The wicked have their own evil

The next morning, as soon as Zhang Chi opened his eyes, he faced the side window. The dazzling sunlight instantly caught his eyes, making him close them subconsciously.

He put his arm on his forehead, closed his eyes and rested, and grabbed the fluffy and soft bedding with his other hand.

He remembered that he went to the bar to drink last night. His bad habit of drinking when he didn't like it was really worn out, and he couldn't change his nature.

He opened his eyes slightly, and looked around at the decoration of the room, which gave him a sense of familiarity, but now his head is like a mess, a little dazed by drunkenness, there is no I can't recall anything else, I just managed to assemble a few fragments.He only remembered that the bartender answered a call for him, and it was from Cheng Yi.

With this thought in his mind, he tentatively called out, "Cheng Yi?"

Soon, a man came in with a livid face, "Who are you calling?"

When Zhang Chi saw him, he became sober for a moment. This is Zitong's room.

He sat up and asked frowningly, "Why are you?"

"It's not me, who are you thinking about?" Zi Tong asked back.

In fact, Zhang Chi didn't think about anything else, but every time he drank heavily, Zitong would touch him, and he felt a little indescribable.

But his drinking this time had something to do with Zitong, he lowered his head, a little embarrassed, and asked in a serious manner, "I didn't say anything last night, did I?"

Zi Tong was silent for a while, and Zhang Chi really thought he had said something after waiting for this time.

He asked, "Did you quarrel with Shen Hua?"

Zhang Chi immediately denied it: "No."

Zitong gave a clear "Oh".

Zhang Chi: "..."

He cursed secretly a few times, then bent over to put on his shoes, feeling something was wrong, and asked, "Where's my clothes?"

Zitong: "The balcony."

Zhang Chi went to the balcony and put his clothes back.

Zitong leaned against the door, crossed her hands, and looked at him indifferently.

"You vomited and vomited last night," he said. "Stop drinking."

Zhang Chi turned to look at him, "Did you help me change my clothes?"

Zitong said, "There are only you and me here."

Zhang Chi put the clothes he had taken off on the side, and then put on his own clothes again. Zitong watched from behind, his throat rolling, with a hint of desire.

Zhang Chi seemed to think of something, he turned his head and asked, "How do you know I'm there?"

Zitong raised his eyebrows and said, "You called me."

Zhang Chi did make a phone call, but he hung up quickly. As for Zi Tong, he knew that he was in the bar because of his ability.

Zhang Chi paused and turned to look at him.

Zitong asked: "Can't remember?"

Zhang Chi didn't answer him.

"You still remember my mobile phone number," Zitong tilted his head slightly, looking at him, "I'm very happy, the first thing you think of is me."

When Zhang Chi heard this, he looked up at him, "I didn't..."

"there is nothing?"

Zhang Chi couldn't even say another word, he passed him, went out and opened the door, but Zitong grabbed his arm.

Zitong said softly: "I cooked breakfast for you, you can leave after eating."

Zhang Chi said, "No need."

Zitong pursed her lips, "I made porridge."

Zhang Chi turned his face away, slowly let go of his hand, and walked away from here.

He was a little tired and returned to his residence, but happened to run into Shen Hua.When Shen Hua saw him, his face softened a little.

"came back."

Zhang Chi paused, nodded, and prepared to go up to the second floor.

Shen Hua said warmly: "Aunt Yu cooked breakfast, come over and eat breakfast."

Zhang Chi shook his head, his voice was alienated for a moment, "No need."

Shen Hua called him again, "Zhang Chi."

Zhang Chi stopped on the stairs, waiting for his next sentence.

Shen Hua frowned, his voice a little distressed, "You, do you regret going to jail for me?"

Zhang Chi turned to look at him, and said, "I don't regret it," he pulled his lips, and continued, "To be honest, I feel more relaxed."

After he finished speaking, he went upstairs directly, leaving Shen Hua alone.

Shen Hua unconsciously grabbed the pillar next to him, his eyes were deep-set, with thin eyelids drooping, finally showing a bit of old age that fit his age.

Zhang Chi walked up and down the floor, letting out a breath from time to time, feeling inexplicably irritable.

He lay on the bed, staring at the bed curtain, his head was aching.He remembered Cheng Yi's phone call to him, and immediately got up and called him.

Soon, the other party was connected.

"Hello." A weak voice came from the opposite side.

Zhang Chi scratched his head and asked, "Chengyi, did you come to look for me last night?"

Cheng Yi was silent for a while, and said, "Brother Chi, I understand."

Zhang Chi: "... understand what?"

"I didn't understand it before, but now I know it," Cheng Yi said, "But brother Chi, you still treat me as a friend."

Zhang Chi was at a loss when he heard that, "Of course, I treat you as my younger brother just like before."

Cheng Yi's voice became even more depressed, "I see, I was thinking too much, brother Chi, your boyfriend is very suitable for you."

What the hell?

Before Zhang Chi asked, Cheng Yi had already hung up the phone.

He stared blankly at the phone, where did he find his boyfriend.

-

Time passed slowly, Zhang Chi rolled up his long sleeves, revealing his strong arms.

The weather is fickle, changing from cold to cold.It's already December, and sometimes it's so hot that my arms are sweating.

After lunch, Zhang Chi went to the cool place, sat on the big slab, and lazily lit a cigarette.Ah Chen had just had a full meal, and excitedly ran to sit next to Zhang Chi.

He picked up his phone and said with a grin: "Boss, I saw a few toys online, please help me choose."

Zhang Chi pinched the cigarette away with his fingers, held his mobile phone in the other hand, looked at it carefully, shook his head, slid it over for him, and picked another one for him.

He said, "This one."

Ah Chen took a look, "A talking bullhorn?" He scratched his head and said, "Would a boy like Wanzi like this?"

Zhang Chi glanced at him, "Boys can't play with it?" He continued: "The last time he went to the mall, he stared at this doll for several minutes without leaving it. He will be happy if he buys this."

Chen Mimi smiled, "That's fine." He played with his phone and asked curiously: "Boss, Wanzi's birthday is next week, what have you prepared?"

Zhang Chi: "Are you free?"

Ah Chen: "Not now, rest time."

Zhang Chi turned his head to look at the scenery and ignored him.

Ah Chen could only retract his head resentfully.But he still couldn't bear to be quiet, and asked a question that had been on his mind for several days: "Boss, did you quarrel with Brother Hua?"

Zhang Chi: "I see you are really busy."

Ah Chen touched his nose, and said in a low voice: "No, I'm just worried. Seeing that something is wrong with you two recently."

Zhang Chi pulled his lips and said, "We are fine."

Ah Chen muttered: "It doesn't look like it."

Zhang Chi lit his cigarette butt, the ash scattered with the wind, and said, "If you say you're fine, you're fine, go back to work."

Ah Chen has known Zhang Chi for so many years, he can tell at a glance whether the real murderer is a hypocrite.From this point of view, Zhang Chi obviously wouldn't say anything.