"You're talking nonsense again, not what you think."

"Oh? So what are the facts? Can you tell me? Fu Zhanchen approached the man, put his arms around his neck, and asked with great interest.

"Why do you look like a woman, and you're too gossipy, aren't you?" Duan Sizhe glanced at him and said angrily.

"You look like a woman, haven't you seen that I look so sunny and handsome? I'm just trying to help you get rid of your inner irritability, and if you don't want to say it, forget it. ”

He said seriously, in fact, since he met, he knew a lot of things about Duan Sizhe. Fu Zhanchen understood that this man looked infinitely beautiful on the surface, but in fact, there was a lonely soul hidden deep inside.

And that loneliness is rarely seen, and he is one of them.

"It's Su Yiran, I don't know what's going on lately, she always appears in my mind, which makes me feel very painful."

After Duan Sizhe finished saying this, his whole person looked a little weak. He rubbed his temples irritably and said helplessly.

Fu Zhanchen was slightly surprised in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He patted the man on the shoulder and asked, "Actually, you like her, right?" ”

He paused, as if thinking about something. Then he looked the man in the eye and said with certainty: "Or, you have always had her in your heart." Maybe it's hidden so deep that you don't even notice it. ”

Duan Sizhe was stunned, feeling that his heart was poked by Fu Zhanchen's words, and he hung down his arm in a dejected manner.

If that's the case, then what else can he do? This is God's retribution for him, so that he will never be able to get his beloved woman again.

He knew that his feelings for Su Yiran in his heart had always been complicated. He likes Su Yiran, because Su Yiran is his childhood sweetheart's younger sister. He hated Su Yiran, because it was Su Yiran's father who ruined their family.

And what he didn't expect was that the love that slowly grew was shrouded in huge hatred, and he gradually lost his heart......

The room fell into a long silence without warning, and even Fu Zhanchen, who had always liked to enliven the atmosphere, did not speak again.

He sat back on the chair opposite, looking at the extremely painful expression of the man opposite, and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

At this moment, he felt as if he had become one with Duan Sizhe. He can also feel his joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

Fu Zhanchen knew that Duan Sizhe needed to calm down now, so he just sat silently, waiting for him to think clearly.

I don't know how long it took, Fu Zhanchen felt as if a century had passed, before he heard the voice of the man on the other side come clearly.

"I have no way back." Duan Sizhe raised his head, covered his face with his hands, and said gloomily.

Fu Zhanchen heard the helplessness and sobriety in Duan Sizhe's tone, but he didn't know how to comfort him.

He thought that Duan Sizhe no longer needed someone to comfort him at this time, and he might want someone to accompany him by his side, so that he could be sure that his choice was right.

The sunset outside is slowly setting, leaving people with endless beauty and regret. The golden afterglow shone on Duan Sizhe's body, leaving only endless desolation......

At this time, Duan Sizhe was a bit like a high emperor in Fu Zhanchen's eyes, thinking that he had everything, but he seemed to have nothing.

Admittedly, he has no way back. At the time when he decided to correct his father's name and avenge his family, there was no way back between him and Su Yiran.

However, he may not have thought that he still has a deep affection for Su Yiran. It's not a childhood sweetheart's brother and sister relationship, but it's just destined that this relationship will not blossom.

Fu Zhanchen stepped forward and patted Duan Sizhe on the shoulder, any words of comfort would look extremely pale at this time.

Later, they drank a lot in the office that night, until they were both unconscious and fell asleep directly on the carpet.

Fu Zhanchen woke up in the middle of the night, and was about to take a piece of clothing to cover himself, when Duan Sizhe's voice suddenly sounded: "It's the same, I'm sorry ......"

The man's voice was low, as if he were whispering, and he spoke cautiously.

He stopped his movements all of a sudden and looked in the direction of Duan Sizhe.

Fu Zhanchen originally thought that Duan Sizhe had woken up, but he didn't want the man's eyes to be closed, so he didn't mean to wake up at all.

The moonlight that poured into the room made him clearly see the remorse and fragility on Duan Sizhe's face, and he sighed softly in the dark night, for Su Yizun, and for Duan Sizhe.

Fu Zhanchen didn't know if Su Yiran could hear Duan Sizhe personally say sorry to her, probably Duan Sizhe would only be able to say it without scruples in his sleep, he suddenly felt a little regretful.

Early the next morning, Duan Sizhe woke up from his sleep, looked at the clothes on his body, and then looked at the office where he was the only one, with a reassuring smile on his face.

Fu Zhanchen should have left, he has always been like this all these years, coming and going in a hurry. But when he was in pain, he inexplicably comforted his heart.

Seeing the empty wine bottles piled up in the office, he rubbed his forehead, he hadn't been as presumptuous as he had been last night in a long time.

Calling the secretary to clean up, he went into his lounge, ready to wash his mess.

The mist continued to rise, and Duan Sizhe's thoughts gradually returned to the scene when he first met Fu Zhanchen.

He and Fu Zhanchen met when they were abroad, when he had just arrived abroad alone, there was no one to rely on, and everything had to rely on him little by little.

He was young and vigorous at the time, and he didn't pay attention to anything. In order to accumulate more money as soon as possible, the means were also exhausted. In such a situation, finally, he also angered those who were dissatisfied with him.

So one night walking down the street, he was covered with his eyes and mouth from behind without warning. He kept struggling to escape. But how could he beat three strong black men with his strength alone.

Soon after he was stuffed with something in his mouth, several blacks began to manipulate him, and he was no longer able to resist. Feeling the constant punching and kicking of several people on him, Duan Sizhe felt desperate for a moment.

It felt like going back to the time when my father was framed and had nothing left overnight. It's just that this time he will die brutally on the streets of a foreign country.

No matter how unwilling you are, you can only leave this world with the regret of unavenged revenge......