you don't love him anymore he loves you

"Are you with someone else?" Fu Simian asked in a deep voice.He recognized that the voice of this person just now was the boy who acted like a baby to Zhou Shike that day.

Zhou Shike hung up the phone, picked up the wallet on the ground, "It has nothing to do with you."

After he finished speaking, the corners of his mouth curled up, a sense of revenge welled up, "You just need to know that I don't have to be you."

Fu Simian felt that there was something he couldn't grasp.

Looking at Zhou Shike who was laughing wildly in front of him, he couldn't imagine that the other party would be with someone else. Fu Simian was cold all over his body. He said softly "I don't allow it" and then grabbed Zhou Shike's wrist who was defenseless, and imprisoned him. arms.

Kissed regardless.

Zhou Shike's body smelled very faint of freesia. He probably ate candy in the bar, and his lips and teeth were sweet. Fu Simian wanted to crush him in his arms, so that he couldn't continue to say those things. Angry words come.

Zhou Shike didn't react until the other party's tongue got into his mouth, he bit it down without any hesitation, Fu Simian didn't make a sound, pinched Zhou Shike's chin and forced him to open his mouth.

Zhou Shike's jaw was almost twisted off by him.

The smell of blood permeated the mouths of the two of them, sweet and fishy, ​​with an inexplicable sense of despair.

Zhou Shike turned his head desperately, the hand on his chin seemed to be welded on, Zhou Shike seemed to hear the sound of bones being crushed, a feeling of grief and humiliation arose in his heart.

Why, Fu Simian has the final say on everything?

Zhou Shike raised his knee and pressed it against Fu Simian's abdomen. After Fu Simian retreated, he flew towards the person like a little leopard. Before this, Zhou Shike never dreamed that he would have sex with Fu Simian. Come on.

He punched Fu Simian in the face, but Fu Simian didn't fight back, he just blocked, and if he tried to control Zhou Shike, he would inevitably be injured in the chaos.

No matter in terms of size or strength, Zhou Shike couldn't beat Fu Simian. He was restrained, and Fu Simian held his two wrists behind his back, and he was pressed against the car body.

The cold and hard body made Zhou Shike's breathing hot and short.

Zhou Shike didn't care about the cracking of his wrist, he growled, "Fu Simian, I'm your mother, let me go!"

Fu Simian's voice was soft and low, with the grievance of a childlike domineering rascal, "I just want to have a good talk with you, I don't want you to be with others."

Zhou Shike was going crazy.

When he was in a hurry or angry, he would talk with cannons and guns and sticks, and he would say whatever hurt people.

"I have nothing to say to you!" Zhou Shike's hair was messed up, his collar was slanted in the tearing, he was embarrassed and embarrassed, "If you don't want me to be with others, I won't be with others? Fu Simian, you Who the hell do you think you are from me? Have you figured it out, we broke up!"

"When you fucking sell me, we're done playing, can't you understand human language?"

Zhou Shike panted heavily, and the cold winter air hit his lungs, making his chest ache, "Fu Simian, you insist on making trouble with me so ugly, don't you? I can afford to lose and you can't, can you?" ?”

"I still want to fuck with someone else, fuck, you fool, try harder?" Zhou Shike had never felt that Fu Simian was so strong, he felt like his arms were going to be removed, "Fu Simian, I want you to let go, otherwise I will never end with you!"

"Okay," Fu Simian agreed softly, Zhou Shike thought he agreed to let go, but he continued, "We're not finished."

"Fu Simian!" Zhou Shike gritted his teeth, and let out a painful moan from his throat. He even tasted the bloody smell welling up from his throat.

Fortunately, a passing security guard saw them. Seeing that the two were dressed in extraordinary clothes, they did not dare to fight violently. They only dared to carefully pull them away. It was obvious that the person wearing a white down jacket was pressed underneath, but the injury on his face was wearing a The youth in black clothes is obviously heavier.

For a while, they could only make mud with each other.

"It's New Year's Eve."

"Forget it."

"Why bother?"

Zhou Shike's eyes were gloomy, and he felt all pain and pain all at once. Before the security guard could react, he ran over and pulled out the other electric baton from the security guard's waist. On Fu Simian's back.

Then there was another kick, kicking Fu Simian backwards. Fu Simian put his hand on a car, covered his shoulder that seemed to be broken, and looked at Zhou Shike with hurt and dark eyes.

The two security guards suddenly felt that this matter was serious. This was beating, right? Why didn't the beaten one fight back?

The two went up, one pulled Zhou Shike's left arm, the other pulled his right arm, and snatched the electric baton from his hand by the way, "Do you know that beating someone violates the law?"

"Damn it, let go!" Zhou Shike pulled his hand out of the security guard's grip, and he laughed. Although he was embarrassed, he still couldn't hide the irrepressible disobedience on his body. This is the unique aura of those bastards in Beicheng. The security guards in this area are all acquainted with them.

One of the people who paid special attention to gossip asked tentatively, "It's Zhou, is that the little one from the Zhou family?"

"Otherwise?" Zhou Shike reached out and wiped the sore corner of his mouth, "Could it be me who is so big?"

That can't be, the Zhou family is like this.

Zhou Shike.

Wednesday.

The two immediately turned the direction of the wind, and they looked at the person opposite, full of momentum, "Hit someone? Do you still have the law in your eyes?"

After yelling, they looked at Zhou Shike again, and said softly, "We'll call the police and arrest him immediately."

"Yes, grab it."

Zhou Shike zipped up his jacket and opened the car door, "Whatever, you can do whatever you want."

He started the engine, and when the car slid out of the parking space, he stepped on the clutch, slowed down, turned the steering wheel without any hesitation, and hit the front of the Cayenne directly.

Zhou Shike's cars were basically modified. His car was intact, but the front of the Cayenne was directly smashed, emitting black smoke, and the siren yelled loudly.

Fu Simian stood beside the car with a bruised nose and a swollen face, unmoved, his eyes were always on Zhou Shike.

Zhou Shike put down the car window, very indifferent, "Fu Simian, next time, I won't hit your car."

After he finished speaking, he tilted his head and raised the corners of his mouth. He was no longer the boy in Fu Simian's memory.

Ake wouldn't laugh like that.

But Wednesday will be.

Laughing so coldly that one's heart is chilled, and letting everyone know that he is not easy to provoke.

"You fucking be careful." Zhou Shike said coldly.

The black off-road vehicle sped out from the gate and did not slow down at the curve. The surrounding cars saw the license plate and actively kept their distance from it.

The arrogance like a car owner is unrestrained.

Fu Simian stood where he was. Zhou Shike crashed his car and didn't want him to catch up. He was telling himself that there would be no reconciliation, no chance.

He thought it could be reconciled.

Didn't we quarrel?Why can't we reconcile?

The whole body and even the pain from Zhou Shike's blow with a stick was not comparable to the pain in Fu Simian's heart after he realized that he and Zhou Shike might not get back together.

They didn't quarrel, it wasn't a cold war, they broke up.

So Ah Ke went back to Beicheng and made it back to Wednesday.

I had quarreled before, but Ah Ke never said that he wanted to go home, he just coaxed him, but this time, why couldn't he coax him back?

It rarely rains in Beicheng, and the wind often blows like a knife, blowing people to pieces.

Fu Simian looked at all the manuscripts that Zhou Shike had left in Jiangcheng, including drafts, which he sorted out in the car. He brought them all, but he forgot to say that when he heard that Zhou Shike was going to be with someone else, he lost his mind. Before he had time to coax him properly, things became like this.

This time, it really got out of control.

One of the security guards was a little younger, and he walked up to Fu Simian, "You will be punished for making trouble in public, do you know that?"

Fu Simian raised his head.

The security guard was taken aback by the gloomy look in the opponent's eyes.

Like a beast escaped from a cage.

"What do you look at? It's useless for you to look at..." They won't really call the police when they celebrate the Chinese New Year. For troublemakers like this, just bring them to their office and educate them.

But before they could take him away, they bumped into two plainclothes officers from the district police station who were on vacation, saw two security guards surrounding a young man, and walked over. After asking clearly, one of them rubbed his hands, "Go Just a trip?"

Fu Simian could not have gone, he could have called someone to solve the matter, but he didn't. A security guard accompanied him to the detention center, and two staff members who were on vacation had to go back to celebrate the New Year. After explaining a few words and leaving, the security guard described how he beat Zhou Shike until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

The person on duty was speechless when he heard that the other party was Wednesday.

"This little bastard, you have to find a job for us during the Chinese New Year! Who beat him? Let me see." He went outside and saw Fu Simian.

Fu Simian sat quietly in the hall, his whole body was in a state of incompatibility with this place, when he heard someone coming out from inside, he only raised his eyelids and looked at it lightly, then looked away again.

The other party's expression became complicated after seeing Fu Simian. He looked at the security guard who was waiting for him to uphold justice, and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure you were beaten up on Wednesday?"

The security guard opened his eyes and said, "Yes, that's right, I saw it with my own eyes."

"..."

"Then stay here for a while, the New Year's Eve..." He turned his head and glared at the security guard, "The New Year's Eve, do you lack virtue?"

There are a lot of rich people in this area, and it's not like he hasn't seen real rich people, but there are no rich people who are as calm as they are in the detention center.

Which one didn't call at the top of the voice, telling the family to come quickly.

But this young man couldn't tell if he was a good-looking young man, but he sat quietly all the time, neither noisy nor disturbed, neatly dressed, with a calm expression, but the air-conditioning around him made people here dare not talk to him.

Fu Simian had never entered the detention center, and the countdown to the new year had already entered outside.

In the past at this time, he would greet the New Year with Zhou Shike on the phone.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, found a number, dialed it, and sure enough, it was blocked.

The moment the mechanical girl told him that the phone could not be connected, Fu Simian's eyes became like a wounded domestic dog, dark and moist, and the previous cruelty disappeared without a trace.

He never thought that Zhou Shike would leave him, just like he never thought that Zhou Shike might not forgive him, let alone wait for him to deal with everything before forgiving him.

The longer Fu Simian stayed here, the more sober and calm he became.

He actually knew what he did was wrong, whether it was a contract or something that happened in the past, he wanted to blame the other party for not liking it, why didn't he say it, but asked himself, couldn't he see it? The disappointment and loneliness in Ke's eyes?

Fu Simian could see clearly almost every time he was disappointed, how could he be emotionally confused when he was so smart.

But he won't let his feelings affect his original plan.

In his original plan, he put the matter with Ah Ke in the last place, and he didn't think it didn't matter.

Fu Simian thoroughly analyzed himself, and he admitted that he just didn't think it was that important.

So Ah Ke doesn't want him anymore.

The young man's pupils were closed, and he sat there quietly, like a sculpture that lost its vitality.

The uncle on duty was eating the meal delivered from home. He was outside the door, sizing up the man for a long time, and finally clicked his tongue, "Call home, you don't really want to stay here, do you?"

"It's very unlucky to stay here for Chinese New Year."

"I see that your clothes are no worse than that little bastard from the Zhou family. How did you get beaten up like this? Did he bring someone?"

The uncle seemed to be lost in memories, "That little bastard, the junior high school is full of troubles, his home is not too far from here, and the school is next to him, he and his group of friends often come here to play, but they seldom come here after high school." Saw."

Fu Simian looked at the ground in front of him and listened calmly. He found it quite interesting. After all, he had never seen the real Zhou Shike, and now he could only hear about it from others.

"I haven't seen him for so many years. I thought he had learned it well, but he turned out to be such a bastard," the uncle sighed, without any real disgust on his face, just sighed like an elder, "What did you provoke him? ? Many people are not willing to recruit him."

In the middle of the night, the door of the detention center was closed tightly, and the wind from the northern city blew whistles outside, and the lanterns hanging on the street lamps were blown upside down. Pale and cold, it fits well with Fu Simian's state of mind at this moment.

When Tang Dongdong and Meng Qing arrived, Fu Simian leaned against the wall with half-closed eyelids, and the uncle on duty saw Meng Qing, "Hey, do you know him?"

Meng Qing took a look at Fu Simian who was in a mess inside, his scalp was numb, "He is my friend."

Tang Dongdong had already rushed in, he put the coat in his hand on Fu Simian's shoulders, and led others out.

Fu Simian left the hotel in the afternoon, and there was no news. Tang Dongdong guessed that he must have gone to find Zhou Shike. He thought it would be good for the two of them to talk face to face, but at night, he didn't wait for anyone to come back, so he received a call from Meng Qing. , Said that a friend of his saw Zhou Shike shaking hands with someone in Times Square.

It was only when I got together to chat in the middle of the night that I thought about it. Meng Qing’s friend said that he hadn’t seen Wednesday beating someone for a long time, and it was still so fierce. After the beating haha, Meng Qing felt that something was wrong. He asked the person who was beaten what clothes he was wearing. What does it look like.

"The elder is handsome. Among the handsome people I have ever seen, he can be ranked in the top five."

Meng Qing couldn't find anyone else who could make Wednesday, who had just returned to Beicheng a few months old, stir up such a big fire. He heard people say that after Wednesday came back, he played with himself and didn't like to cause trouble so much.

So Meng Qing called Tang Dongdong, and sure enough, he guessed right.

But what Meng Qing didn't expect was that Wednesday was so courageous that Fu Simian would beat him up too. Although Fu Simian belonged to Jiangcheng, there were not many people who dared to touch him in Beicheng. The big ones of each company have interests in the big companies in all provinces.

Back in the car, Meng Qing turned on the heater. He didn't dare to look at Fu Simian. He didn't know Fu Simian very well. He heard more about Fu Simian than he saw with his own eyes. He cleared his throat, "Let's go to the hotel first?"

Fu Simian looked haggard, with bruises at the corners of his mouth, and he leaned against the back of the chair without saying a word, his whole body was depressed and cold.

Tang Dongdong had never seen Fu Simian like this, and he never thought that Zhou Shike and Fu Simian would come to where they are today.He endured his sadness, "Brother Fu, forget it, really, Ah Ke..."

"I don't count." Fu Simian raised his eyelids and said calmly, his voice was a little hoarse, "I saw Ake today." After he finished speaking, he actually laughed.

Meng Qing felt a little terrified, he shivered, not daring to look back.

Tang Dongdong's eyes were red, he regretted it, and his regret at this moment was no less than that of Fu Simian. If he had stood up to help A Ke when Brother Fu treated A Ke coldly over and over again, instead of simply If you make a few complaints, the two of them might not make such a fuss.

He wanted Fu Simian to feel better, "Brother Fu, it's all my fault..."

"It has nothing to do with you." Fu Simian said.

In the car, the outside wind could not blow in, but Fu Simian felt that the heater was also cold, and his voice was low and hoarse, as if he was just talking to himself.

"I miss him so much." That's why I came to see him.

Fu Simian even thought that if he could go back to a few months ago, he would not use A Ke to exchange terms with the Lin family, but it had already happened, he twitched the corners of his mouth, the wound on his face reminded Fu Simian of pain Mian, he and Zhou Shike have already broken up.

The feeling of recognizing the truth is not good, Fu Simian endured the astringency rising up in his throat, Zhou Shike looked at him with indifferent and sarcastic eyes before driving away, they all hit him violently like a hammer nerves.

All developments are like a dream, caught off guard, and logical.

Regardless of the presence of Tang Dongdong and the others, Fu Simian bent down in pain, a restrained moan came out of his throat, and his stomach was full of nausea.

Where did Tang Dongdong see Fu Simian who lost his composure like this? He panicked, "Brother Fu? Brother Fu? What's wrong with you? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

After he finished asking, he seemed to hear Fu Simian talking.

Meng Qing slowed down the car with great insight, and Tang Dongdong was able to hear what Fu Simian was saying with difficulty.

Fu Simian was not answering him, he was just muttering to himself, clenching his teeth, Fu Simian's previous arrogance and indifference disappeared, and Tang Dongdong heard the three words "I'm sorry" very softly.