paranoia

Song Wanzhou's back was stunned, and he turned his head slowly, looking at Cen Youfan who no longer bothered to pretend in front of him, and said flatly, "Is it because of envy?"

As someone who was severely hurt by Cen Youfan, Song Wanzhou still can't understand why Cen Youfan hates him so much and holds such deep hostility towards him.Even after such a long time, the other party looked at him with the same disgust as always, and even melted this disgust into the bone marrow, reflected in every expression and body movement.

But apart from Song Jing, there is no other place where they can meet.

"Oh," Cen Youfan tilted his head slightly, swallowed, and snorted coldly with disdain, "People who can't compare to me anywhere, don't make fun of yourself. Would I envy a homeless person? A joke!"

"Is there anything else that compares?" Song Wanzhou said silently.

Indeed, in terms of external conditions alone, whether it was in high school or now, Song Wanzhou lags behind Cen Youfan by a long way.

Cen Youfan has excellent grades. He is the first person in No. [-] Middle School who jumped from the first grade to the third year and still occupies the top spot. It is a height that Song Wanzhou, who is in the upper middle class, can't reach.

After the results of the first monthly exam came out, the teachers began to boast to her without hesitation, and they always used Cen Youfan as an example to educate the students in their class.

In No. [-] Middle School full of talented people, Song Wanzhou belongs to the category that only works hard so as not to be squeezed out by better people, while Cen Youfan belongs to the lucky one who grew up in the arms of God. No matter how much effort is needed, he can still leave others far behind.

Not only good grades, but also good looks.With a good-natured child's face, she looks pure and harmless, maintaining the relationship with the people around her warmly and friendlyly.

Unlike Song Wanzhou, who is used to being alone, the popular Cen Youfan is always surrounded by all kinds of friends. Everyone is proud of being able to make friends with the good student Cen Youfan.

In the eyes of teachers and classmates, Cen Youfan is undoubtedly synonymous with excellence.

Comparing grades when I was young, and comparing income when I grow up.

Taking a brief look at Cen Youfan's attire, Song Wanzhou thought, probably his monthly salary is not enough to buy a coat on Cen Youfan's body.

Song Wanzhou leaned against the desk, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and said indifferently, "Well, you are excellent. You were excellent before, and you are still now."

He let go of the back of his hand, which he had been covering all the time, and placed it generously on the table.

Cen Youfan didn't show any joy in Song Wanzhou's affirmation, but was even more displeased, "Song Wanzhou, don't think I'll let you go if you say something nice."

"I know you won't let me go." Song Wanzhou lowered his eyes and tapped his knuckles on the table twice, "So there's no need to say nice things to you."

At that time, the hard pleading could only be exchanged for a cold sentence "Smash his hand for me", Song Wanzhou never had any hope for the hard-hearted Cen Youfan.

Song Wanzhou's calmness and composure made Cen Youfan annoyed and impatient, wishing to cut Song Wanzhou's face with his long nails, so that he could no longer put on that expression of indifference to the world.

"Song Wanzhou, stop pretending, I know you hate me." She said.

"Well, I hate you very much."

Song Wanzhou admitted.

He is gentle, but he is not a saint, so he naturally has emotions and desires.

You Qi was ruined first by the same person, and then ruined the family.

If Song Wanzhou pretended not to care, he couldn't do it.

If he went to Beijing to study medicine, Song Jing’s high school was only half an hour away from his university, and he could get there just by drinking a cup of coffee.The most time-saving route between the two places was decided by the two of them after countless discussions. Song Jing even tried how long it would take at different times.Song Jing, who went to Beijing for a year first, deliberately didn't live on campus, and pestered his parents to rent a suite outside, just so that Song Wanzhou could live with him when he was in college.

However, everything became if.

His hand suffered a comminuted fracture, and even if he studied medicine, he couldn't go to the operating table, and he couldn't fulfill his promise to his grandma; he left the Song family, completely cut off contact with Song Jing, and didn't even dare to make a phone call, let alone go to accompany him Promise of.

The phone in his pocket was slightly hot, Song Wanzhou slowly raised his face, "But it seems that there is no point in hating you now."

It's been too long, to the point where Song Wanzhou doesn't want to hate anymore.

If there was a chance for Song Wanzhou to use the same means to retaliate back, he probably wouldn't do that.

It doesn't make sense to him.

Although his life was forcibly deviated from the track, fortunately, the person who should not be missed is still by his side.However, Cen Youfan, who was originally glamorous and smooth, lived his whole life under the inexplicable hatred, shrouded in shadows.

Those who hurt are more attached to the past than those who are hurt.

It is undoubtedly a kind of provocation that Song Wanzhou's light words fell into Cen Youfan's ears.

She noticed the back of Song Wanzhou's hand where the scar hadn't been removed, and said provocatively, "Song Wanzhou, your hand has become so ugly, tsk tsk, I probably can't play the piano with this hand."

Those hands that held Song Jing, touched Song Jing, and played with Song Jing.

"It didn't feel good to have my hand trampled under my feet back then, right? It's really shameless, a disgusting homosexual, who even seduced his younger brother. No wonder he was driven away by the Song family." She deliberately wanted to address Song Wanzhou's pain point Step on repeatedly.

However, Song Wanzhou didn't panic because of her ugly hands as she imagined. Instead, she raised her hand indifferently, touched the back of her hand, and said unhurriedly: "It's quite ugly, and the sky will change." It hurts, but it’s okay, Xiaojing didn’t dislike it.”

Cen Youfan hit the cotton with his fist, and Cen Youfan's molars ached, and he almost rushed forward to tear his face apart with Song Wanzhou, "I really want to see the expressions of Song Jing's parents knowing that you two are together again."

Song Wanzhou's hands stopped, and he lowered his head slightly, suppressing the flash of panic in his eyes.

Just as he was about to answer, the door of the office was kicked open from the outside.

Song Jing, who was out of breath, appeared in the sight of the two of them.

Seeing Song Jing appear, Cen Youfan was not surprised, instead he pretended to be familiar and greeted, "Brother Jing is here."

Song Jing didn't look at her at all, just walked over, grabbed Song Wanzhou's hand, checked his whole body to see if there was anything wrong, and shouted nervously, "Brother."

He rushed over non-stop while listening to the phone calls that he hadn't hung up.Hearing what Cen Youfan said, his teeth itch with hatred, he ran two red lights in a row, feeling extremely flustered, worried that Song Wanzhou would be hurt again like ten years ago.

Fortunately, Song Wanzhou was fine.

Song Jing couldn't wait for the elevator, so he ran all the way up. At this moment, his face was covered with sweat, streaming down his forehead.

Song Wanzhou took out a piece of paper, folded it twice, wiped away Song Jing's sweat naturally, pursed his lips, and said angrily, "Why did you come up here?"

"Well, the elevator is too slow." Song Jing was like a child complaining, complaining that the elevator in the laboratory was not strong enough, "I even ran a red light, and I will be deducted points again."

Completely ignored by the two chatting on their own, Cen Youfan clenched his hands into fists, gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Jing is really nervous about your brother. If you're not here, can I still eat him?" Did you just want to eat him? Only Cen Youfan knew about Song Wanzhou's skinning and bones.

Song Jing held Song Wanzhou's hand like a baby, turned his head, and said displeasedly: "Cen Youfan, I have warned you a long time ago that I won't make it easier for you. It just cut off your money, and there are still means for you to taste, you don't have to jump so early, it's not the end yet."

Song Jing just kept provoking Cen Youfan, he didn't take her seriously at all.

One sentence directly expressed Song Jing's attitude towards Cen Youfan, and also revealed who was responsible for the matter of the vice president.

"Brother Jing..." Even though she knew it in her heart, Cen Youfan still couldn't accept it. She would rather that Song Wanzhou was out of hatred and wanted to take revenge on her, rather than Song Jing venting his anger for Song Wanzhou, "You...why are you like this? for me?"

"What do you want to do to you? To hold you in your arms? Or to treat you as a tail? Cen Youfan, don't show your cowardice that seduces men. No one will eat it except stupid/pussy. You might as well think about it carefully." How do you want to explain to your parents about destroying other people's families." Song Jing said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, this is just the beginning."

Cen Youfan's eyes widened, and he said tremblingly, "You...you actually..."

Song Jing took her words, "Actually told your parents? Oh, no. Not only your parents, but your former teachers, classmates, and colleagues should all have a big gift package about you now. It is still necessary to get everyone's contact information. It really took a lot of time. Don't you like people to follow you? Don't you get everyone's attention now? Enjoy it."

Cen Youfan panicked.After Song Wanzhou's incident, their family moved away, and she kept her secrets tight. No one ever found out that she had returned to Hangzhou and even became a married man's lover.

She quickly took out her mobile phone, and the news in the group of relatives, friends, classmates, and colleagues all exploded, discussing her, and even turned on anonymously.Someone claimed to be an insider, said to be her friend, stood up and told everyone that she was such a person, and revealed the things she had hidden before.

Said she was bullying on campus, said she liked to seduce other people's boyfriends, said she would sell her body to achieve her goal...

The real ones and the fake ones were all mixed together, Cen Youfan couldn't express his opinion, wishing to find out all the people who said bad things about her.

She squeezed the phone tightly and yelled at the two people on the side angrily, "You two brothers won't make me feel better, so don't blame me for revealing the bad things about you two, let them all look at Song Wanzhou's body on the podium How dirty the blood is! Let them see that their favorite star is gay!"

Song Jing was about to explode, but Song Wanzhou held his wrist instead, and signaled Song Jing with his eyes, telling him not to speak.

He took half a step forward and asked, "Dirty? I like him, and he likes me. Where is it dirty?"

In the past, Song Wanzhou, who was worried, would have retreated when he heard Cen Youfan's threats about Song Jing.This time, he just glanced at it lightly, and then said lightly: "You can say whatever you want, and remember to lock the door when you go out."

Cen Youfan originally came here to find Song Wanzhou unhappy, but he was devastated instead.

Even if she wanted to slap Song Wanzhou on the spot out of embarrassment, she still had to take into account the disparity in gender and strength between the two, not to mention the addition of Song Jing with a sullen face, so she stomped her feet severely and said, "Wait!" Let's go." He hurriedly left to deal with his own affairs.

After Cen Youfan left, Song Wanzhou heaved a sigh of relief, the calmness he had put on was suddenly discouraged, his legs became weak uncontrollably, and he could barely stand still with his hands propped on the table.

"Xiaojing," Song Wanzhou's voice was trembling, "hug me." The corners of his eyes became moist, their sockets were red, and he could hardly restrain the fear in his heart.

Song Jing stretched out his hand, hugged Song Wanzhou from behind, put his chin on Song Wanzhou's shoulder, and said slowly: "Brother, don't be afraid." With a trembling waist, "What should I do? I seem to love you more and more."