On the daily life of nemesis

When Pang Zhen just went out, he raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, then gently closed the door.

It's almost four o'clock in the morning, and I'm afraid it will be dawn in a while.

Just at this moment, the mobile phone in the pocket of the suit vibrated suddenly. He took out the mobile phone and subconsciously glanced at the display screen. It turned out that it was Xiao Ji. He happened to be calling her too, but she called At that time, since she called first, it happened to kill two birds with one stone.

Just as he was thinking about it, he swiped the green answer button with his index finger, and a crisp voice came from the other end of the phone soon.

"Little Brother Pang..." The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be hindered by something, and suddenly fell silent in the middle of speaking.

Pang Zhen also guessed one or two of them, and he is probably the only one who can make Xiao Ji so concerned.

"Xiao Ji? What you want to talk about is about Zhu Quan?" Pang Zhen suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, then walked slowly to the side of the cobblestone road, and when he reached the hollowed-out gate, he suddenly stopped in his tracks Then he raised his eyes to look at the opposite villa, as if he was thinking, but also seemed to be guessing something.

"Sure enough, I can't hide anything from you. In the library today, a family member was so emotional that he accidentally injured the curator. I wanted to send him home, but he declined... he... Are you okay?" Listening to Xiao Ji's cautious and probing tone on the phone, Pang Zhen smiled suddenly. He is young after all, at least he still has the persistence and relentless urge to treat love, but he himself is a little unsure. The old man is satisfied, or maybe what he is pursuing is just a state of balance of coexistence. After all, he has persisted for more than ten years. Even if the original intention has not been shaken, he is a little tired after not getting his response for a long time. Even Pang Zhen himself didn't know about his wishful thinking or crashed into the south wall alone, but he really complied with the old saying that the authorities are obsessed and the bystanders are clear.

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay, he's home safely now, don't worry too much, but his back injury is not serious, he needs to rest for a day, I'll take a leave of absence for him, you tell the people below. "Pang Zhen said with a light smile, for some reason, there was always some inexplicable worry in his heart.

When Xiao Ji heard this, he quickly said hello and was about to hang up the phone, but Pang Zhen suddenly said another word.

"If you are a young person, you are really energetic. As the saying goes, you can be motivated if you have obsession, but it's so late, it's time to rest."

Pang Zhen's words seemed plain and simple, but in fact they concealed a deep meaning. He always had something to say, but he didn't understand it. Whether he could understand it or not depended on her understanding.

Just one sentence made her unable to regain consciousness for a long time, as if someone had figured it out, she felt a little embarrassed.

"Oh... oh... then I'll rest first, Miss Pang, you should rest earlier too."

When the electronic tone of "Didi" came from the other end of the phone, Pang Zhen smiled lightly and shook his head helplessly. In fact, he knew that Xiao Ji would find a reason to prevaricate this topic, but he really didn't expect it. She was able to hang up so quickly, maybe he should be secretly grateful for the fact that he asked for leave just now, thankfully, it was too early, if it was too late, it really wouldn't have happened.

Xiao Ji didn't expect that Pang Zhen would make a surprise attack on her, so she was a little caught off guard, so she found an excuse and evaded the words, and then quickly pressed the red hang up button, watching The slightly shiny home screen wallpaper on the screen suddenly let out a sigh of relief, and then leaned back on the back of the chair and fell into deep thought.

After Pang Zhen put his mobile phone in his suit lining pocket, he raised his hand and pulled the door to both sides. After pressing the electronic key in his hand, he opened the car door and stepped into the car. He just pulled the seat belt beside him to his body. When the side was buckled in, when I looked up, I suddenly saw a crystal car fragrance placed on the seat on the right side of the steering wheel. It seemed to be a custom-made style. It was still a familiar brand and a familiar fragrance, but the name on it was different. Changing his own to that person's, Pang Zhen suddenly stretched out his hand to caress the small perfume bottle, gently rubbing the small row of English letters engraved on the bottom of the perfume bottle with his fingertips, and Shao Qian also carved a row of English letters at the end of the name. The small letter encouragement, encouragement, unconsciously, the corners of the lips are slightly curved, and the corners of the eyes are full of smiles,

Maybe just like that fragrance bottle, encouragement, yes, whether it was 11 years ago or 11 years later, his only attachment is Shaoqian, which has never changed, that is the person he has always loved deeply, just as As the old saying goes, how many 11 years do you have in your life if you keep your loved one in your heart for a long time but not in your mouth?Since you have persisted for so long, why give up so easily?

Pang Zhen has always been a persistent person, and it can be said that there are very few people who can catch his eyes. Among thousands of people, he can hold the hand of that person accurately and unmistakably, but if it is someone else, I am afraid that it is himself. Not sure, if you ask why, you can only say two words, "familiarity" is because you are so familiar with each other, so that Pang Zhen can completely grasp the other party's mind, the other party's weakness, or even a movement, a look , From these tiny body language, he can quickly capture the other person's mind. It takes a long time, so why worry that he won't be moved by himself?escape?It doesn't exist at all, it doesn't matter whether he is thoughtful or arrogant, for him, perhaps the most precious and untouchable softness on the tip of his heart is probably only that person.

He really had that ability. Thinking of this, Pang Zhen withdrew his hand, put his hands on the top of the steering wheel and turned on the turn signal, and drove east.

A night of hangover made Xiang Shaoqian's head burst into pain. How long has it been since he touched alcohol?How long has it been since I smelled this pungent but intoxicating smell?Looking at the boiling bubbles in the cup, it seems that the foam is fleeting, the water foam in the sea is covered in the gravel and only stays for a moment, and the little stars in the wheat field are just the light that fireflies bestow on human beings to illuminate the night, suddenly shining through the cup Only in the reflection can one see a silhouette with its own color.

What the fingertips touch is a cold liquid, without any warmth, only the residual warmth of the lips is left, and the bitterness in it is only felt when the strong wine enters the throat. Tobacco burns the throat and alcohol burns the stomach. Of the two, Xiang Shaoqian would choose the latter, not for any reason, but he has never been exposed to tobacco, and he doesn't even like the taste of nicotine. On the contrary, he thinks that spirits are more suitable for him, maybe only once in half a year. , maybe only in the loneliest and most vulnerable time in the middle of the night, he will indulge briefly, and only for a moment will he allow himself to expose his most vulnerable side.

#####The deputy cp Pangqian combination has appeared, and the opponent is also very strong.