divorce?Think beautifully!

City M.

Chu Heng traveled for a long time, connected for many days, and finally returned to his country and landed.

The news had already been sent to Zhuang Zihao, and Zhuang Zihao was very kind enough to come over to pick up the plane himself.

"Brother, how many hours is your plane late?"

Zhuang Zihao helped him put his luggage in the trunk, tapped his watch, and chuckled, "I'm almost starving to death."

Chu Heng rolled his big eyes, opened the co-pilot's door and sat in, yawned, "Let's go! Treat you to dinner."

Zhuang Zihao glanced at him before he was satisfied, "It's more or less the same."

It has been snowing in M ​​City recently, and the ground is paved with a thick layer. The Chinese New Year is only a few days away, and the streets are bustling with life.

Zhuang Zihao coughed intermittently while driving, Chu Heng had only been in the car for 10 minutes, and he never stopped.

A heart gradually sank.

It seems that the news is not fake, and the medical records are not fake. Fortunately, Rick... he tried his best to save him, but he can only live or die.

"Zihao."

Chu Heng's voice tightened, and he tentatively said, "Rick is not dead yet."

Zhuang Zihao paused, then turned around abruptly, with a look of astonishment on his face, "What... what?"

Not dead?

Leaning on Chu Heng's wrist, this is almost impossible. Zhuang Zihao calmed down quickly after being surprised, "Is there something unexpected? Or is there some trouble? If there is anything I can help, just ask, "

Chu Heng shook his head: "I'll talk about it later, I'll take a nap, I'm really sleepy."

"Ah."

Zhuang Zihao frowned and concentrated on driving.

The heater in the car was fully turned on. Chu Heng was wearing a cashmere coat and felt a little hot. He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. After a while, he quietly opened his eyelids and looked carefully at Zhuang Zihao.

He was wearing a heavy down jacket, but he still shivered a little from the cold. Inside was a thin black sweater, and the wrist holding the steering wheel was thin and lonely, obviously unhealthy.

Especially seeing him this time, it can be seen that his complexion is not very good, and he doesn't want to...be the same as before.

Chu Heng's heart trembled violently.

Zhuang Zihao's low cough kept lingering in his ears, intermittently, and he could hear it, he was trying his best to suppress it, for fear of shocking himself, but Chu Heng didn't point it out, his breath was long, pretending to be sleeping soundly.

Judging from Zhuang Zihao's attitude just now, he still hasn't let go, and...he has a deep obsession.

Same as Fang Yan.

He felt a little worried, and really couldn't figure it out in his heart, why should he live in the past?For some things, too long has passed, and the person who is trapped... can only be myself.

And those close relatives who go to another world must not want to see such a scene.

How could they not understand?

Those obsessions in their hearts for their loved ones, but if they are really known by their loved ones, they must be heartbroken.

So, they have been struggling for so many years, and what are they insisting on?

Chu Heng closed his eyes, thinking about it, and actually fell asleep.

When they were woken up by Zhuang Zihao, they had already parked outside a hot pot restaurant.

"Let's go!"

Zhuang Zihao unbuckled his seat belt, "Let's have a drink or two, and I'll call a substitute driver later."

"Eat hot pot?"

Chu Heng rubbed his eyes sleepily, looked at the lights of Wanjia outside, and muttered: "I don't want to drink..."

"how?"

Zhuang Zihao turned his head to look at him.

Chu Heng looked half awake, and said nonsense without changing his face: "It affects judgment and emotions. There are many things recently, so we have to stay awake at all times. We will talk about it after this year."

"cut!"

The guy is having another convulsion.

Zhuang Zihao shook his head helplessly, he was already used to his off-kilter appearance, and replied while getting out of the car, "Then I'll drink, you drive."

Chu Heng patted his drowsy head and got out of the car yawning, but as soon as he opened the car door, he was shocked by the cold wind blowing on his face, "Hey! Why is it so cold at home? Hey...frozen to death I'm freezing to death!"

He wrapped the cashmere coat tightly around his body, huddled, and ran quickly into the store, his short boots creaking as they stepped on the snow.

"Oh my god! Come here quickly! It's so cold outside, come in, come in!"

Zhuang Zihao shook his head, chuckled and followed.

But when this guy stays together, he always has endless happiness. It's a pity that he stays abroad all year round and doesn't have much time to come back.

Otherwise...he might die laughing at this guy every day.

The two sat down, Chu Heng stroked his flat belly, held the menu, and ordered.

"This, this, this, this...all here."

After he ordered, he handed the menu to Zhuang Zihao: "Look at what you eat."

The corners of Zhuang Zihao's mouth twitched slightly, "You have already ordered a table full of Chinese people, what do you want me to see? Can you eat it?"

Having said that, he took it and ordered a bottle of wine.

Chu Xiaoheng shook his head, his face full of dissatisfaction: "Isn't this my treat? Of course you can't dig and search."

While waiting for the food, he ate some snacks, rested his chin, and looked at Zhuang Zihao carefully: "Brother, tell me...how many years have we known each other?"

Speaking of which, their acquaintance was also extremely dramatic. The boys were naughty when they were children, and most of them didn't know each other without fighting. Thinking about it now, I just feel embarrassed.

"How many years?" Zhuang Zihao was stunned by this question, "Don't tell me... I really don't remember much."

When they were young, they often played together, and developed an extraordinary tacit understanding, so that even in the following many years, Chu Heng lived abroad, the two of them got together less often, and their relationship was never weakened by distance and time.

It has to be said that both of them admit that they are the best partners for each other, no matter what they do.

Full of tacit understanding and close cooperation.

"Do you believe me?"

After hesitating for a long time, Chu Heng asked this sentence.

Zhuang Zihao coughed lightly. Hearing this, his eyes were full of surprise, he tilted his head and took the wine handed by the waiter, opened it and filled it himself.

"Aren't you talking nonsense? In this world, if I don't even trust you, who else can I trust?"

He shook the wine bottle in his hand and raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you have a drink?"

Chu Heng shook his head, his whole body relaxed, leaning on the back of the sofa, full of melancholy: "I won't come, I will drive you back later."

Zhuang Zihao didn't insist, he politely declined the waiter's service, and began to put meat and vegetables into the hot pot.

Hot air rose up, blocking the distance between the two of them, blurring their vision.

Chu Heng was silent, staring at the boiling soup in front of him in a daze.

Zhuang Zihao finally realized something was wrong.

"What happened to you?"

He put down his chopsticks, and looked up seriously, "What's the matter...you're so annoying, can't even I say it?"