Crazy in love with him [entertainment circle]

A woman in her forties took a stick and hit Jiang Huai on the back again and again. Jiang Huai bit her lip and did not make a sound.

The woman was a little annoyed: "You bastard, you come here every day to be an eyesore, just like your damn mother, your mother is a mistress, who knows if you will be in the future, look at your appearance, you look like a fox, you are so cute Scourge."

Jiang Huai closed his eyes tightly.

suddenly.

Blocking the stick with both hands, Ji Yan's eyes were a little cold, he swung the stick away, kicked the woman in the stomach, and the woman fled.

The pain Jiang Huai imagined did not come, he opened his eyes and saw the young man in front of him froze.

Ji Yan pulled him up: "How about it, does it hurt?"

Jiang Huai showed no expression: "It's okay."

Ji Yan smiled: "I live near here, and I rushed here just now when I heard some voices downstairs. Fortunately, it's not too late. If you need anything in the future, you can find me there."

Jiang Huai pulled his lips, but couldn't see any expression: "Okay."

He stood under the street lamp and looked at Ji Yan's back, and sneered: "Ji, Yan, it's interesting."

He raised his hand to wipe off the blood around his mouth, smiled, he was really merciless, he had been beaten and scolded unnecessarily, one day, he would pay back twice as much.

When Jiang Huai woke up, he realized that he was reborn. He died in the rented house. It seemed that he was for someone, but he couldn't remember it, but it didn't matter. Since he was given a chance, he had to count it.

He turned around and walked into the room, and he returned to that look, without emotion, without temperature, this is the real Jianghuai, Jianghuai who is decisive in killing and can mercilessly push his loved ones into the abyss, he is back.

……

Ji Yan feels that the current situation is a bit complicated, he has no way to get along with Jiang Huai, Jiang Huai is like a dummy, no matter how nice he is to him, he will always be like that from beginning to end, without emotion.

He has to take his time.

Not surprisingly, he received another call from Father Ji.

He responded somewhat helplessly.

Father Ji was a little distressed: "You kid, you skipped class just as soon as you promised me."

Ji Yan smiled: "Didn't I ask for leave?"

Father Ji laughed angrily: "Ask for leave? Ask for a month? Are you going to cultivate immortality?"

Ji Yan: "..." Boy Song Ye, he just asked for leave, why the hell did he ask him for a month.

Ji Yan sighed, a little helpless: "Dad, please invite me, I'm just going to relax."

Father Ji: "What's the matter with your bank card expenditure? You've never spent so much money at once before. Did something happen to you?"

Ji Yan thought for a while, it should be that Jianghuai took it for medical treatment, and he was willing to spend his money, so the matter is not without progress.

He sat on the ground with a lazy expression: "Something happened to my classmate's house, so I will help him."

Father Ji: "Look at Dianhua, don't believe everyone, be careful to lose yourself."

Ji Yan leaned against the head of the bed, pinching the headphone cable: "Understood, I will adapt to the circumstances."

After chatting with Father Ji for a few words, he hung up. He was sleeping under the blanket, curled up, feeling a little powerless, and didn't know where to start. Let's take one step at a time.

When he was alone, he felt inexplicably insecure. He didn't like the dark night, which would bring him fear. He hadn't slept well since wearing a book. Maybe it was because he thought that the strange environment and powerlessness made it difficult for him to fall asleep.

In a daze.

He recited Jianghuai's name in bits and pieces.

"Jianghuai...Jiang...Jianghuai."

He dreamed of him again.

Dreaming that Jiang Huai, who was covered in blood, tried his best to protect him in his arms. His smiling eyes were full of unwillingness. He whispered something in his ear. He tried his best to think about it, but he couldn't remember it at all. .

He wanted to reach out and grab him, but his hands were empty.