Pillow people and dignitaries

The dark clouds blocked the moon, and the light could not penetrate, but the city was still brightly lit.

In the room, the curtains were left closed, Muzeqiao sat on the head of the bed, bent his knees, and hugged his legs.

He and Lu Cheng have been separated since March, and they have hardly had any contact in the past six months, so it should be unlikely that they got infected, right?

Besides, no one is sure whether Lu Cheng got the infection after he separated from him, or before he separated from him?

In his previous life, Lu Cheng was not infected with HIV at this time, but...they were not divorced at this time in their previous life.

Since he can be reborn once, it is not impossible to be infected with HIV.

When you deliberately observe one thing, the details that are closely related to this thing will become particularly abrupt. When it comes to colds and fevers, Mu Zeqiao suddenly had a fever in the filming of "Time 2". It was Fu Junchi who took care of him at the end of the day. Although he was fine the next day, if you think about it with these things, it might not just be a fever.

Enlarge the trivial things, and it will give rise to an inexplicable sense of fear.

If the fever was indeed caused by the weakened immunity caused by HIV, it would not have recovered so quickly at that time.

But why did he have a fever then?

Mu Zeqiao denied himself over and over again, like he couldn't explain why he returned to 23 years old?Could the price of this be infection with the human immunodeficiency virus?

A kind of fear slowly grabbed his heart, like a burst of cold air climbed up the trachea and climbed to the mouth of the throat.

"Ding dong ding dong ding dong..."

The ringtone of the video call rang for a long time, stopped ringing again, rang again and stopped, Mu Zeqiao's wandering thoughts gathered together, and by the time he realized it, there were already three missed calls lying on the phone.

The cat managed to squeeze in through the crack of the door, wagging its tail and walking towards Muzeqiao who was sitting on the bed.He hurriedly dialed the call, but within three seconds, the other party answered.

"I was taking a shower just now, Brother Fu, did you just wake up?" Mu Zeqiao put his head on his knees, held his phone in both hands, and asked Fu Junchi as usual.

"Yeah." Fu Junchi was lying down, and he turned the camera out of the window, "It's not very bright yet, and it snowed again last night."

"Then remember to add some clothes over there, don't wear too little."

"I really want to show you."

"Brother Fu, I miss you." Mu Zeqiao lowered his eyes, and the phone was a little far away, making Fu Junchi miss the sadness that flashed across those brown eyes, "I really want to see you."

Mu Zeqiao is not afraid that he will be infected with HIV. With the current medical treatment, although there is no way to completely cure it, it can be suppressed with medicine.

What he was afraid of was...Fu Junchi was just like him.

In the past few months, he has almost always stayed with Fu Junchi, if...

What if... the blood came into contact at some accidental moment, and they didn't realize it?

For example, the corners of the lips that were accidentally broken by both parties when kissing.

"Qiao Qiao, there is still one week." Fu Junchi got up and rubbed his messy hair, because he just woke up, and his nasal voice was a bit heavy, "I have asked Kan Teng to apply for a visa for you, and it hasn't come down yet, but I will come again next time Now, you can come with me."

"Ah."

Mu Zeqiao's interest was not very high, Fu Junchi noticed it keenly, "What's wrong?"

Mu Zeqiao frowned, sniffed like an unhappy child, "I just... miss Brother Fu..."

He still didn't tell Fu Junchi about these things.

The shooting time of the MV was extended by two days, because there were several scenes that needed to be re-shot in the later stage. During the day, Mu Zeqiao went to the group to shoot normally, but the chat with Fu Junchi was obviously much less.

He has things hidden in his heart, he can't be happy, and he doesn't even think about chatting.

He didn't want to go to the hospital alone, and he didn't know how to talk to Fu Junchi.

In fact, he was still quite afraid that Fu Junchi would hate him. It wasn't that he didn't believe in Fu Junchi, it was because he didn't believe in himself.

It was because he was afraid that the other party would show disgust and fear if there was a slight possibility.

He knew that Fu Junchi would not, he knew how much Fu Junchi loved him, but he was still afraid of that little possibility.

In fact, from half a year ago to now, his heart is still resisting the people who approach him.

Perhaps, he still couldn't let go of the mistakes he made in his previous life.

The human heart is extremely complicated. The more you fear something, the more you avoid something, the more something will appear in your mind.

During the daytime shooting, Mu Zeqiao didn't think about these things, but as long as he was sleeping alone in bed at night, his mind would be all focused on it.

After the MV was filmed, the company didn't arrange for him to join other groups, because the schedule of the TV series "The Powerful Minister" is advancing, if it is arranged casually, it will be very troublesome to bump into it at that time.

The day before Fu Junchi was coming back, Mu Zeqiao went to his apartment in the afternoon, put the cat back, and then went out to buy some ingredients and put them neatly in the refrigerator.

For several days in a row, Mu Zeqiao couldn't raise his emotions, like a person sinking in the deep sea, struggling desperately but unable to rise to the surface.

He put some cat food in the automatic feeder, and wiped off the thin dust on the coffee table. He originally wanted to finish all this and go back.

He stood in the living room in silence for a while, then went to Fu Junchi's room to tidy up and get out of bed. He knew that Fu Junchi was obsessed with cleanliness, so he came here one day in advance to help Fu Junchi clean the apartment that hadn't been occupied for half a month.

Mu Zeqiao was considering whether to take out the quilt to bask in the sun, but suddenly a pair of arms hugged him tightly from behind, and he subconsciously struggled, when he heard the person behind him whispering in his ear.

"Jojo, it's me."

Mu Zeqiao was stunned for a while, and his eyes widened in disbelief. When he realized that this gentle chest really existed, he couldn't help shrinking back, trying to hide in Fu Junchi's arms.

Just because they hugged each other like this, Mu Zeqiao was much relieved.

"When did you arrive?"

"Two hours ago, I wanted to surprise you. I didn't expect you to be here."

According to the plan, Fu Jun's late flight should be at noon tomorrow.For the past few days, Fu Junchi has been dealing with things overnight. He signed the last document at [-] o'clock in the morning yesterday and slept for a few hours. Because he couldn't wait, he changed his signature to today.

Fu Junchi turned Mu Zeqiao over and held his face, eager to kiss him.

Lips rubbed against cheeks, it was Muzeqiao who avoided his kiss.

Fu Junchi froze for a moment, then let go of his hand silently.

"I miss you so much." He rubbed Mu Zeqiao's hair without getting angry, "I can't restrain myself."

After not seeing each other for more than ten days, Fu Junchi missed Mu Zeqiao very much every second. When he opened the door, he saw his beloved, which was something he had never thought about before.

I was overjoyed for a moment.

"You haven't eaten yet, I'll get it for you."

Fu Junchi let go of his hand, turned around and walked out.

His back is tall, but mixed with a lonely atmosphere.

Moreover, Mu Zeqiao had clearly seen it just now. At that moment, Fu Junchi suppressed the disappointment.

Have there been countless times?This person would suppress all the loss in his heart, and then never show it to him.

"Brother Fu, I want to tell you something."

Mu Ze lowered his head with a gloomy expression.

He stood in the room, and Fu Junchi stood outside the room.

The moment Fu Junchi turned his head, he suddenly felt that Mu Zeqiao standing there seemed to be far away from him.

Heart trembling violently, Fu Junchi strode over and grabbed Mu Zeqiao's hand.

Many things are foreshadowed.

A week ago, when Mu Zeqiao deliberately ignored his indifference and made excuses to hang up the phone, Fu Junchi pretended that these things didn't happen, and still talked a lot with Mu Zeqiao every day.

In front of Mu Zeqiao, or in front of love, Fu Junchi is clumsy and cautious.

The two sat on the sofa in the living room, and Mu Zeqiao lowered his eyes, still feeling very depressed.

Fu Junchi embraced his shoulders, and pressed his forehead against his forehead, "Qiao Qiao, just tell me if you have anything to do."

Even this matter means that they are not so suitable.

Mu Zeqiao calmly took out the phone, found a picture in the album, clicked on it, and handed it to Fu Junchi.

"I may be infected..." Mu Zeqiao seemed to be unable to make any sound from his throat. He paused for a while, restraining the trembling emotion in his heart, "Brother Fu, you can see for yourself."

Mu Zeqiao quickly got up and fled from the living room, "I'm going to the kitchen to prepare the dishes."

The cold water ran over the back of his hands, Mu Zeqiao pursed his lips, washing the tomatoes.

There was no emotion on his face, but he was terrified.

In the entertainment circle, Fu Junchi is the most popular actor; in the business circle, Fu Junchi is the president of Fu Chuang Enterprise, he can have more and better choices, or in other words, everyone Fu Junchi meets is better than him, Mu Ze Qiao is so outstanding, but who has a failed marriage, what qualifications does he have to stand by Fu Junchi's side?

"Jojo!!"

Mu Zeqiao raised his head dully, and saw Fu Junchi who was suppressing his anger.

Mu Zeqiao stopped the kitchen knife for peeling tomatoes, and followed Fu Junchi's gaze.

The tip of his left finger holding the tomato was stained with dots of red, and a few drops fell on the Milan-colored carpet, blooming brilliant blood-red flowers.

The half-peeled tomato rolled to the ground, and the kitchen knife was placed on the kitchen counter. Fu Junchi held Mu Zeqiao's left hand, brought it to his lips and sucked it lightly.

Mu Zeqiao quickly withdrew his hand, took a step back, rolled his eyes blankly, and found that the blood on the wound on his fingertips had been licked clean, and Fu Junchi's lower lip was stained with a little bright red.

In just a second, Mu Zeqiao's eyes turned red.

He grabbed Fu Junchi's wrist, stared at those black and white eyes, and lost his temper at Fu Junchi for the first time, "Brother Fu!!! Don't you know how serious the matter is!!"

Mu Zeqiao who lost his temper with red eyes is not fierce at all, on the contrary, he looks like an angry rabbit with pricked up ears, as long as his fur is smooth, he will be fine.

Mu Zeqiao pulled Fu Junchi out, "Go to the hospital!!! NOW!!!"

Fu Junchi dragged Mu Zeqiao back, locked him in his arms from behind, and did not allow him to break free.

"Qiao Qiao." Fu Junchi called him, and the person in his arms calmed down, "Why are you telling me now? I'm human, and I'm also afraid. I thought your escape these days was because you thought We are not that suitable, so I didn't dare to ask you, if... I know you are worried, then I won't let you stay alone. "

Fu Junchi kissed Mu Zeqiao's hair.

"Don't deny this relationship just because of a possibility."

……Fear?dare not?

He never thought that these emotions would come out of Fu Junchi.

It may be because he used to regard Fu Junchi as his brother, and this brother never showed his vulnerable side to him. Over time, he thought that there was nothing that could shake Fu Junchi.

Fu Junchi took Mu Zeqiao out the door, and they didn't say a word until they got into the car.

"Jojo?"

Fu Junchi called out tentatively.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Mu Zeqiao imitated Fu Junchi's cold face, stretched out his hand to pull the seat belt, put it on quickly, and then stared out the window with red eyes.

When the car got on the road, Fu Junchi glanced at Mu Zeqiao, "Qiaoqiao, it's already six o'clock, are you hungry..."

"Don't talk to me."

Mu Zeqiao's eyes were flushed, and he deliberately turned his back to Fu Junchi.

After a while.

"Jojo..."

"Don't call me."

A while passed.

"Jojo..."

"If you call me again, I don't want to talk to you."

After a long time, Mu Zeqiao wiped away the dried tears from the corners of his eyes. He was still holding his breath, and without looking at Fu Junchi, he said to himself through the car window.

"There won't be a next time. Who told you to do this? When you behave like this again in the future and don't pay back your health, I will..."

Mu Zeqiao choked for a long time, but he didn't choke out what I said later, but his eyes turned red again.

There was an intersection with a green light ahead, Fu Junchi stopped the car, and slowly held Mu Zeqiao's hand.

"Listen to Jojo."