A heartthrob? Here you go!

Chapter 157 Abnormality

In the dim and spacious study, a young man was sitting dejectedly in front of a dark wooden desk in the shadow.

The moonlight shone in, but could not illuminate the darkness that was as thick as ink all over his body. He was motionless, like a statue of an evil god in a temple.

The pale blue light reflected on the pale face, the red eye sockets looked particularly strange, and the dark eyeballs were fixed on the light screen.

Suddenly, he reached out and took the small white porcelain plate beside him, picked up a grape, and gently put it into his mouth, his cheeks moving slightly.

After a while, he took another plate and spit out a round, light green grape with purple skin.

He looked solemnly at the purple and green colors in the white porcelain plate, picked up another grape, moved his cheeks slightly, peeled it, and spit it out.

He practiced numbly with his mouth and stared at the screen numbly with his eyes.

The light screen was white and mottled, as if it was blocked by clothes, making it difficult to tell what was on the screen.

But Song Jingshen knew it clearly.

The heart was clenched into a ball and twisted with great force, and the severe pain that seemed to be crushing the heart spread throughout the nerves.

It must be because his kissing skills are not good that Fang Chi has the chance to succeed.

Song Jingshen watched the replay over and over again in self-torture, his heart broken.

Five minutes and forty-nine seconds...

Spit out the grapes, pick up one, peel it, spit it out, pick up another one, peel it and spit it out, repeating the cycle over and over again.

Song Jingshen felt sore and uncomfortable in the muscles around his cheeks, but he continued practicing over and over again as if he was unaware.

It was his fault. He didn't practice well enough and gave others a chance.

It's all his fault.

"Boom..."

The last grape rolled down the smooth little plate and into the trash can nearby.

Song Jingshen shifted his gaze and stared at the half-filled bucket of grape skins and light green pulp. He slowly put down the plate in his hand, bent down to hold the trash can, and when he was about to pick up the grape, his heart suddenly ached.

The severe pain made Song Jingshen almost unable to breathe, and he fell directly to the ground.

“Bang—”

The trash can was overturned and rolled to the side. The young man supported himself on the ground with his hands, and his long black hair spread out on the ground and spread out on the carpet.

A crystal drop of water fell silently, and he slowly raised his hand to cover his heart.

He's in so much pain, Xiaoyu.

My heart tightened and twisted into a ball, it felt extremely sore and painful, I could hardly breathe, and my whole body was weak and trembling.

He was in so much pain, so much pain...

"Ding ding."

A crisp ring rang, and Song Jingshen came back to his senses. He forced himself to stand up. The light screen just stopped shaking, revealing a soft and elegant face.

He was smiling at a familiar woman.

That is the little fish's mother.

Song Jingshen grabbed the monitor expressionlessly and slammed it to the ground.

"boom!"

He smashed the monitor expressionlessly, then kicked over the desk. The muscles in his upper arms bulged and the veins in his arms throbbed violently.

He picked up a chair beside him and smashed it hard against the monitor. With a bang, the face on the monitor was smashed into pieces, and after a moment, the light went out.

He stared at the black screen of the monitor, turned and left the study, closed the door to hide the mess in the room, and locked the door.

Returning to his room, Song Jingshen opened the wardrobe, selected a set of light silk white home clothes from a variety of clothes, and went into the bathroom.

After taking a shower, Song Jingshen stood in front of the mirror.

On the smooth and clear mirror, the young man was wearing white silk long-sleeved shirt and long pants. He looked slender and noble, with long, thick and beautiful hair like silk. Looking up, he had a handsome face that was exceptionally broken and fragile.

He pressed his shaking hand against the mirror.

Bloodless lips, pale cheeks, red and swollen eye sockets, lifeless eyes...

Ox.

too ugly.

Song Jingshen turned around, opened a drawer, and took out cosmetics that she had never used before.

After taking it out with trembling hands, he took a deep breath, turned on the concealer, pressed down the redness at the corners of his eyes, added blush to his cheeks, and then lightly applied a layer of lipstick.

In the mirror, the young man regained his former clear and elegant appearance.

Go downstairs, open the refrigerator, take out the wontons that had been wrapped in advance, turn on the fire, and heat up the soup.

In the huge and cold kitchen, there was only a tall and thin figure standing there.

Suddenly, he bent over, holding his heart, his long hair sliding down his shoulders, his chest heaving violently, his lips wide open, breathing violently.

The slender back seemed to be broken and collapsed on the table.

After taking a few deep breaths to suppress the severe pain, Song Jingshen slowly stood up, tidied his long hair, put the wontons into the pot, calmly seasoned the ingredients, and served them on a plate.

He is not virtuous enough and he is not considerate enough.

It was because he was not attractive enough that he could not keep the little fish.

no problem, no problem.

Song Jingshen brought out the steaming wontons, placed them on the dining table to cool, and adjusted the position of the flowers in the vase on the table.

After tidying up everything, he slowly walked to the window, turned on the light, adjusted the living room lighting, and then sat down on the chair next to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The dim light and the silvery moonlight outside the window intertwined, not only failing to reveal his ugly face covered with makeup, but also making him look even more gentle and upright.

The demeanor of a gentleman is different from that of a lowly person, he is gentle, kind, virtuous and upright.

He took a book, opened it, and placed it on his knees. The waiting in the past made him calm and happy, but now it was full of torture. The words on the pages were wriggling like black maggots, disgusting and ugly.

There was a noise outside the door. After a slight noise, there were familiar footsteps, and then the voice that made him think about it day and night: "Huh? Aren't you resting yet? Jingshen?"

Quiet and deep?

The hand holding the book trembled slightly for a moment, and Song Jingshen's lips trembled.

Xiaoyu still called him so affectionately and cared about him.

Xiaoyu still loves him.

The severe pain in his heart gradually eased. Song Jingshen tried to smile as elegantly as before, but found that the muscles on his face were so stiff that they were difficult to control, twitching and jumping.

Yu Ge had just finished greeting when Song Jingshen suddenly turned his head away, avoiding her gaze, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "I'm waiting for you. I made you a midnight snack. It's on the table. Eat first."

No matter how late it was, Song Jingshen would always wait for her to come back, stand up and greet her with a smile, but today, he didn't even look at her and just turned his head away.

The mood is very abnormal.

Yu Ge took a tentative step towards him: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Hearing the footsteps, Song Jingshen stood up directly, and after a while, he turned to look at Yu Ge and smiled gently, "Xiaoyu cares about me, I'm very happy."

As he spoke, he walked towards Yu Ge, raised his hand and placed it on her shoulder, spun her around and pushed her towards the dining table, his chest pressed against her back, vibrating: "I prepared wontons, would you like to have some?"

"No, I'm full." Yu Ge stopped, pushed his hand away, glanced at Song Jingshen suspiciously, and suddenly determined.

Why does this eye look swollen?

"Did you eat enough at Fang Chi's place?" Song Jingshen lowered his eyes and stared at her, raised his hand to touch her nameplate, and said as he took it off.

"Xiao Yu, if Councillor Fang forces you to do something you don't want to do, I can help."

It's not right.

Song Jingshen was in a very bad mood.

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