After teasing the object of revenge, the car overturned

After going back at night, lying on the bed, Miao Geng opened the dialog box, thinking about what message to send to Zhao Tinghe, so that there is a high probability of getting Zhao Tinghe to reply. If he directly asked him if he was sick, even if Zhao Tinghe replied, he would definitely have a cold one. Um", if you ask him what he is doing, then the designation is not to reply. If you send him an emoji, he may just reply politely.

At this moment, Miao Geng felt a kind of unknown fear. In the past, Zhao Tinghe did not reply to his messages. At that time, Miao Geng thought that it would be good to coax Zhao Tinghe, but now it is different. , I was afraid that I would become the kind of person Zhao Tinghe hated.

Although to a large extent, Zhao Tinghe has given up hope for him.

This feeling is uncomfortable, staring at the dialog box in a room with no lights on, the time passes by, it is already 55:[-], and Zhao Tinghe will go to bed if he does not send, and he will definitely not reply when he wakes up the next morning. But what are you going to send?

Miao Geng held the phone in his hand and felt extremely anxious.

At exactly eleven o'clock, Miao Geng told himself not to be indecisive, but to take the initiative to send a message. After a long time, he sent a sighing expression.After sending, Miao Geng immediately turned off the screen of the phone, and began to struggle psychologically again, what if Zhao Tinghe didn't reply?What would he say if he replied?

Miao Geng even thought, if Zhao Tinghe replied to my message, he would be full of energy tomorrow, and then he could do rehabilitation training well, and maybe he could ask Zhao Tinghe to have a meal. Take your time, the relationship will always break the ice. It will ease, and it will always return to the past, right?

Just immersed in this fantasy, Miao Geng fell asleep contentedly.

He also had a dream. He dreamed that he was reconciled. He went to see Zhao Tinghe's parents, and then settled the marriage. What's for dinner tonight?"

What's for dinner tonight?Miao Geng woke up suddenly from a dream, his stomach was croaking with hunger, he turned on his phone and saw that it was eight past four in the morning, and he opened WeChat with a nervous heart, only to find that Zhao Tinghe hadn't replied at all.

Miao Geng seemed to have been splashed with a basin of cold water, drenched from head to toe. The clammy feeling wrapped him tighter and tighter, as if it was touching his heart. His blood was no longer boiling, and his body was pulled out bit by bit. In the sky, the soul wanders in the dark night, like a lonely ghost.

Facts are always unacceptable, because Miao Geng had thought of this kind of result before, and when he got up the next morning, Miao Geng was a good man, and he would not give up until the last moment. He and Zhao Tinghe were far from the last step.

Have to think of a new way.

Miao Geng came to the consultation room with dark circles under his eyes, and sat in front of Lao Mai with a tired face, and rarely took the initiative to speak: "Old Mai, I haven't slept very well recently."

"I thought it was because you guys played too crazy last night." Lao Mai was fiddling with the tangled wires on the instrument, looked up at Miao Geng, and said, "Anxious?"

"Trapped by love." Miao Geng replied truthfully.

He also needs a window to vent. Only by pouring out the garbage in his heart bit by bit, can fresh blood enter and execute emotions more efficiently.

"Really? I saw that you had a good time with Guoguo and the others yesterday." Lao Mai stopped what he was doing, and looked at Miao Geng with his head tilted and his chin resting.

I have to say that Lao Mai is a cute little old man.

"After being happy, you always face a huge loss, so I suffered from insomnia last night." Miao Geng's eyes were erratic, and he was considering whether to tell Lao Mai about his relationship with Zhao Tinghe. "Do you know Zhao Tinghe from Guoguo's studio?"

The coffee cup that Lao Mai had just picked up was shaken, and the brown liquid ran down the edge of the cup a little bit. Miao Geng tore a piece of paper and handed it to Lao Mai.

"I know. I often deal with athletes. I know a little about people in the sports world, but that's all I know about him. It's all from the news." At Lao Mai's age, it is very important for young people to make decisions. To be inclusive, he will not comment on why Zhao Tinghe gave up his sports career and devoted himself to being a niche fragrance.

Miao Geng smiled, and then said in a very light tone: "So you also know about my coming out?"

"I know, I know, but what does it have to do with Zhao Tinghe?" Lao Mai asked.

Miao Geng stopped talking, he knew that this was Lao Mai trying to trick him, which one of Miao Zhengxing's friends was not very shrewd. "Can I try fragrances for insomnia? I read that many people on the Internet say that certain fragrances help sleep."

"It's okay." This time, Lao Mai started laughing, and the young man's mind always seemed rational and childish.

But it's just a little bit cute.

On the point of pursuing Zhao Tinghe, Miao Geng has always been an activist, even when he didn't have much sincerity before, let alone now.

He first contacted Guoguo on WeChat, and asked him about fragrances that help sleep. Guoguo became serious at this time, and introduced a lot to Miao Geng, but in the end he said that Miao Geng should come to work by himself Room, scent is very personal, one is honey and the other is arsenic.

On the afternoon when I went to Guoguo’s studio, Miao Geng sat in front of his closet and chose clothes for a long time. He always felt that no outfit was perfect for him. Which one is whichever one, and there is no need to worry whether Zhao Tinghe will not like it.

Really enlightened.

In the end, Miao Geng chose a dress that he had worn when he and Zhao Tinghe went on a trip. After putting it on, Miao Geng realized that the cuffs were a bit short.

Before Miao Geng arrived at the studio, he sent a WeChat message to Guoguo in advance. Unexpectedly, Guoguo let him go temporarily. Something happened at the fragrance exhibition and he needed to go to support him.

Originally, Miao Geng thought, if Guoguo is not here, then he should go home by himself. The other people in the studio are not familiar with him, and besides, he has ulterior motives.

But Guoguo is so considerate. He was not here. To express his apology, he said that he had begged Brother Shui for a long time to let Brother Shui receive him.

Miao Geng was in a daze for two seconds, chatted with Guoguo a few more words, hung up the phone, excited and nervous.

It was at this time that Miao Geng realized that when he really likes someone, he is always flustered and trembling, his brain can't even be absolutely rational, and even if he takes every step carefully, he will have all kinds of worries.

So what was it before?It used to be a strange possessive desire for the body.

What now?Now I want to have a sense of participation in every ordinary and ordinary day of his life.

"Miao Geng." Zhao Tinghe shouted.

Miao Geng turned his head, and through the glass door, he could clearly see Zhao Tinghe's micro-expression. He seemed to be a little impatient, and looked tugging, just like the first time they met in the toilet of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

It's windy and a little cold.

Miao Geng rubbed his hands and strode into the store.

From now on, from now on, every moment is to be cherished.