What about Song Zhun? It should be a dream, right? But he's done it, and he's done it well. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info can he change it?

Forgive me for being so naïve and logical!

I may have locked up the beast in my heart for too long, and it will be impossible to see him insane and sane at all.

Song Zhun was five minutes slow to come in through the door, and I kept counting the time.

Just when Gu Heng drunkenly put his hand on my waist, the indoor lights were turned to the brightest. His sharp eyes just fell on Gu Heng's hand, and then he frowned slightly.

At that moment, I even felt hot-headed that I could leave everything I had gained for his little gesture without any clarity.

This thing is really harmful.

It was the cute woman who lost her phone in a daze, and when she found it, she smiled like a child and bowed and apologized.

Cui Yisheng took advantage of the situation to entangle Song Zhun, and I was also busy dealing with Gu Heng.

Before the gang dispersed, when I saw Gu Heng talking in Brother Zhong's ear. I said hello to my assistant and went to the bathroom alone.

Can't let Song Zhun see me and Gu Heng leaving in the same car.

So I rubbed in the bathroom for a while before walking out slowly. As a result, only Gu Heng and Song Zhun were left standing in front of the car, and the new assistant who had ordered him to wait for me to come out in advance was nowhere to be found.

I'm really afraid of something.

I walked over with a nervous expression, Song Zhun discovered my existence one step ahead of Gu Heng, and then he smiled politely at me. After a few more greetings with Gu Heng, he got into the car and walked away.

I looked at the back of the car for two seconds, and Gu Heng came over and grabbed my shoulders and took it to the side of the car.

He gentlemanly pulled the door open the car and let me sit in, and then went around the back of the car to the other side and sat in the back seat of the car.

If you do the math, except for the training period and the time when we were about to debut, it seems like we haven't been in the same car for a long, long time.

At this moment, through the light cast by the street lamp, I could see a shallow smile on his slightly flushed cheeks. I was able to equate him with the man who used to take me around for socials.

If he had known my identity and made him so jealous, maybe he would have hesitated for a moment.

In fact, I haven't really understood what kind of feelings I have for Gu Heng, grateful? Depend? Afraid? Or love?

Well, I'll admit that I'm really not an emotionally intelligent person, especially the latter word that scares me.

Gu Heng took off the bow tie and put it aside, unbuttoned two more buttons, and then closed his eyes with a little tiredness.

The party was in the middle of nowhere, so there were two bumpy alleys to pass through. He really seems to have drunk too much because he was happy.

So when you relax, your head will inevitably sway.

I sighed helplessly, and then glared at him helplessly. Then he reached through the back of his neck and gently pressed his head to my shoulder.

The man with his eyes closed was not at all surprised by my demeanor or opened his eyes. Instead, he rubbed against my neck, and his hand wrapped around my waist.

Playing tricks, as if he was a big boy who had not yet entered the world, was trusting and liking me wholeheartedly.

I complained in an awkward tone, "You're pretty good at pretending to be pathetic." ”

Gu Heng smiled slyly, "Who asked me to talk to you just now, and you ignored me." ”

The piece he was holding on to was numb. I didn't dare to look at the scented hair. I'm afraid that if I look down, I'll fall.

"Gu Heng, do you know? You really look like a bad-eyed kid sometimes. ”

He nodded in agreement, took a deep breath and smelled my body, and said in disbelief: "This is also what I am curious about, why do you become the uncompetitive self you used to be when you come to you." ”

I was so angry that I tried to push him away, "What do you mean by that?" It's like I'm a scourge that hurt you. ”

Gu Heng immediately grabbed my hand and joked with a hippie smile, "Xiao Nian, if you really use your hands and feet, you may not be able to win me." ”

I glared at him darkly and threatened, "Do you dare to win one and try it?" ”

He loosened his shoulders and said helplessly: "Xiao Nian, you are cheating!" ”

"That's what I learned from you, too."

Gu Heng burst into tears and laughed, pulled my hand and brought it into his arms, rubbed my head with his palm, and said dotingly: "Jiang Nian, Jiang Nian, how can I take you without any way?" ”

I didn't answer, and the strength of the wine seemed to be mixed with the familiar taste, and my head was dizzy and uncomfortable.

So I grabbed the sides of his coat and buried my head in his chest, and the sound of his heartbeat hit my ears.

I said, "Gu Heng, I'm so tired!" ”

He patted me gently on the back and said softly, "Sleep for a while, and I'll call you when I'm home." ”

After listening to him tell the driver to drive slower, I got into his arms and fell asleep peacefully.

What people are most afraid of is the illusion that they are good to others and grateful in the eyes of others.

As everyone knows, it is the complete opposite.

For example, Gu Heng, who was careful to make me sleep more comfortably, almost didn't dare to move on the next journey, but in fact, the so-called sleepiness was just an excuse I used to escape him.

Before getting out of the car, I heard Gu Heng hesitate for a moment before waking me up in the least disturbing way.

I vaguely got up from him, then rubbed my sore eyes, pushed the door open and got out of the car.

After passing through the hallway, stepping into a somewhat dark room. I didn't have time to reach out to turn on the light, so I dragged my tired body and lay on the sofa.

Gu Heng followed behind, first straightened the sneakers that I was still messing around, and then neatly stacked the coats together.

I really can't understand why people have to follow so many rules when they are tired.

So, that's probably the difference between me and him.

There are some things that can definitely not be measured in terms of complementarity.

For example, his family background and mine. This alone dooms me to never see him, even if I am with him.

So for so many years, we can only stand still.

I once looked at his considerate appearance, and I firmly thought that I could rely on him to forget about Song Zhun and start over.

Who knows, from the moment we know him, we are two parallel lines that cannot intersect. All along, it's me who thinks things too simply.

The sound of gray slippers stepping on the ground is so slight that you can't hear it if you turn your mind slightly.

I tried to move, and the soft blanket came up without warning. The moment his fingers touched my cheek, I didn't even dare to move, my whole heart hanging in the air.

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