that bastard i love

"Okay, don't cry, just look at you, you don't want to lose face." Wen Gulin took the tissue on the table and wiped Zhang Min's face carelessly.

Just now on the street, Zhang Min startled him by crying suddenly. He thought something was wrong, and felt dragged and dragged Zhang Min to the restaurant.

Ashamed.

At this time Zhang Min had calmed down, leaning on the chair with red eyes, lowered his head and did not speak.

He himself didn't expect to be able to cry suddenly on the street, and he was even more embarrassed to tell Wen Gulin why he was crying.

It is impossible to say that you are suddenly sad, and then your brain twitches.

Seeing that Zhang Min didn't speak, Wen Gulin rolled his eyes, picked up the tea on the table and drank it down.

He is getting more and more confused about this dead man, what is he thinking about in his mind every day?

He didn't cry yet, but the dead man started crying.

Completely subverted the domineering president's image in his heart before, and now Zhang Min is like a little girl who has a lot of inner drama and whimpers.

Hehehe, but the counterattack still does not exist.

"Look at you, don't you want to lose face." Wen Gulin said pretending to be disgusted.

Zhang Min twitched the corner of his mouth, and gave the person in front of him a hard look: "There is no end, can you stop talking?"

"Yes, yes, I won't say anything."

Wen Gulin rolled his eyes, picked up the menu and began to order.

After a while, Zhang Min raised his head in embarrassment, and pretended to cough twice, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere.

"What's the cough, just say what you have to say." Wen Gulin said bluntly.

Zhang Min shrank back into the chair: "I didn't mean to hurt you, why are you showing face?"

"It's too bad for me to ask, it's pretty rude."

Wen Gulin said with a blue face, but he was actually grinning from ear to ear.

Fierce, no matter how fierce you are!

"Yes, yes, my mistake is okay." Zhang Min also felt a little guilty, and walked down the steps given by Wen Gulin.

He really couldn't say it.

Because it is him, we have to separate because of family reasons.

In the end, he was the most uncomfortable and hypocritical... But, what right did he have to be hypocritical?

He really... wanted to spend the rest of his life with Wen Gulin, whether it was the old Wen Gulin or the fierce Wen Gulin now.

As long as it is Wen Gulin, no matter what it looks like, he loves it.

His father asked him why he had to hang himself from a tree with a crooked neck.

He also asked himself this way, why is it just Wen Gulin, there are thousands of people who are better than Wen Gulin in the world, but why is it just Wen Gulin.

In the end, he thought over and over again, probably because, when he was the loneliest, it was Wen Gulin who gave him a little warmth.

When he was in Tibet three years ago, his face was paralyzed every day, and the tourists he was with were afraid to come up to talk to him, and he didn't want to communicate too much with other people.

But in the corner, there is always a pair of eyes staring at him anytime and anywhere. In those eyes, he seems to be some kind of rare treasure, making the owner of the eyes reluctant to look away.

It also made him feel that there was someone silently watching him, that he was not so lonely.

Therefore, the person he loves must be Wen Gulin.

No matter how good other people are, even if other people are thousands of times better than Wen Gulin, he still has to be Wen Gulin.

Because he knows that there will be no other people, like Wen Gulin, by his side, lighting up his boring world and giving him warmth.

In this world, there is never any if.

All these warmth, only Wen Gulin can give him, only Wen Gulin can!

So...it must be him.