Mr. Fu's Bai Yueguang is not good

The position next to him suddenly sank a little, but it was Fu Zechuan who lay down beside him, and he said lightly, "I just ran into an acquaintance, so I came back late, sorry."

With his back turned to him, Ji Fanfan suppressed his voice, "Which one, acquaintance?"

"A partner at work, you don't know."

Ji Fanfan's muffled voice interspersed with crying, "Zechuan... If one day, you don't like me anymore, you must, tell me..."

Fu Zechuan looked at his back with heavy eyes, and replied, "As long as you stay by my side, I will always like you, and don't mention anything else."

Ji Fanfan bit his lower lip hard to suppress his crying, so he likes him, but he doesn't want to marry him, does that mean?Or is he not ready and doesn't want to get married yet, and he needs to give him some buffer time?

And that lip print, where did he go tonight... Will there be lip prints when chatting with partners...

Ji Fanfan felt that his mind was going to explode, he didn't want to think about it, but these things penetrated into his mind all-pervasively, which made him have a splitting headache, tears wet half of the pillow like a bank burst, the palm of his hand The ring suddenly became very hot and burned his palm, but he still held it tightly and refused to let go.

Fu Zechuan didn't try to comfort him for the first time, he just hoped that he could understand what he said, and stop saying those stupid things in the future.

As for whether Ji Fanfan can accept this relationship that is only maintained by liking, Fu Zechuan thinks he will accept it. After all, Ji Fanfan is so precious to him, and he believes that he must also be devoted to him, and he will not leave. his!

He has this confidence.

They turned their backs to each other, and ended up sharing the same bed with different dreams.

Ji Fanfan didn't sleep all night, and when his tears dried up, he just stared out of the French window like a log, his eyes were empty and he lost his spirit.

At dawn, Fu Zechuan changed clothes behind him and talked to him, but he didn't respond.

Fu Zechuan walked around in front of him, grabbed his hand and pressed it to one side, and pressed one knee on the bed, forcing Ji Fanfan to face him, looking at him angrily, "Ji Fanfan, do you have to do this?"

Ji Fanfan tilted his head, his chapped lips were sickly pale, his voice was very soft, like a lost marionette, "I'm tired, I want to be alone, later."

Fu Zechuan pinched his chin forcefully, forcing his eyes to return to him, "Aren't we happy if we don't get married? You are a man, why do you care about these things!"

"So I can't care?" Ji Fanfan looked at him with heartache, bitter tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

He just wants a complete family, he just likes the little red book that binds two people together forever, what's wrong with that?

The longing and questioning in his eyes were so strong that it was impossible to ignore.

Fu Zechuan first moved his eyes away with displeasure in his heart, he stood up, and said angrily, "You stay here well, I will come back to accompany you when I am done."

The sound of the door being slammed shut echoed in the room, and the morning sunlight passed through the window, casting a bizarre afterimage in the room.

Ji Fanfan looked at the afterimage with sad eyes, letting his heartache dominate the tears that kept gathering.

He cried until he lost his strength and fell asleep again. He didn't know how long he slept, but he felt heavier and more tired when he woke up again.

His head hurts and he is dizzy, his limbs are limp and weak, and his cheeks are stained with an abnormal blush.

He looked around, but he was still alone in the room.

Disappointed, Ji Fanfan tried his best to support his weak body, and went to the bathroom to wash his face.

He looked at himself in the mirror with red eye circles and listlessness, and lightly rested his fingers on the mirror, the temperature of his fingertips quickly formed a small circle of water mist on the cold mirror.

The ring on his neck shone faintly under the reflection of the mirror.

Ji Fanfan's gloomy gaze fell on the ring that symbolizes beauty. If you don't think about some things, you can wait foolishly for a long time, but he has already thought about it...

With a shake of Ji Fanfan's hand, he wiped away the mist that had condensed on the mirror. He lowered his head and remained silent for a long time, his eyes getting moist again.

He raised his head and let out a long breath, and then took the temperature of his forehead for himself. He may have a fever after soaking in the water for so long yesterday.

The temperature on the forehead is indeed a bit hot.

Ji Fanfan walked out of the bathroom, called the front desk again, and learned that there was a thermometer and some basic medicines for cold and fever in the room.

He took his temperature and measured his temperature, which was 38.1 degrees.

Ji Fanfan boiled water, took antipyretic medicine and swallowed it with water, then lay down and rested again, waiting for the fever to subside.

He has been used to dealing with these things alone for so many years. Although he also hopes that someone can accompany him when he is vulnerable occasionally, he just wants to be quiet at this moment.

The phone's notification tone suddenly rang, Ji Fanfan looked at the phone, it was Fu Zechuan's message.

"I was too impulsive in the morning. I apologize to you. I'm sorry."

Ji Fanfan was in a mess. For the first time, he chose not to reply to his message, and put his phone aside.

He thought, just sleep, just sleep, some things might pass.

The area where the bright sunlight shines on the room gradually tilted and became smaller, as if it was scared away by an unknown monster, so that it backed away again and again.

There was a fine layer of sweat on Ji Fanfan's forehead, he slept very restlessly, his mind, which should have rested with him, was constantly dreaming disobediently, and those dreams were so strange that he felt very bad.

He woke up from the dream profusely in sweat, only to find that he was also sweating a lot, and the feeling of his clothes being wet and sticking to his skin made him feel even more uncomfortable than the dream just now.

He simply took a shower, changed his clothes, and re-measured his temperature. The temperature had dropped from 38.1 degrees to 37.5 degrees.

After doing this, he looked at his phone again, and there were two more messages in the phone.

"are you awake?"

"Why didn't you reply to my message?!"

Ji Fanfan stared at these two messages for a long time, subconsciously rubbing the necklace around his neck, and finally collected himself, and slowly typed on the dialog box, "Why did you give me a ring?"

After typing this question, he felt that it was not good to ask so bluntly, so he changed it to, "Why did you buy this necklace in the first place?"

He always believed that Fu Zechuan specially gave him this ring must have other meanings.

He thought about it, and felt that those words in the dialog box were still too pale, and finally he took off the ring on the necklace, and put it on his ring finger angrily. When he put it on, he hesitated for a while, but still put the ring on piously .

There are some words that he can't say in person, but he wants to express his attitude in this way.

His hands were thin and pale, and the blue veins on the back of his hands were clearly visible. The ring fit on his ring finger just right, and the silver-white ring shone brightly on his hand. It was very suitable and beautiful. .

He took a photo, but his fingers stayed on the green "send" button in WeChat for a long, long time.

He didn't know if it was good or bad for him to do this, but he just wanted to simply confirm one thing, to confirm that their feelings were not wishful thinking on his part.

The moment his finger pressed the "send" button, his whole heart was raised, and his fingertips were still trembling slightly due to nervousness.

Every minute and every second of waiting for a reply is particularly tormenting for him. He is looking forward to receiving news, looking forward to receiving news that will reassure him.

But there was no notification sound on the phone for a long time. He waited very anxiously, and even wondered if there was something wrong with his phone, that's why he didn't receive a reply.

He was fidgeting in the room, and even the crisp sound of the wind chime on the window sill disturbed him.

He wanted to take down this disturbing wind chime, but felt that his behavior was ridiculous.

"Ding."

The phone finally rang.

Ji Fanfan took a deep breath and picked up his phone to watch!

It's just a message pushed by an insignificant APP.

The process from anticipation to disappointment only takes a second. He hangs his hands and droops his head. He has no intention of doing anything, as if the only thing left in his world is waiting for information.

He kept checking the time, from 1 minute to 5 minutes to 10 minutes, then half an hour...

He began to doubt himself, did his behavior make Fu Zechuan even more angry, so he didn't want to reply to his messages?Or is it just that the other party just hasn't seen his message yet?

He continued to wait, watching the daylight tilt little by little, watching the hands of the clock on the wall go round and round.

Ji Fanfan took out his phone again. It had been three hours since he sent the message, but there was no new message on the chat page he was looking forward to...

He bit his lip, worked up his courage, and re-typed four words in the dialog box, "Isn't it good-looking?"

Immediately after clicking send, he threw the phone aside. He was afraid of another long wait, so he decided to find something to do for himself.

Ji Fanfan took out his thermometer again and measured his temperature. It was 37.7 degrees. The fever did not subside but rose. He took antipyretics again, and then sat in a daze while waiting for the effects of the medicine to take effect.

The circles under his eyes were burning due to the fever, and the feeling of being sick was not good. This kind of time is when people need company most and are the most vulnerable, but at this time there is still no one around him, and his heart is empty and desolate.

But he didn't want to sleep either, he didn't want to miss important information.

I don't know how long I waited until the phone's notification tone finally rang.

This time, it was really sent by the person he was waiting for!

However, there are only four simple and cold words——

"Wait for me to go back."

Ji Fanfan's hand holding the phone unconsciously exerted force, he looked at the four words motionless, "click", tears fell on the screen of the phone, right on the message.

Those words gradually faded under the dilution of tears. ?