He Rijun coming again

After leaving his contact information, Dipper gracefully jumped onto another bus.

Luo Zhiwen stood where he was, staring worriedly at the extra friend on the screen - Dipper's profile picture was as flamboyant as his own, and he took a selfie with the brilliant lights of the stage in the background.

However, Luo Zhiwen didn't want to have anything to do with the captain of a popular boy group.

Work is work, private life is private life, and the two identities are not suitable to be mixed together.

But he was embarrassed to block the friend he just added, so he stared at the phone screen and walked towards the platform.

What exactly does Dipper mean?

Could it be that Dipper has found out that he once wrote songs for him?

It shouldn't be, the song is handled by the company and has nothing to do with the members...

Luo Zhiwen was too focused on his thoughts, he didn't see the steps clearly, he stumbled and fell straight forward.

In a panic, he only had time to reach out, trying to support his body, but he didn't want someone to hug him from behind first.

Luo Zhiwen's suspended heart hadn't settled down yet, but he raised it again because of the voice next to his ear.

"Don't you know how to watch the road?" Feng Qingzhu frowned and wrapped his arms around his waist, frowning.

too skinny.

When Feng Qingzhu was drugged, he was in a trance, and only felt that Luo Zhiwen was slender. Now it seems that this person has never eaten well.

"You..." Luo Zhiwen turned around abruptly.

Feng Qingzhu bumped into those hostile eyes, and the tension in his mind broke with a "snap".

Endless gunpowder smoke filled his eyes, and Ah Wen's call echoed in his ears.

found it.

Really found it.

"Why are you here?" Luo Zhiwen didn't notice Feng Qingzhu's gaffe, he secretly glanced at the man who was about to become his ex-husband out of the corner of his eye, his heart pounding.

Hate is real, and so is love.

Whenever Luo Zhiwen sees Feng Qingzhu, his heart will be moved.

A few seagulls passed by them.

Feng Qingzhu came back to his senses, lowered his head to meet his dodging gaze, leaned over as if he couldn't get enough of it, and asked softly, "Who was that man just now?"

Luo Zhiwen struggled a bit, but failed to break away from Feng Qingzhu's hand: "What man?"

"The man who left your contact information."

"a friend."

"What friend?"

He finally came to his senses, and patted Kaifeng Qingzhu's hand resting on his waist strangely: "We're about to get divorced, do you still care what man I talk to?"

Luo Zhiwen seemed to have heard some big joke, took a step back, and carefully looked at Feng Qingzhu's face: "Don't tell me, you're about to get divorced, and you suddenly want to be a good husband?"

Luo Zhiwen laughed after finishing speaking, but he smiled with a slightly sore nose: "Okay, I know what you mean. Before signing the divorce agreement, I will always be your legal partner, and I will not find you during this period." Others, who give you a cuckold, you don't need to appear in front of me and say such a word. Leave the divorce to the lawyer. "

A few words were tantamount to adding fuel to the fire, Feng Qingzhu grabbed Luo Zhiwen's wrist and said, "We'll talk about the divorce when we go back to China. Give me your phone first."

"What are you going to do?" Luo Zhiwen's superficial composure was almost exhausted.

He has never been indifferent in front of Feng Qingzhu.

And the current Feng Qingzhu in front of him doesn't seem to have the indifference that outsiders say.

No matter how annoyed Feng Qingzhu was, he couldn't directly grab Luo Zhiwen's phone, he could only forcefully suppress the irritability and bitterness in his heart, and said word by word: "There are so many liars now, how can you just add people's contact information casually?"

Luo Zhiwen lowered his head, the hand holding the phone trembled slightly.

He didn't notice Feng Qingzhu's gaze on him, he was in pain and struggling, he wanted to get closer, but he was worried about something.

Awen.

Awen who walked into the fire for him.

After searching for many years, has he already come to him?

Feng Qingzhu didn't dare to think about it, and didn't dare to believe it, but he never wanted Luo Zhiwen to leave his sight: "Delete it."

"I even added you as a friend, why did you delete him?"

"You want to delete me?" Feng Qingzhu's anger, which had been suppressed with great difficulty, rose again, his thin lips were lightly pursed, and he uttered two words, "No."

Luo Zhiwen turned his head aside: "Are you old antique? Even if we're not planning to divorce, you can't interfere with my friendship."

Feng Qingzhu blurted out: "In the past, both married men and women had to stay at home."

"What?" Luo Zhiwen was no longer angry or annoyed, he stared dumbfounded at Feng Qingzhu's serious face, and couldn't help laughing, "You...what are you talking about, what year is this?"

After speaking, he smiled and rolled his eyes.

His eyes were beautiful, and when he smiled, there seemed to be sparkles in them.

Feng Qingzhu hesitated to speak, wanting to say that you were like this before.

But the words came to his lips and swallowed back.

Because Luo Zhiwen laughed happily.

In his dream, Feng Qingzhu had never seen him smiling so happily.

Some things just need to be remembered by one person.