He regretted it after the stand-in ended

Zhou Du didn't even know what he couldn't believe.

Is it because of Li Min?

He is indeed the most special one in their circle. Although his background is very different from theirs, he is never arrogant. He will come to a banquet whenever he has time—but he can't be called friendly either.

And he's very... picky.

Whether it is for himself or others, he is almost harshly critical.It seems that in his eyes, there is nothing perfect.

So he doesn't allow others to get close to him.

Not cleanliness, or arrogance—

He really just felt that these aesthetic deformities would prick his eyes.

Those who can get close to him, to some extent, all have something extraordinary, either brilliant, or...beautiful.

And now he is standing with Jing Yu, and he does not repel him from grabbing the corner of his clothes.

This shows what?

Zhou Du didn't want to think about it.

Or is it because of Jing Yu?

This little stand-in appeared in their circle, always looked weak and timid, and always looked at Xie Zhian with affection and admiration, which greatly satisfied Xie Zhian's self-esteem.

They all believed in Jing Yu's deep affection for Xie Zhi'an, and Zhou Du was also very envious.

He is rich, and there are many people who hang out with him, and there are also many people who take pictures of his family background and generosity, and even a lot of people take pictures of his appearance.

But there is no one like Jing Yu's to Xie Zhi'an, who accepts everything no matter good or bad, and loves him with all his heart.

He couldn't help but think, if Jing Yu likes him, what is Xie Zhian's scumbag?

But now Zhou Du feels like his dreams are shattered.

Jing Yu was actually with Li Ming.

Even if he doesn't like Xie Zhian anymore, it's not him who chose.

Jing Yu didn't notice him until Li Min was invited to have a secret talk in the small hall, and he stood alone at the long table with an awkward but polite smile, trying hard to eat cakes and fruits, and Zhou Du came beside him.

"...Mr. Zhou?" Jing Yu was taken aback for a moment, and the cherries delivered to his mouth suddenly became stale.But he was determined not to waste it, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it, puffed up one cheek and said, "Hello."

The question Zhou Du wanted to ask was suddenly blocked back into his stomach.

To be honest, although Jing Yu is not short, his face is tender, his skin is smooth, and his shoulders are narrow, making him look very young and petite overall.

People who are not familiar with him may think that he is still a kid in high school.

Probably because of drinking some wine, Zhou Du felt that Jing Yu's flushed face, lips stained with cake crumbs, and bulging squirrel-like cheeks were all very touching.

Even he got a little hot.

Zhou Du couldn't help but grab Jing Yu's wrist.

Only after this grasping did he realize how thin Jing Yu was, and his wrist bones were as stiff as a boy who hadn't grown up yet.

Following his movements, Jing Yu's cuffs were rolled up, exposing a section of the same thin forearm.

He dragged Jing Yu to a place with few people, Jing Yu was a little dazed.

What, why, take him to see Xie Zhian?

He doesn't really want it! Hey!

It is the professionalism of a stand-in to break up completely, and it is against professional ethics to break up with each other!

But Zhou Du was a bit unexpected, he had already reached the end of the garden, but he still didn't see Xie Zhi'an.

Xie Zhian released the pigeons?

Jing Yu thought in confusion, then Zhou Du let go of his hand, turned his back, loosened his suit jacket, and pulled his tie, as if trying to calm down.

It's more like wearing it and letting it breathe.

"Jing Yu." Zhou Du said in a deep tone, looking deeply at the purple-blue sky that had already been half-stained with ink.

"There are some things I've wanted to tell you for a long time."

"I don't believe you don't know—no, maybe you really don't know. After all, you love him so much that you can't see others."

What kind of bad start is this, Jing Yu's intuition is not good, and he tries to run away.

However, the man's back stubbornly blocked his way, while laughing painfully and self-deprecatingly, making noise pollution to him, and doing all kinds of bizarre interpretations.

"At first, when Xie Zhian brought you here, the brothers all booed and asked you to drink. You couldn't drink, and your eyes were red with anxiety."

"Xie Zhi'an said that he would drink for you, you snatched the wine with distress, held back tears and drank it in small sips, then forced a smile and said to Xie Zhi'an that it's okay, you'll be fine if you drink a little."

"At that time, I felt that Xie Zhian had some shit luck to meet someone who loves him so much."

Ah, this, that is actually because he likes to drink...

At that time, Jing Yu had given up alcohol for half a year in order to control him, and when he finally had a chance to take a sip, Xie Zhi'an rubbed him against him. He almost cried out of anger.

In fact, Scene Yu has a good capacity for alcohol, red and white beer with bubbles, and he can even have a little fruit-flavored wine that is discounted and wholesaled at the entrance of the supermarket. Dad once said that he has a talent for walking in the mall.

But drinking is not good for health, plus he is poor, so he became Xie Zhian's substitute——

Lin Cheng didn't drink alcohol.

So he logically never touched it again.

When Zhou Du was expressing his feelings, Jing Yu could still be distracted and dream about these things.

Zhou Du's emotions gradually reached a climax.

He flung his coat sharply and turned around, his eyes red.

"Why not me?" Zhou Du's voice was too eager, as he grabbed Jing Yu's hand, his chest trembled.

"Yes, I'm not as good as Li Ming, but I'm also many times better than Xie Zhi'an, right? He's eating from a bowl and looking at what's in the pot. He pretends to use you as a stand-in, but he's actually looking for a tool to vent his desire. No! If I like you, I only like you. If you are short of money, I will have it. If you want to be popular, I will support it. Why don’t you look for Xie Zhi’an and not me?"

Jing Yu was a little dazed by him, and couldn't help whispering: "You, speak slowly...I didn't hear clearly."

Zhou Du: "..."

Damn it, the emotion has passed, and the state is not right when I yell again.

He pinched the bridge of his nose to wake up, and told himself to calm down.

It took a long time to finally recover, and Zhou Du repeated, "Where is Xie Zhian better than me? Even if you choose him, you don't want to choose me?"

"........."

This is a false proposition.

When he chose Xie Zhi'an, there was no such option as Zhou Du at the same time.

Is hindsight interesting?

Jing Yu tried hard to swallow the last bite of the cake, he suddenly felt that the cake was a bit dry and his throat stuck, so he puffed his cheeks with difficulty and said:

"Ah, this...maybe it's because Mr. Xie doesn't want my body."

Zhou Du suddenly fell silent.

"It may also be because he was there when I needed it most, but Mr. Zhou was not."

Jing Yu said sincerely.

It's not to say good things for Xie Zhi'an, but to state the reality.

If Xie Zhian asked him not only to "imitate Lin Cheng" in that contract, but to have further ideas about his body/body, he would not be here today.

Just because he knows that Xie Zhian belongs to him, he can rest assured to lie beside Xie Zhian and talk to him affectionately.

Because neither of them really cares anyway.

He sincerely hoped that after explaining clearly, Zhou Du could let go of his obsessions and stop pestering him to create mental pollution.

But obviously, to Zhou Du's ears, Jing Yu's words were like farting, what he heard was his own automatic transformation "Mr. Companion spiritual love" and the like.

Zhou Du was obviously more gloomy.

Jing Yu was about to choke to death, he urgently needed to go in and have a drink, but the person in front of him obviously didn't intend to let him go.

His hands clenched even tighter.

Jing Yu twitched, but didn't twitch, so he gave up.

"Really..." Zhou Du murmured with empty eyes, a self-deprecating smile, "Is it my fault..."

……

Why does it feel like he is about to shout Gunara, the God of Darkness?

This seems to be the prelude to blackening.

Jing Yu has never been so eager for someone to make money for him.

This person came quickly.

Tall, dressed in cold clothes, and with a clean and indifferent face, Li Min grabbed Zhou Du by the back collar and easily pulled him half a meter back.

--"if not?"

Li Min said.