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

"I like you too, I like you very much, and I want to be with you."

The warm breath came from the ears, warmed along the neck to the chest, and penetrated into the heart.

The square wooden table in the study still played a role that did not belong to it. Rose petals escaped from the notebook and were printed on Fu Huizhou's neck and chest.

The cold and hard tabletop, the soft sofa, the warm overhead light in the guest room, the bright white sink in the bathroom, and finally Fu Huizhou leaned against the bed and asked Qiao Zhuo to dry his hair for him.

"You're not going back to school?" Fu Huizhou pinched the belt of Qiao Zhuo's bathrobe and rubbed it in the palm of his hand, speaking generously, his eyes and brows were full of persuasion.

Qiao Zhuo turned off the hair dryer, and the harsh noise disappeared.

He rubbed Fu Huizhou's freshly dried hair, smoothed it out for him, bent down to look into his eyes, "Someone doesn't want me to go back."

The steam in the bathroom and the heat from the hair dryer, together with Qiao Zhuo's words, burned Fu Huizhou's ears red.

Qiao Zhuo was always considerate, he turned off all the lights in the room, leaving only a small night light lying on the bedside, giving Fu Huizhou room to let his emotions go.

Then he went around to the other side, hugged Fu Huizhou into his arms, and the two of them lay on the bed together to get sleepy.

But for them at this time, a peaceful sleep is a luxury, their intimacy is always like a stolen time, their love seems to have really responded to the divination that Qiao Zhuo made indiscriminately, and the external conditions are insufficient.

Mrs. Qiao's words during the day still stabbed in their hearts.

Fu Huizhou didn't know why Qiao Zhuo didn't go back with Mrs. Qiao, but he still remembered Qiao Zhuo's sigh in the porch during the day, so there was no reason for happiness.

In the past, he would never have asked, because the result can be imagined, no matter whether Qiao Zhuo said it or not, the atmosphere between them would instantly be filled with depression, and he was used to avoiding unsolvable suffering.

But not now, he seems to have become superstitious, he regards Qiao Zhuo's hexagrams as a standard, and according to the "Book of Changes", he has to show [-] points of courage to strive for [-] points of luck.

"Ah Zhuo, after going downstairs today, did you... quarrel with your mother?"

"Well, yes."

Qiao Zhuo responded sullenly, shrunk his body down, buried himself in Fu Huizhou's chest, shook his head vigorously, and pushed the collar of Fu Huizhou's bathrobe away, sticking it tightly.

"I'll take you to school tomorrow morning, and have a good class." Fu Huizhou put his hand on the back of Qiao Zhuo's neck, stroking it back and forth with his thumb, and then moved it up a few inches to touch his short stubble, "Ah Zhuo , I was wrong before, I was too anxious, from now on... let's take our time, mother is more important."

"You are important." Qiao Zhuo didn't hesitate, he pressed against Fu Huizhou's chest, facing the direction of his heart.

He could feel the frequency of Fu Huizhou's heartbeat, and Fu Huizhou was happy for his firmness.

He doesn't need Fu Huizhou to take care of the overall situation and know how to advance and retreat. He knows that Fu Huizhou is a person who has been "sensible" for too long, and he is willing to be anyone's second pick. As long as he has a position, he will not cry or make trouble.

But this time, Fu Huizhou wanted to fight for the No. [-] pick with him. This is so rare, and he is so special.He will keep the step that Fu Huizhou took with great difficulty.

He always felt that his mother was putting together an illusion called "home", and he was just a helper, but when he thought about it carefully, there was no difference between him and his mother.

Mother hints to herself every day that she is a happy woman loved by her husband, but he deceives himself every day that he is a loved child.Since his mother "cut" his hair, he has been longing for his mother's approval.

Qiao Zhuo had excellent grades since he was a child, and Mrs. Qiao never hesitated to praise her, but in fact, it was just because the life trajectory Qiao Zhuo chose coincided with the ideal child in Mrs. Qiao's heart.

A happy woman needs not only a husband who loves her, but also a sensible child, Mrs. Qiao thinks so.

Why did you give birth to a child?Because the husband expects to have a child, why is it a son? Because the husband pursues "carrying on the family line", all her actions have always been based on the husband's wishes.

She has never loved children, and she has never seen a baby girl in this world is enough proof, but Qiao Zhuo doesn't know it.

Therefore, when Qiao Zhuo deviated from what Madam Qiao thought was the correct track, the love and care given to good children disappeared instantly.

Mrs. Qiao will not reconsider the freedom of sexuality just because Qiao Zhuo is her child. When Qiao Zhuo satisfies her, then it is a favorable element for her to shape the family. When Qiao Zhuo deviates from the track, then this is the shortcoming of her perfect family.

As long as Qiao Zhuo's "illness" is not cured, he will not be Mrs. Qiao's son, these things have long been contained in every bit of life.

When he came home and entered the door, his mother looked up and was always disappointed, because it was not Qiao Jiansheng who came back.When he was sitting next to his mother, the topic never revolved around him, they were more talking about when Qiao Jiansheng would come home.Even the phone calls that he secretly made when he was living in school were all about Qiao Jiansheng giving his mother some gift.

He knew it all along, and he only admitted it today, after his mother pushed him away from her arms.

"Brother, from now on, in any situation, I will choose you."

"Me too."

Fu Huizhou turned off the night light with his backhand, and hugged Qiao Zhuo even more tightly. He had never felt so full in body and mind.

At the same time, Mrs. Qiao and Qiao Jiansheng were sitting opposite each other in the living room of Qiao's house, with a middle-aged man beside them.

He was about the same height as Qiao Jiansheng, wearing a leather jacket with obvious wear and jeans that didn't pay attention to the shape, which concealed his delicate appearance.

He had crossed his legs, and his outdated low-quality leather shoes were incompatible with everything around him. If he had to praise him, he could only praise his fashionable hairstyle.

But he didn't feel embarrassed at all. Even when he noticed Mrs. Joe's frown, he didn't stifle the cheap cigarette in his hand.

"Ah Sheng, you've been going around for so many years, so there's no need to keep tossing around, right?" He smiled angrily, tapped Qiao Jiansheng's knee with the toe of his shoe stained with dust, and leaned closer, trying to catch the loopholes in Qiao Jiansheng's expression.

"What else do you want?" Qiao Jiansheng squeezed out a few words from between his teeth. He looked straight ahead, not daring to turn his head an inch, for fear of meeting even Jiang Hao's peripheral vision.

Just a few hours ago, before Mrs. Qiao got out of the car, she saw Qiao Jiansheng in pajamas pushing a man out at the gate of her house.

It was nothing at all, but the man's clothes were very familiar to her, anxiety spread in her heart, she hurried out of the car, forgot to take her handbag, and finally saw the man's appearance clearly.

She knew this man, and he introduced himself politely to her, saying his name was Jiang Hao, then handed her a USB flash drive and turned to leave.

The more mysterious the more curious, she inserted the USB flash drive into the laptop, which was divided into three folders: voice, picture and video in an orderly manner.

After clicking on it, she understood why the man only told her the word "Jiang Hao".When she heard Qiao Jiansheng spit out the word Jiang Hao, she felt extremely disgusted, even more disgusting than the content of the video and pictures.

What's even more disgusting is that the time span of the document is extremely large, older than Qiao Zhuo's age.

At that time, she went to Qiao Jiansheng's company to question and cut off Qiao Zhuo's hair. After receiving Qiao Jiansheng's guarantee, she subjectively sealed up the unbearable memories, and the U disk sank into the bottom of an unknown lake. Qiao's family "restored" to perfection. look.

The memory flashed back, and the warm illusion that Qiao Zhuo had shattered was completely shattered by Jiang Hao's appearance at this moment. After a chaotic dispute, the three finally calmed down and sat down in the living room.

"Mr. Jiang, please get out of my house." Mrs. Qiao brushed her messy hair behind her ears, straightened her back, and tried her best to show who was the master of the house.

"Ma'am." Jiang Hao looked at her with a smile, and leaned back on the sofa, "Don't be arrogant, speaking of it, you are just... one of the third parties between Ah Sheng and me for so many years. "

"You...you shut up! My family doesn't welcome you, please go out." Mrs. Qiao barely maintained her composure. From just now, Jiang Hao kept telling her about his past with Qiao Jiansheng, but Qiao Jiansheng was speechless and acquiesced.

"You are not welcome in the relationship between me and Asheng." Jiang Hao was very proud.

"Don't make up any more nonsense, Jiansheng and I have been married for more than 20 years, and we are married!" Mrs. Qiao finally couldn't bear it anymore. She felt her heart beating faster and faster, and everything in front of her eyes began to shake. Only Jiang Hao The face that disgusted her was extremely clear.

She heard Jiang Hao ask her, does Ah Sheng love you?

For more than 20 years, she only heard the name "Asheng" from Qiao Jiansheng's parents when they were alive. Jiang Hao needless to say, just this name is enough to make her heartache.

She thought about Jiang Hao's question uncontrollably, does her husband love her?

Her husband would come home every night, make love to her, make her happy, take her on trips.She can receive small gifts from her husband every now and then.

"He loves me!" Mrs. Qiao told Jiang Hao in her loudest voice.

"Really? After you successfully gave birth to your son, did he still do it to you?"

So Mrs. Qiao was speechless, her neck mechanically turned to Qiao Jiansheng, and Qiao Jiansheng just covered his face with his hands and shrugged.

She was not reconciled, and asked Qiao Jiansheng how much you love me, husband, and tell him quickly.

Qiao Jiansheng still didn't say a word.

She felt something collapsed in her head, her vision was dim, and Jiang Hao was still chattering.

He talked about how Qiao Jiansheng loved someone when he was a student, and how Qiao Jiansheng copied his love when he was a middle-aged man. Finally, he mentioned the USB flash drive and said that Qiao Jiansheng had no interest in women at all.

As soon as the word U disk was mentioned, Mrs. Qiao felt that her ears had started to ring. She wanted to call Jiang Hao a disgusting homosexual, but she remembered that she had said this during the day.

Her husband and son turned her stomach.

She was no longer young, and couldn't bear the continuous stimulation. When her eyes and ears isolated her from the outside world, she could only feel the dull pain of landing on the back of her head.

Dizzy, she fell asleep, and when she woke up, the surroundings were all white, and there were beautiful fruits on the bedside table, but there was no Qiao Jiansheng beside the bed.

"Mom! I'm going to call the doctor."

Qiao Zhuo was coming in from the door, put down his water glass and left in a hurry, he ran so fast that he didn't notice the confused eyes of his mother behind him.

Mrs. Qiao was dumbfounded, and she spoke slowly in the direction where Qiao Zhuo was leaving, "Have you seen my husband?"