After being coveted by old men for many years, I quit

Why did he come to this point? Zhou Cheng was already unable to think deeply about it, and couldn't get to the bottom of it.

Fate made him walk on this road, so he could only go forward step by step, even though the road ahead was full of thorns, which cut him to pieces and left him with many scars.

And he was suffering like this.

"Zhou Cheng."

A pair of warm hands pressed on the shoulders with slight strength, and the boy's soft and shallow voice also fell down.

Zhou Cheng raised his head, staring blankly at his handsome face.

"If you don't want to tell me, I won't ask." Jiang Fan looked at the loneliness revealed in his confused expression, his heart seemed to be pricked by the tip of a needle, and his tone became softer, "I believe in you, no matter what the truth is. In the same way, I will always believe in you, I always know what kind of person you are, just like you know, I will not treat you differently because of these things, right? "

Zhou Cheng looked at him for a while, then reluctantly nodded.

He knew that Jiang Fan said so much to comfort him.

Because he didn't want to talk about it himself, he put the matter on the shelf according to his wishes, and no one would touch it or mention it again.

And give him a reassuring response—even if it is true, their relationship will not change in the slightest, and he will treat him as a friend like before.

This is indeed the best way out of the current situation, and it is also what he longs for in order to refuse to confess.

But he didn't feel a little bit happy, or even a little bit relaxed.

"Jiang Fan," Zhou Cheng stared at the face in front of him, opened and closed his lips several times, but finally uttered only three words, "Thank you."

Jiang Fan smiled warmly like the winter sun on his lips, and patted his shoulder lightly, "Good buddy, thank you for what you say."

He paused, thinking of something, the smile on the corner of his mouth retracted, and his tone became serious again, "But if you have any difficulties in the future, if you treat me as a buddy, just tell me, whether I can help or not That's the second thing, one more person and one more brain is better than thinking about it yourself, you know?"

Zhou Cheng looked at him, his face froze for a moment.

It's not a big deal, just listening to him speak in this tone...it reminds him of He Xiao suddenly.

Seeing his complexion change slightly, Jiang Fan also noticed that his tone just now seemed to be a little more obvious, his eyes flickered, he couldn't help standing up straight, coughed twice, shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "It's getting late, you Have you had dinner?"

Zhou Cheng's distracted thoughts were quickly taken away by his words. He remembered that he had toiled to this point, and he hadn't had time to eat dinner. If it was a little later, the cafeteria would probably be closed.

He shook his head, turned around to open the cabinet, and put the clothes back, "Not yet, the second canteen should not be closed yet, right?"

"What do you want to eat?" Jiang Fan looked at the back of his head, his tense expression showed a little uneasiness at this moment, "I haven't eaten yet, you can take a bath if you want to, and I'll bring it back for you."

Zhou Cheng put away his clothes and turned around, "Then let's go together, I want to eat noodles, it will be too stuffy when I pack it up."

The second canteen is some distance away from the dormitory, so it must have been muddy when I packed it up.

Jiang Fan nodded and didn't say anything else, looking at his delicate and delicate features, his face was slightly hot.

Huyueju.

After He Xiao was busy with a bidding contract in hand, he subconsciously glanced at the retro clock on the wall.

Seeing the pointer on it pointing brightly at [-]:[-], and her fingers falling from her forehead, her brows frowned slightly.

He glanced at the mobile phone that he had casually put aside because of work. The black screen was clean, and it hadn't turned on or made any sound since he started working.

His brows furrowed even tighter.

After a while, the phone was picked up and the screen was lit.

The nerves that were originally dominated by the wrath suddenly stopped when they saw the screen saver that appeared suddenly.

Even though he had viewed the photos on the screen several times, his eyes were still glued to it and he couldn't move.

It's just that when he got up early one day, the things he photographed casually seemed to have an indescribable magical power, which always easily touched his nerves.

Just like it is now.

It was an extremely monotonous photo, and the things presented in the picture were not very interesting—on a sunny morning, the sky outside the window was not yet bright, and there was a quilt on the bed near the French window. The figure was tightly wrapped in the quilt, only the top of the head was exposed outside the quilt, and there were a few tufts of short black hair sticking mischievously on the pillow, which seemed a bit messy.

He Xiao's deep eyes dimmed. After looking at the photo for a while, he opened the screen saver, opened the address book, found the number and dialed it.

When Zhou Cheng received the call, the noodles had just been brought to the table, and he hadn't eaten a few bites yet.

He took out his phone, saw the name displayed on the screen, and raised his head subconsciously.

Seeing him looking over, Jiang Fan stopped his chopsticks, "What's wrong?"

"No," Zhou Cheng replied in a low voice, pouted, "I'm going to answer the phone."

After all, he got up and left.

Sitting at the noisy dining table, Jiang Fan noticed something, his eyes dimmed, and the hot noodle soup in the bowl suddenly lost its taste.

Zhou Cheng walked into the stairwell of the cafeteria, closed the door, shut off the noisy voices outside, and then answered the phone.

"Why so slow?"

As soon as he answered, the man's familiar voice came through the receiver, and his tone was also his usual low and casual one.

Zhou Cheng stood on the steps, and there was a smell of dust in the air, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

He thought of the man who claimed to be his nephew in the evening, and the things he said, and his mind became confused again for a while.

"Oh, it's in the cafeteria, the signal inside is not very good."

The other end of the phone was silent for a while, and then the man's voice sounded a little displeased, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Well, there's been a delay."

Like the past few times, the two of them fell silent after chatting for a few words.

But the man stubbornly refused to hang up the phone. Every time Zhou Cheng couldn't help asking, what's the point of listening to the other person's breathing through the receiver? .

During the silence, he suddenly said absent-mindedly, "I have something to tell you..." Just as he started talking, a beeping busy tone came from the call.

He thought the phone was hung up, but after a few seconds, the man's voice came again.

"Sorry, someone called in just now, what did you say?"

Zhou Cheng had swallowed all the rhetoric that Zhou Cheng had concocted with great difficulty just now, and he hadn't thought about whether to tell him about it at first, so he gave up the idea now.

"No...it's okay, you can go to work, I haven't finished eating noodles yet."

"Well," the man seemed to be really busy, before hanging up, he said suddenly, "Remember to call me when you get to school, understand?"

Zhou Cheng held his mobile phone, and the surrounding area was quiet. For some reason, he really felt like an elder when he said this.

He nodded, remembering that the two were talking on the phone, but he couldn't see it, and said, "Oh, I see."

He Xiao hung up the phone, connected the incoming call just now, and his tone was a few degrees lower than before, "What's the matter?"

"Mr. He, there is something I need to report to you."

He Xiao stretched out his hand to open the drawer, took out the cigarette case from inside, shook one and put it on his lips, "Say."

The room was quiet and bright. The lighter clicked, and a cluster of flames lit up the cigarette on the man's lips.

"When Zhou Cheng arrived at the school this afternoon, he was taken away by a few people before he entered the school gate. There were too many people and I didn't dare to rush over to snatch it, so I followed them away. He stayed in a local restaurant for a while and then went back. People are fine."

He Xiao's eyebrows darkened, he took the cigarette from his lips with his fingers, and said in a stern voice, "Why didn't you inform me?"

Hearing his suddenly cold voice, he hurriedly said, "There are too many of them. I was afraid that I would be found to have done something wrong to him, so I bought a waiter on my own and went in to check the situation. She said there was nothing unusual inside. It's just two people eating, so I just..." "Where are people."

The man obviously didn't want to listen to his nonsense anymore, and he didn't dare to say anything more on the other end of the phone, so he answered truthfully, "It's Manager He, your nephew, Mr. He Minnan, I watched him leave."

After hearing this, He Xiao directly picked up the phone, and found out another number and dialed it expressionlessly.

A long strand of soot with sparks burned, and because he was too focused on other things, the ashes just fell on his legs, and he burned a hole in his well-made and well-tailored trousers.

He Xiao glanced down, frowned, and directly extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray, got up and walked to the window.

Waiting for the other end to answer the phone with a bad expression.

The time passed by second by second, and after about ten seconds, the other end slowly picked up the connection, and a slightly drunk male voice sounded. "Second Uncle?" He Xiao's eyes were like the night outside, dark and hazy, unable to penetrate a single ray of light, "Where is it?"

His tone sounded normal, but it was rare for He Minnan to hear a hint of danger. It was really rare for a person who has been unpredictable all year round to show some emotions.

He hooked his lips, and there were dazzling lights and various figures around him, and the dynamic sound waves overwhelmed all the sounds.

He Minnan was indeed a little bit drunk, but his consciousness was still clear, "What's the matter, Uncle? I'm out to talk about a cooperation, and I'm very busy. Is there anything you want to talk about when I go back?"

"I asked where you are." The man repeated it in a flat tone, sounding like he had limited patience.

He Minnan didn't continue to play tricks anymore, and the corners of his mouth were twitched treacherously on his sullen and stern face, and he reported the address clearly in his voice.

As soon as He Xiao heard the name, the temperature of his whole body dropped inch by inch.

He squinted his eyes slightly, looking at the scenery outside the window without any emotion and warmth, "Did you go to see him today?"

The other end snorted softly, "You little lover looks quite honest and responsible, so you have sued you so soon?"