chase a hammer

Du Hang squinted his eyes, staring at Wu Chu's little lover and walked into the elevator with the boy beside him. Before he took a few steps forward, the elevator door was closed.

The moment the door was closed, the man behind the bodyguards in the elevator looked indifferent. His slender wrists were tied with gemstone buttons, and his tall and straight body was wrapped in a docile and expensive suit. He looked up with extremely cold eyes.

With An Jing Jing standing behind Wu Chu, when An Jing looked harmless, he was a completely different person.

Du Hang picked up the cigarette and stared at the closed elevator door with a cold light, thinking of something, a smile appeared on his lips, and lazily exhaled the cigarette.

This idiot Wu Chu has more than one green hat on his head.

When he returned to the private room, Du Hang pinched his cigarette, put his hands on the sofa, turned his head slightly to look at the young masters around him and said, "Wu Chu's little lover, do you still remember?"

A young man who was a little bit drunk laughed and said, "Just that poor student who looks amazing? I remember, why don't I remember..."

Du Hang put his long legs on the glass table in front of him, leaned his head slightly on the sofa, and said lazily, "Poor student..."

Thinking of the indifferent look in the man's eyes before the elevator closed, Du Hang sneered, with a hint of sarcasm.

Under the skin, it is not certain whether it is a human or a ghost.

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In the low-key and luxurious car, the black-haired young man with a handsome face seemed a little shy and nervous, sitting in the car with his head slightly lowered.

The air conditioner in the car was fully turned on, and the man beside him turned his head to look at him, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Did the people inside make things difficult for you?"

The boy raised his head and whispered, "No, Mr. Shen, you showed up in time..."

Shen Qiuze turned his head to look at the side face of the shy boy beside him, the phalanges crossed in front of his abdomen gradually turned white, and his face was filled with a trembling trance.

so similar.

No matter how many times I watch it, it's all too similar.

The facial features and facial expressions are like the deep sea, and the fragments of memories gradually emerging in the intoxication are flickering in the light bit by bit, tightening the heart, and the uncontrollable trembling climbs up the man's back inch by inch.

The look of the head down, the look of the side face, as if the person next to him will raise his head in the warm sunlight in a second, and call him with a smile: "Qiu Ze."

That deep sea is a deep sea that people can willingly indulge in.

Shen Qiuze's thin lips moved, and he stared intently at the person beside him, with a bit of madness in his suppressed eyes.

so similar.

Almost like a sigh, a bewitching voice quietly emerged from the bottom of Shen Qiuze's heart, telling him in a low voice that he would never find such a similar substitute in his life.

Looking at Zhang Huaiyuan's anxious look beside him, Shen Qiuze slightly bent his lips, and said hoarsely: "It's fine, I'm afraid you... something like that day will happen again."

After Zhang Huaiyuan heard this, his eyes were filled with guilt. He subconsciously looked at the man's wrist. There were hideous scald marks faintly spreading under the flesh of the man's expensive jewel button cuff.

It was left by Shen Qiuze who blocked the boiling hot pot soup for him that day.

Zhang Huaiyuan said cautiously: "Mr. Shen, thank you very much that day..."

If Shen Qiuze hadn't appeared in time that day, the whole pot of boiling hot pot soup would have been poured on him instead of only scalding his arm like Shen Qiuze did.

But Zhang Huaiyuan is just a part-time student, and he doesn't know why this man with an unusual status protects him everywhere.

There was a bit of tenderness in Shen Qiuze's dark eyes, and his usual indifferent face softened. He tilted his head, stared at Zhang Huaiyuan, the black-haired boy in front of him, smiled and said, "It's good that you're fine."

Zhang Huaiyuan was stunned, the man beside him who was staring at him had a cold demeanor and an extremely handsome face, but at this moment there was a smile in his eyes, and he tilted his head to watch him quietly.

Those gazes were as gentle as if they were looking at some kind of lost treasure, and they were like feathers floating down from the clouds, floating softly on people's hearts.

Shen Qiuze quietly looked at Zhang Huaiyuan beside him as if he had caught his gaze, pursed his lips and avoided, he slightly bent his lips and said, "I happened to pass by too."

"The last time I heard that you were a freshman in S? How did you come to go to college so far away?"

The handsome boy paused for a moment, lowered his head and smiled a little embarrassedly: "S University has a major I want to study."

Shen Qiuze looked at the boy's fair neck and thought of Zhang Huaiyuan's information. With his fingertips resting on the leather seat, he said in a low voice: "That's a coincidence, I also study at S University."

"If you need any help in the future, just come to me."

The car stopped at the side of the road smoothly, the street lights were dim, the driver in front opened the door respectfully, Shen Qiuze tilted his head and his lips slightly raised, he looked at the boy who seemed to be hesitant and said, "Go back."

Just as Zhang Huaiyuan took a hesitant step, he turned his head, hesitated for a while, and finally mustered up the courage to say cautiously: "Mr. Shen, did someone entrust you to take care of me?"

Was it the man from the Wu family who finally discovered his existence and felt guilty, so he entrusted someone to take care of him?

The man sat on the back seat and said quietly: "No."

Zhang Huaiyuan's eyes suddenly dimmed, and he forced a smile on his face and muttered: "Is that so..."

The man in the car had deep eyes. He smiled and said in a low voice: "Don't worry, it should be yours in the future, and it will always be yours."

"Don't be too impatient."

He slightly leaned over and raised his hand to leave the other boy's forehead hair, coaxing like a whisper in a lover's room: "Don't worry."

Zhang Huaiyuan froze on the spot, his face turned pale, his lips trembled and he said reluctantly, "What did you say... I don't know..."

Shen Qiuze didn't speak, but smiled and said: "It's nothing, go back, pay attention to safety."

Zhang Huaiyuan forced a smile, then grasped the strap of the backpack in a bit of embarrassment, pursed his lips and pretended to be calm, but he could vaguely see a hurry, and left in a hurry.

The black car was parked on the side of the road, it was a remote neighborhood, the street lights were dimly lit, and there were a few moths around the lampshade.

Shen Qiuze was sitting on the back seat, the car door was slightly open, he played with the metal lighter with his eyes lowered, and said to the driver standing on the door in a low voice: "It looks very similar, doesn't it?"

The driver hesitated for a moment and said, "It's really similar."

Even he almost thought it was the resurrection of the dead, let alone Shen Qiuze. After seeing Zhang Huaiyuan, he lost his composure on the spot and splashed his drink.

Shen Qiuze leaned slightly on the car seat, his so-called Shuli face seemed to be immersed in some kind of illusory trance: "It's very similar to..."

In a way, it's almost identical.

He smiled slightly, tilted his head and said slowly: "When I saw him, I thought he was back."

The maddening illusory thoughts gnawed at his heart bit by bit, the man smiled and said in a low voice: "No matter what he wants this time, I will give it to him."

As long as he's still by his side.

He will never find anyone more like him than Zhang Huaiyuan in his life.

Of all the gadgets he collected with great effort, none of them resembled Zhang Huaiyuan's face.

As long as he has this face, no matter what Zhang Huaiyuan wants, he will help him get it one by one.

As long as he holds this face by his side.

There were faint flames jumping on the fingertips, amidst the flickering shadows, Shen Qiuze thought of something, his fingertips stopped suddenly, his eyelashes drooped, and he pinched out the jumping flames.

The tree shadows in the remote neighborhood swayed slightly, Zhang Huaiyuan, who was carrying a bag, had a pale face, gritted his teeth almost with a little panic, thinking about the meaningful words of the man in the car just now.

He is a child of the Wu family, and only he and Wu's father knew about this matter from beginning to end.

All his information showed that he was an orphan, his parents died, and he lived with his parents' friends since he was a child.

Even though he could get the money given by Wu's father, he was not qualified to appear in the Wu family from the beginning to the end.

Thinking of this, Zhang Huaiyuan had deep resentment in his eyes. He was almost full of jealousy and thought, why is he a child of the Wu family, but he is the only one who lives like a dirty mouse in a stinking ditch.

Why is he the only one who admires and looks up at the lives of the two young masters of the Wu family like discarded trash.

Why?

So he worked hard and ambitiously to get into S city where Wu's family is located, and planned to appear in front of Wu's father step by step.

He will use all means to climb up desperately to erase the humiliation he has suffered since he was a child. He wants to be a master, he wants to blend into that luxurious circle, and even more so, he wants to be the envied Wu Wu. Young Master.