The wicked have their own evil

The weather on the second day was so hot that it seemed to be drenched in a stove, and it was so stuffy that I couldn't feel the wind.

Zhang Chi just dragged a car to the garage and told Ah Chen to do the follow-up.The weather was so hot that beads of sweat flowed from his forehead down his cheeks into his chest, and the white vest was almost soaked in water. He casually took a towel to wipe the sweat off his head.

"Boss, just now Tao Zi bought some pastries." Chen said.

"Don't eat, I'll go back and take a shower first."

Zhang Chi hung the towel on his shoulders and turned back to his residence.The place where he lives is on the far right corner, and he has to go through the alley to the back door on the first floor. He can go directly to his room by going directly to the back door.

He had chosen it himself, and it was convenient and quiet enough.Normally, he was the only one who walked this alley. He walked up the stairs slowly, lowered his head and took a cigarette, and when he was about to turn a corner, he stopped.

A slender man in a pair of skinny jeans was leaning against the wall, and he turned his head only when he heard the sound of walking.

Zhang Chi pulled his lips, intending to pass him.

Zitong stretched out his hand, stopped him, and said in a low voice, "Zhang Chi, let's talk."

Zhang Chi didn't want to pay attention to him, put his hand down, took out the key and opened the door.Before his door could be closed, Zitong put out his hand to block it.

Zhang Chi rolled his throat, sweat dripped down his forehead from the end of his eyes, whether it was the reunion just now or now, he didn't want to face him.

Zitong lifted the pastry he was carrying and looked at him fixedly: "I remember you used to like red bean cake very much, so I made it for you."

Zhang Chi's eyes were cold, and he gritted his teeth slightly and said two words: "Go back."

"Let's eat something first," Zi Tong said softly, "We haven't seen each other for so long, won't you invite me in for a sit down?"

Zhang Chi took a puff of cigarette and said, ""Didn't you hear what I said? "

When Zitong is not smiling, she is an iceberg beauty that makes people feel cold, but when she smiles, she is as non-aggressive as cotton wool.

He smiled slightly and said, "If you don't invite me in, I'll wait here. Anyway, everyone on this floor knows me, so I don't mind."

Zhang Chi: "..." I haven't seen him for three years, why is his face different from before.

Now it seemed that he was hypocritical, he let go of the door, and Zitong walked in.

Zhang Chi sat back on the wooden stool, and casually put the towel aside, but Zitong caught it.

He said, "It's dirty, don't put it on the stool."

Zhang Chi glanced at him, then suddenly sneered and said, "What do you think the relationship between us is now?"

Zitong paused for a moment, looked straight at him, and said word by word: "Zhang Chi, let's get back together."

Every word Zi Tong said was like a stone hitting the bottom of his heart, and his whole heart seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't feel excited even under the pressure. Suddenly he seemed to return to the place where he was imprisoned three years ago. that pain.

Being imprisoned by a lover who was selfish and wishful thinking was indeed a nightmare he couldn't bear, and it made his stomach churn just thinking about it now.

He met Zi Tong's sincere eyes, as if he was waiting for his response, nervous and full of innocence, as if they were just a couple who had just had an awkward fight.

The damage done three years ago was only a dream, not reality.

He still wanted to ask, how could Zitong do it in the name of protecting him, but he cared about hurting his dearest relatives.

He stood up and let out a slow puff of smoke.

Zitong didn't like the smell of smoke, but now he was suffocated by Zhang Chi walking in step by step. Zhang Chi slowly leaned over and blew a puff of smoke into his ear viciously.

Zitong looked at him without blinking.

"Good again?" He smiled and said, "Do you think we can go back to the past?"

"Why not?"

Zhang Chi's smile faded away, he turned around and didn't reply.

Zitong kept staring at him, from his face to his back, his eyes were cold but deep, and he said: "After you went to prison, I tried to restore peace to my life, and even thought, no more. How can you..."

Zhang Chi lowered his head and smoked, but didn't answer.

He turned his face away, and continued: "But, I can't live a new life, I just," he never said these words, said a little stuttering, "I want to be the same as before."

"Same as before?" Zhang Chi looked up at him.

Even after three years, Zitong is still not good at talking about love.

Zitong looked at him, pursed his lips, "With you, let's go back to the old life."

"Is this what you're talking about?" Zhang Chi laughed suddenly, and pressed the cigarette into the ashtray, "Okay, I heard you when you're done talking, let's go out."

"Zhang Chi." Zi Tong's fists were clenched slightly trembling.

Zhang Chi said, "You still don't know where our problems lie."

Zitong gritted her teeth lightly, "Can't you continue to like me?"

Zhang Chi still said the same two words, "Go out."

Zi Tong moved, but instead of going out, he directly held Zhang Chi's shoulders, pressed him on the bed unpredictably, bit his lips hard, and the towel fell to the ground.

Zhang Chi was furious. He punched him in the face that he was reluctant to hit before. The force was not heavy enough to make him stop.

Sure enough, Zitong stopped for a while, then kissed him more vigorously, slid down from the shoulder, pressed his wrist, and rubbed his lips up and down, almost without scratching the skin.

Zitong's kiss made Zhang Chi feel uncomfortable, he leaned forward with his right shoulder, pushed him away, took his hands out of his restraints, and pushed him aside.

There was a trace of bruise on Zitong's fair face, her lips were pursed, and her long eyelashes drooped down, looking a little aggrieved.

Zhang Chi couldn't swear even if he wanted to, it made it seem like he was bullying others.

He put his hands on his knees and covered his brow tiredly.

Zitong finally calmed down, stood up, and walked out without saying a word.

"Fuck." Zhang Chi cursed in a low voice.