you don't love him anymore he loves you

When he woke up again, Zhou Shike was so tired that he couldn't even move his fingers. He turned his head and found that the person who was lying next to him last night had long since disappeared, and even the bed was only as warm as Zhou Shike's alone.

It was still raining outside, the sky was dim, and the huge rain curtain covered Jiangcheng tightly, and the roofs of the high-rise buildings in the city pierced the rain curtain, like tower spires.

He stretched out his hand from under the quilt and touched the phone on the bedside table. At 08:30, he unlocked the screen and sent Fu Simian a WeChat message.

"Let's go out to eat together today, okay?" Zhou Shike fell asleep again after sending the message. The group has been busy these days, because the group has airborne a member, and there will be a fan meeting after a while, and then they need to sing a song The lyrics of the first new song were written by Zhou Shike. There is one more person, and the lyrics have to be changed. The main reason is that this newcomer is very naive.

But these annoyances were offset by Fu Simian's return from a business trip.

When he woke up again after going back to sleep, Fu Simian hadn't replied to his message. Zhou Shike thought that he had just returned from a business trip, and the company must have a lot of things to deal with. It's normal for him to be too busy not to look at his phone.

After comforting himself, Zhou Shike stared at the dark room in a daze.

He felt a little emotional, his temper really changed a lot in the past few years with Fu Simian.

Because Fu Simian is slow and doesn't know how to take the initiative, he has always been the one who takes the initiative. Even if the two live in a sulky cold war, it is Zhou Shike who takes the initiative to lose in the end.

He likes Fu Simian, so he is willing to do this, he is willing to make Fu Simian happy, and he is willing to be the one who takes the initiative. He is tireless, as long as Fu Simian is responding.

It was already one o'clock in the afternoon, and Zhou Shike still had to go to the company.

After washing up, he took a piece of bread in the refrigerator for two mouthfuls, and when he was about to go out, Zhou Shike received a reply from Fu Simian.

"The company still has things to deal with. You may come back a little late tonight. Go out and play by yourself."

It's the same sentence again, every time.

After reading the news, Zhou Shike put his phone back in his pocket, took out an umbrella from the cabinet and went out.

"Ake, are you here?"

In the practice room, the red-haired boy sitting on the ground holding the guitar raised his head, and when he smiled, two round dimples appeared on his cheeks.

"Did you come here by yourself or did your brother send you here?"

Zhou Shike leaned on the side table, flipped through a few pages of the score, bowed his head and said, "I did it myself."

"Oh," Yuan Bai nodded, and then continued to pluck his strings, the music flowed from his fingertips, but it was not difficult to hear what he said, "Li Hezi asked, can you sing where he is, Add a few words."

Zhou Shike frowned and was about to speak, but Yuan Bai hurriedly said, speaking very fast, "The captain has already agreed."

The sound of the strings stopped abruptly, the sound insulation in the practice room was not good, the windows were wide open, and the sound of the rain changed from loud to dull.

Yuan Bai was also a little unconvinced, "The captain is also, if he agrees, he agrees. What does he think of us? It's not that he doesn't know that you filled out this poem all night. It's hard for you to add someone suddenly. Now you still have to To add words."

Zhou Shike listened to Yuan Bai complaining in his ear, he was not only feeling unfair for Zhou Shike, as a guitarist, Yuan Bai had a good temper and a soft personality, Li Hezi also made things difficult for him these days.

"If you want to add it, add it." Zhou Shike said lightly.

Yuan Bai opened his mouth, although he was very unhappy, he still held back.

The timbre of the guitar was clear, transparent, slow and soft, and once again rippling in the practice room, Zhou Shike thought of the time when he was in junior high school and a few friends playing in an underground band in Beicheng with electric guitar and bass.

With his temper back then, Li Hezi didn't even have a chance to airborne, but now, Zhou Shike looked at the score and lyrics in his hand, he is now in the entertainment company under the Fu family, and he doesn't want to cause trouble for Fu Simian.

Moreover, he had already complained to Fu Simian last night, if he really took it to heart, Li Hezi would not get worse today.

Having been together with Fu Simian for so many years, Zhou Shike felt that he knew him better, and that work was work, and there was no personal affair involved.

Li Hezi's airborne has nothing to do with him. Airborne airborne in the entertainment industry is too common. If there is a reasonable reason, he will not intervene.

Zhou Shike didn't want to embarrass Fu Simian either.

"Ah Ke, you said, you have been in love with your brother for so long, and you don't let us see him, and we don't know what he looks like." Yuan Bai suddenly brought the topic to Zhou Shike.

"He's handsome," Zhou Shike said tiredly, "He doesn't like making friends."

Yuan Bai let out a "cut".

Zhou Shike heard this sharp voice, and suddenly a conjecture popped up in his mind that made him dare not think about it a second time.

Fu Simian said that he didn't like making friends, maybe he just didn't want to know his friends.

After this guess appeared, Zhou Shike immediately pressed him to death in his mind. He could question anyone, but he couldn't question Fu Simian.

Because he loves Fu Simian.

I stayed in the practice room until eight o'clock in the evening, and the rain stopped for a few hours in the middle. When the night fell, the heavy rain suddenly came again, and the windows were slapped so that they almost shattered.

Zhou Shike put down his pen, rubbed his eyes, got up and went to the bathroom.

Unexpectedly, I ran into the captain in the bathroom.

The other party also just came out of the cubicle, and bumped into Zhou Shike. Zhou Shike had a complicated expression, "Aren't you busy at home today, can't you come?"

Jiang Lin let out a "bad" sound, "It's all over, I thought I had to take a look, here I come, the rain is really fucking heavy, you haven't come home yet?"

After Zhou Shike finished, he washed his hands and said, "Hurry up, let's go right away."

"That," Jiang Lin hesitated to speak, and finally said through gritted teeth, "The matter of Li Hezi..."

It's just that he only said half of it very implicitly, because he understood that even if he said half of it, Zhou Shike should understand.

"Just this once," Zhou Shike wiped his fingers, threw away the toilet paper, and looked up at Jiang Lin, "Captain, can I ask you a question?"

Jiang Lin looked into Zhou Shike's eyes, "Ask."

"What will happen to you if I don't agree?"

"Ah Ke," Jiang Phosphorus showed a troubled look, "Li Hezi is the one whom the higher-ups want to praise by name, whether it's you or me, we can't afford to offend you."

"I see." Zhou Shike didn't go back to the practice room, sent a message to Yuan Bai, took an umbrella and went to the underground garage.

An Audi with a matte color was quietly in the parking space, and the lights in the parking lot were blazing fiercely.

Zhou Shike stood by the car door, and after a few seconds, he kicked the car door

"Fuck!"

The ear-piercing alarm sounded suddenly.

After getting into the car, Zhou Shike felt more comfortable by being alone.

He remembered that when he first came to Jiangcheng, he told Fu Simian that he wanted to sing, but he never thought about forming a group.One is because he doesn't know the new members well, and it takes time and tacit understanding to get in; the other is because Zhou Shike is unwilling to get in.

Fu Simian agreed at the time, but later changed his mind. His agent gave Zhou Shike a list and gave him the right to choose his own teammates.

But the people he chose, except Yuan Bai, the other three, two of them withdrew by themselves, and the other was replaced by Jiang Lin.

Now comes another Li Hezi.

Zhou Shike drove the car to Fu Simian's company. The other party said that the company was busy in the afternoon and he would not be able to go back until very late. He should still be in the company now.

The front desk knew Zhou Shike. When he saw Zhou Shike coming in, he hurried over to hand the towel, "It's raining so heavily, Ke, why are you here?"

The Fu family has deep roots in Jiangcheng and has many industries. Entertainment media is just a branch of the industry. Fu Simian has never even been there, and they are all handled by others.

Except for a part of the head office who knew about the relationship between Zhou Shike and Fu Simian, it was difficult for other people to have the opportunity to know. These people knew that Zhou Shike was a public figure, and they were very strict with their mouths, and never publicized it.

"I'm here to find Brother Fu." In front of outsiders, Fu Simian didn't want him to be called only brother, for fear that others would misunderstand the relationship between the two.

"Ah, he's not in the company," the front desk showed a blank look, "Mr. Fu went out to dinner with Mr. Sheng an hour ago. What's the matter? Didn't Mr. Fu tell you?"

"Say it," Zhou Shike's heart clenched tightly, but his brain had already reacted first, giving orders to all parts of his body, so that its owner would not be so embarrassed, "I'm here to help Brother Fu go to the office to get some Something, he forgot."

The front desk helped Zhou Shike press the elevator.

Zhou Shike took the elevator upstairs and stood at the door of the president's office for a while.

The hallway was dim, and so were the lights, and the lights of the city passed through the floor lamps, painting the room with an indistinct light.

Zhou Shike took out the house key from his pocket, hung it on his finger, and went downstairs.

"I forgot the keys at home." At the door, Zhou Shike pursed his lips and smiled at the front desk.

"Ah Ke, it's raining heavily, you have to pay attention to safety, don't be frizzy when driving." The receptionist is a big sister in her thirties. She usually sees Zhou Shike a lot, and she always has an inexplicable pity for Zhou Shike. .

"Thank you sister, I'm leaving."

The heavy rain has turned to such an extent that the wipers do not work, and the front cover of the car is slammed. It is not too late, and there are not few vehicles on the road, but the scenery outside the car has been completely covered by the heavy rain .

Zhou Shike's car stopped at the intersection, and the red light took the longest time.

He called Fu Simian, glanced at the rearview mirror, saw his aggrieved expression, and was slightly taken aback, when would he be able to make such a hypocritical look.

"Hello." The deep male voice mixed with the muffled sound of rain outside the car made Zhou Shike's fingertips tremble.

"I went to your company to look for you, but you're not here, brother, where have you been?" Zhou Shike held the steering wheel with one hand, his knuckles turning white.

No words were spoken there.

Zhou Shike felt uncomfortable, and continued to question, "I asked you today if you could go out to eat with me. You said that the company has something to do. Is this your business?"

He heard the playfulness coming from the receiver, and Zhou Shike didn't even know how to lie to himself.

"Are you dissatisfied?" Fu Simian finally spoke, but it was a rhetorical question, and he couldn't hear his emotions.

Zhou Shike opened his mouth and was about to answer when he heard Fu Simian say in a calm tone: "Ah Ke, you were the one who chased me back then."

Zhou Shike was not stupid. He held the phone and took a few breaths. He should be used to the naturalness in the other party's tone, but every time he heard it, he would find it difficult to breathe.

Subconsciously, Fu Simian was telling himself: Don't ask so much for the ones delivered to your door.

"But aren't we a couple?" Zhou Shike's broken hair covered his eyebrows and eyes, and the interior lights were not turned on. His tone was low and aggrieved.

Coax me, a word is fine.

"Well," Fu Simian said casually, "It's sort of."

It counts, right?

Zhou Shike hung up the phone, and the red light turned into a green light. He threw the phone to the co-pilot with an indifferent expression, and stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom. Neighing.