Did Not Say Anything About My Feelings

At night, the street lamps stretched the figure of the man very long. He put his coat on his shoulder with one hand and walked slowly on the street.

It was still very cold in Harbin. He didn't wear much, and he looked thinner when he took off his coat.

After a long time, he took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Brother Wen'er, I didn't drive your car. I left the car key with the doorman. Remember to get it tomorrow. ... I won't go back to the hotel, I'm going for a walk outside, I don't need the car."

Hang up the phone, stand at the intersection and wait for the red light.Only then did Wang Jiulong feel a little cold. He put on his coat, rubbed his hands, and put them in his pockets.

"Hey! Dude!"

Wang Jiulong turned his head and stared coldly at the hand patted on his shoulder.

"You want to run after beating someone?" The man's ruffian tone rang in his ears.

Wang Jiulong gritted his teeth, looked up to the sky and sighed.

This girl's face is really thicker than the city wall!

Wang Jiulong turned around and was about to open his mouth. Fan Xinhai behind him subconsciously took a step back and looked at him warily: "I tell you, although I can't beat you, don't go too far!"

Wang Jiulong looked at him amusedly: "Am I too much? It seems to be your Fan Boss who is too much?"

Fan Xinhai snorted and ran his fingers through his golden hair: "In front of love, there is no such thing as excessive."

Putting one hand in his pocket, Wang Jiulong patted the back of his head with the other, sighing with a headache.

This man's brain circuit is too clear, to put it bluntly, he is naive, Wang Jiulong really doesn't want to say anything to him.

"Do you have anything else? I'm leaving."

After speaking, he turned and crossed the road.

But who knows that Fan Xinhai behind him followed him again.

After walking for a while, Wang Jiulong suddenly stopped.

Fan Xinhai followed him and stopped.

Wang Jiulong turned around and looked at him.

Fan Xinhai scratched his eyebrows, and said indifferently: "What's the matter? The road is not driven by your family, so I can go wherever I want!"

Wang Jiulong stared at him for a while with a half-smile, and Fan Xinhai got a little hairy from his stare.

After a long silence, Wang Jiulong raised his arm suddenly, and Fan Xinhai almost subconsciously protected his face.

Wang Jiulong lowered his arms and said with a sneer, "You are more resistant to beating than Zhang Jiuling."

Fan Xinhai put down his hands annoyedly, and sneered, "We'll see!"

After finishing speaking, he wiped the wet blood from the corner of his mouth, patted the ashes on his body, pointed to Wang Jiulong provocatively, then turned and left.

Wang Jiulong was too lazy to argue with him, and left without looking back.

Back at the hotel, Zhang Jiuling walked into the dormitory from the balcony, held a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers, saw him come back, and asked lightly, "Why did you go? You came back so late?"

Wang Jiulong twisted his neck left and right, took off his coat, and fell on the bed.

"When I came out, I met a sand sculpture and fought with him."

Zhang Jiuling frowned: "Are you crazy? Fighting with others at the gate of Deyun Club?!"

Wang Jiulong rubbed his temples and didn't speak.

Zhang Jiuling paused for a moment, then asked: "...Or just hit him?"

Wang Jiulong half-opened his eyes, glanced at him, and snorted: "What do you think?"

Zhang Jiuling raised his eyebrows, he knew without asking...

"Who is that sand sculpture?"

"Rival."

Zhang Jiuling thought for a while, "Is that the rich second generation?"

"Ah."

"I said buddy, what do you think when you fight in front of the Deyun Club? Are you not afraid of being photographed?"

"I can't take pictures. At that time, I signed at the front door."

Wang Jiulong got up and changed into his slippers, then took off his shirt, took the towel and went into the bathroom.

Zhang Jiuling took a puff of cigarette helplessly, then extinguished the shaking head in the ashtray.

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Ling Pan finished reading at night, and after tidying up, he lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open, unable to fall asleep no matter what.

It was past twelve o'clock, and Wang Jiulong hadn't called or sent her a WeChat message yet, so she was a little puzzled.

She picked up her mobile phone and called Wang Jiulong...

Wang Jiulong came out of the bathroom in his pajamas and wiped his hair with a dry towel.

A few people gathered around to play games. Zhang Jiuling heard the ringtone and said to him, "Da Nan, your call is probably from your little wife."

Wang Jiulong smiled: "Fuck you!"

Picking up the mobile phone by the bedside and looking at it, the corners of his mouth raised involuntarily.When I came to the balcony, I put my hands on the railing and answered the phone with a smile: "Hello?"

"What are you doing dear?"

Wang Jiulong raised his eyebrows: "I just took a shower."

Ling Pan turned over, smiled sweetly, and said, "I just finished reading the book."

"Ah."

Ling Pan frowned: "Is there nothing you want to tell me?"

Wang Jiulong chuckled, "What did you say?"

"Did Fan Xinhai go to see your cross talk show?"

Wang Jiulong frowned slightly: "...how do you know?"

"He sent me your video."

"Ah."

Listening to his lukewarm tone, Ling Pan asked cautiously, "What did he tell you?"

"I didn't say anything, I just punched him."

"..."

He should be the only one who can remain calm after hitting someone...

Listening to her silence for a long time, Wang Jiulong jokingly asked, "What's wrong? Do you feel distressed?"

"I feel sorry for your hand."

Wang Jiulong smiled brightly and nodded with satisfaction: "Well, I like this answer very much."

Ling Pan rolled his eyes and said, "Sometimes he really deserves a beating."

Looking at the night view of the city, Wang Jiulong felt that the wind was a bit cold, but he didn't care.

He asked, "Pan'er."

"Ok?"

"I can't live without you now."