Just liking is not enough

restart. "

Goethe was silent for a long time before he sighed slowly.

"Feng, we never started, how can we start again."

Feng gasped for breath, as if all his strength had been drained by that blow, he lowered his head slumpedly, and after a while he regained his emotions, and said with a dry smile, "You just want to punish me, don't you? Resent me for treating you so ruthlessly ..."

"No." Goethe frowned slightly, looking at Feng's face buried in the darkness, his heart tightened slightly, "I...not."

It's not resentment, it's not punishment, so what is it?

Goethe himself didn't know it, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, covering his momentary emotional turmoil.

"I never hated you." Goethe said lightly.

Feng suddenly laughed, "Well... don't you even have resentment..."

He used to think that the other party hated him, even if he hated him... that was a bond connecting them.

But isn't there even resentment now?

So is there really no relationship at all between them?clean?

Damn clean!

Feng Meng raised his head, his eyes almost burst into flames.

He stretched out his hand to press Goethe's shoulder, that face that was naturally ruthless now showed a bit of evil charm.

"If I knew this was the case, why should I carefully maintain the little relationship we have left? Why don't we strengthen this relationship in a different way now!"

As soon as the words fell, he tilted his head and kissed her.

Goethe opened his eyes wide and wanted to back away, but his back was pressed against the back of the chair.

The man's kiss was bursting like a gust of wind, but there was still a little helplessness, pain and unwillingness.

Goethe almost couldn't breathe for the kiss of siege. Looking at the painful Feng in front of him, he didn't have the slightest disgust in his heart, but was full of distress.

He thought he could forget it.

He thought, that's just what he thought.

The moment the man bowed his head, he knew he couldn't escape.

In my heart, I longed for him to come back and beg myself to redeem myself.

But when the other party turned his head, his heart was only filled with great fear.

It's like buying a gamble for many years but losing all the time, and one day the unexpected jackpot fell on the head.

There is no ecstasy, only the emptiness that cannot be stepped on.

I am afraid that once I give my heart again, I will only fall deeper... more miserable.

I don't know how long it took before the two red lips finally separated. Feng looked at the bloodshot thin lips that had been trampled by him, and the desire in his blood couldn't be suppressed.

He wanted to kiss again, but saw Goethe staring at him fixedly.

Those eyes were full of emotions that Feng couldn't explain, they said they were indifferent but seemed to be hiding something, they said they were hiding but they didn't seem to care.

Like a basin of cold water poured on my heart.

Feng's flame was instantly extinguished.

Let go of Goethe, Feng turned his head, remained silent for a while, and then restarted the car.

As the wheels drove onto the road, the street lamps swayed and the shadows of the trees fell layer by layer on the windshield, fragmented on the faces of the two of them.

This time the silence was more thorough.

With pain that makes it almost impossible to breathe.

Feng no longer knew what to do.

Who can tell him how to redeem his Goethe?

The boy in my memory once looked at himself with such a persistent smile, and the setting sun behind him was mottled like a scene of vicissitudes of life.

Sadly, it was broken by the ignorant and arrogant self.

The author has something to say: TAT... hit me so hard that I wanted to cry, I fell! ! !

There may be double updates today =W= If you haven’t seen the update after 11 o’clock, then it’s not.

I try to double update~

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71. Chapter Four (2)...

The first time I met Goethe was at a party welcoming Goethe.

At that time, several people were still young and energetic, but Goethe showed an elegant warmth. It seemed that nothing could make him show a rude attitude.

The blond hair, which did not reach the shoulders at that time, was short and shredded, shaking like shattered sunlight.

Feng's curiosity about this young man at that time was only due to the strange origin of the other party.

He never knew that Kai also had a cousin in Russia.

People in the family have speculated that maybe the other party came back to snatch the family property, or maybe Kai had other plans.

But no matter how the people in the family whispered, Kai's trust in Goethe was the best evidence, and he was entrusted to take care of all family affairs. At that time, the position of O'Malley's second in command already belonged to Goethe.

The continuous closeness at work allowed Feng to see this young man more clearly, including the involuntary gaze that the other party always glanced at. When he turned his head, the other party would run away like a panicked deer.

With some shy and expectant breath, like a steaming hot spring, lingering and invisible, but revealing a comfortable feeling.

I have to say that the feeling of being secretly watched by Goethe is very good.

Even let myself start to pay attention to him involuntarily.

Slender eyelashes, eyes that bend into crescents when you smile, and light-colored pupils that seem to carry a streamer of precipitation. When you look at someone steadily, you can't help but calm your heart.

He is always so gentle, even when he is not smiling, the corners of his mouth seem to be slightly raised.

Thinking about it now, at that time, Goethe's joy was so easy to see, without any disguise, just expressing his own happiness.

When he and Kai accepted their family, they were both young, not as calm and introverted as they are now, with a bit of hostility.

But every time the two of them were together with Goethe, that hostility would be completely dispelled.

There was a group photo of three people in my memory, and it was also the only photo of three people grouped together.

It seems to be taken by Lan, the sky is high and the clouds are thin, floating above the head like flocs.

A plane passed through the clouds, and a thin white line was drawn from the tail, as if the heart was softened by the clouds.

The photo was taken in Goethe's mansion. The empty garden was not as full of flowers as it is now.

There were only a few roses wrapped around the white-painted fence and connected to a piece of green grass in the distance, and the three of them stood together and talked.

Kai was wearing a white shirt with the buttons unbuttoned and a cigarette dangling from his mouth. Only at this moment, there was an unexpected calmness in his eyes that were always alienated and indifferent.

Goethe stood between the two, holding his blond hair blown by the wind with one hand, with a smile on his slightly raised face. He was wearing a pink shirt with a knitted vest outside, a big V-neck, and a lining. Goethe looks like a fresh graduate.

And beside him, stood Feng.

The black suit was draped over his shoulders, and it seemed that Kai had said something mocking, his face was dissatisfied, his brows were raised high, and the cuffs of the beige shirt were rolled up on his arms.

Because Lan secretly took the photo, the three of them didn't know it at the time, but when they saw the developed photo later, Feng realized that his eyes could not be separated from Goethe in the photo.

Even if others couldn't see it, he could find that while Goethe was smiling slightly, he was inadvertently getting closer to himself.

This discovery made him feel extremely joyful, but at that time, he didn't understand what it meant.

Looking back now, at that time, I and Goethe were so close, so close that I could hold him in my arms just by stretching out my hand.

But now, the distance between the two is so far.

Where did that photo go?

He didn't remember either.

Not long after Goethe's accident, because of cleaning up the group of people who attacked him, the O'Milly and Leger families were in a mess.

It was also after that that the Lanxiou family came to the fore.

If it wasn't for cleaning up the big family above Lancio's head, the third place would not be Lancio's turn.

Recovering from the good memories, Feng Cai found that the night outside his car window had turned gray slightly.

Looking at the time... He actually stayed in the car all night.

He raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, sleepiness finally struck, he turned his head to look at Goethe's closed window, an indescribable sourness choked in his throat.

If an apology is useless, what else is he going to do?

……

After Feng went back to sleep for a day, he woke up again, and the sky outside became dark again.

Sometimes time is like this, it makes people hate it, but there is nothing they can do.

Just like now, Feng came out of the bathroom while looking at his face in the opposite mirror.

If only time could be turned back...

Smiling mockingly, forget it... How many times have I had this idea in the past few years, but time still goes its own way, ignoring anyone's request.

Coming out of the room, Feng felt a little hungry, but in fact it should be more than a little... After all, he hadn't eaten all day.

But when he thought of Goethe's indifferent eyes yesterday, he lost his appetite at all.

Irritability and anxiety filled his heart, making him unable to concentrate even at work.

No matter who they catch, they just want to get angry.

After wiping his hair carelessly with a towel, Feng went downstairs to ask the butler to serve dinner.

When he reached the stairs, he saw Penny on the phone.

I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but Penny's voice came to my ears clearly, but it didn't seem abrupt.

"Goethe, think about it."

The word Goethe stabbed Feng fiercely, he subconsciously stopped, and listened.

"You're not too young, it's time to settle down..."

Probably because the other party said something, Petunia smiled softly, "I don't care about you? You see Kai is flying together, and you are still alone."

"Look