Days dominated by wife-watching demons

Ge Zijie didn't leave, and told the driver to pull over and park the car, leaning back against the chair and waiting for the time to pass.

The lighting was turned off by herself, and the darkness made the quiet and narrow space look a little scary, but Ge Zijie liked this feeling, which gave her time to think about what she should do next.

Facing the favorite thing that doesn't want to let go, what method can be used to keep her firmly by her side? There may be many overbearing and direct methods, but she is fascinated by the delicate and vivid vitality of the flowers, so she can only pretend to be a tender gardener. Crushed the terrible impulsive desire into a little bit of patience to fertilize and water.

Glancing at the colorful bar signboard, Ge Zijie smiled, feeling sad for his positionless possessiveness.

The alarm goes off at eleven o'clock, and lurking beasts haunt the night.

Stepping into the door of the bar with short boots on, Ge Zijie scanned the place with his eyes, but did not find the figure in his memory. She went straight to the bar counter, where the proprietress was half leaning on the table talking and laughing with the guests.

"Hello." Ge Zijie bent his index finger and tapped on the table, "Did you see a girl with light blonde hair, white clothes and black pants, and very fair skin?"

The sound like a bell hammer has a sense of presence. The proprietress has to face Ge Zijie. Unlike other guests, she does not have a smile on her face. Coupled with the business-like tone just now, those who didn't know thought it was JC who came looking for trouble.

"An Jing?" The proprietress read out the name accurately, "I saw her being helped by Ge Han to the toilet just now, she must have drunk too much..."

Before she could speak, a black shadow flickered in front of her eyes, and when she looked again, the cold-faced woman had disappeared from her eyes.

"It's okay." Ge Han helped An Jing stand up, and passed by the bar to the bathroom away from the sound of music.

An Jing felt her palm on her shoulder was hot, and pushed it away with a little discomfort, "Ge Han, I don't go to the bathroom, I have to go back."

Ge Han squeezed Kong Luoluo's right hand, stretched her out again, grabbed An Jing and pulled her back, "Answer me a question, and I'll let you go back."

An Jing flicked her wrists, but found that Ge Han's strength was stronger than expected, so she simply gave up struggling and leaned her back against the cold wall to radiate her hot body temperature. She closed her eyes and said, "Ask."

"Does my sister like you?"

It was the first time An Jing saw Ge Han's serious eyes, but the question she asked was too absurd in An Jing's eyes, "It's impossible for the director to like me."

"What about you." Ge Han moved closer to her, "You don't feel anything about her, do you?"

The blood in the pulse was swimming violently, An Jing took a deep breath, suppressed the trembling in her chest, and said seriously: "Ge Han, how can asking these questions help you? Just now you said it was just a question, and I answered it. Let me go."

"How can it help me..." Ge Han lowered his head and let out a low laugh, with some sarcasm, "Can't you see, I fucking like you, I want to like you like that!"

There was a madness in Ge Han's eyes that made An Jing feel strange, and An Jing looked back at her quietly, as usual.

"Ge Han, you are the one who got drunk."

"I?"

Ge Han tightened the strength in her hands, An Jing's wrists were reddened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her wrist bones were dull and painful. She lowered her eyes and saw Ge Han's other trembling hand clenched into a fist beside her. speak out.

The first time she interacted with Ge Han was in the studio. She practiced until late and left, just in time to see Ge Han sitting alone on the stairs waiting for someone.

She turned her back to An Jing, her whole face was stuffed in her arms, and she occasionally let out low sobs. An Jing seldom meddled in other things, but remembering that she was Ji Yuan's friend, she turned around and said something , "Ji Yuan didn't come today."

Ge Han raised his head when he heard the voice, his eyes were red and swollen, "Why is she like this! She agreed to invite me to dinner."

An Jing didn't expect this person to cry like that one second, and howl and start swearing at others the next second. Emotional people are really fickle.

"Then I... go first."

"Wait." Ge Han grabbed the corner of her clothes, looked up at An Jing with a pitiful look, "Why don't you treat me to dinner."

An Jing is still rushing to work, and more importantly... "I have no money."

"I was kicked out by my parents and didn't eat breakfast or lunch."

"...Would you like a sandwich? There is a convenience store downstairs."

So An Jing exchanged seven and a half yuan for Ge Haner's 10-minute scolding talk show. Very detailed complaints.

But An Jing didn't know until a long time later that the annoying spirit in Ge Han's mouth was Ge Zijie with a paralyzed face all day long.

"Do you know why I have to pester you?" Ge Han smiled, and continued, "Because you are the only one who cares about me."

An Jing silently withdrew the hand that was about to pat Ge Han's shoulder to comfort her, but actually...she didn't think the seven and a half yuan could show much concern.

"Why did you even choose her?" Ge Han didn't seem shrewd enough on the surface, but he would never use a rough attitude to deal with people and things he cared about.

An Jing's gaze has been following Ge Zijie, how could she not find out, behind the loss, she recalled that her parents neglected her, and it was the same, everyone's eyes were attracted by that luminous body, only she huddled in the dark corner , pretending to be cheerful and finally giving up on himself.

Hearing that Ge Han's voice was a little hoarse, An Jing raised her eyes and found that her eyes were red and there was still a little sparkle in her eyes, she looked as pitiful as she was in the studio that day.

An Jing felt that her brain might be malfunctioning. At this point, she was still thinking about how Ge Han came to this conclusion.

She obviously never mentioned Ge Zijie's name once.

"Why don't you talk!" Ge Han, who didn't get a response, quickly rose to a height, and slapped the wall beside An Jing's ear, "Can't I?"

"..." There was a buzzing in An Jing's ears, she didn't even have the time to think about what Ge Han said.

"An Jing—oh!"

One hand covered the mouth of Ge Han, who was in a drunken frenzy, from behind, and instantly pulled her away. An Jing, who was free of shackles, felt that even the air around her became fresh. eyes to see.

The man was wearing an elegant and exquisite wrist watch. An Jing had seen it countless times before, so she blurted out the owner's name in an instant: "Director..."

Ge Han, whose mouth was covered, writhed wildly like a fish out of water. Behind her, Ge Zijie's expression was cold, and he turned a blind eye to her blushing face. They were all folded and fixed behind her back, and then she was handed over to the bar owner standing behind her.

"Take her back to her seat, please."

The proprietress who 'kindly' showed Ge Zijie the way just now smiled and took Ge Han who was unconscious, "I will tell Miss Ge's friends to send her home safely."

"Well, it's troublesome." After solving a problem, Ge Zijie sighed, and squatted down to An Jing who was sitting on the ground, "An Jing, get up and go home."

An Jing's light-colored hair became almost transparent under the light, she raised the corners of her mouth for the first time, smiled cutely, and then stretched out her two arms to Ge Zijie.

Ge Zijie held her hand, and before he could feel the hot temperature of her skin, An Jing's limbs were glued to the suction cups with octopus feet, her arms wrapped around her neck, and her slender legs stretched across her. On the crotch, hugged her tightly.

Moist hot air sprayed on the side of the neck, and then a soft voice pressed against the ear, "I want to sleep..."

This kind of An Jing is not common at ordinary times, she is always used to keep a distance from the people around her, afraid of causing trouble to others and getting into trouble, especially when she is around Ge Zijie, as if she is afraid of violating some taboo, Be careful with every action.

But now, she clings to Ge Zijie with a soft voice like a pet cat who hasn't seen its owner all day.

If this was a dream, she would rather that tomorrow morning never came.

Not willing to push her away, Ge Zijie stretched out his hand to lift the hair covering her face, kneading the back of her neck to comfort her, "Sleep when you're sleepy."

Like a pet that has been tamed, An Jing leaned her face on Ge Zijie's shoulder and squinted her eyes in this unrefined posture, and refused to move when she got in the car. Ge Zijie tried several times but failed to break her hand, so she had to let She rests on herself in the koala position like this.

The noisy voices around her were blocked out, and the quiet and closed space in the car gave An Jing a gap in her head to think. In a daze, the conversation just now resurfaced again. No matter how much she tried to ignore it, she couldn't erase it. The presence.

"Ge Han said... I like you." An Jing's voice was full of doubts. She turned her head and looked at Ge Zijie's side face. on, "Do I like it?"

Ge Zijie looked down at her, the girl's eyebrows furrowed in distress, but her gaze became bolder when she looked at herself. In the past, An Jing always looked at her cautiously, and when she looked at her, she immediately retracted like a hedgehog poked by a finger, but This time she was the one who took the initiative to test.

"But I don't know what it's like to like." An Jing seemed to have a uncomfortable voice, she scratched her neck with her hands, leaving a few red marks, "Has the director ever liked anyone else?"

"Don't grab it." Ge Zijie took An Jing's hand away so that she couldn't hurt himself any more, took out a bottle of water from behind the seat, unscrewed it and handed it over, "Drink less next time if you don't drink well."

An Jing put her mouth directly on the mouth of the bottle, and drew water with Ge Zijie's hand. Her fiery throat was moistened by ice water and finally felt better. Then she rubbed the tip of her nose against Ge Zijie's hand, and her lips were stained crystal clear by the water. Open, put one of Ge Zijie's index fingers in.

As if savoring some sweet candy, her soft tongue touched every sensitive cell of Ge Zijie's fingertips.

The water bottle fell from Ge Zijie's hand, which was powerless, and hit her leg. The remaining water gushed out from the open bottle mouth, soaking their clothes thoroughly.

Both sides did not move, and let the last drop of water drain from the bottle before An Jing spoke again.

"I'm very distressed." She said the pain, but the black pupils were unbelievably bright, the wet single clothes were stuck to the skin, and the open neckline was white and dazzling collarbone.

She bit Ge Zijie's wrist with her front teeth, and her merciless force caused the intact skin to be broken, and bright blood flowed out. This smear of red was the only eye-catching color in her blurred vision.

An Jing's tone was slightly accusatory, and she didn't know where she had the courage to say, "Why do you do such a strange thing to me." Standing up, she pressed her fingertips on her chest, "Sometimes there are I shrink back and forth, as if I can't breathe, I feel so uncomfortable."