I finally stopped crying, and then mustered up a lot of courage to tell Haoyang everything about me and Xie Chen. I used to imagine how I would explain it to him if one day Haoyang knew about me. But when it really came to this day, I realized that it was actually like telling someone else's story.

Haoyang listened to it, not as surprised or angry as I thought, but said: "There have been rumors about you in the school before, I didn't care about it, but it seems that someone always emphasizes and reminds me in my ear." But I didn't know that the man was ...... Shiya's boyfriend. ”

I felt extremely ironic, I actually had the face to tell Su Haoyang these things, and I was an injured person the whole time. I have carefully maintained this secret for so long, but I didn't expect that I would personally break it in the end, but I still didn't forget to beg him not to tell Shuangshuang, not to tell Shiya. I don't know what I'm afraid of, but I finally confessed in front of Haoyang, I really don't have the courage to be honest in front of Shuangshuang for the second time.

Haoyang didn't say anything that night, and it was already past four o'clock in the morning after I finished speaking, and then I began to yawn one after another. It seems that I should not and will not feel drowsy in this situation, but the truth is that I did sleep until sunrise, and when I woke up, Haoyang had already bought a large bag of food.

Haoyang's aunt is a very clean person, and all the kitchen utensils are wrapped in a thin layer of plastic wrap and neatly placed in the cupboard, and you only need to take them out to use. This could not have been better for a man like me, who had been swept away and homeless, and alas, I couldn't help but feel a pang of chagrin at the thought of such a miserable situation for me.

For breakfast, Haoyang cooked a bowl of somen noodles for me, and fried a big poached egg on top, and there was not much oil and water in the clear soup, only two green spinach leaves. Haoyang's cooking skills are really not very good, and they are far worse than Aunt Liu. At the very least, the noodles made by Aunt Liu will be scrambled eggs into frangipani, and then they are accompanied by diced red radish and green green onions, which are full of color and flavor. Maybe I'm spoiled by Xie Chen, I open my mouth for food on weekdays, and I can lose my temper at my subordinates if I don't like it, so I can't taste anything but the fishy smell of the egg in front of me.

I forced myself to take a big bite, and Hao Yang was still wearing an apron and sat next to me and asked me if it was delicious, and I kept nodding, "It's delicious." "In the 21st century, if there is a man who cooks for a woman, it must be a rare species, and that is enough to move me. If I had stayed in the past, there was such a handsome guy who got up early in the morning to cook breakfast for me, and I could eat even arsenic. But now, suddenly, the tears fell, and I didn't even have time to hide it, so I immediately lowered my head, raised the bowl to my face, and pretended to drink soup, but I clearly saw that my tears fell into the bowl one by one, dripping and rippling in circles.

Haoyang was glad that I had eaten all the noodles, boiled hot water, cut fruits, and set snacks like a housewife before asking me if I wanted to go to school. I looked in the mirror, the mark left by Xie Chen's clutches on my face yesterday is still faintly there, if this ghost looks like a person, maybe it will take a lot of spit Xingzi to explain. So I refused, "I'm a little tired and want to rest at home for a day, you tell Li Shuangshuang and ask her to help me ask for a leave." ”

Haoyang instructed me a few words before going out, nothing more than something to tell me to rest and not think nonsense. I sent him to the door in slippers, and he said goodbye to me in the hallway, like a virtuous little daughter-in-law sending her husband out. I wanted to slap myself in the face for this shameless thought.

I've only slept for more than five hours since last night, but I don't feel sleepy at all. The house is on the 19th floor, I stand at the kitchen window just overlooking the view of the city, the soft sunlight shrouds the asphalt road, and the people who come and go on the street are people who go to work, they are not rich, they are not special, but they all have full smiles on their faces, I look at the bustling crowd, and suddenly feel a sense of loss.

What have I lost? Body? Youth? Love? After being with Xie Chen for so long, he has secretly occupied all my heart, so much so that now when I see any black car outside, any man, will think it is him.