After the divorce, he was entangled by the little wolf dog

"Xue Ke, Yuanyuan is going to kill the baby in her stomach, let me go with her."

"You have already broken up, why are you still in touch?"

About two months ago.

That day when Fu Huizhou went home to see his mother, Zhang Yan took Xue Ke to have dinner with Qiao Zhuo. Not long after he learned that Yuanyuan had cheated on him, he was depressed, got drunk and was taken away by Xue Ke.

In his vague memory, he was carried by Xue Ke and walked a long way before entering the room. Although the decoration of the house was old, it didn't look like a dormitory.

In the middle of the night, he felt hot all over, and his lips seemed to be sucked.The heavy head made him unable to distinguish Jinxi from He Xi, and he suddenly thought that he was dating Yuanyuan, so he obediently let the person who couldn't see his face take off his clothes and made more excessive behaviors.

When he woke up the next day, the dizziness and nausea from the hangover tried to glue his eyes together, and the dim indoor light gave rise to his laziness. He wanted to stretch, but he felt something weird in his body. Everything behind is very unusual.

If the picture in his mind could be transformed into form, he thought that a thunderbolt would have struck behind him.

It wasn't Yuanyuan who was entangled with him yesterday, not even a woman!

What did Xue Ke do?Xue Ke sold him?Xue Ke, are you so fucking short of money? ! !

His heartbeat became very fast, but his whole body was limp and unable to stand up. Only now did he barely open his eyes and see the house clearly.

The decoration is very outdated, the color of the floor tiles reveals the rusticity of 40 years ago, the surface of the furniture is obviously yellowed, and there are dusty spider webs on the ceiling.

He struggled to get up, and the quilt covering his body was like an old-fashioned quilt stitched by an old man at home.And it wasn't morning when he woke up, the source of the dim light was the light bulb dropped above his head, emitting a dim yellow light.

Although out of season, inexplicably feel warm.

"Hey! Keke...Is anyone there! Xue Ke! Who else is it!"

My throat is a bit dry, and I can't speak after shouting a few times. Could it be that I sang bel canto when I was drunk?

There were footsteps outside the door, he looked over, the person coming was not in a hurry, he leaned on the door frame to look at him, and put the cigarette in his hand behind his back.

Xue Ke's face was hidden behind the light and the expression could not be seen clearly, "Do you want to talk to your ex-girlfriend? Or keep it from her?"

Zhang Yan's chest rose and fell, he knew it, and he had suspected it a long time ago.

"You actually like Yuanyuan, don't you? In order to take her away, you actually...you treat me like a brother! I still...cough cough, I also lend you money!"

"..." Xue Ke walked over holding a cigarette, and without warning, poked the cigarette end on Zhang Yan's collarbone and crushed it.

Stimulated by the high temperature, Zhang Yan retreated violently, and vigorously swung Xue Ke's hand away. The cigarette butt fell to the ground, temporarily leaving a deep red mark on his collarbone.

"Whether she is round or flat, I'm not interested in her." Xue Ke crushed the unburned cigarette butts on the floor, barefoot.Neither the heat nor the pain could arouse his emotions, "But she is in the living room now, do you want to talk to her?"

"What!?" Zhang Yan had no time to question and get angry, and he didn't even have time for him to ask the ins and outs of the matter, "Why is Yuanyuan here? How can I see her now? Xue Ke, you are so annoying It's..."

Physical discomfort and helplessness in the face of multiple emergencies, Zhang Yan covered his face with his hands and dragged his heavy head, and wiped his face in silence for a while. He felt that he should tell Yuanyuan the truth first, depending on Yuanyuan's attitude. .

But Xue Ke's unwavering voice brought him another bomb, "She was there when I hugged you just now, and she was the audience in the second half."

"What..." Zhang Yan's eyes widened, and he swore that his ups and downs in the past 20 years could not compare to the ups and downs in just a few minutes.He raised his head to meet Xue Ke's eyes, and saw a smile on Xue Ke's dead face strangely.

"Or should I call her in?"

"I'm already in."

Zhang Yan quickly turned his head and looked towards the door. It was already autumn, and Yuanyuan was still wearing a long white dress and delicate makeup. She looked at him with a little more disgust, "Zhang Yan, you seamlessly connect with men... Have you cheated a long time ago? Then you have to pay me for mental damage."

"Yuanyuan, I don't know what's going on! I was drunk, and then..."

"I don't care if you get drunk or not! Take the money, hurry up."

"Yuanyuan, we agreed to raise a baby together—"

"It's not yours. Is it your turn to raise it? Hurry up and take the money and let me go. I feel sick when I see you!"

"Yuanyuan?" These words touched Zhang Yan's nerves, and the humble begging expression on his face disappeared, replaced by unconcealable disappointment.

Zhang Yan wasn't born a low-spirited person. He wore a cuckold hat and abused and exploited, but he wanted to "enshrine" the goddess he had so hard to chase after.

He has been someone else's pistachio since he was a child, or a clown, and he still maintains his own nature when he goes to college, using himself as a nourishment to export jokes.

Girls will treat him as a joke, he will always be a buffoon in the life circle, like his first love in high school, the response he got is still fresh in his memory: Are you chasing me?It's funny, not disgusting.

Pursuing Yuanyuan was the most courageous decision he had made since college. Although Yuanyuan's friends still regarded him as a buffoon and a joke, he didn't care because Yuanyuan never said that.

Clown, disgusting.This is the watershed for him to judge good guys and bad guys.

It is his nature to bring happiness to others, but this does not mean that it is effortless. Anyone who has emptied himself and dedicated to others is trampled on the soles of his feet, and everyone feels chilling.