last love

On the way back, Wen Ke and Han Jiangque didn't say anything.

In fact, this can't be called arguing and getting angry. Wen Ke just felt a kind of indescribable exhaustion, while Han Jiangque was driving with a dull head.However, once the two of them entered this anxious state, it seemed that they naturally formed a strange habit of not speaking first.

After returning home, Wen Ke felt poor physically and mentally, so she shrank into the bed alone.

Although he closed his eyes, he couldn't sleep at all, his mind was in a mess, and he didn't know what he was thinking, so he just lay there in a daze.

Han Jiangque didn't open the bedroom door until night, and then gently lifted a corner of Wen Ke's quilt.

"Wen Ke, would you like something to eat?"

Wen Ke opened his eyes and saw that Alpha was sitting by the bed and looking at him with a small bowl of soup.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and they seemed to be trapped in a very viscous, thick darkness——

Wen Ke propped himself up and wanted to speak, but his voice was hoarse.

Han Jiangque put one hand around him, scooped up a spoonful of soup, then bowed his head and blew twice before feeding it to him.

Wen Ke immediately discovered that it was the ginkgo pork belly soup made by his favorite Cantonese-style soup. The rich soup was sprinkled with a little pepper noodles, which was very fragrant.If it is normal, he must love to drink like hell.

But today, I really didn't have any appetite, and I even felt a little nauseous when I smelled that smell, so after taking a sip, I had to turn my head and push the bowl away a little.

"I, I can't eat..."

Wen Ke spoke with difficulty.

Han Jiangque was silent for a while, and said in a low voice, "Or do you want to eat something else, I'll buy it for you?"

"I really can't eat it." Wen Ke shook his head again uncomfortably.

"You didn't eat anything at noon. You must eat something at night, or your stomach will be starved." Han Jiangque paused, and then his voice became smaller and smaller. In the end, it was almost unheard: "Eat Order... okay, brother."

Wen Ke raised his head and stared blankly at Han Jiangque.

The soft "brother" is not so much acting like a baby, it is more like begging for mercy.

Han Jiangque's dark and beautiful eyes looked at him without blinking, there was pleading in it, but also a faint trace of helplessness.

Since high school, he and Han Jiangque had actually never had a cold war, and even seldom quarreled.

The young Han Jiangque has a very stubborn temper and speaks directly, but no matter what, he was the one who followed behind to coax him.Even as a friend, he has always been the one to please—

But now, they have become the closest lovers, and Han Jiangque, who was once so loved by him, showed such a cautious demeanor.

Sometimes, it seems that only when facing the person who loves you the most, will you realize how unparalleled power you have——

For the same conflict, Zhuo Yuan can have a hundred ways to deal with him, he can ignore him, he can perfunctory him with duplicity, he can turn around and leave indifferently;

But Han Jiangque didn't have any.

Han Jiangque had no reservations in front of him.

That's why he can absolutely and strongly control Han Jiangque's mood, whether heaven or hell is in his mind.

Wen Ke's heart was suddenly filled with some kind of sore emotion. He stretched out his hand and hugged Han Jiangque tightly, and then kissed Alpha's forehead one after another.

"I'm sorry," he took a deep breath and leaned his face against Han Jiangque's chest: "I'm in a bad mood, and I don't know how to describe it...I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

He was really depressed, and when he thought that he had made Han Jiangque sad, he became even more depressed——

He is almost 30 years old, but he still has nothing to do in his career.

He wanted to manage his relationship well, and wanted to hold Han Jiangque in his hands for the rest of his life, but he still couldn't deal with these little things in life.

"I'm fine, I just..."

Han Jiangque gently stroked Wen Ke's hair: "I just don't want you to work hard, and I don't want you to be in any danger."

"I know." Wen Ke nodded, and murmured: "Han Jiangque, I'm really confused. I really want the last love to be successful, and I've reached this point, but I have to stop again— —I’m really not reconciled. For so many years, I seldom insisted on anything for myself. I was so weak and weak. Ten years passed in the blink of an eye. , I feel terrible. I regret too much about the past. I have always been a person without self, so I have lived such a worthless life. If I could insist on myself earlier, wouldn’t my life be like this now? of."

Han Jiangque didn't speak.

Whenever this kind of moment comes, he deeply feels his own powerlessness and clumsiness. He wants to understand the pain and entanglement in Wen Ke's life, but it seems to be beyond the scope of his interpretation. Mature persuasion is beyond words.

"Han Jiangque, what about you... Will you ever have such a time? What if I say, I don't want you to box because I'm worried about your danger? Will you be confused? I know things are different at all, but I I can't think of any other examples at the moment."

Han Jiangque lowered his head and looked at Wen Ke. He was silent for a while, but it didn't seem to be out of hesitation. A gloomy emotion flashed in his dark eyes, and then he said calmly: "Xiao Ke, you are my friend." The first person I fell in love with was also the only person I fell in love with—if you said that I was worried, I would never fight again. In fact, whether it is boxing or anything else, my answer is the same. "

"I'm like this... am I considered a person without self?"

When he said this, perhaps because he knew the answer, he smiled very shallowly out of depression and self-mockery.

He was certainly one of those people who have no ego in love.

Not just boxing, he can also abandon ten years of friendship, and more and more things. In the eyes of outsiders, he has to be what kind of person.

He waited hopelessly for ten years, knowing that there was no result, so he stayed where he was, not wanting to move forward.

If he only talks about himself, in fact, the person he is most sorry for is himself.

Wen Ke was stunned for a moment, obviously he asked the question himself, but for a moment he didn't know how to respond.

That night, Wen Ke couldn't sleep almost all night.

Almost for the first time, he felt a feeling of not being able to touch his heart.

He suddenly wondered if he had really changed over the years.

When he was in high school, he treated Han Jiangque single-mindedly and relentlessly. When facing a group of gangsters who pressed Han Jiangque under him to protect him, he didn't even think about whether he would be beaten to death.

What was your state of mind at that time?

Thinking of her boyhood, Wen Ke almost gritted her teeth in order not to shed tears.

Han Jiangque can still love him until he loses himself.

But can he?

These ten years of life have changed him.

Although he was only two years older than Han Jiangque, at that moment just now, he was like a real middle-aged man who had gone through ups and downs in society, looking back tiredly at the clear and innocent young Han Jiangque.

……

Early the next morning, Fu Xiaoyu brought a lot of materials.

Han Jiangque obviously wanted to let Wen Ke rest, but he didn't want to argue with Wen Ke anymore, so in the end he didn't say anything, but went downstairs to buy breakfast for them.

Fu Xiaoyu always put all her attention on her work, so she didn't notice that Wen Ke and Han Jiangque were both in a bad mood, and immediately began to practice with Wen Ke on the presentation draft when she met Lan Yu.

"No."

"Your tone and expression are too hesitant. You want to convince the other party that your proposal is valuable. You have to be tough and confident."

"Do it again, it still doesn't work."

Wen Ke was obviously not in a good state, and Fu Xiaoyu had interrupted the first half of the episode several times.

"Wen Ke, what's the matter with you today?"

Fu Xiaoyu's expression was a little stern.

The official meeting was only five days away, and the time was actually quite tight, and he had extremely high requirements for all the projects he handled. Wen Ke's performance now obviously made him very dissatisfied.

"I……"

Wen Ke hesitated to put the document on the table, and suddenly said softly: "Fu Xiaoyu, can we go to the balcony and talk?"