I see myself

Fang Zhan's expression is calm, and his heart is also calm.

He used to think that he would be entangled with Ruan Luo for the rest of his life, with no results, he felt guilty, and finally watched him get married and start a business, so that he could relax and spend the rest of his life alone.

But the fact is, compared to the commonplace talk about Ruan Luo, he is more concerned about how Jiang Yansheng negotiated with his partner one step ahead.

Blowing his hair until it was half-dry with a hair dryer, Fang Zhan held his mobile phone in one hand, and took a bottle of wine from the small refrigerator at the door with the other, and put a cup between his fingers on the tea table in front of the window.

The wine was poured into the glass, his fingertips slid across the screen, and he sat on the chair to reopen the circle of friends of the undergraduate mentor.

There are only a few scattered messages, and all messages from half a year ago have been set permissions and cannot be viewed.

He looked at the time and sent a message

——Miss Liu, are you asleep?

After a long time, there is still no reply.

The wall of the cup was gradually covered with a layer of water droplets due to the temperature change, and the cold liquid entered the throat from the mouth, diluting the chest tightness after taking a shower.

He was thinking about the circle of friends that he ignored when he and Jiang Yan Shengmo didn't know each other, with only three words "it's a pity".

What is the teacher regretting?

Is Jiang Yansheng really worthless and hated by everyone?

He was gradually lost in thought, and his thoughts drifted away to his own appearance reflected in the glass.

Feel strange for a while, and feel dull.

External objects around him bless him with an aura, and finally these auras merge with himself. For example, Jiang Yansheng's love for him may be because he was aroused by his initial affirmation, or because he was seduced by his later rejection. He has a desire to challenge, and the premise of everything is because he is the Fang Zhan of the Keno Fund.

That's why he was able to fall into the eyes of his mentor and Jiang Qi.

But what if he had nothing, what if he was the same Fang Zhan who used to be nervous when talking to strangers, who had nothing but grades, and even the teacher complained about being a freak behind his back.

Fang Zhan became a little more sober when the password unlocking notification sounded from behind.

It's a little funny, and I doubt myself.

Jiang Yansheng's ears turned red from the cold, he took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, and changed his shoes, seeing the eyes of the person by the window light up,

"Why are you drinking alone?"

Then he untied the belt naturally, walked over quickly and pecked Fang Zhan on the forehead,

"If I had known you would come back so early today, I wouldn't have gone out."

The airflow in the room swirls, and the standard hotel suite is also injected with vitality and becomes lively.

Fang Zhan clenched his cold hand, and was about to say something with a smile, but suddenly saw the hickey covered by the V-neck sweater when he lowered his head.

With dim eyes, just asking,

"Drink a lot?"

Jiang Yansheng put his cuff on the tip of his nose and smelled it, then smiled,

"It's the smell of tobacco and alcohol on someone else's body. Wait for me to take it, and I'll take a shower first."

He was in a good mood, and without knowing anything, he took a quick shower while playing the music. When he wrapped the towel around his waist and brushed his teeth, he discovered the red bruise under his collarbone.

Rub it with your hands and it becomes more obvious.

"..."

Damn it, why didn't I smash that man to death with a wine bottle when he rushed towards him.

He paced around in place, recalling Fang Zhan's reaction frame by frame like a scumbag who cheated on him and was almost caught. He couldn't tell whether the people outside had seen it or not.

He paused, glanced at the trace in the mirror, and then at the bath towel beside him.

Suddenly, he came up with a brilliant idea.

So I reached out, thinking that as long as I made similar marks next to me, I could pretend that they were rubbed out too hard to tide over the difficulties.

Ten seconds later—

The two imprints that looked like hickeys lay side by side, and he suspected that he was an idiot.

...

The door of the bathroom was opened, and after calming down, the little young master glanced out, and found that the person had already entered the bedroom, so he rummaged in the cabinet just after entering the door, to see if there was any urgently needed Band-Aid.

The drawer was opened and closed without deliberate effort.

Cheng Lian's pills collided together and made a rattling sound, and there was a knock on the door, but he was so frightened that his hands shook and he almost couldn't breathe.

Fang Zhan walked out of the room and glanced at him,

"What are you looking for?"

In the past, the man with his neckline open and wishing to show off his figure three times a day stood up tightly covered, with a Band-Aid in his hand, and asked,

"Did you order room service?"

Fang Zhan had already opened the door when he asked.

The waiter greeted politely in English, transferred the food on the tray to the table in the living room, Fang Zhan turned around not paying much attention,

"Stomach is a bit uncomfortable."

When I came back in the evening, I was already too hungry, so I didn't think about supplementing food. As a result, I felt more and more uncomfortable after lying on the bed.

It can be regarded as a habit. When it is not serious, just drink a cup of hot chocolate or milk, and stop feeling hungry before going to bed.

Jiang Yansheng was not satisfied with his calmness, turned around and took out the medicine box from the unclosed drawer, frowning,

"What's the matter with you, didn't I ask Wang Yan to help you bring fast food, you can't even squeeze out the time in the car, and you've been hungry for another day?"

The medicine box was written in German, and he tried several times to scan the name one by one, but he could not translate the chemical terms on it.

Fang Zhan looked at his empty palm,

"You are hurt?"

The young master's aggressive arrogance disappeared instantly,

"No, I'm just—no, I'm hurt..."

Seeing him hesitating, Fang Zhan spoke mercilessly,

"Used to cover hickey?"

Jiang Yansheng froze for a moment at first, then he was suddenly discouraged when he saw his plain expression as if he was asking what's for dinner.

He felt that his panic just now was like a clown, and he only sang a one-man show that only one person cared about.

So he hooked the corners of his mouth, simply pulled out his clothes belt, opened the bathrobe and walked to the dining table, pretending to explain nonchalantly,

"Bite by a dog without eyes."

Fang Zhan raised his eyebrows, but remained silent.

One person cleaned up the beef and bread in a slow manner, and the other person sat opposite with his arms folded, his expression getting more and more serious.

After drinking the last bit of hot cocoa, Fang Zhan wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin, and when he got up, he inevitably saw the open neckline of the person opposite him.

He paused, and stayed for a few seconds at the trace that didn't exist at all just now.

Then, I really didn't want to admit it, and felt that he might have gotten the brain circuit of this young master.

A smile flashed in his eyes, and he sat back under the gaze of the person opposite, thought about it, and mentioned it as if he was very concerned,

"I heard something today."

Jiang Yansheng stared at the floor lamp in the corner, thinking about how to trick someone into bed later.

"Say you also chased someone when you were in college."

Jiang Yansheng finally moved his body and turned his head.

"That person didn't agree to associate with you, but after you gave up, he eagerly approached him again. In the end, you fell asleep and kicked him out."

Jiang Yansheng's face was serious, as if what he heard was not his past love history, but a national event, then Fang Zhan laughed,

"If I hadn't agreed at the time, how long would you have persisted before giving up?"

Jiang Yansheng was stunned,

"How could you..."

Why do you think so?

When Fang Zhan mentioned that he had chased someone, he remembered who it was. It wasn't that he liked it too much, but that he had chased two people since he was so old. One was because of a bet, and the other was Fang Zhan.

Of course he couldn't say something like betting that sounded tainted, so he focused on explaining,

"I haven't slept with him. He just wanted to borrow money. I gave him the money and explained that chasing him before was a misunderstanding and I sent him away."

Fang Zhan: "..." He didn't expect this direction.

It is undeniable that even if he deliberately used this matter to coax Jiang Yansheng, he still believed Ruan Luo's words.

He looked at Jiang Yansheng, acting out the trick with a strange expression,

"Then why does he have a fever?"

Jiang Yansheng was puzzled,

"how could I know?"

Then he frowned and thought, recalling the scene at that time, but he couldn't remember the details for too long, so he turned to racking his brains to figure out how to make Fang Zhan believe him,

"How can you compare yourself with him? I don't care about you enough..."

Then in a flash of inspiration,

"Why do you suddenly care about this kind of thing?"

Fang Zhan couldn't bear to watch him being stupid in front of him, so he stood up and interrupted him,

"Didn't you get bitten by a dog? Treat the wound and talk to me."

Jiang Yansheng seemed to have figured out something because of his avoidance, so he pretended to be a little tail with a smile on his face, and followed from the living room to the bedroom.

Seeing Fang Zhan leaning against the bedside and holding a paper book, he lay down beside him again and asked with a smile,

"Why don't you look at me?"

While talking, she leaned forward and pecked at Fang Zhan's finger on the page to make fun of him,

"How about I tell you a story."

Fang Zhan couldn't bear his obsession, and his face was about to lose his expression, but he still remembered the thing he wanted to ask the most.

"there's one more thing."

Jiang Yansheng paused and said in a low voice,

"Why don't I tell the story first, and then you."

Fang Zhan was confident: "Heh...because I'm in a bad mood."

Jiang Yansheng, who was clearly hinted at, settled down,

"Is it related to me again?"

Fang Zhan turned a page of the paper book and said ambiguously:

"Someone asked me to say hello to you on his behalf."

It could be a cooperative team, or it could be Ruan Luo's father.

He didn't want to have a confrontation with Jiang Yansheng, and it was up to the young master whether he would admit it or not.

Hearing this, Jiang Yansheng slowly sat up,

"Have you seen Chris?"

I really can't think of any idiot who can do such superfluous things. After asking, he immediately guessed what happened.

"He was someone I met when I was living in Germany. When I saw the documents on your desk that day, I just said hello, but I didn't expect it to work."

Fang Zhan laughed,

"yes."

He didn't bring the corporate documents back to the hotel at all.

The two looked at each other for a while, the young master finally faced up to what was wrong with him, and took the lead to look away,

"You don't like me helping you?"

At this moment, Fang Zhan noticed the similarity between the two.

It's just that he will think up his explanation in advance, and he won't explain it full of flaws like the young master at this time, nor will he avoid the topic and pretend to be wronged.

Several possibilities flashed through my mind, and I pressed my thumb against the corner of the mouth of the person in front of me, and slowly smiled,

"how come..."

The young master has been staring at his expression, without staggering the slightest bit, seeing him smiling at this time, regardless of whether he is sincere or not, he knows from the bottom of his heart that this topic can come to an end, so he leans forward before he finishes speaking, and bites him sideways. fingertips, laughing,

"Is it my turn to tell a story?"

Fang Zhan touched the tip of his nose with his fingertips.

Jiang Yansheng's smile grew stronger, he propped up his upper body, reached for the switch next to the bed cabinet, and pressed it with his hand, leaving only a little light from the entrance,

"Once upon a time there was an old lady..."

As he spoke, he moved his hand up slowly,

"She was doing puzzles alone in the winter cabin..."

Fang Zhan, who was waiting to see what he was planning, felt that something was wrong, so he couldn't maintain his gentle expression.

"wait."

"She worked hard and found out..."

"Damn it, Jiang Yansheng."

Jiang Yansheng's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, he stopped him from trying to escape, and insisted on whispering in his ear,

"I found the scene in the puzzle..."

Before he finished speaking, Fang Zhan turned over and pressed him under him, gagging his mouth.

The author has something to say: Fang·Coaxing others by pretending to be jealous·Exhibition

/Jiang Relying on ghost stories to achieve goals·Yan Sheng

(The full version of the story is the hot guy in the Dead Poets Society. The old lady finally finished the puzzle and found that the picture on the puzzle was her own room, and then there was a human face on the window. Thinking carefully about my childhood shadow...

(Also about the embarrassment...I think of the way I used to die in the past, that is, I used to make a funpee sound with my mouth when I was doing a question, and then I would make a similar sound with my mouth to prove that I don't have funpee movement... cover your face.jpg