you don't love him anymore he loves you

The next day, Zhou Shike hadn't woken up yet. He slept very late last night. Before dawn, he turned on the stereo in the small room and fell asleep in a daze with the sound of rain.

He was woken up by his aunt.

Everyone is still sleeping, and went to bed very late last night.

Zhou Shike stood at the door of the room. Before he opened his eyes, a bouquet of flowers was stuffed into his arms. The leaves and petals were still dripping with water. Zhou Shike woke up halfway from his doze.

"Who gave it to you?" Zhou Shike lowered his head and looked at the white rose in his arms. The petals were slippery, thick, and blooming in layers. It was not the kind of exaggerated and fancy packaged bouquets on the market.

Just a few roses, wrapped in light blue paper, the flower branches underneath are still a bit prickly, it seems that the person who wrapped the flowers is not very professional.

Auntie was busy working in the kitchen, she wiped the water on the apron, looked out a few times, also with a blank expression on her face, "I don't know him, he looks good, he won't come in even if I let him in."

Not fans, they can't get in here.

Zhou Shike felt that he probably guessed who it was, so he returned the flower to his aunt.

"Lost it."

The aunt's face was full of disapproval, and when she opened her mouth, Zhou Shike knew that she was going to nag again.

"Don't throw it away, you can find a place to put it, put it in the bathroom, put it in the kitchen and put it in the yard soil outside, it's fine." Zhou Shike lazily said a lot.

"Oh, put it in the toilet, how can that work? It's very beautiful, the flowers are fine..." She said as she went down with the flowers. Zhou Shike saw her auntie dig a vase out of the cabinet and put the bouquet outside. Several layers of paper were removed and flowers were inserted.

Zhou Shike returned to the room, he opened the curtains, and the car that had been parked at the door for a long time turned around and left.

He stood for a while before looking away, and threw himself on the bed, half-lidded in a daze.

He thought about last night.

In fact, when he was young, it was understandable for him to do some stupid and mindless behaviors in order to chase someone he liked. At that time, he also did a lot of stupid things in pursuit of Fu Simian.

It's hard to imagine that he, a native of the north, has stayed in the south since he was a teenager because of Fu Simian.

He has never been used to the climate in the south. It is humid. Summer comes very early and leaves very late. He has sacrificed a lot for Fu Simian. If the other party does not know, it is entirely his wishful thinking. Si Mian knew, how could such a smart person not know?

So, now it's Fu Simian's turn?

Zhou Shike covered himself with the quilt, and after thinking for a few minutes, he couldn't bear the drowsiness and fell asleep again.

Fu Siya was also at home today, he was covered in moisture and went upstairs, Fu Siya was baking bread in the kitchen, she was bored in the old house in Jiangcheng, she learned baking from the teacher, and couldn't wait to come to Beicheng to share with Fu Siya .

She came out wearing gloves, "Did you see Ah Ke?"

Fu Simian shook his head slowly.

Fu Siya looked at him for a while, smiled, turned back to the kitchen and brought out an egg tart.

"Didn't you eat well recently?" Fu Siya dragged Fu Simian to the table and sat down, took off his gloves, "I also made porridge, you can eat something before going to the company."

Fu Simian moved mechanically and picked up an egg tart and bit half of it. The sweet milk flavor and the sweet and sour jam on it burst in his mouth. He didn't like these sweets, but Zhou Shike liked them instead.

The steaming seafood porridge uses top-quality shrimp and shellfish. This portion alone is worth a four-figure start in a restaurant.

Fu Siya's long hair was tied behind her head, and she appeared here, diluting the gloomy atmosphere.

She was always smiling, even when talking about Zhou Shike, her tone was relaxed and natural.

"Take your time, take your time," she said.

Fu Simian's indifferent face loosened for a moment. He leaned back in his chair and said calmly, "Zhou Shixuan is looking for someone for him."

There is no need to check this, everyone knows it.

Of course, Zhou Shixuan is not the kind of publicity that Zhou Shike can't find a partner, but when someone asks, she says that she hasn't seen her yet, and she can't find a suitable one, so naturally someone will help her pay attention.

Zhou Shixuan held Zhou Shike in her palm. If she knew about the past between Zhou Shike and Fu Simian, she probably wouldn't be able to end it well.

Fu Siya thought for a while, then picked up the spoon on the table and stuffed it into Fu Siya's hand, "There's no rush, I told you before, you don't listen to me, Ake's character is so stubborn, We can all see it, why can't you see it?"

"I can tell." Fu Simian's voice was low. He hadn't recovered from the cold yet, and his voice sounded hoarse. He always wanted to cry, but once he matched his expressionless face, it wouldn't happen. Kind of a misunderstanding.

Only in front of Fu Siya would he be too lazy to hide it, and it was his nature to be indifferent to everything.

Fu Siya rested her chin and looked at Fu Simian.

In fact, she had predicted that the two would fall out early in the morning, and she also knew that Fu Simian would regret it. The only thing she didn't expect was that Zhou Shike said he didn't want him, so he didn't want him. Fu Simian probably didn't think of this.

At the same time, she did not expect that Fu Simian would be so ruthless.

She feels happy.

"Fu Siya, sister is very relieved," Fu Siya said slowly, she saw Fu Siya looking at her suspiciously, "At least someone from the Fu family finally came out, right?"

"In the future, even if you and Ake fail, you will know how to treat the person you like," Fu Siya smiled softly, "You like him, you can't just ask for it, understand?"

Fu Simian did not speak for a long time.

He looked at the rising mist in front of him, and felt that all the scenery seemed to be covered with a layer of white mist.

"It can only be Zhou Shike, there will be no one else." His voice was very soft, and the firmness in his dark eyes was shocking.

Beicheng was almost submerged in water, and many cities across the country were more or less affected by the continuous rain.

After the rainstorm, it didn't stop completely. Instead, it continued to rain continuously. No matter how well the urban drainage system was done, it couldn't withstand this continuous and occasionally ferocious attack.

Zhou Shike's new song was released, and he took a few photos for Zhou Shixun's design. The endorsements he found were all because of his own traffic, and Song Guiyan didn't suggest him to pick it up, so he immediately took a break.

He became an idler like Yang Shangchen.

Fang Ka has things to do, his appearance is very deceptive, his mouth is sweet and good-looking, and he gets along well in the hospital.

In the bar box.

Zhou Shike was nestled in the corner of the sofa playing with his mobile phone. Yang Shangchen touched the chin of the little boy next to him, turned his head and said to Zhou Shike, "I'll tell you something. Fang Ka was beaten up by his partner yesterday."

Zhou Shike raised his head slowly, "What?"

"Don't make that expression. I just found out that he ran away from home after being beaten. He slept in my house last night. His mouth was torn, his eyes were swollen a little, and there were a few bruises on the back of his hands. Quan Yan Later, I came after him, good guy, he came here with blood on his face." Yang Shangchen stepped on the coffee table, he was happy to watch the excitement, anyway, Fang Ka beat someone once or twice, and the people who followed Fang Ka in the past were terrified every day, because they were afraid Fang Ka's backhand on a whim was a scratch.

Quan Yan was the one who stayed with Fang Ka the longest, and Fang Ka said he was the target, so let's count it as the target.

Yang Shangchen picked up a melon seed and threw it to Zhou Shike, "San'er, go and talk to Fang Ka, if he really likes power, don't make trouble with others all day long, Fang Ka will listen to you."

After he finished speaking, he was silent for a while, "Forget it, you haven't figured it out yourself, let him do it himself."

"San'er, wait a minute, I've found someone for you, and you can take it away if you like it." With a mysterious look, Yang Shangchen leaned over and knocked on the coffee table with his fingers, and with the crisp knocking sound, the door opened. was gently pushed away from the outside.

Zhou Shike gave Yang Shangchen face and took a look.

At a glance, he was stunned.

The boy was about twenty years old, wearing a white shirt, with a straight back and a slightly thin figure. When his long and narrow eyes looked down, the indifference was similar to that of Fu Simian, but the uneasiness in the other party's eyes made this a bit Imagination is all washed away.

Fu Simian is arrogant and unpretentious. He can be calm and composed at any time, and that kind of indifference is also because he has the confidence and strength not to look down on anyone.

But the figure of the other party is really similar to that of Fu Simian in high school.

If you only see the back on the road, it will be difficult to distinguish. If you just glance at it casually, it will not stand up to scrutiny.

Seeing that Zhou Shike was silent, Yang Shangchen thought it was a good job, he beckoned the boy to pour wine for Zhou Shike, and said beside him, "Don't tell me, Fu Simian is really good-looking, completely I can't find the same one, San'er, you..."

"boom!"

The coffee table was kicked far away, and the sound of the table corners rubbing against the floor pierced through the ears of everyone in the room.

Yang Shangchen seemed to be strangled by the neck, all his words were stopped, his face gradually turned pale, he was embarrassed and puzzled, he didn't understand why Zhou Shike was so angry.

Zhou Shike stood up, picked up his coat from the sofa and put it on, took the cigarettes on the table, and when he passed by the boy, he stopped and looked down at him for a while.

He suddenly felt aggrieved.

"Yang Shangchen, I can't live without Fu Simian, can I?" Zhou Shike asked in a low voice, "You can play by yourself." He didn't intend to listen to Yang Shangchen's answer, so he stuffed the cigarette and the phone into his pocket, He closed the zipper of his jacket and left without looking back.

Yang Shangchen looked at the door which was forcefully closed, and opened his mouth, not recovering for a long time.

The last second he was immersed in me, I'm too fucking good. I dug out a treasure that looked like Fu Simian, and the next second, Zhou Shike was furious. He took a sharp puff of the cigarette, and then pressed the remaining half In the ashtray.

"What did I do wrong?" He turned his head and asked the little boy next to him.

The boy's big eyes were full of uneasiness, and he was also frightened. No one dared to speak when Zhou Shike got angry.

"No, it's not wrong," he stammered and replied cautiously, "Brother Yang, if your father dies, will you find someone like your father for your mother?"

Yang Shangchen: "..."

After a while, Yang Shangchen said with a half smile, "You really know how to draw metaphors."

"I haven't read anything, don't mind."

Yang Shangchen stopped talking.

In fact, where do people like them come from who really likes someone, he has never known what it is like to like someone in his life, and it is all for money, even if it is not for money, they will not believe it.

In their eyes, love and marriage are just a deal and a bargaining chip.

So being able to be angry and sad with Zhou Shike is only because, as Zhou Shike's youngest child, he can't see Zhou Shike being angry with others. He actually doesn't know what Zhou Shike's sad point is.

Zhou Shike was at the door of the bar. He was waiting for the driver to pick him up. He didn't want to find a replacement driver. He couldn't drive after drinking.

A flash in the distance flickered his eyes.

Although the surrounding lights flickered, Zhou Shike was extremely sensitive to the camera's flash.

He touched his face, not wearing a mask.

Almost without thinking, Zhou Shike walked down the steps and walked in that direction.

Those few people didn't expect Zhou Shike to be so fresh, so they came over directly. They didn't wear masks and hats. They were holding cameras. When they realized it, Zhou Shike knocked down their cameras with a slap.

The camera itself is something that is easy to be bumped into. When it falls on the ground, the accessories are scattered all over the place, and some of them are directly broken in half.

Zhou Shike was in a bad mood, it was unlucky for this group of paparazzi who like to make up stories to run into him.

The few people were stunned, obviously they didn't expect Zhou Shike to be so courageous.

They are paparazzi!

When the time comes, write that Zhou Shike has violent tendencies, say that he beat the reporter, ask him to apologize, and ask him to lose money!

"When you go to Zhou's tomorrow, someone will pay you the camera," Zhou Shike smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes, and his defiant tone made people want to hit someone, "Go back and post it in your circle of friends. In the future, Zhou Shike Don’t shoot it, it’s up to me to make up stories?”

One of them was more courageous, he swallowed his saliva, "Why are you?"

"I just sing a song, I don't rely on it for food." He thought these people were funny.

"Artists need positive energy, do you know that?" Seeing Zhou Shike, the man seemed to be less aggressive, and he became more courageous, "You are like this, you are like this, you have no virtue and no deeds!"

Zhou Shike raised the corner of his mouth, feeling unexpectedly better.

"You care about me."

He donates millions of dollars every year. It is really difficult for fans. He found someone to check and helped, but not all of them were anonymous. He didn't do a good job on the surface. Clean.

Do you really think you are a person when you wear clothes?

In the Zhou family, actors, models, singers and idols have everything you need. He graduated from junior high school at the age of 15 and went to play with Zhou Shixuan. A talented singer who knew him asked him if he had any intentions.

Zhou Shixuan and Zhou Shixun couldn't take it down, so they turned their ideas on Zhou Shike.

"Okay, why don't you leave?" Zhou Shike didn't intend to embarrass these people, but he didn't care, which didn't mean others didn't care.

Before he turned around and took two steps, the back of his head was hit hard by something like a stick. Zhou Shike stopped in his footsteps, and warm liquid oozed out of his hair, flowed down the end of his hair, and flowed into his back. .

He turned around slowly, looking at the furious boy who had been hugged.

"It's an intern, it's an intern! Young Master Zhou, don't argue with him! Don't, don't..."

"The second generation ancestor of your mother, the second generation of the idiot rich, singing like his mother's shit! What's wrong with filming you? I will film you!"

He looked only a little older than Zhou Shike, and was already being hugged, several hands were scrambling to cover his mouth, but his eyes were staring at Zhou Shike, as if Zhou Shike had done something heinous.

He was still holding the tripod in his hand, probably Zhou Shike was swinging it with this thing.

Looking at the hatred in the other party's eyes who didn't know where it came from, Zhou Shike's eyes gradually turned cold. He remembered that Zhou Shixun told him that it would be best to always look dead. The weak are always justified, so it's better not to be unreasonable.

He took a step forward, and the faces of those people showed horror, but he was stopped by a young man who walked behind him at some point.

Fu Simian grabbed his shoulders and led him back, and said in a low voice, "I'll handle it."

He patted Zhou Shike's shoulder reassuringly.

These people only thought that Fu Simian looked familiar, but they couldn't identify which name or person.

But the other party knew that the person who came was not kind, and he came to stand up for Zhou Shike.

Zhou Shike was already relying on Zhou's family, and he could help Zhou Shike stand out, so who the hell is that?

Fu Simian squatted down in front of the so-called intern, and signaled the people around him to let go of him. As soon as they let go, Fu Simian reached out and grabbed his chin, forcing him to raise his head.

Fu Simian's eyes are light, he has always been like this, looking at people who offend him is no different from looking at dead people, it's like being in an ice cellar.

"Go back and prepare the money for the lawyer." Fu Simian smiled, patted the frozen face of the other party, and stood up.

He has a height advantage, so he glanced down at the others

Even if he didn't say anything, his family background and status gave him the ability to make people feel surrendered from the bottom of their hearts without words.

Zhou Shike had a dull pain in the back of his head. He looked at it for a while, then turned around and left. Fu Simian caught up, "Where's your car? I'll take you back."

As he approached, Fu Simian frowned slightly, "Are you drinking again?"

Zhou Shike's fingertips were covered in blood, he definitely couldn't go to the hospital, he didn't want to go, he just went home, so he didn't argue with Fu Simian, Fu Simian's eyes softened when he saw Zhou Shike nodding.

"Wait for me in the car, I'll be right back."

Zhou Shike had a headache that was dying, he leaned on the backrest, he didn't bother to worry about what Fu Simian was going to do, he got out of the car if he didn't come back in 10 minutes.

After Fu Simian left, Zhou Shike put his hand in through the hem of his clothes, wow, there was blood all over his back, but luckily the clothes were thick and couldn't seep out.

Soon, Fu Simian came back with a cup of milk tea, Zhou Shike looked away from the car window, his eyelids half drooping.

He handed it to Zhou Shike, and Zhou Shike slapped it away with a slap.

"I don't like sweet drinks."

Fu Simian's hand stopped in mid-air, his eyes fell on Zhou Shike's pale face, he smiled gently, "Okay, don't drink."

On the way to send Zhou Shike back, he wanted to talk to Zhou Shike several times, but Fu Simian still didn't bother him when he closed his eyes and showed a gesture of refusing any communication.

Zhou Shike leaned against the car window. He was really about to fall asleep. The pain in the back of his head had passed away. It was estimated that the opening was about to close. Anyway, the blood flow stopped after a certain amount. He broke the jar and hugged him. The arms curled themselves into a ball and prepared to sleep for a while.

But when he woke up after sleeping for a while, and saw that the buildings outside the car were still in the city, Zhou Shike gave Fu Simian a fist without even thinking about it, "You detour?"

Fu Simian curled the corners of his mouth as an admission, but he didn't speak or nod, it was a denial.

Zhou Shike actually tasted a bit of shamelessness from the other party's extremely calm expression.

"..."

"Does the headache hurt?" Fu Simian asked him.

Zhou Shike originally wanted to say that it's none of your business, but he felt uncomfortable seeing the other party's understatement, so he stretched out his hand from his sleeve, "Hey."

Fu Simian glanced at it, saw the blood on Zhou Shike's hand, his pupils shrank, and then the car stopped abruptly.

Zhou Shike fell on the backrest so hard that his mind went numb.

"Why didn't you tell me just now?" Fu Simian parked the car on the side of the road. He quickly unfastened his seat belt and went to the back seat to find the first-aid kit. At least he had to do a preliminary treatment before going to the hospital. The door was pulled several times but failed to open.

Zhou Shike has been by his side for several years and has almost never been injured.

He came back with a pack of alcohol cotton balls, and tugged Zhou Shike, but Zhou Shike remained motionless.

After a while, Zhou Shike opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, "Mr. Fu, send me back."

Fu Simian was slightly taken aback, he was a bit reluctant to be gentle at the moment, Zhou Shike could see it.

"Why do you call me that again?" Fu Simian's throat was astringent.

Zhou Shike didn't speak.

"Don't call me that." Fu Simian pinched Zhou Shike's finger and whispered.

Zhou Shike moved his neck, and all the blood on the white sweater inside fell into Fu Simian's eyes.

Fu Simian's expression turned cold, and he dragged Zhou Shike out of his seat.

Zhou Shike's hair was very soft, and it fell apart as soon as he plucked it. The few strands of hair and blood inside became a black ball. Fu Simian tore open a pack of cotton balls, and gently pressed the piece to clean it, "I Take you to the hospital."

"No," Zhou Shike immediately refused, "I don't want to be recognized, I just ask my aunt to call the doctor to come home after I get home."

Fu Simian squeezed the cotton ball in his hand.

"it is good."

Zhou Shike didn't look at him. His eyelashes were very long, and the roots of the eyelashes were sparse and distinct. These were not a pair of affectionate eyes, but even a little cold.

This indifference is currently only aimed at Fu Simian.

Fu Simian leaned over and kissed Zhou Shike tentatively.

Zhou Shike froze, he raised his eyelids, and smiled coldly, "Fu Xian..."

The title is too harsh.

Fu Simian leaned over and directly pressed the man on the co-pilot, his passionate kiss was full of despair and grief, Zhou Shike was kissed obediently by him without responding, just like those people kissed him.

This kind of ignorance made Fu Simian feel cold.

Zhou Shike turned his head slightly, and ended the kiss with Fu Simian. He looked at himself in the window whose eyes were glistening after being kissed, and smiled, "Fu Simian, after we broke up with you, many people and I took over the kiss." Kiss, don't you think it's dirty?"

He remembered that Fu Simian was very demanding in this regard, and he was obsessed with cleanliness.

Fu Simian reached out and stroked the hair on top of Zhou Shike's head lightly, "It's not dirty." As long as it's you, it's not dirty in anything.

"It's a pity that I like kissing little models, and I don't want to kiss you." Zhou Shike smiled cruelly, at least for Fu Simian.

The people he liked so much at the beginning are not as good in his heart as those who came out to sell.

Fu Simian was numb from the pain.He lost his mind in front of Zhou Shike several times, if cute can wake up, it is not love.

He smiled, although he was gentle, but he seemed to be struggling with something.

"You...you like those people," the young man said with a difficult voice, he lowered himself very low, and carefully clasped Zhou Shike's hand, "They are not clean, I'll find you something cleaner, okay? "