have changed suddenly, you come to tie me, scold me, and humiliate me. You coaxed me and hugged me every day!"

"Yes."

"Huh?" I cried pitifully.

"Yes, I coaxed and hugged you back then. What about you? How did you treat me?"

"..." I watched him cry, not knowing what he wanted to say.

"You don't tell me anything. Even if it's such a small thing, tell yourself, how many things have you kept from me?"

"..." I continued to cry.

"Cry, is crying useful?"

"But is it useful not to cry!! If you don't come, who is okay to cry at home? I haven't cried for many years!" I thought of what he said, if he knew I was here, he would not come, and cried even more sadly, " Who wants to see you again? If you know you are in my shop, if you beat me to death, I won't go downstairs!!"

"Okay." He agreed.

I was even more sad.

He frowned, picked up his suit again, continued to wipe my tears, and said coldly: "So, you have already eaten that box of chocolates."

"Yes, so what!" I shook my head vigorously, and shook off his hand, "I don't want you to wipe my tears, get out!"

His hands were weak at this time, I shook them off, and pinched my face again.He still wanted to continue wiping me, so I said angrily, "The clothes are hard, it hurts to wipe my face!"

He sneered: "Do you think you have baby skin? How hard is this clothes?"

I cried angrily again: "Yes! I am thirty! I am old! I have wrinkles! Anyone can laugh at me! You are satisfied!"

He let out a sigh of relief, and he did throw away his suit, squeezing my hand instead of holding my face.

He leaned forward, wiped my tears with the palm of his hand, and said, "Satisfied with this?"

I sniffled: "It's much better than a suit." After thinking about it, I hurriedly said, "But you are also an old man, and the skin on your hands is very thick! It's just a little better than cloth."

He actually laughed.

I was taken aback.

Crying so embarrassingly, I have to admit that the old man still looks good when he smiles.

It's been a long, long time since I saw him smile like this.

Joy suddenly arises in my heart.

I feel sad myself.

When he smiles, I can be so happy.

So sad.

I flinched and wanted to bow my head.He fixed it: "Don't move."

I was dissatisfied, and wanted to anger him a few more words, but seeing his serious face, and thinking of him wiping my tears so lightly, I reluctantly listened to him.I didn't move anymore, but let him wipe away his tears.

By the way, I sniff again.

After wiping away the tears, he said, "Don't cry anymore."

"Humph!"

He laughed again.

He seemed to be in a better mood suddenly.

Well, he is now a psycho too.Humiliate me for a while, and laugh for a while.

But for the sake of his pretty smile, let me control my emotions.

After he finished laughing, he said, "Let's settle the accounts carefully."

"Forget it!" I was annoyed, who is afraid of whom?

He took out another piece of tissue, wiped around my eye sockets again, and said, "An Sifeng, you—"

Just halfway through talking, the phone rang in the car, the kind that comes with the phone.

I didn't bring my mobile phone, I looked at him.

Sure enough, it was his mobile phone. He took out the mobile phone from behind, looked at it, and gradually frowned again.

I tasted it: "Is your wife calling you? Come to check the post?"

He was really in a better mood just now. Hearing what I said, he suddenly gave me another look, and handed the phone to me: "Look for yourself."

When I saw it, it was my Brother Jin's phone number...

I had no choice but to say: "It turns out that your mobile phone number hasn't been changed..."

"Yes, I didn't change it, but some people did."

"..."

"If you change it, he can remember my phone number. Why don't some people remember it?"

"..."

In fact, I also remember, but how could I possibly call him...

He hung up Brother Jin's phone call.

"Why don't you answer?" I asked him.

He sneered: "You two are very good, hiding here together, living together? Are you okay?"

Ah!The pure friendship between me and my brother Jin was described by him as such.

What happened to my brother Jin?

If I didn't have Brother Jin back then!He may not be able to catch up with me!