Become the white moonlight of the attack

Secretary Li at the door saw Jiang Zhuo going out angrily, and just wanted to get up to ask, but Jiang Zhuo said, "Don't follow me."

Secretary Li sighed for a while, but still wanted to ask, "Mr. Jiang, where are you going?"

Jiang Zhuo's mind was as messy as gold and iron horses, every nerve was tightly torn.

He stopped in his tracks and raised his eyebrows to look at Secretary Li, who hated iron and steel. When his depressed gaze rested on the faint red mark between Secretary Li's collar and neck, his eyebrows twitched, revealing that strangers should not be approached.

"go home."

The blunt words came out of the corner of his mouth, and he turned and left without looking back.

When Fu Shixin came back from the outside, Jiang Zhuo was nowhere to be seen. He asked Secretary Li to find out that Jiang Zhuo had gone home.

He didn't get up immediately to look for someone, but sat at the desk calmly, the fingertips of his right hand kept rubbing the ring on the middle finger of his left.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he needed time, and he would give it to him.

Jiang Zhuo's original intention was to find Feng Wenke, but he changed his mind after seeing Secretary Li.

It was their business after all, and he babbled about them.

The car started and headed home.

Jiang Zhuo's home is outside the second ring road of the imperial capital. The house is a second-hand house, and the community is also an old community from a long time ago.

The house is not big, a typical one-bedroom, two-living single apartment of seventy square meters.

However, in a big city like the imperial capital where every inch of land is expensive, he is already very happy to have a small nest of his own.

The car's radio sounded, and the weather forecaster reminded everyone that there would be a cold snap tonight, a northerly wind of magnitude 4 to 5, and light to heavy rain, but Jiang Zhuo looked into the sky through the glass, and the weather was clear and cloudless. It looks like rain.

Because I left work early to avoid the rush hour, the journey was smooth.

Half an hour later, he arrived at the gate of the community.

A power outage notice was posted on the notice at the gate of the community, and Jiang Zhuo drove by and missed the notice.

The weather changed as it said, Jiang Zhuo just got out of the car and walked into the corridor, when there were dark clouds outside and a northwesterly wind blowing, and it rained heavily soon.

He hurried upstairs before he had time to change his shoes, so he ran to the window and closed all the windows.

The imperial capital is in the north, and even the old campus will have heating.

Jiang Zhuo changed his shoes, glasses and put them on the porch, took off his clothes and put them on the sofa, went back to the bedroom, found a piece of home clothes, and ran to the bathroom to take a shower.

After washing, he had a splitting headache when he saw the clothes on the sofa.

He got up and found several ingredients from the refrigerator, and made a simple dish and soup.

After eating and cleaning, Jiang Zhuo sat on the sofa in a daze. He looked at the suit Fu Shixin wore and the ring he couldn't remove from his finger, his thoughts became more and more confused.

He stubbornly threw the phone on the sofa, because he was sweating from work, and he needed to take a shower again.

The bathroom was filled with mist, and Jiang Zhuo's slender figure was reflected in front of the glass door.

A steady stream of warm water fell down the ends of her hair, onto her neck, shoulders, and in front of her body.

He reached out to wipe off the mist floating on the mirror, and his figure was faintly reflected in the mirror.

The crimson all over his body was like a dazzling rose, born on the snow-white skin, the old and the new, layer upon layer, made Jiang Zhuo hard to talk about.

He picked up the body wash and rubbed and washed vigorously, his delicate snow-white skin became more and more red.

He threw down the bath towel angrily, but at this moment the power suddenly cut off.

The bright and clean room immediately became extremely dim, like a black hole where you can't see your fingers.

Jiang Zhuo tried to adapt to the darkness of the room, hurriedly rinsed off the bath liquid on his body, picked up a towel to cover it, and went to find the cause of the power outage.

The breaker is intact, it doesn't look like it tripped.

When he was about to go back to his room and change his clothes to ask his neighbor why, the window in the living room was blown open by the wind.

The north wind howled, blowing heavy rain into the living room.

He hastily ran to close the window, not wanting to trip over the coffee table and fall to the ground.

A severe pain in his head made him gasp.

The dizziness in his head frightened him, so he had to find his mobile phone and ask his friend Feng Wenke for help

"Is something wrong?"

Feng Wenke's tail dragged on for a long time, his voice was indistinct, and from time to time there was whirling friction sound from the receiver.

Jiang Zhuoyue was getting more and more uncomfortable. He was about to say that he was fine, but Feng Wenke asked, "Speak, what's wrong!"

Jiang Zhuo was very dizzy, so he could only tell him concisely that he fell and hit his head due to a power outage at home.

Feng Wenke immediately sat up from the bed, "You wait, I'll go right away."

He glanced at the person on the bed again, suddenly thought of something, and smiled meaningfully, "Is your key still under the mat at the door?"

"Ah."

"Okay, I'll be there in 10 minutes."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Zhuo reluctantly leaned on the sofa. In the dark, he casually pulled up the clothes beside him to cover his body, closed his eyes and fell asleep vaguely.

The rain outside the window had no intention of stopping, and the half-closed window swayed back and forth with the wind and rain, making disturbing noises.

Jiang Zhuo was lying on the sofa, his head becoming more and more dizzy, but at this moment there was the sound of the door lock turning.

He reluctantly opened his eyes, wanting to greet people, but because he was really uncomfortable, he could only lie down.

He heard the sound of the door opening and closing, and vaguely felt that a beam of light was rapidly approaching him.

"Jiang Zhuo, how are you doing?" The man's anxious voice came to his ears, followed by a wet hand on his.

wrong……

Jiang Zhuo opened his eyes suddenly, and when he saw Fu Shixin's handsome face full of anxiety under the light of the phone, his heart skipped a beat.

How could it be him……

Could it be a hallucination caused by bumping the head?

But why is it him!

Jiang Zhuo closed his eyes guilty, when he opened his eyes again to ask for proof.

Fu Shixin's magnified face was very close to him.

His hair was a bit disheveled, and the tips of his hair were still dripping water. He was wearing a thin white shirt that didn't match the winter.

The collar of the shirt is mostly exposed, and the shirt is also mostly wet.

He looked at himself, his eyes covered by the broken hair on his forehead were like a sea of ​​stars, even in a dim room, they still shone brightly.

Jiang Zhuo was stunned for a moment, unable to move away from his eyes.

Fu Shixin frowned and pursed his lips slightly. Seeing that Jiang Zhuo didn't respond, he stretched out his right hand holding the mobile phone to reach behind Jiang Zhuo's soft waist. Hug up.

"I'll take you to the hospital." A deep voice rang in his ear, pulling Jiang Zhuo back.

Fu Shixin's hands were attached to his waist, burning his skin like a branding iron.

The clear breath on his body rushed towards his face, and Jiang Zhuo couldn't help but blush.

He hesitated for a moment, pulled Fu Shixin's half-wet clothes with his hands, and said:

"I... I have no clothes on."

Only then did Fu Shixin notice the only towel on Jiang Zhuo's body.

He struggled to look away from him, he admitted that the unclothed Jiang Zhuo was too tempting, he could even feel the changes in his body.

"Where's the bedroom?"

Jiang Zhuo pointed at Fu Shixin's back.

"Hold the phone."

Jiang Zhuo obeyed obediently because of his dizziness.

Fu Shixin walked steadily towards the bedroom with Jiang Zhuo in his arms, and he could feel his vigorous heartbeat every step he took.

He was holding the phone and his body was tense.

Fu Shixin put him on the bed, his eyes were extremely gentle, "How are you doing now? Get dressed and I'll take you to the hospital."

He took the phone and looked for clothes in Jiang Zhuo's closet.

Jiang Zhuo's closet was clean and tidy, and he quickly found the clothes Jiang Zhuo needed to wear in it.

Jiang Zhuo wanted to get up and get dressed, but he yelled at him, "Don't move."

The dizziness hit again, Jiang Zhuo gave up struggling, and simply closed his eyes and followed Fu Shixin away.

The way he dresses is very light and gentle, and he will be very careful to avoid touching when helping him to dress, and it doesn't make him feel uncomfortable at all.

If it wasn't for Jiang Zhuo's sober rationality to tell him no, he would really fall for his tenderness at a certain moment.

Fu Shixin put the phone in Jiang Zhuo's hand, casually took out Jiang Zhuo's coat from the closet, covered Jiang Zhuo's head with the person and left.

The rain outside had no intention of stopping, so Fu Shixin, who was wearing thin clothes, carried Jiang Zhuo steadily into the rain, opened the car door, and put him carefully on the back seat of the car.

"Be patient."

Fu Shixin left a sentence and ran to the driver's seat, driving towards the hospital.

An hour later, Jiang Zhuo was lying in the ward of the observation room. He was kept under observation for a night because of a slight concussion. If nothing happened overnight, he could be discharged from the hospital.

Jiang Zhuo was lying on the bed thinking about helping him take pictures of Fu Shixin who was running around, feeling a little guilty in his heart.

"Do you want to sleep for a while?" Fu Shixin sat beside Jiang Zhuo's bed, looking at the person lying on the bed with unusually soft eyes.

Jiang Zhuo noticed that he was still wearing that soaked shirt, and couldn't bear it, "Go back."

"Go to sleep, I will stay with you."

"Your clothes." It was rare for Jiang Zhuo not to show his face, and pointed to his clothes.

"Go back, be careful of catching a cold."

Fu Shixin got up suddenly, leaned over, and was only a hair away from Jiang Zhuo's face.

His lips curled up slightly, and there was a hint of playfulness in his eyes, "Why, do you feel sorry for me?"

really

How could he have compassion for him.

Jiang Zhuo put away his anxiety speechlessly, pulled up the quilt to cover his face, and stopped talking to Fu Shixin.

The warm and light touch gently rolled on Jiang Zhuo's lips, and the familiar mint breath entered along the corners of his lips, and his lips and teeth touched each other, making him, who was hazy in consciousness, enjoy the tenderness on his lips.

Gradually, the breathing of the two became entangled, and Jiang Zhuo suddenly opened his eyes with the sound of "You have feelings for me".

Fu Shixin closed his eyes slightly, his thick eyelashes cast shadows lightly on his eyes, perhaps because he hadn't had a good rest all night, a faint blue color appeared in his eyes.

He ecstatically indulged in the kiss with him, his lips moved down, and when he touched Jiang Zhuo's Adam's apple, Jiang Zhuo pushed him away violently.

"Are you awake?" Fu Shixin licked the corner of his lips eagerly, and a cunning flashed across his deep eyes.

"How do you feel?" He reached out to touch Jiang Zhuo's forehead, but Jiang Zhuo ruthlessly stretched out his hand and hit him down.

Jiang Zhuo's face was flushed because of him, and he still has a charming charm that makes me feel pitiful even without glasses.

Noticing Fu Shixin's scorching and ambiguous eyes, he looked at him with a livid face, and saw that he was still wearing the shirt from last night, and the ruthlessness that came out of his mouth was replaced.

He sighed helplessly, raised his hand and rubbed between his brows, "Thank you, Fu Shixin, but we are really not suitable."