you don't love him anymore he loves you

When Zhou Shike parked his car in the underground garage, Fu Simian's car hadn't come back yet.

He looked away from the window and landed in front of the car.

He usually doesn't smoke. If he is depressed, he would rather sleep than smoke. Tobacco hurts his throat too much. In addition, he can't smoke to create a character in front of Fu Simian.

He dug out a pack of cigarettes and leaned against the car, staring indifferently.

In fact, when he was in school, there were not so many problems between him and Fu Simian. Zhou Shike had to go to class, and he had to do homework after class. There was not much communication, so naturally there was no chance for problems to arise.

Even occasional conflicts are not unbearable. Besides, it's not that he has quarreled with Fu Simian, and the result often ended with him voluntarily apologizing.

After he graduated and lived with Fu Simian, the contradictions that he never noticed in the past gradually surfaced. It's not that he doesn't mind, it's not that he doesn't know it. Even Tang Dongdong and the others can see that he just wants to deceive himself.

The joy of being with someone you like is obviously greater than the joy brought about by anything, and there are gains and losses, Zhou Shike comforted himself in this way.

As long as he can be with Fu Simian all the time, he doesn't ask for anything else, he thinks very openly.

But people have greed.

It's a pity that these greeds of his hadn't had time to germinate, and they were completely burned by Fu Simian. In winter, there is frozen ground under the white snow. Fu Simian is the white and flawless cold frost and snow. .

He thought he could wait until spring, when everything would recover, the spring would be bright and the snow would melt.

It's a pity that the time and place are wrong, Fu Simian is not the cold winter in all seasons, he is an Antarctic glacier in the desert, Zhou Shike will never wait for the day when he melts.

Forget it,

Forget it,

It's all fine,

"How can you make a deal with me?" Zhou Shike said amidst the smog, his eyes slowly turned red, and his body seemed to be torn apart.

He sat in the car, motionless, as if he was about to turn himself into a stone statue.

A car light came in at the entrance, Zhou Shike squinted his eyes, and Fu Simian came back.

Fu Simian got out of the car, the driver parked the car, and drove away in his own car.

The young man standing at the elevator entrance had a straight and straight figure, and his dark gray coat made him feel cold and alienated. His eyes were like lacquer ink, his lips were as thin as shavings, and the outline of his profile was like an oil painting drawn by a magic pen.

It is said that people with thin lips are also fickle. Zhou Shike didn't believe in this evil before. He wanted to jump into the fire pit, but he felt that he was different.

In fact, when it comes to feelings, all beings are equal.

Not long after Fu Simian entered the elevator, Zhou Shike's phone rang.

You don't need to look to know that it was Fu Simian who found that he hadn't returned home after entering the house, so he called.

Zhou Shike thought radically, why not tell Fu Simian to go downstairs and drive him to death. Thinking of that scene, he couldn't help laughing, and tears welled up as he smiled.

He didn't want to go upstairs, he didn't want to see Fu Simian, and he didn't want to hear his voice. He admitted that he was running away, and every minute he could escape was counted as one minute.

He wanted to wait for Fu Simian to take the initiative to bring up this matter, didn't he want to talk to himself?

Whenever Fu Simian spoke, they would finish playing.

Zhou Shike put out the cigarette butt, got out of the car, let off the smell of cigarettes on his body, pressed the elevator and went upstairs directly.

Fu Simian just came out of the shower, and saw Zhou Shike who appeared at the door, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "You just came back?"

Zhou Shike avoided his gaze, "Sit in the car for a while."

Fu Simian must have seen his car, he didn't want to tell such a lie, it was pointless.

He found his clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Fu Simian wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him into his arms before the bathroom, kissing his ear lightly, "Ah Ke, I will give you a present on your birthday."

"You must like it." Fu Simian's voice was cold and low, and it was especially nice when coaxing people. Usually Zhou Shike's heart softened because of this, but today he felt chills all over and extremely sad.

He was suddenly curious about how Fu Simian managed to coax himself to sleep with him while using himself to negotiate business with others.

He thought he was so despicable that he was willing to use himself as a commodity to pave the way for their Fu family?

Zhou Shike lowered his head and gave a soft "hmm" without asking what it was.

He was not at all curious.

What else can there be besides transferring one's own contract.

Fu Simian announced the death of this relationship, and he didn't expect it at all.

The guillotine hanging around his neck was finally about to cut it off.

Fu Simian didn't notice Zhou Shike's abnormality, so he let him into the bathroom.

Zhou Shike usually takes a shower, but today he soaked himself in the bathtub, slid his body into the bathtub, and briefly forgot about a bunch of messy things.

The mobile phone chattered beside him.

He put his hand out of the water, wiped it perfunctorily on the bath towel hanging on the side, answered the phone, and before he had time to speak, the other person yelled at him.

It's Wu Quanhua.

"You hit Minister Liao?" Wu Quanhua was heartbroken, "How can you hit someone? If you have something to say, you can tell me. If you can't tell me, just tell Mr. Fu. If you beat someone, you can't." It's really promising, people called me in the middle of the night and said that you beat him into the emergency room!"

Zhou Shike blew a bubble on the surface of the water, and said lazily: "If he wants to come in, I can let him in."

Wu Quanhua thought that Zhou Shike would explain, but the other party's reaction was obviously abnormal and unexpected.

"Ake, are you in trouble?" Even Wu Quanhua noticed Zhou Shike's abnormality, but Fu Simian did not.

The cold air outside hit the window glass, and the glass immediately became foggy, like a layer of frost.

"Brother, if I'm not in Fu's anymore, you can come with me."

Wu Quanhua was really stunned at this moment, "What are you talking about? You quarreled with Mr. Fu again? Hey ancestors, aren't you tired from arguing all day? Why don't you go? Where are you going? Mr. Fu let you go ?”

"How old are you? You always run away from home," Wu Quanhua muttered a few words, and then suddenly raised his voice, "Hey, don't change the subject, didn't we just talk about your beating?"

The call ended with Wu Quanhua's broken thoughts. Zhou Shike threw away the phone and plunged himself into the water.

The water was already getting colder, and in an instant they scrambled into the nasal cavity and ear canal. Zhou Shike opened his mouth and let it rush into his throat.

In the water, it turns out that you can cry.

When he was about to suffocate, Zhou Shike suddenly stuck his upper body out of the water. He lay on the bathtub, turned on the shower, and the sound of water covered his choking.

He cried so nauseously that his chest hurt.

It has been the seventh year since the second year of high school, and he and Fu Simian have only been together for six years.

For the past six years, he has been revolving around Fu Simian. Fu Simian is the focus of his entire life. Obviously, at the beginning, he was just playing with it. Why was he the only one who was dragged away in the end? Into this abyss swamp.

And Fu Simian just watched the play indifferently.

Three days later, Zhou Shike met the handsome young man who met Fu Simian in the restaurant that day. He had just come out of the practice room, and he was talking to Yuan Bai with the earphones in his hand.

"Hi, Ake?" It's a pity that the young man's voice doesn't sing. It's gentle and magnetic, soft but resilient. In short, it's a comfortable voice.

Zhou Shike stood still and recognized the person in front of him at a glance.

Zhou Shike's reaction was beyond Lin Zhiye's expectation. According to Tang Dongdong and others' descriptions, in Lin Zhiye's impression, Zhou Shike should be a well-behaved, quiet, good-looking, non-aggressive, and polite kid. But the boy in front of him, aggressive Sexuality is very strong, Lin Zhiye's first impression is that he is not easy to provoke.

Lin Zhiye stretched out his hand, "Hello, my name is Lin Zhiye, I am your Brother Fu's childhood friend, and I grew up with Tang Dongdong and the others."

Zhou Shike glanced at the slender white fingers stretched out in front of him, with a cold expression, "Hello."

"You sing very well, no wonder Brother Fu likes you so much." Lin Zhiye didn't mind Zhou Shike's indifference, the more emotional Zhou Shike was, the better, and then he and Fu Simian would have more trouble with each other.

Thinking of this, Lin Zhiye felt extremely at ease. Ever since he was a child, there was nothing he wanted that he couldn't get.

Yuan Bai was already stunned by Lin Zhiye's beauty, he was amazed that there is such a beautiful man in the world.

After Lin Zhiye left, Yuan Bai was very curious, "Ah Ke, you don't seem to like him very much?"

"Is there?" Zhou Shike slightly curled the corner of his mouth, "You read it wrong."

Lin Zhiye is indeed beautiful, a thrilling beauty that is indistinguishable between male and female, like a person who came out of a classical picture album, without a trace of flaws, plus he is always smiling, kind and gentle, it is hard for anyone not to like him.

In the evening, Wu Quanhua was about to get off work, and saw Zhou Shike still playing games on the sofa in his office, his hair was messed up, and he was extremely focused.

"..."

"Ake, you're home."

Zhou Shike had no expression on his face, "Wait until I finish this one."

Wu Quanhua felt that something was wrong, it was too wrong, he walked over and pulled Zhou Shike up from the sofa, and asked, "What's going on with you these days? The assistant has reported to me several times, saying that whether you are practicing or filming, Not in the state, playing games on the side from time to time, Ah Ke didn't mean you..."

"Brother, don't you bother me?" Zhou Shike raised his head, as if he was about to cry.

Wu Quanhua was stunned. He saw that Zhou Shike and Mr. Fu had quarreled several times. Every time Zhou Shike hid in his office and pretended to be an ostrich, but this was the first time he saw tears in Zhou Shike's eyes.

He was about to comfort him, when he saw the boy lying down again, "Get ready for the group." The boy's voice was flat, without a hint of crying.

Wu Quanhua: "..." Little bastard!

"You wait, I'll call Boss Fu right away and ask him to pick you up!" Wu Quanhua was so angry that he thought Zhou Shike was late in puberty and was just playful.

He took out his phone and was still looking for a contact when Zhou Shike held down his wrist. The boy's brows and eyes were a little gloomy, and he curled the corners of his mouth, which made Wu Quanhua's skin crawl.

"Angkor, I asked you before, if I leave the Fu family, would you like to go with me? What do you think?" Zhou Shike withdrew his hand and asked.

Wu Quanhua hadn't reacted yet, "Huh? Where are you going?"

He has stayed in Fu's for so many years, it is impossible to leave, there are a lot of artists under him waiting to be fed, besides, Fu's kindness to him, Zhou Shike is going to leave, where will he go?

"The assumption is not true. The assumption is not true." Wu Quanhua waved his hands in denial.

"Well, whatever you want." Zhou Shike picked up his mobile phone and coat from the sofa, put the coat on his shoulders, and walked out like a leisurely stroll.

"Angkor, I'm leaving." He looked back at Wu Quanhua with a smile.

The day after tomorrow is his birthday, so it should be over.

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Fu Simian: I don't know anything about my wife's going away