Downstairs in Jian Fan's dormitory, Jiang Shuai grinned and made all kinds of funny poses around Jian Fan, "Your Royal Highness Princess, I'm leaving, I wish you a good dream." ”

There were slight tears in Jian Fan's eyes, Jiang Shuai thank you, you always coax me and spoil me, but I can't accept your feelings. Jian Fan suppressed the guilt in his heart, stepped forward, and hugged Jiang Shuai tightly, "Little follower, I also wish you a good dream." "Standing on tiptoe, brushing Jiang Shuai's hair with his hands, messing up Jiang Shuai's refreshing and jumping hair," This style is good, and at first glance it is a handsome little follower. ”

"Thank you, Your Highness Princess, for the compliment. Jiang Shuai cooperated with Jian Fan, laughing from the bottom of his heart.

"Today you go first, and you are not allowed to turn back. I can't see you anymore, I'll go upstairs. ”

"Okay, then I'll go. Good bye. Jiang Shuai glanced at Jian Fan affectionately, turned around and walked into the distance step by step. Suddenly speed up and disappear at the end of the road. Jiang Shuai was afraid that he couldn't help but turn back, so let himself quickly disappear in Jian Fan's eyes. Jiang Shuai's lonely shadow was stretched narrow by the light.

Jian Fan looked sadly in the direction where Jiang Shuai had disappeared. Silently, he turned around and walked towards the door.

There was a man standing at the door of the building, also suppressing the pain. Watching Jiang Shuai and Jian Fan reluctantly bid farewell to the ceremony, they seemed to be frozen, and their blood was still.

"Jian Fan, I'm back, I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

"Han Cong. Jian Fan looked at Han Cong, his mood had not yet come out of the sadness just now, and he didn't know how to express himself.

"There was no one in the dormitory, so I came down and waited. ”，

"Ai Yi is out. Let's go, go upstairs. ”

Through the light of the corridor, Jian Fan saw the plaster and bruises on Han Cong's face, which was exactly the same as Jiang Shuai. Something suddenly understood in my heart. The two of them fought each other, was it for themselves? Jian Fan didn't dare to think about it.

Han Cong took Jian Fan's hand and clenched it tightly. The two were speechless and went upstairs together.

"Sit down, I'll get you juice. ”

Han Cong sat on the sofa, feeling that Jian Fan was very polite to him, but he was a little angry. Han Cong's heart was flustered.

"Are you mad at me?" Han Cong hugged Jian Fan from behind.

"Nope. ”

"It's good that you're not angry, you went to my place of work on Sunday to look for me, I was really busy at the time, and I accidentally said a lot of things that hurt you. ”

"Hmm. Jian Fan turned around and faced Han Cong, he really wanted to question Han Cong, why did you explain, didn't your explanation mean that you already minded very much. The reason why you mind shows that everything you said that day was not unintentional. Jian Fan felt that he was trapped in a big net that he couldn't figure out, struggling helplessly. I want to go back to the past, but now there are so many dislikes between the two of them.

"Will you be with me forever" Han Cong stared at Jian Fan's eyes, this was the question he wanted to confirm the most.

I'm worried about losing Simplified and Traditional Chinese, but I don't know how to keep it. However, this is not a simple question and answer question. Asking without confidence, answering helplessly, will only make love seem more fragile. has a very high IQ, but the EQ is so low, this may be Han Cong's sadness.

"I will. Jian Fan seemed to be giving Han Cong a promise, and it seemed like he had promised himself.

Han Cong grabbed Jian Fan's waist, hugged Jian Fan to the sofa, and stroked Jian Fan's hair with his hand. Jian Fan's face flushed.

"Is that okay?"

Jian Fan knew what Han Cong's eager needs were and closed his eyes.

Han Cong took Jian Fan tighter into his arms, and his hot lips pressed against Jian Fan's pink lips, licking and sucking. has been looking forward to it, and the embrace of longing and twilight made Han Cong regain his confidence in having simplicity and complexity. Suddenly, Han Cong's mind skipped the scene of Jiang Shuai kissing Jian Fan, and his heart was stabbed.

Jian Fan, you are mine. Han Cong felt his blood boiling, and every time he sucked and explored, he was mixed with resentment and unwillingness.

Jian Fan felt like he was about to be crushed by Han Cong. Could this be because of Han Cong's love for him? No, Jian Fan's heart was uneasy. It's not the feeling I've been waiting for, it's not love. Han Cong, are you venting your dissatisfaction? Are you swearing your rights?

"Let go of me. ”

Han Cong became even more violent, reaching into the placket of Jian Fan's clothes and groping. Jian Fan felt that his heart was crushed by a boulder, and he struggled to resist, tears welling up. This is not the feeling he wants, and Jian Fan even feels the slightest humiliation.

Jian Fan tried his best to push Han Cong away violently.

Han Cong saw Jian Fan's face with tears on his face, and he suddenly woke up and was at a loss.

"Jian Fan, you can rest. I went back. ”

The hearts of the two men were devastated.

Jian Fan listened to Han Cong's footsteps coming downstairs, and only then did he slowly stand up until he couldn't hear it. Why is this happening? Why is this happening? Jian Fan lay on the bed and whimpered and cried, it was all because he was not good, hurt Han Cong, and failed Jiang Shuai. Jian Fu fell asleep in self-blame and anxiety.

Han Cong wandered the streets with uneasiness. I'm sorry. It's all my fault, I didn't take good care of you, and I shouldn't have put you in a messy situation.

Han Cong didn't want to go back to the dormitory, full of resentment, worried that he wouldn't be able to suppress the anger in his heart after seeing Jiang Shuai, causing an irreparable situation.

Han Cong looked up and found that several windows on the 11th floor where the company was located were still lit, so he simply walked there. Spend the night in the office.

"Yan Min, you haven't left yet?" Han Cong saw Yan Min knocking on the computer alone?

"Oh, Han Cong, why are you back. It's so late, I'm done with this and I'm leaving. ”

"Oh. ”

When he got off work, Wu Zhifeng came to give Yan Min CDs and headphones, which Yan Min's sisters asked Yan Min to help buy. Yan Min learned from Wu Zhifeng's mouth that Han Cong had a fight with his friend Jiang Shuai, who was in the same bedroom, and he was scarred.

Jiang Shuai should be the boy he met outside the hotel yesterday morning, and the reason why the two fought was probably because of Jian Fan. Feelings can't be said clearly, no one is right or wrong when you pay, and there is no control switch, and it won't stop abruptly. It seems that the emotional battle between Han Cong and Jiang Shuai is inevitable.

During the contact, Yan Min gradually got to know Han Cong. Han Cong's IQ can be strategized, but his EQ is a failure. In the interaction between people, Han Cong is used to being followed, but he is not good at figuring out people's hearts. It's a matter of nature, and it can't be changed overnight. This excellent and arrogant man is destined to be exhausted at the center of this contest. Seeing Han Cong's worried and hurried face, at a loss, Yan Min understood and pitied Han Cong from the bottom of his heart.

"Han Cong, I'll go back first, what time do you leave, do you want to wait for you for a while. ”

"You go first. ”

Yan Min looked at his watch, it was already late, could it be because he didn't want to face Jiang Shuai and didn't want to go back to the dormitory?

"Han Cong, I want to ask you for a favor. ”

"What's the matter, you say. ”

"I was going to stay with my parents for a while recently, but I had a few pots of flowers and a few fish in my apartment. I'm busy with work right now, and I don't want to run back and forth every day, it's too hard. If you can, can you please go to my apartment for a few days and help take care of it. ”

"Okay. ”

"Now, then, come with me. I'll send you there first, and then I'll go back to my parents' house. ”

In the night, a person who was hurt by feelings, and a person who was trapped by feelings, walked together on the road.