you don't love him anymore he loves you

"I asked my aunt to set aside a copy for you, but no one has touched it." Zhou Shike lay on the table and looked at Fu Simian.

In the past few days, after feeding the dog at home, he still wants to come over to eat with Fu Simian. Occasionally, he will bring a lot of delicious food to Fu Simian's house. Inexplicably, Zhou Shike has a feeling of being fed. .

Especially at the moment when I saw Fu Simian.

But he also felt vaguely sour, because he was waiting for Fu Simian to go home like this back then, until it was dark, until midnight, no matter how late, he was always waiting for Fu Simian.

A few dimly lit lights hung above the dining table, falling on Zhou Shike's face.

The face that can hold the camera does not need to be described with adjectives anymore. There are almost no dead spots, and any expression looks good. He is lying on the table, pushing the food in front of Fu Simian with drooping eyelids, and the long eyelashes are under his eyes. Swept out a thin black shadow.

Fu Simian looked good, his jaw was slightly retracted, and there was always a hint of arrogance in his handsome and elegant eyebrows. Zhou Shike did what he always wanted to do: he reached out and poked Fu Simian's face.

Fu Simian looked at him suspiciously, and he immediately withdrew his hand and laughed.

"Are there any plans for the next year?" Fu Simian put down his chopsticks and asked softly.

Zhou Shike thought for a while, "There are two newly signed endorsements, and I'm going to take pictures."

"There are two variety shows, a talent show and a lifestyle and leisure show. I don't know how to get one yet."

"In addition, my sister asked me to bring a child, and I have to have a stir with him."

Fu Simian grasped the point, "Little friend?"

"Well," Zhou Shike swiped his fingers on the table, "I've heard the works from the North City Conservatory of Music, and they have great potential."

"Hype?"

Zhou Shike replied: "I still don't know what form it will take. I can't be allowed to appear as a villainous senior. It's probably..."

"Fried...C...P."

Fu Simian nodded slowly after a long while, "I understand the need for work."

Zhou Shike: "..."

He tried to find displeasure or jealousy in Fu Simian's eyes, but he found nothing. Fu Simian is so open-minded and generous now, it seems that he is not good at it.

Zhou Shike snorted nasally.

Fu Siguan's eyelashes trembled, but he didn't speak.

"Are you coming home tonight?"

It's snowing outside.

The temperature has remained below zero.

The road is slippery in the dark, and the road surface is not only thick snow but also trampled ice.

Zhou Shike straightened his waist and narrowed his eyes, "You chased me away?"

Zhou Shike thought this way because of Fu Simian's nonchalant "work needs, I understand" foreshadowing.

There is also an intentional element.

He didn't want to see Fu Simian so cautious.

Now that we're reconciled, let's stay together. As a boyfriend, he certainly has the right to be jealous.

Fu Simian was speechless. In fact, every word he said in front of Zhou Shike was carefully considered, so that when Zhou Shike suddenly got up and walked outside, he didn't say a word.

Zhou Shike gritted his teeth.

He reached out to take the coat from the hanger and said angrily while putting it on: "I'm leaving, I'm going on a blind date tomorrow, you..."

The words behind were stopped by the sudden action of the person behind him.

Fu Simian covered Zhou Shike's mouth with his hand from behind, and wrapped his other hand around his waist and pressed against the door, "Don't go."

Zhou Shike's eyes became hot, and he turned around with difficulty in Fu Simian's arms. The hair on the back of his head was messed up by the pile of coat hats, making him look like a puppy with a blown hair.

"Oh." He squeezed out a word awkwardly.

Fu Simian looked at him for a while, the water color in the young man's eyes glowed brightly under the light.

"Why are you angry?" Fu Simian grabbed Zhou Shike's waist and lifted him up, "I don't care about you, why are you unhappy?"

Zhou Shike felt that the hand pinching his waist was as immovable as iron tongs.

Every time he breathes, every time his chest rises and falls, he will collide with Fu Simian's chest once.

"You don't care if I say I'm hyping up with others?" Zhou Shike tilted his head, his tone sharp.

He swore that if Fu Simian said something that didn't matter, he would beat Fu Simian up.

"No," Fu Simian replied quickly this time, "No, it doesn't matter."

"That……"

Fu Simian interrupted him, smiled, there was clearly a bit of bitterness in the smile, and a bit of helplessness, "What do you want me to say, say what I really want to say?"

"I love you, and I don't want you to be with someone else, not even the hype."

"Blind date is even worse."

"I think everyone who gets close to you will die."

The tone is lingering, like soft and clean snowflakes, like whispered love words.

"I love you, but you are free." Fu Simian was against the light, his face was in the shadow that the light could not reach, making his expression look dim.

"It's not speculation, it's just making others think that I admire him very much," Zhou Shike found that no matter when he couldn't say no to Fu Simian.

He kicked Fu Simian's calf, "Then I will allow you to be jealous now, hurry up."

He has messy hair and dissatisfied tone, like a beautiful balloon that is about to explode in the next second.

Fu Simian smiled, squeezed his chin and kissed Zhou Shike.

Zhou Shike opened his mouth obediently, he thought that after so many years, he would definitely be able to tie with Fu Simian in terms of kissing.

It turned out that he didn't even know that the sweater was being pushed up.

The young man's face didn't know whether it was blushing from embarrassment or from the heat. The base of his tongue was sore from being sucked, trembling in the mouth, and his mouth couldn't close.

Fu Simian felt that enough was enough, backed away slowly, and helped him straighten his clothes. Before Zhou Shike recovered, Fu Simian leaned over and kissed his eyes, nose, and ears, and finally pulled off the collar of his sweater and bit Zhou Shike. On the clavicle, there were shallow teeth marks.

Because of the slight numb pain, Zhou Shike came back to his senses, he lowered his eyes weakly, and raised his hand to pat Fu Simian's paw.

Fu Simian took his hand and held it in his hand, taking advantage of the situation to completely embrace him.

"Ake, I swear that every second of the rest of my life will be spent loving you." He kissed Zhou Shike's hair lightly, and love overflowed from his eyes.

Zhou Shike was startled, and after a few seconds, he slowly rested his head on Fu Simian's shoulder.

He heard Fu Simian's heartbeat.

After a few years, beyond adolescence and adolescence, his and Fu Simian's heartbeats were finally at the same frequency.

Who's to say it's not worth it?

years later.

Zhao Xu couldn't bear the company's old stuff anymore, so Fu Simian had to go back. It was too cold, and he didn't ask Zhou Shike to see him off. He went back to Jiangcheng alone, and said he would come back later.

Zhou Shike looked at Fu Simian's message "It's here, don't read it" sent by Fu Simian on WeChat, and secretly sighed, why is this a long-distance relationship?

In the afternoon, Song Guiyan said that the arrangements were made, and Xu Ran was already waiting for him in the restaurant.

Xu Ran is the new kid from that company.

Zhou Shixuan was very optimistic. I heard that Xu Ran was among the best in school, both in professional and cultural subjects. In high school, a group of photos on the day of the art test became popular on the Internet for a short time.

Zhou Shike still has to dress up well, not too perfunctory.

Zhou Shixun was in a bad mood, and he crossed his legs on the sofa. When he saw Zhou Shike coming down, he looked at him for a long time, and said twice, "Does Fu Simian know?"

"What do you think?" Zhou Shike wore a dark blue down jacket and custom-made sneakers. He wore looser and more casual jeans, because last year he was wearing slim jeans, which were taken as the goal of losing weight by netizens, and were also named the most beautiful of the year. Male legs, he doesn't think that's a man.

"Then he is really generous."

"My sister is not so boring, she just asked me to take him and use my traffic to push him to the public's attention." Zhou Shike stood at the door for a while, then went to the side silently, grabbed a pillow and smashed it on Zhou Shixun's head On, "Aren't you dying of yin and yang?"

Zhou Shixun wasn't angry either, he didn't have the energy to get angry, so he waved his hand, "Let's go, it's raining at night."

Zhou Shike drove away.

On the way, he received a WeChat message from Yang Shangchen.

[Help, think of a way, Yang Xiao is about to drink up all the wine hidden in the house, the old man’s face is getting darker every day, I think in a few days, the old man will pack Yang Xiao and send it to your house, hahaha Ha ha. ]

Zhou Shike took the time to reply while waiting for the traffic light: [Old operation. ]

The restaurant is not particularly hidden, it is said to be open-air, but now because of the cold weather, the top of the head is covered with curved glass.

The heater was turned on inside, but it was freezing outside.

Each table is separated by a curtain, and there are fake landscape houses in the middle, with gurgling water, which looks peaceful and distant.

Zhou Shike was ushered in by the waiter, and he saw Xu Ran at a glance. Xu Ran was wearing a goose-yellow sweater with thick wool hooks.

It could be seen that he was very nervous, with his hands clenched into fists and placed on his knees, looking towards the door from time to time.

With this look, he saw Zhou Shike coming in after the waiter.

No one in the company does not know Zhou Shike.

Zhou Shixuan's precious little brother has whatever resources he wants, but he has never relied on the backstage to take all the good things from him. On the contrary, his resources have always just matched his strength and status.

He never stays in the company for a long time. I heard that there are practice rooms and music rooms specially prepared for him at home. He does not pursue fame and fortune, nor does he worry about resources and contacts. In the entertainment industry, he belongs to the category that can only be viewed from a distance. .

At first he couldn't believe it when he heard that his manager was Song Guiyan, and when he heard that Zhou Shike could take him, he felt even more like a dream.

Zhou Shike sat down in front of him, seeing him in a daze, reached out and snapped his fingers in front of his eyes, "What are you thinking about?"

Xu Ran blushed, and said honestly, "I'm a little nervous."

"Look at what you want to eat." Zhou Shike pushed the menu in front of Xu Ran, "Anyway, the company pays, order whatever you want."

Xu Ran seemed to have never expected Zhou Shike to be so friendly, like an approachable big brother, but he was still a little embarrassed, "You can just order, I can eat anything."

Zhou Shike didn't like being polite to others, so he ordered a few signature dishes and drinks popular among young people, and leaned back on his chair leisurely.

During the meal, Xu Ran couldn't let go. He knew it was just a mission, and Zhou Shike was only here on a routine basis. The photographer in the distance would naturally take their pictures in a very ambiguous way.

So he never took the initiative to speak, he was afraid that Zhou Shike would think he was trying to get close.

Zhou Shike took the initiative to sandwich a piece of tempura for him, "This is delicious."

Xu Ran was flattered and said thank you repeatedly.

After the meal was over, Zhou Shike asked him, "Shall I take you back?"

Xu Ran shook his head quickly, "No, no, the company sent me a car, and I can go back by myself."

Zhou Shike raised his hand, meaning please go ahead, Xu Ran stood up and left, and he sat here without moving.

The location of the restaurant is very good. It is on the top floor. Sitting here, you can overlook the small half of Beicheng, which is completely covered by white snow, like a secret fantasy in a fairy tale world.

The phone rang.

When Zhou Shike saw the name of the caller, a smile appeared in his eyes.

"Hello, Mr. Fu?"

"Huh?" Even though it was just one word, Zhou Shike could still hear the faint dissatisfaction of that person.

"I just finished the meeting." Fu Simian could still hear the sound of flipping through the documents.

Zhou Shike yawned lazily, "I just finished eating with Xu Ran."

Fu Simian didn't speak for a long time, and after a while, he said helplessly, "I miss you."

Fu Simian rarely speaks so bluntly.

Zhou Shike's heart felt sore as if he had been punched hard by someone.

With a smile in his eyes, Zhou Shike tapped his fingers on the table, "Fu Simian, you've become clingy."

"Is it not good?" Fu Simian closed the document and asked Zhou Shike back.

After he finished speaking, he waited for a while, but he didn't wait for Zhou Shike to answer yes or no, but said hurriedly, "Wait a minute, Song Guiyan is here."

Zhou Shike spoke very fast. When he saw Song Guiyan, he remembered that as an artist, he had to inform his manager in advance when he was in a relationship so that he could prepare in advance.

"Ake, don't hang up." He whispered.

Zhou Shike hesitated for a moment, and covered the phone on the table.

Song Guiyan came over and glanced at the mobile phone on the table seemingly unintentionally, "Who are you so happy to call with?"

Zhou Shike paused, "My partner."

He didn't hide it at all, and he didn't intend to hide it from Song Guiyan, nor did he think about finding a good time to tell Song Guiyan.

Song Guiyan is no different from others, and Zhou Shike will not treat him differently.

Song Guiyan's expression froze for a few seconds. He has always been able to deal with anyone with ease, and he failed to make a sound after opening his mouth several times.

He said with a sad tone, "Is it Fu Simian?"

Zhou Shike nodded.

Otherwise who else?

Song Guiyan clasped his hands on the table, and said with a wry smile: "Ake, in fact, I like you for a little longer, but after all, feelings don't always come first, first served."

Zhou Shike turned his head to look outside, without saying a word.

Adults can't act too crazy and irrational, even Song Guiyan feels as if there is a big empty space in his heart.

In fact, he already knew that Zhou Shike and Fu Simian would reconcile, it was just a matter of time, but he always held a glimmer of hope, and since Fu Simian reappeared years ago, that glimmer of hope disappeared instantly.

"Then I'll go back to the company first, you sit down for a while." Song Guiyan smiled, got up and picked up the coat on the back of the chair, but failed to find the sleeves several times, but the waiter came to help, and his gait was awkward He left in a panic.

Zhou Shike picked up Fu Simian's call again.

"Satisfied?" Zhou Shike's tone was neither salty nor weak.

"Satisfied." Fu Simian replied concisely.

"Tch." Zhou Shike poked a plate of untouched dishes in front of him with his chopsticks, and sighed, "I'm so heartless, Mr. Song is very kind."

Fu Simian didn't speak, so he wouldn't echo Zhou Shike's compliments to others.

"I have time next week." Zhou Shike meant something, which was very meaningful.

"Brother, let me find you."

Fu Simian was stunned for a moment, his eyes were suddenly blurred, and it was like a crackling and dazzling firework exploded in his mind.

"You, what do you call me?" Even after the reconciliation, Zhou Shike never called him that, and Fu Simian never mentioned it.

The man sank into the leather sofa, raised his arms to cover his eyes, and said hoarsely, "Ake, call again."

Zhou Shike didn't care if he didn't care about it, he didn't hesitate or stingy, and yelled again generously.

"I said, brother, I will come to see you next week."

As soon as Zhou Shike finished speaking, the floor-to-ceiling windows outside Fu Simian's office scattered white patches.

Jiangcheng, which has not snowed for a long time, also ushered in a massive snowfall.