Quickly wear the heartthrob: She is always coveted by others

Early the next morning, when the sky was dark, Song Zhiyan opened his eyelids with difficulty, looked directly at the ceiling, frowned and supported his dizzy head to wake up.

In addition to being a little dizzy, he also felt sticky and greasy from not taking a shower, which made him uncomfortable.

But Song Zhiyan discovered that he had changed his clothes. He still remembered that he saw Huanhuan coming to pick him up at the bar last night, so was she the one who helped him change his clothes?

he thought dimly.

The layout of the bedroom was familiar to him.

It was indeed Huanhuan's apartment, he had stayed there for a few days before.

Song Zhiyan looked at the time, it was only a little after six-thirty.

He got out of bed, picked up his clothes, went to the bathroom and took a shower.

After taking a bath, his body and mind felt relieved. Song Zhiyan's rationality returned and he recalled the events of last night intermittently.

Someone seemed to have called Yu Huan over. She took him back to the apartment when he was drunk, fed him something, and helped him change his clothes.

The girl's voice is very gentle, and she is very patient even when she has to take care of her drunk boyfriend.

Song Zhiyan was originally upset that his "ugly" appearance while drunk was discovered, but the girl's gentleness slowly soothed the embarrassment in his heart.

Maybe Huanhuan likes him more than he thought.

Talking about some things is not necessarily a bad thing.

He is overly suspicious, and his love for Huanhuan and their feelings are disrespectful.

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Song Zhiyan walked out of the bedroom and walked quietly without disturbing the sleeping Yu Huan. He walked all the way downstairs to prepare breakfast for her.

In the early morning of August, the sky was not bright yet, and thin light shone through the clouds, and the flowers and plants on the balcony swayed in the wind.

Song Zhiyan was in a good mood, but this good mood disappeared without a trace after he saw a man lying on the sofa.

When I got closer, I saw a familiar face.

It's him again.

Song Zhiyan's face was slightly cold, and irritating suspicion and jealousy arose in his heart.

"He Ling, wake up!" He maintained his only patience, grabbed the man's collar and shook it.

"Um...who?"

The man on the sofa was sleepy. He opened his eyes when someone called him and yawned slightly, his eyes were bleary.

Song Zhiyan stood up, looked down at him, and asked in a cold voice, "He Ling, why are you here?"

He Ling's reaction was much more natural. He scratched his messy hair, with a friendly smile on his lips, "It took too long last night, so Yu Huan asked me to go back, but I was worried that you might need help later in the night, so I stayed shamelessly. Come down, don’t mind."

Song Zhiyan was furious and couldn't hide the sarcasm on his face, "Trouble, what trouble? You stayed here without authorization and told me not to mind, don't you think it's ridiculous?"

"Calm down first." He Ling hurriedly explained, "After I helped you change clothes last night, you suddenly became drunk and vomited. Yu Huan couldn't suppress you, so I helped her."

"By the time you calmed down, it was already two o'clock in the morning. I stayed here just because I was afraid that you might still need help. I had no other intention."

The man's eyes were apologetic, as if he was afraid that he would misunderstand, and his eagerness to explain was particularly convincing.

Song Zhiyan remained unmoved and listened to his words quietly. He took out a dozen photos from his phone and showed them in front of him.

"You said you didn't mean anything else. Well, I'd also like to hear your explanation."

The protagonists in the photos are both a man and a woman. The man is his childhood friend and the girl is his girlfriend.

Most of the photos show men accompanying girls home in the dim night. The men are generally very good at talking, making the girls smile.

Even if a girl accidentally falls, a man can quickly hold her waist, showing subtle tenderness in his careful and caring movements.

In the photo, there is also a scene of a man following a girl unilaterally. His black clothes blend almost perfectly into the night, and he is not conspicuous in fact as he shuttles among the crowd.

The man's behavior is defined as following because there are several seemingly unintentional pictures that are exactly the same.

No one who sees these photos can unconscionably say that there is no connection between girls and men.

Regarding the above photos, Song Zhiyan could barely convince himself that Fa Xiao met his girlfriend by chance and chose to go with her out of good intentions.

Those last two pictures undoubtedly nailed the man's ulterior motives to the pillar of shame.

In the first photo, the man took the drunk Yu Huan from Yu Qian's hand. The girl's eyes were drooped, her pretty face was red, her steps were staggering, and she could not stand firmly.

The second photo is the blurryest one.

It is also the most ambiguous one.

Downstairs in the apartment, in the shadow of the flower bed, in an unoccupied corner, a drunk girl tilted her head. The man's big hand firmly restrained her waist, and she leaned forward slightly, lowering her head.

From a misplaced perspective, it looks like the two of them are kissing.

The above photos are from a USB flash drive that Song Zhiyan received at the company a few days ago. The sender is unknown.

The moment he saw the contents of the USB flash drive, Song Zhiyan had no time to care about the origin of the USB flash drive. The pictures showing him being a cuckold one after another made his eyes dizzy.

It's ridiculous.

why?

how come?

He Ling and Huan Huan...when?

One is the best buddy and the other is the beloved girlfriend.

Song Zhiyan's mind went blank after suffering a double blow.

It wasn't until the glass in his hand fell that the ear-piercing cracking sound brought him back to his thoughts and reason.

He Ling moved to Lanyueju and lived next door to Yu Huan. It was inevitable that they would bump into each other occasionally. Song Zhiyan heard Yu Huan say it and didn't think much about it at the time.

Yu Qian, who was having trouble with her relationship, went to Yu Huan for a drink. Song Zhiyan also knew about this. After learning that she had returned home safely, he did not ask for details.

The appearance of the photo made Song Zhiyan feel the anger and unbelievable collapse of being betrayed. He could not wait to get an explanation and clarification from Yu Huan immediately.

But Song Zhiyan was also afraid that Yu Huan would really change his heart and betray him...

He was afraid that if he asked, the outcome would be not a clarification but a breakup.

For a while, Song Zhiyan couldn't let go of the sourness and anger accumulated in his heart, so he could only escape drunkenly through socializing.

Like a useless coward.

Now that He Ling has entered the house, Song Zhiyan no longer has the forbearance and restraint to deal with Fa Xiao who is suspected of seducing his girlfriend, only anger and ridicule remain.

"Why don't you speak? Keep explaining! Aren't you very good at pretending?"

Faced with the irrefutable photos, He Ling's silent expression seemed to him to be truly disgusting and shameless.

"Since we have been friends since childhood, you have always regarded me as my brother!"

Song Zhiyan clenched his fists, veins popped out on the back of his hands, and punched the man in the face with great force and no mercy.

"You usually keep quiet, but you have a way of seducing people!"

"You are not good at recruiting anyone, but you want to attack Huanhuan and cuckold your brother. Don't you feel fucking ashamed!"

"Speak! He Ling!"

Song Zhiyan's breathing was rapid, his chest heaved violently, and his usually gentle face was filled with a heavy air of hostility and coldness.

Out of some guilt and apology, He Ling did not fight back. He put the tip of his tongue against his sore cheek and asked in a low voice, "Who gave you the photo?"

"Does it make sense who gave it to you? It's true that you are interested in Huanhuan. Without these photos, I would still be in the dark."

Song Zhiyan curled his lips, but his face became more and more gloomy, "With our friendship and my trust in you, if I really have to find out by myself, there is a high probability that I am on the way to catch the traitor."

He Ling frowned slightly, "Don't speak so harshly."

"Hard to hear?" Song Zhiyan was furious, "When you wanted to cuckold me, did you ever think about my embarrassment?"

He Ling lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, then fell silent again.

Behind Song Zhiyan's back, when Mao Ka flirted with Yu Huan, he felt ashamed. But when he faced the girl's surprised and cold peach blossom eyes, and was really looked into by her, He Ling still felt a despicable secret in his heart. And covet.

Yu Huan did not tell Song Zhiyan whether this meant that she also liked him a little bit...

This baseless guess made the man blush and become dizzy. He could only think about the joy and satisfaction that was engraved in his bones when he touched the girl's palm.

After that, when he moved next door to Yu Huan and lived in this apartment, He Ling knew that he was destined to be sorry for Song Zhiyan.

If a good brother and his girlfriend really like each other, as a good brother, of course he will sincerely bless them.

But she is Yu Huan.

He can't bear to like this kind of thing...

He Ling considers himself to be good, clean and tidy, young, handsome, wealthy, obedient and honest, and powerful... live a good life, ahem.

Yu Huan and Zhiyan are just in love, not married. What if, what if, after comparison, Yu Huan likes him more!

He just wanted to give Yu Huan multiple choices.

What a mistake!