Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

These eyes were so similar, as if they were carved from the same mold, but this person's face was extremely unfamiliar and did not match Su He's handsome face at all.

This sudden name made Fu Jin's body stiffen. It seemed so familiar, yet so strange, as if the last time someone called him like that had been a century ago.

He slowly lowered his eyes and curled his lips sarcastically: "I'm sorry, you got the wrong person. I'm Fu Jin. Mr. Zhao, did you mistake me for someone else?"

"No, you are Su He, you are Su He." Zhao Yichuan's voice contained a hint of uncontrollable crying, as if he was touching something fragile, the person who had tortured him for countless days and nights and made it difficult for him to fall asleep.

He had been looking for the person who disappeared after going abroad for so many years.

"If you are not him, why do your eyes look so similar?"

Fu Jin wanted to say to him, "I paid for the surgery, okay?" But he changed his mind and thought, why would he argue with a drunk person? So he patiently said, "If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

Zhao Yichuan's face was pale, his breathing was heavy, his hawk-like eyes stared at Fu Jin intently, and he refused to let go.

"Su He, don't abandon me."

"We couldn't find you."

The veins on Fu Jin's temples jumped. He took a deep breath and said with some gritted teeth, "You got the wrong person."

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yichuan still didn't let go, but pulled him tighter, even stood up and jumped on him, his legs tightly clamped around his waist, and kept muttering, "Impossible, I can't recognize the wrong person, even if you turn into ash I will recognize you."

Fu Jin: “…”

There is no need to be like this. No matter how great the hatred is, I will accept it even if I turn into ashes.

But it turns out that you should never try to reason with a drunk person.

"Su He, don't be angry. I don't want to leave the lab. It's just that I feel uncomfortable staying there since you all left."

"Also, I helped you beat up Xu Zhou, but Xu Zhou is no longer fun to play with. Every day, his expression is scary to look at."

"And He Lin, he is very successful now and has made a lot of money, but he still likes to show off his love in WeChat Moments like before. They want to get married, but they can't contact you no matter what. He Lin thinks it is a pity, and he wants to wait for you to be his best man."

"I went to No. 17 Middle School and heard from your Dean that many girls like you and he even received a box full of love letters. And you, a three-good student, actually became brothers with the school bully in your high school..."

As he spoke, his body slowly softened.

Fu Jin originally wanted to throw him out, but when he said this, he fell silent until a thunderclap sounded in his ears. Zhao Yichuan put his head on his shoulder and murmured to himself: "Su He, I like you."

Fu Jin froze in place, feeling as if he had heard it wrongly. He lowered his head stiffly and looked at Zhao Yichuan. The 1.80-meter-tall man was like a wronged puppy, curling up and burrowing into his arms.

"Su He, I really like you. I never thought I would fall in love with a man. I have had so many girlfriends, but my heart has never beat so fast for anyone. Even saying a word to someone makes me feel so satisfied."

He was obviously a veteran in the love field, but this was the first time he was so helpless in front of someone and he didn't even dare to say that he liked her.

That unknown secret love, like summer weeds, grows wildly towards the sun.

Fu Jin's hand shook and he threw the person out.

He was sure that he had not heard wrong this time. He widened his eyes in disbelief, looking at Zhao Yichuan who was grimacing in pain and looking at him blankly, and he was unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

What just happened?

Oh yes, it seems that someone just confessed his love to Zhao Yichuan, his friend who had lived in the same dormitory with him for several years.

Even though he had a strong psychological endurance and countless people had confessed their love to him, he could not resist the confession of love by someone he regarded as a good brother, and he almost collapsed on the spot.

Is it true that in the boys' dormitory, only the bed boards are straight?

To be honest, he is a little panicked now. Even after so many years of bloody storms, he has never been so panicked.

But Zhao Yichuan is his brother, he only regards him as a close friend and has never had any other thoughts.

Now he has something else to do. He can neither admit that he is Su He nor does he know how to face this sudden deterioration of friendship. He thanks him for his love, but it's just thank you. He has no way to give Zhao Yichuan a response.

Zhao Yichuan woke up after being thrown down. He looked at the unfamiliar face in front of him with doubt and called out tentatively, "Su He?"

Fu Jin said expressionlessly: "I am not."

"Since you are not, why are you reacting so strongly?" Zhao Yichuan stood up and looked at him fiercely, with a hint of expectation and pain in his eyes: "Everyone knows that Mr. Fu is ruthless and notoriously unkind. You and I don't even know each other, so how could you be so kind to take care of me?"

Fu Jin was silent for a while, then spoke with a bit of bad taste: "I just wanted to do something good when I was free, but I didn't expect you to treat me as someone else. Oh, your name is Su He, right? Who is that person? He is not even worthy of carrying my shoes, let alone me being his substitute."

"Mr. Zhao, it seems that you are not only drunk, but also blind. You like him." He showed a cruel smile: "You should not have told him, because you are a coward. You know that he doesn't like men, so you dare to say these words when you are drunk."

"If he knew, would he find you disgusting?"

"No, stop talking." Zhao Yichuan shouted in despair. He couldn't accept seeing such a similar pair of eyes showing that expression. It was more painful than a knife cutting his heart.

Fu Jin elegantly took out a cigarette and smoked it, then slowly exhaled a smoke ring. The hazy smoke ring obscured his expression, and only the cold voice sounded.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, so affectionate, it makes me want to cry. I originally thought it was a bit boring, but after listening to you say this, I am somewhat interested in this Su He."

Zhao Yichuan felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore, raised his fist and punched Fu Jin hard on the jaw.

"You are not him. You are not worthy to be compared with him."

A good person like Su He would never say such things like this bad man.

Even when he rejected someone, he would thank them for liking him, acknowledge their love, and then reject them gently but without leaving any room for doubt, just like the unopened love letters he kept at home, carefully treasured the young love of every girl.

Help them and preserve their youth.

Only people like that can be liked by so many people.

This person just had a pair of eyes similar to Su He, there was no way to compare them. Zhao Yichuan smiled bitterly. It seemed that he really drank too much and missed that person too much, so he mistook others for him.

Ever since that man disappeared, everyone around him looked a little bit like him, and he became panicked.