male god is not easy to chase

Yuan Zheng noticed that Jiang Peifeng's emotions were out of control, so he took a step back and slowed down his tone and said, "I didn't mean that, I just want you to think about this matter again..."

"I've thought about it," Jiang Peifeng interrupted him bluntly, "I promise that from now on I will never bother you again, never appear in front of you again, and never make you feel intrusive again. Alright, you can go now .”

"I didn't mean that!" Yuan Zheng was forced by Jiang Peifeng, and his voice suddenly raised, "I just hope you think about your parents more, can you stop being emotional?!"

"You don't want to go, right? I'll go." Jiang Peifeng was unusually calm. He turned around and unplugged the data cable of his mobile phone and went out. Fortunately, he still remembered to bring the charger with him at this time.

Seeing Jiang Peifeng walking towards the door without hesitation, Yuan Zheng was so angry that his liver ached.

He quickly caught up, hugged Jiang Peifeng by the waist, and fell on the bed by the door, "Calm down, please!"

Jiang Peifeng's chin collided seamlessly with the hard bed, and the pain was so painful that he almost burst into tears.

Jiang Peifeng buried his head on the thin sheet without moving, not even having the strength to move.

Yuan Zheng heard the dull impact, and realized that he had hit harder, and rushed over to break Jiang Peifeng's face, "Where is the knock, does it hurt? Let me have a look."

Jiang Peifeng avoided Yuan Zheng's hand and buried his face in the quilt beside him.

Yuan Zheng stretched out his hand reluctantly, "I'll just take a look, if it's broken, I'll go buy some medicine for you."

It is estimated that Yuan Zheng didn't know how gentle his tone was when he said this, which caused another heavy blow to Jiang Peifeng's already injured heart.

Jiang Peifeng shrank into the bed, and after a while, he said softly: "You go, let me be quiet."

"I......"

"you go."

This time Yuan Zheng didn't speak again, Jiang Peifeng could feel him standing by the bed for a long time before opening the door and leaving.

After the door was closed, Tianxin, who was scared to the side by the quarrel between the two, finally ran over timidly, and got into Jiang Peifeng's arms and cheeks.

It is not enough to get the head in, but the whole body must be retracted.

Sweetheart's hair is very soft, rubbing against Jiang Peifeng's skin is very comfortable.Jiang Peifeng, who was broken in love, finally got some comfort, and said in his heart: "At least the son I raised is obedient, but his own father is not a thing."

As for himself, he can only be regarded as sweetheart's adoptive father at best.

Jiang Peifeng lay dead on the bed, feeling uncomfortable all over, wishing to find something for himself to do.

Anyway, the class would not be on, so he simply moved the computer to the bed and put it on the table.

Facing the computer, he said to himself that he must fill up his empty mind.

But for a while I didn't know what to do.

He started flipping through old photos aimlessly.

When looking through the photos, I saw the black and white photos taken before. There were abandoned wooden houses, and the reeds could not be seen in the vast expanse of whiteness.

Black and white pixels can add a personal dark feeling.

Jiang Peifeng then wanted to make some photos of the Diablo series.

Diablo series?Well, why not take a picture of yourself.

He doesn't take selfies very much, and there are a few photos that are ID photos. He gestured at the photos a few times to find his own angle, but after searching around, he found that there were no photos he wanted.

Helpless, I had to go downstairs to buy a selfie stick.

Jiang Peifeng pulled out his cell phone and was about to go out, but found that his key could not be found.He carefully recalled that Yuan Zheng opened the door with his key in the morning.

Where did he put the key?

Jiang Peifeng took the mobile phone to think about the connection, but decided not to call him.He still has a spare key in his drawer, so I'll take it out for calculation.

Jiang Peifeng was already prepared not to contact Yuan Zheng again.

He locked the door and went downstairs, but just after he went out, he saw Yuan Zheng outside the gate.

Yuan Zheng was wearing a hooded short-sleeve and gray jeans, standing under the flower bed in a daze.

The distance between the two was less than four meters.

Suddenly, Jiang Peifeng felt that he was hit in the chest by a hammer, and the burning pain spread from the chest to the brain, and his forehead twitched due to the pain.

Yuan Zheng seemed to hear a sound behind him, turned around, and saw Jiang Peifeng at a glance.

A look of surprise flashed across Yuan Zheng's face: "Why did you come out? Didn't you say you want to be quiet?"

Although it was only morning in September, the sun was still hot. Jiang Peifeng didn't know why Yuan Zheng stayed here and didn't go back, and he didn't want to know.

He is afraid now, Yuan Zheng has given him too many hopes and let him down again.

Jiang Peifeng can't afford it.

He walked straight out.

Before taking two steps, he found Yuan Zheng following him.

Could it be that he was worried that he would not be able to think about it for a while, and that he would not be happy for himself?

Jiang Peifeng didn't want to guess. He went to the convenience store honestly and bought a selfie stick, instant noodles, and mineral water. When he came out, he saw Yuan Zheng standing at the door waiting for him. consciousness.

Jiang Peifeng sighed silently, and said softly, "I'm not as fragile as you think, so there's no need to stare at me, I'm fine, what should you do."

Yuan Zheng didn't say anything, but when he saw that Jiang Peifeng was about to leave, he followed him again.

Jiang Peifeng wanted to smash the instant noodles in his hand on his forehead, and said almost angrily, "What are you going to do?!"

"I still have the key to your house, how do you go back?" Seemingly afraid of Jiang Peifeng's anger, Yuan Zheng kept a safe distance.

"Then give it back to me." Jiang Peifeng stretched out his hand.

But Yuan Zheng didn't move, he looked into Jiang Peifeng's eyes.

Yuan Zheng's eyeballs were too dark, the bright black one seemed to be able to absorb all the light, and then radiated a deep and short light from it, just covering a complete Jiang Peifeng.

Jiang Peifeng turned around and left.

Yuan Zheng followed closely behind.

The sun was too hot, and after only a few minutes of walking, Jiang Peifeng was restless.But the person who followed behind him was so calm and relaxed that it really made people suspect that he had stayed in the ice cellar for more than two hours just now.

Yuan Zheng followed Jiang Peifeng back to the apartment unimpeded, got into the elevator, and arrived at the door of the house.

Jiang Peifeng opened the door with the spare key, and the air-conditioning in the room swept away Jiang Peifeng's anger.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the annoyed Yuan Zheng, and realized that he couldn't get angry with him, so he slowed down and said, "I'm here, return the key if you want, throw it away if you don't want to, I have it."

With that said, we are about to go inside.

Who would have thought that Yuan Zheng would follow him here, Jiang Pei's style was not to say anything, "What on earth are you going to do?"

Yuan Zheng was a little afraid of Jiang Peifeng's anger, held back for a long time, and finally uttered two words: "It counts."

Jiang Peifeng couldn't understand what he said, so he simply closed the door and locked him out.

Yuan Zheng hurriedly blocked the door to prevent Jiang Peifeng from closing it, but Jiang Peifeng's strength was stronger than he imagined, Yuan Zheng struggled for a long time, and found that the door was getting closer and closer, and blurted out: "Everything I said counts."

Jiang Peifeng was a little dazed, and his intuition told him that Yuan Zheng didn't mean that, but he ran through all the words that popped up today in his mind, and still couldn't find a sentence that could match "count".

Jiang Peifeng didn't know how to react, but he unconsciously let go of the hand that was about to close the door.

Yuan Zheng squeezed in, just as he was about to speak, when the phone rang suddenly.

Yuan Zheng had no choice but to answer the phone, and a girl asked on the phone: "Yuan Zheng, didn't you give the teacher the information I asked you to give to the teacher yesterday?"

Yuan Zheng recalled belatedly, "Sorry, I'm left in the dormitory."

"Then can you send it over now, the teacher wants it now."

After turning off the phone, Yuan Zheng said to Jiang Peifeng, who was still a little confused: "I have to deal with it in advance, and I probably won't be able to leave for a while. At night, I will come over at night. Don't leave, wait until I come, okay?"

Jiang Peifeng stared at Yuan Zheng silently.

After Yuan Zheng left, he was still standing at the door in a daze.

His reflex arc was unusually long this time, and he didn't realize that he had stood at the door for a long time until his legs were sore.

He walked to the edge of the bed on fucking stiff legs and sat down.I sat there for a long time in dismay, until the cleaning aunt came to knock on the door.

Jiang Peifeng has class in the afternoon.

He finished the class in a daze. What the teacher said in the class entered the left ear in a neat arrangement, and another one that did not fall out of the right ear, without any pause.

Then Jiang Peifeng suddenly realized a problem, he still has classes at night.

During college, there are usually not many classes in the evening, but their major is a strange thing, and many classes are held in the evening.

Jiang Peifeng thought for a while, but said nothing, and didn't intend to tell Yuan Zheng that he had classes tonight.

In the evening, the general history of modern times was taught in a large classroom, but very few people came.Jiang Peifeng found a corner seat in the back row so that he could skip class at any time.

The teacher was teaching at the front desk, and he fiddled with his mobile phone below.

In fact, Jiang Peifeng doesn't like playing with mobile phones very much. After a year of hard work in his third year of high school, he doesn't even play games very much now.

Now, although he has both eyes fixed on the phone, the interface just jumps from QQ to WeChat.

He was afraid that Yuan Zheng would send him a message asking why he wasn't waiting for him at home.

However, Yuan Zheng never sent him a message.This incident made Jiang Peifeng realize that he had been passionate for a long time.

It was past eight o'clock in the evening, and Jiang Peifeng began to fidget.He wanted to wait until get out of class was over, so he would go back and take a look, just take a look, and if Yuan Zheng wasn't there, he wouldn't care about it anymore.

Thinking of this, someone suddenly sat in the empty seat on his left.

I don’t know when the university has a customary concept, that is, for such a non-core major class, as long as there are vacancies in the class, you will not sit at the same table with someone you don’t know well.

Even go to the front and sit in the first row.

Therefore, the seat at the same table as Jiang Peifeng was empty, who would have thought that someone would come to sit there.

Jiang Peifeng didn't care, and continued to flip between the two pages, thinking that maybe he didn't go at all, and I was too worried.

Just as he was thinking, someone suddenly approached him, Jiang Peifeng thought he was about to bend down to pick up something, so he moved to the side.

After moving, Jiang Peifeng felt that something was wrong and raised his head suddenly.

Yuan Zheng was sitting next to him, turning sideways to stare at his cell phone.

And Jiang Peifeng's mobile phone interface stays on his wretched chat history...