I heard that my boyfriend is sick

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Even though he witnessed this scene with his own eyes, Wen Yueran still didn't move rashly, his footsteps stopped abruptly, his eyes were lowered, and his thoughts were chaotic.Unlike other people who rashly beat up the scumbag Xiaosan, Wen Yueran was extremely calm and had enough trust in He Chongqiu.He calmly observed the strange man's posture, took a closer look, and found that the other man seemed to be a little shaky, although he was ambiguous with He Chongqiu's whereabouts, but he didn't stop. Maybe even a drunk.

Wen Yueran nodded slightly, stepped forward again, and walked to the dining table. The closer they got, the more Wen Yueran could notice the bewilderment and uncertainty in He Chongqiu's eyes.He Chongqiuxu squinted his eyes at the strange man opposite him, then at Wen Yueran, and then let go of the hand holding him.

The drunk was a somewhat soft-looking young man, seeing He Chongqiu retracting his hand, he was a little unhappy, before he could say anything more, a hand suddenly pressed down on his shoulder, the young man struggled hard twice, and remained motionless.

"Sir, go sober up if you drink too much, and don't sit in the wrong seat." Wen Yueran smiled and pointed to the warm steak on the table. "You affected my meal."

Being hit by Wen Yueran's indifferent voice, the squeamish drunkard suddenly sobered up, and he didn't care about continuing to chat, he apologized and left in embarrassment, he didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he walked to several tables, rubbed his shoulders, and stabbed him. It hurts, I must have been pinched and bruised by the one standing just now.

Wen Yueran sat back in his seat without changing his expression. Instead of asking questions, he gracefully picked up the knife and fork and motioned He Chongqiu to eat steak together.

He Chongqiu opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, his expression was a little annoyed, but he subconsciously kept his secrets to himself, so he didn't make any excuses, so he could only mumble: "Of course, let me cut the steak for you."

Wen Yueran didn't stop He Chongqiu's overtures, he pushed the plate over and looked at the other's earnest eyebrows with his hands on his cheeks.He Chongqiu cut the steak gently, carefully cut it into neat small pieces, and was considerate, making it impossible to doubt this person's intentions. Wen Yueran looked at it, lowered his eyes, and sighed after all, he took out his pocket The mobile phone in the room, silently looking at the photos just sent.

It was full of He Chongqiu's face.

He Chongqiu in the photo is working step by step, commuting between the consulting office and the company, and occasionally going to the restaurant to have a meal or ramen. He will laugh and laugh with his colleagues, but he is very measured and always a gentleman.When he looked plain and ordinary, and even made people admire the amazing man, the content of the photos suddenly changed, and there appeared several photos of He Chongqiu having an ambiguous behavior with other men. It was the same as what Wen Yueran witnessed today. Strangers are unexpectedly gentle and nice.Although there is no ironclad evidence of derailment, his behavior is indeed ambiguous and daydreamable.If Wen Yueran had a bad temper, he would have posted those photos on the spot, and the chaos would have been turned upside down.

However, Wen Yueran was not furious because of this. In fact, this was not the first time Wen Yueran felt that something was wrong with He Chongqiu.

That's right, it's just not right.

He and He Chongqiu used to be alumni of the same university. They both majored in the same major but were in different grades, both from the Department of Economics.He Chongqiu was a prominent figure in the school at that time, and also his direct senior. Unlike the other party's undeniable acumen in the field of economics and business, Wen Yueran has always hated the major of economics, and he has no talent. It's a popular major, but it's really boring to read and I don't have the ability to study in depth.

At that time, Wen Yueran was aiming at the major-changing exam at the end of his freshman year, and was about to transfer to a more interesting psychology major. He carried a big brick textbook to the library every day, and worked as hard as if he was going through the college entrance examination again. Although the task was arduous, but Wen Yueran has a tenacious and strong personality, but he doesn't admit defeat. He spends in the library every day, but he still looks decent.

However, there is a mixed bag of mermaids and dragons in the library. Some people specialize in teasing girls and men in a fixed area. Wen Yueran is good-looking, so naturally he cannot escape. He often finds that there are cards and chocolates in his brick textbooks. Pay attention, even breaking the central air conditioner above his head in summer is just to make a word in the past and send a remote control of the air conditioner.

Wen, who was devoted to studying, became more and more disturbed, and it was useless to change positions, until one day, a young man with a warm smile sat across from him, quietly reading a treatise on economics.He never deliberately talked to Wen Yueran, nor did he interfere with the other party's questions, but he would greet each other with a smile before he sat down, and he would not hit the smiling person with his hand. Wen Yueran also had a good impression of this handsome and gentle young man.Moreover, since he appeared, the people in the library seemed to have tacitly agreed that the two of them had a great relationship, and for a while blocked the chatting that came, and the two became frequent visitors to the fixed seats.

Wen Yueran sat with him for a month before he realized that the other person was called He Chongqiu. At that time, he was thinking hard about a microeconomic proof, and He Chongqiu came over enthusiastically.

"Is it Ah Luo's fixed point? You don't need to master it for the time being as a freshman. However, you are so serious that you have previewed until later." He Chongqiu whispered.

Wen Yueran pursed his lips. "...I know, but I want to change my major. The exam involves macro and micro... There is only one chance... there can't be too many omissions."

He remembered that at that time, the gentle young man smiled, his eyes seemed to be full of stars, and the other party closed his eyes and discussed.

"If you don't mind, I can teach you."

The two maintained a relationship as a teacher and a friend for more than half a year. He Chongqiu would spend an hour every day to highlight the key points and explain the difficult problems to Wen Yueran.Sometimes two people will hold a psychology book while the other holds an economics book, and read quietly without disturbing each other.After getting more familiar with him, Wen Yueran would still tell some psychological jokes to He Chongqiu with a cold face.

On the day when the results of the professional transfer examination were announced, Wen Yueran's name was not on the list.

He Chongqiu came to the library to look for Wen Yueran with some worries, but he didn't expect that the other party was not depressed, but looked at the book in his hand with interest.

Wen Yueran raised his head, turned sideways, and found that He Chongqiu's eyes were a little red, and he was about to say something, but He Chongqiu silently hugged him from behind.

"It's okay to fail once, don't be afraid."

Wen Yueran was a little stiff, feeling the warm chest of the other party, he couldn't help smiling, and leaned back.

"Senior, in fact, I... didn't take the exam. After thinking about it, economics isn't particularly boring. I'll just minor in psychology when I'm in my sophomore year. Isn't it just two majors? I don't Feel hard."

He Chongqiu was taken aback, his arms tightened, "...you."

"Besides, I still want to be in the same college as you... Don't say that we can still meet in optional classes in the future... I..." Wen Yueran said in a low voice. "I want to graduate in the same academic uniform as you, and get a degree certificate of the same color..."

How could He Chongqiu hear what Qingwen Yueran was saying? He suddenly felt that the person in front of him was extraordinarily clear, different from other Gaussian blurred people, he was gradually vivid, colorful, with clear eyebrows and eyes, which made the heart beat faster.

The two have maintained a relationship for nearly five years. They graduated from school together. One went to the private company of He Chen, the overlord, and the other went to a psychological counseling office to become a doctor. They are loyal and considerate to each other, which is almost the envy of everyone. Model husband and wife.

The first time Wen Yueran felt that He Chongqiu was a little strange was at a company dinner. At that time, as He Chongqiu’s family members, he went to eat and sing K with everyone. Everyone drank too much. He Chongqiu also went to the toilet. The more worried he was, the more he saw He Chongqiu who was flirting with his company colleagues in the corridor.

The behavior of the other party was strange and chilling, and Wen Yueran even felt absurd. He was about to speak out, but he heard He Chongqiu touch the face of the person in front of him blankly, and called out. "Ran Ran……"

That colleague was also drunk, so he couldn't hear clearly. He was about the same height as Wen Yueran, but his appearance was not the same at all. The colleague said "ah" a few times, and patted He Chongqiu on the back boldly. "You said... what?! Lao He... hiccup—I'm Xiao Zhong."

The colleague surnamed Zhong left quickly, and Wen Yueran stood far away, watching He Chongqiu start to slap his head, he tried to keep his eyes open, looking around blankly, sometimes he would catch Guo Lu similar to Wen Yueran Stranger in stature, and then let go with a stinging pain. Although it is possible that you may not be able to recognize people clearly after being drunk, it shouldn't be like this.

Wen Yueran's voice was a little rough, he walked slowly to He Chongqiu's side, the handsome man was already squatting by the corridor, he took out the memo interface of the mobile phone with shaking hands, there were all kinds of memo notes densely stored in it, he shook Shaking his head, he clicked on one of the memos.

"How could it be Xiao Zhong?"

Wen Yueran squatted silently opposite He Chongqiu, the shadows of the two overlapped, and he clearly saw the memos on the screen about the people in the company, one by one, extremely detailed, even including the clothes commonly worn by colleagues, not only including colleagues, but also Doctor colleagues in my consultation center, when they wrote Xiao Zhong, there was a sentence written on it.

——I like to wear blue suits, and I have a slight limp when I walk, not Ranran.

Wen Yueran clearly remembered that Xiao Zhong bought a red coat specially and said at the dinner table that he wanted to change his image. At that time, He Chongqiu's eyes were a little dazed, and he was a little dazed when he saw the other party, until he saw himself again. The certainty and softness of the under eye are restored.

He Chongqiu noticed the squatting person in front of him, raised his head and smiled at him. "Ran Ran?"

Wen Yueran hummed sourly.

This misidentification was not accidental. Since then, Wen Yueran has more or less discovered He Chongqiu's gaffe several times. It seems that he no longer misidentifies his friends and colleagues, but treats some strangers differently. At most, he will take care of the stranger subconsciously, and every time he finds out that he has confessed his mistake, he will beat his head in frustration, and add the memo with trembling hands, which seems very painful, such a gentle and gentle person, but so painful.Sometimes when Wen Yueran saw him, He Chongqiu wanted to explain, but when the words came to his lips, he became silent. Fortunately, Wen Yueran always believed in him and did not lose his temper and question him. This kind of belief made He Chongqiu even more silent. He could only hold Wen Yueran's hand tightly, unwilling to inflict his pain on his ignorant lover.

Wen Yueran went from being angry at the beginning to carefully checking, and sure enough, something was really wrong with his boyfriend, He Chongqiu.

At this time, the steak had been cut, and He Chongqiu handed the plate back with warm eyes.

Wen Yueran tried his best to smile, his cold eyes moistened slightly.

"Thank you, Chongqiu."

Although He Chongqiu carefully concealed it, Wen Yueran still clearly realized that his boyfriend seemed to be sick.