: It is natural to have hatred in life, Shui Changdong (22)

Author: Yaoli

: It is natural to have hatred in life, Shui Changdong (22)

Yan Ran lowered his eyes, pursed his lips and smiled: "I'm going back first."

Fu Yi frowned and his face suddenly became indifferent, "Leaving so early? Why don't you play a little longer?"

Fu Yi rarely asked Yan Ran out, but whenever Fu Yi was there, Yan Ran would be there.

But I don’t know when this rule disappeared.

He originally thought he would be waiting for an apology from Yan Ran, but he didn't expect that what was waiting for him was a farewell.

This is not the result he wants, what he wants is...

Fu Yi woke up with a cold sweat on his back, and his eyes were filled with gloomy color. This was wrong, this was too wrong. This result was a good thing for him. It was too late for him to be happy. Ignoring the resentment in his heart, he curled up his lips slightly.

Smiling, he asked symbolically: "Do you need me to send you off?"

"No."

The cold white and beautiful figure is like an overly graceful ice sculpture, with light-colored pupils carrying starlight.

The unhesitating refusal made Fu Yi particularly unhappy.

After leaving these words, Yan Ran couldn't wait to leave, with an indescribable urgency in his movements and a cheerful pace.

She is happy, as if she is running towards the lover she has been waiting for for a long time.

spouse?

Yan Ran likes him and loves him.

Over the years, Fu Yi certainly knew that Yan Ran had been around many people, which made him even more disgusted. However, it was undeniable that playthings were just playthings after all and could not be put on the stage at all.

That's what his mind thought, but his body didn't obey.

Following the slender figure, he followed leisurely. The young man walked faster and faster, and started running behind him.

She ran out of the bar, and under the bright lights and cold wind outside, she threw herself into the arms of another man.

That person who looks dignified and undisciplined turns out to be running around just to meet the person he likes.

The tenderness in Fu Yi's eyes melted away, becoming as cold as frost and snow.

The man was very tall and could hug Yan Ran's whole body. They were pressed together tightly, intimate, breathing intertwined, wanting to melt each other into their bones, as if no matter what happened or what difficulties they encountered, they could not stop each other.

separate.

He saw Yan Ran smiling happily at the tall man wearing a hat, dazzling and dazzling, and his cold white face seemed to glow under the light.

Perhaps, those light-colored and affectionate eyes were looking at that strange man just like they were looking at him at that time.

With his eyes full of burning love, it seemed as if he wanted to burn himself just to illuminate the warmth in his eyes.

Fu Yi's face was expressionless, which made people shudder. His clenched fists suppressed his jealous anger, and he tried his best to control the urge to step forward and question.

He doesn't understand that love for someone can be transferred so easily?

Could it be that Yan Ran had seen many people with those affectionate eyes somewhere that he didn't know, and he was just kept in the dark.

Those eyes can be deceiving, even he was tricked into spinning around.

All the previous events occupied his mind.

In an instant, all the unbearable and angry anger of being tricked came out from the bottom of his heart, like an out-of-control beast ramming wildly, causing Fu Yi's limbs and bones to feel slightly hot, and his eyes were as if they were soaked in ice and snow, full of chill.

Although he is calm, he is young and energetic. After being played by others for so long, it is like swallowing a fly alive, stuck in his throat, and making him feel nauseated.

Fu Yi did not leave until the two people got into the car and left.

He stood for a long time and thought for a long time, and then returned to his usual gentle appearance, suppressing any negative emotions.

The wind blew his face cold, but the fire that suddenly ignited in his heart almost made his internal organs throb and hurt. The humiliation made him think of ten thousand ways to fight back at this moment.

——

In the night sky, the moon is dim and the stars are sparse.

The clear moonlight shone in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a strange and beautiful light spot.

The tall man sat on the sofa like a ghost, and the night enveloped him.

The sparks were burning. After smoking a cigarette, he seemed to have not yet calmed down. He shook out another cigarette from the cigarette case. Only half of the cigarette was exposed, and he had already taken it out with his mouth.

When lighting the cigarette, he narrowed his eyes slightly inertia, and the faint blue flame from the lighter danced across his handsome face for a moment. When the fire went out, he took the cigarette from his lips, and a puff of white smoke slowly dimmed in the air.

In front of his dull face.

In the silent night, only the man's restless heart could not calm down for a long time.

He remembered again the way the young man ran towards him, all the people and things around him were eclipsed, his eyes were as bright as stars, his soft hair was slightly messy, and the smile on his curved lips lit up his world.

She threw herself into his arms so hard, hugged his waist with her soft and slender hands, stood on tiptoes, and pressed her warm face against his cold neck.

The voice was very low and soft, as if she was coquettishly speaking.

"Why did you come here?"

Sparks burned to his fingertips, but they did not pull the man out of his dreamy memories. His eyes revealed a strange and fiery light in the darkness.

After smoking half a pack, the man stopped.

The restless heart also calmed down.

He tidied up the living room and made all the cigarettes disappear.

Only then did he finally step into the bedroom.

After opening the door, a faint fragrance filled the air, pointing towards the bed along the way.

The bedroom was filled with that person's scent, every place and every corner was covered with it. Even when he walked in, it seemed like he was tainted with this scent.

The light is dense, if there are sparse shadows swaying.

The man walked over steadily and regularly, his originally rhythmic breathing disrupted.

He took off Yan Ran's messy clothes and picked them up.

Tie, suit jacket, vest...

He carefully arranged it and put it back on the sofa, but no one moved.

The shadow cast by his tall and straight figure on the ground is like a beast waiting for an opportunity.

Somehow, he picked up the clothes again. He lowered his head and raised his hands. The unique smell that belonged to Yan Ran became clearer and clearer. He couldn't tell what it smelled like. It was like the forest after the rain.

The flower buds that bloomed after being nourished by the rain, and the cold and clear fragrance, cold and warm, seem to be far away, which touches the heartstrings.

He didn't know what he was doing. He just felt that the smell of the clothes seemed to be magical. It was getting closer and closer to the clothes, and finally his whole face was buried in it, as if he was plunging into a clear and rich bud, and it was a fragrance that went straight to his head.

In the deathly silence, the man's throat occasionally leaked out the suppressed, urgent and trembling swallowing sound.

The man buried in Yan Ran's clothes was breathing rapidly, his chest rising and falling, and the soft clothes rubbed against the tip of his nose, lips, and cheeks...

At this moment, it seemed like it was back to when Yan Ran hugged him.
Chapter completed!