you better not like me

Zhan Zheng couldn't help but breathe lightly.

Man is a creature of flesh and blood. He can think about problems and judge right from wrong from a rational point of view, but when he hears Zhan Ke tremblingly asking "what else can I do" with a faint crying voice, he will feel distressed.

Zhan Zheng swallowed, his dry throat felt a little tingling, he didn't dare to look at Zhan Ke, lowered his head and said, "Brother, he paid you for six years of youth, and he didn't ask for anything from you."

After a pause, he said, "Benevolence is the utmost."

The atmosphere between the two was extremely suppressed, and Zhan Ke only felt pain in his temples, and a string in his head seemed to be tightly stretched, and the tearing sensation made him have a splitting headache.

He sat down weakly, folded his hands on his forehead, and instantly cast an impenetrable shadow over his face.

"Maybe if I didn't run into him that day, I would hold back my whole life and not disturb him. Seriously, if I didn't meet him at the elevator door on the day I returned to Pingjiang, I could hold back." Zhan Ke repeated twice, Eager to express himself, "I came back to Pingjiang for the first time in five years. I was at the elevator entrance of the hotel's underground parking lot. I saw him as soon as the door opened. We are destined, right?" He was like It's asking Zhan Zheng, and it seems to be asking himself, and it seems to be firm in his illusory conclusion.

"You don't know. I have never felt such a strong feeling when I can't see it..." He paused, and wiped his face fiercely. In front of me, how can I bear it. I can't help it, even if he is married, even if he says... that he has no feelings for me, he can't help it." When he was a student, he ruled 1000 students in the whole grade with super strong thinking logic. Zhan Ke, who has had many people for three years and has never missed a shot, at the moment his proud rationality is shattered into powder, and he speaks incoherently.

Before he met Chen Yan that day, he never thought that one day he would be controlled by his emotions to this point.

The moment the elevator door opened, the moment he saw Chen Yan clearly, the moment he looked at Chen Yan.

The yearning and love accumulated for five years were thrown out, and he couldn't even imagine getting out of control.

"Six years." When Zhan Ke mentioned this number, the corners of his eyes blushed involuntarily. "I can give him countless six years. As long as I am still alive, I can pay him for my whole life."

Ask for it?

"I begged him to ask me for it, but he refused."

"Send it to your door, and he doesn't want it either."

"So what if I go to hell."

"Why doesn't he even give me the chance to go to hell."

Since the year Zhan Zheng entered the industry, he has been busy all year round.

The workaholic may be inherited from his parents, and Zhan Zheng also inherited it perfectly.

However, this time, just after the filming was completed, the workaholic took a leave of absence to go home and disappeared.

Manager Fan Cong decided to blow up Zhan Zheng's mobile phone on the third day after he lost contact with him——

Hundreds of calls went unanswered.

At night, Fan Cong received a text message from a missing person.

-There is an urgent matter at home and I can't leave, so I put off work, thank you Brother Cong

Zhan Zheng looked at Zhan Ke who had finally fallen asleep, and rubbed the center of his brows tiredly. After sending the text message, the phone with low battery was turned off soon.

He simply threw the phone aside, walked to the living room with a hazy drunkenness, glanced at the mess everywhere, and then took out the garbage bag to clean it expressionlessly.

wine bottle.

wine bottle.

wine bottle.

cigarette case.

cigarette case.

cigarette case.

As he stuffed the garbage bag, he counted silently in his heart childishly.

This is the third day.

His third day back.

It was the third day that Zhan Ke was locked up at home by him.

The good-for-nothing brother locked the invincible brother at home.

Afraid that he would run away.

Even half a year ago, Zhan Zheng would not have dared to think about it.

He had just finished collecting the garbage on his front feet, before he had time to wipe the table, when he heard a few murmurs from the bedroom.

Zhan Zheng hurriedly put the garbage bag at the door and walked into the bedroom.

There was a drunk lying on the bed. The black shirt was hanging loosely on his body. It seemed that the buttons were only half buttoned, and the front was open.

The drunkard was slowly moving towards the edge of the bed, and he didn't know what to say.

Zhan Zheng sighed, walked in and stood on the other side of the bed, stretched his body and dragged Zhan Ke to the middle of the bed, "I want to run after drinking so much, you won't be able to reach your destination even if you rub it for ten years. Go to sleep now."

Zhan Zheng wrinkled his nose, pulled Zhan Ke's clothes and leaned over to smell it, then pulled his own clothes and lowered his head to smell it.

His expression twisted.

"It's moldy from drinking." Zhan Zheng couldn't bear it anymore, and planned to change Zhan Ke's clothes.

As soon as his hand touched his shirt, before he could grasp the button, his wrist was pinched.

"Chen Yan."

Drunk is really drunk, and the name is really clear.Zhan Zheng slapped him hard on the hand. He wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth but didn't say anything.

Although Zhan Ke is drunk, he can remember what he said even if he is not completely drunk.

He didn't dare to provoke Zhan Ke anymore.

Zhan Ke opened his eyes in a daze, and said to Zhan Zheng, "I want to go to Pingjiang."

Zhan Zheng didn't look at him, and silently unbuttoned him to change his clothes.

He replied coldly: "If you don't go to Pingjiang, your parents are dead, so you don't need to go back."

Zhan Ke struggled a bit, "Go back to... Pingjiang."

Zhan Zheng glanced at him, couldn't help but gritted his teeth, his expression a little moved.

Zhan Ke is a person who "does not get drunk", because even if he drinks too much, he is still in the same state as usual.

Others can't see him like this.

In Zhan Zheng's impression, Zhan Ke probably hasn't shown such an expression since the third or fourth grade.

Like a child who tugged at his mother's skirt and begged her to take him to an amusement park.

Sincere, ignorant.

After the mother refuses, the child will act like a baby and say, "Just for a while, okay, mom?"

Drunk Zhan Ke will ask again and again after being rejected.

"Go back to Pingjiang."

"Zhan Zheng, are you going back to Pingjiang?"

Zhan Zheng took out a loose dark gray pajamas for the elderly from the closet, his disgusted eyes flicked from the clothes to the drunk, still disgusted.

"What old age aesthetics?" Zhan Zheng muttered, dressing Zhan Ke like a child.

Zhan Ke suddenly became obedient.

He didn't say a word during the changing process, just staring at the clothes on his body.

After putting it on, I stretched out my hand and pulled it.

He suddenly laughed.

"Chen Yan bought it."

"Chen Yan... bought it from a part-time job. Two hundred, 200 yuan a set." Zhan Ke remembered something and laughed, "He didn't tell me the price, but he forgot to accept the receipt."

Zhan Zheng didn't speak.

Zhan Ke chattered again, "I'm so poor."

Zhan Zheng raised his eyebrows, "Then take it off?"

Zhan Ke put his arms around himself, shook his head, "No."

Zhan Zheng said "tsk", "Then you still think he is poor."

Zhan Ke turned over and lay down on the bed, holding his stomach with his right hand habitually, "It's okay, I have money. I can buy him 20 sets of pajamas."

Zhan Zheng couldn't hold back his laugh, "Crazy."

Zhan Ke slowly closed his eyes again, "Take me to him, I want to buy pajamas for him."

After speaking, I fell asleep.