I won't chase you a second time

After being dragged away for a while, He Mingxu suddenly turned to look at him.

Jiang Wensong was staring at him, but unconsciously dodged his eyes, and looked away.

He Mingxu frowned slightly, and held Jiang Wensong's hand even tighter.

Jiang Wensong walked away with his head down, feeling that the real He Mingxu looked more handsome.

Walking into the elevator, He Mingxu spread his hands towards Jiang Wensong.

Jiang Wensong was still in a daze, raised his head to look at him for a while, and tentatively put his hand on it.

He Mingxu paused, and had no choice but to hold his hand again, and took the room card in Jiang Wensong's pocket with the other hand.

Jiang Wensong was dragged to the door of the room by him in a daze, only to realize that He Mingxu wanted to get his room card.

After entering the room, Jiang Wensong pretended to look around the room and nodded with satisfaction, "It is indeed the best-rated hotel."

He Mingxu stood beside him, looking at him with his arms crossed.

Jiang Wensong had no choice but to look around again, then slowly looked at He Mingxu, saw the way He Mingxu looked at him, blinked, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Are your feet all healed and you ran here alone?"

"What?" Jiang Wensong didn't think about it, and there was doubt in his tone.

what feet?

"I said your feet are all right?"

Jiang Wensong paused, then realized that he probably forgot again, "Well, it's all right."

The room became quiet, Jiang Wensong glanced at He Mingxu secretly, sat down on the edge of the bed, looked down at his own feet, and didn't know which foot he made up.

"When will you play tomorrow?" Jiang Wensong hurriedly found a topic.

"Didn't you always ask Wang Haohao?" He Mingxu's tone was lukewarm, as if asking him why he asked Wang Haohao but not him.

It's a pity that Jiang Wensong didn't hear it.

"Oh, yes." Jiang Wensong nodded.

Feeling that the atmosphere between the two is not good, Jiang Wensong sat quietly, not knowing what to say.

He Mingxu watched Jiang Wensong lower his head obediently, pursed his lips, and took two steps forward.

The room is very quiet, even the sound of footsteps and cloth rubbing is very clear.

Jiang Wensong raised his head, and looked nervously at He Mingxu who was standing in front of him.

Then he saw He Mingxu lowered his head and kissed his lips.

He Mingxu pinched his chin with his fingers very hard, Jiang Wensong shrank back, but in exchange for more force.

He Mingxu's kiss was not gentle at all, even a little rude, as if he was a little angry at Jiang Wensong's subconscious dodge.

Jiang Wensong stared, and suddenly forgot to breathe, but he didn't have any thoughts of resistance.

It seems... I like it quite a bit.

He Mingxu stopped, moved away slightly, and his scorching breath hit Jiang Wensong's nose.

"breathe."

A deep voice rang in his ears, Jiang Wensong's eyes slowly focused, looking at He Mingxu who was right in front of him.

He Mingxu's fingers moved up, and wiped Jiang Wensong's wet lips vigorously.

"What are you dazed for?"

Jiang Wensong moved a little away, shook his head, he felt as if he had become very hot.

"You always look at me in a daze today."

"Jiang Wensong, you are wrong."

Jiang Wensong was shocked.

"Who am I?" He Mingxu asked him.

"He Mingxu."

Maybe it was because Jiang Wensong answered quickly, He Mingxu's expression relaxed a little.

Jiang Wensong looked at He Mingxu, moved his lips, but still couldn't speak.

He thought to himself that even he himself didn't want to fall in love with someone who looked like an senile dementia.

"Zizzizi."

The mobile phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated, interrupting Jiang Wensong's hesitation.

Jiang Wensong looked down at the screen, got up and walked out quickly, "I'll answer the phone."

Before reaching the door, Jiang Wensong flicked his hand and pressed the answer button.

My aunt's loud voice came from the mobile phone in an instant, "Jiang Wensong! Where did you go! The doctor said that you can't be discharged from the hospital yet!"

Jiang Wensong quickly covered his phone.

The voice was clearly transmitted from the mobile phone to the room, He Mingxu turned his head and looked at the closed door.

Jiang Wensong closed the door and walked aside before replying, "I'm out to relax."

"Need to take away all the passports to relax?" Song Ruimin trembled with Jiang Wensong's letter. "Where did you go?"

Jiang Wensong paused, "In Country G."

Before the words finished, Song Ruimin unconsciously raised his voice again, "Country G? What are you doing abroad?!"

"I booked a plane ticket very early, and I came out to watch a friend's game." Jiang Wensong fiddled with the decorations on the corridor.

"..." Song Ruimin breathed a sigh of relief, and persuaded in a soft voice, "Baby, the doctor said that you can't be discharged from the hospital yet. Have you remembered that and you will be discharged? You are in danger, so come back quickly, okay?"

Jiang Wensong didn't speak.

"Your friend is playing a game, can't you watch the live broadcast? We can watch it when we go back to the hospital."

Song Ruimin persuaded him for a while, and it was the first time she felt that Jiang Wensong was so disobedient.

Maybe He Mingxu had been waiting for a long time, the door was suddenly opened, and Jiang Wensong saw He Mingxu with a blank face.

"Auntie, I'll hang up first." Jiang Wensong hung up the phone hastily.

"You sneaked out of the hospital?" He Mingxu's tone became severe.

"No……"

"I heard."

Jiang Wensong stopped talking and took a step forward, as if he wanted to enter the house.

He Mingxu blocked the door, not letting him in.

During the confrontation, Wang Haohao's panting voice suddenly came from the other end of the corridor, "Brother Xu! Come back quickly! Roll call!"

He Mingxu took a deep breath, glanced at the silent Jiang Wensong, "We'll talk about it tomorrow."

Jiang Wensong watched He Mingxu's back disappear in the corridor, and after a while, he slowly entered the room.

He couldn't explain why he insisted on coming to country G, but seeing He Mingxu, it seemed that there was no need for too many reasons.

Although He Mingxu was very cruel to him, Jiang Wensong didn't hold grudges, and read his notes a few times as usual before going to bed.

Thinking of the He Mingxu he met today, his vague memory seemed to respond. After thinking about some fragments, Jiang Wensong felt much better.

Back in the house, He Mingxu still had a slightly angry look on his face. Wang Haohao looked at him, but he couldn't guess whether the two had a fight or had a fight just now. Brother Xu's face was so dark.

He Mingxu sat on the bed, only to realize that he was still holding Jiang Wensong's room card in his hand.

After the roll call finished and left the floor, He Mingxu managed to calm down and went to Jiang Wensong's room again with his room card.

Jiang Wensong may have fallen asleep because he was too tired. In the dark room, only a dim bedside lamp was turned on, and the sound of even breathing could be heard softly in the quiet room.

He Mingxu approached softly, frowned and looked at Jiang Wensong who was holding the phone and his half-dried hair.

I was still playing with my mobile phone before going to bed, and the mobile phone that was still on slowly slipped from my hand, conspicuous in the dark room.

He Mingxu put Jiang Wensong's hand under the quilt, bent down and picked up the mobile phone that was put aside, trying to turn off the screen and put it on the bedside table.

When picking up the phone, he inadvertently caught sight of Jiang Wensong's phone screen, and He Mingxu suddenly stopped moving.

The fingers holding the phone slowly tightened, and he didn't move for a long time, as if he was frozen in place.