best day

Biologically speaking, ordinary love lasts for two years.

In the fast-paced city, there are only about seven months left.

A few seconds of heartbeat would be fleeting if it were only due to the temptation of pheromones.

From this point of view, love is really a short and harsh thing.

Is it worth it to be sad and entangled in pain?

The most tragic thing in the world is when you are sad, sad, entangled, and suffering, and then suddenly realize that the love you thought was not even liking.

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No. 20 days.

Ou Jie sat at his small desk in a daze, carefully writing down the day.

Ordinary people probably haven't even held hands in less than a month, right?

But Zheng Luolai seemed to have taken everything from him.

The dream life and lover in front of me are like a dream.

He smiled suddenly, turned off the hot computer, took the carefully prepared bento box and walked like an elevator - it is rare for Zheng Luolai to go to work in the morning, and it is also a kind of happiness to be able to enjoy lunch together when he is busy.

-

It was always quiet outside the office on the top floor.

Ou Jie glanced quietly, and found that the assistant was not outside, so he happily ran over and opened the door and said, "Aren't you resting yet?"

The voice didn't hit the ground, but it seemed to be stuck in his throat instantly.

Because Zheng Luolai was pressing a charming young man on the sofa to do that inappropriate thing.

The two people who were interrupted showed no embarrassment. The boy smiled, pushed him away and said while arranging his clothes: "Oh, what a coincidence, I'd better find you another day."

Zheng Luolai was obviously a little upset, he flattened his shirt and didn't speak.

The young man walked to the door and said to the petrified Ou Jie, "Nice to meet you."

After speaking, he walked away as if nothing had happened.

Ou Jie shook his body unconsciously, finally stood still, his eyes were already wet.

He whispered in disbelief, "How could you do this?"

Zheng Luolai stood up angrily, went to the desk and sat down, typing on the keyboard of the laptop expressionlessly: "What's wrong with me?"

Oujie's thin lips trembled a little: "Being behind my back and others..."

"I didn't carry your back." Zheng Luolai interrupted him suddenly: "You don't think you are mine, do you?"

Oujie was very wronged: "I am not someone to you, we all..."

Zheng Luolai is a very impatient person in his heart, he frowned and said: "What's the matter, you donated your body and I spent money, and I also made you comfortable, so I'm at a disadvantage, right?"

Oujie didn't dare to make a scene, and soon began to cry.

This kind of behavior is exactly what Zheng Luolai hates the most. He would rather face Dewey's boyish fuss, and he doesn't like to comfort anyone with tears streaming down his face. I didn't call one place, so at this moment, the words became ugly: "Go out, I see that you are in a bad mood."

Handsome, rich, flirtatious, easy to talk to.

This is Zheng Luolai's superficial impression. The evil in his bones will only be revealed when he has had enough fun.

Ou Jie's sad face was ashen, and he whispered: "You treat me like this...don't be afraid that I will tell others..."

This really touched Zheng Luolai's minefield, and he suddenly laughed: "Go ahead and say that you have become a male prostitute and I, Zheng Luolai, are your benefactor. Don't hide it, it doesn't matter what you say."

Ou Jie was so humiliated that he almost collapsed, he threw the bento box on the floor forcefully, turned around and ran out crying.

Dumping others is a routine for Zheng Luolai, he quickly recovered from his boredom, picked up the phone and called his assistant back to clean and order food.

-

The winter in the north is extremely cold.

Ou Jie has been walking aimlessly since he ran out of the company.

The blow was so sudden that it was almost unbearable.

Although I didn't dare to think about how much I love, but I was so kind to him a few days ago, renting a luxurious house for him, buying him beautiful clothes, talking to him softly, and loving him in front of friends. things for yourself.

So, how much do you like it?

But the phone call last night was so pleasant, why is it like this now?

20 days is really short.

About the same time as a flower is plucked until it withers and turns to ashes.

Tired from crying, Oujie shivered again and thought of more realistic questions: Does he still have this job, and can he still live in that comfortable house?

He didn't dare to think that he had already left the orphanage, and there was nowhere else to go.

-

If everyone's sorrows are revealed, then the world will definitely be submerged into a vast ocean.

Fortunately, some people still have sunshine in their hearts.

"Ah, it's so fun, let me borrow it home to play!" Dewey excitedly put down the Wii handle, jumped up and shouted: "You are so boring, you must not use it much!"

Speaking of which, since the appearance of this guy's brother, it has become more and more difficult to hook up.

Unless he has a new game console, he will escape from the house against all odds.

Zheng Luolai passed by with a change of pajamas, and glanced at him mercilessly: "No way, stop dreaming."

After that, he went into the bathroom.

Dewey snorted angrily, picked up the box of French fries and ate for a while, and then started a new round of simulated tennis.

But before the call was over, the hooligan's cell phone rang.

He probed and saw that the name was just a number, 134.

Dewey didn't want to take care of it, but the persistent phone call greatly affected his mood. In the end, he had no choice but to pick it up and said loudly, "Who is it? Zheng Luolai is taking a shower. Let him come back for you in a while!"

He only breathed lightly on the phone, and then hung up without hearing any answer.

Dewey was confused, afraid of delaying something, he walked towards the bathroom with his mobile phone.

-

But Ou Jie, who was full of anxiety, hung up the phone, lay on the bed and cried helplessly.

He could hear that voice, which was always beaming and easily recognizable.

It's already one o'clock in the middle of the night, even though it was the first time he had sex with Zheng Luolai, he didn't keep himself so late.

It was so late, that Dewey must not be coming home.

Didn't you say you hate living with other people?

Ou Jie was a little drowsy from tears all the way down, he really didn't understand why Zheng Luolai could be ambiguous with so many partners.

-

"Hey, someone called you and hung up without saying anything." Dewey said as he pushed open the bathroom door and waved the oncoming water vapor.

Zheng Luolai was afraid that he was an elder like grandpa, so he immediately sat up straight in the bathtub: "Who is it?"

Dewey was embarrassed to look at his naked body, so he lowered his head and flipped through his phone: "What 134?"

Unexpectedly, Zheng Luolai laughed strangely: "That's okay, if you hit me again, you will be blacked out."

But at this time Dewey has turned to his phone book. There are five columns, Home, Friend, Business, Girl, and Boy. Except for the first two columns with names, the last three columns are all numbers. Knowing that, he naturally knows what girl and boy do, so he couldn't help but immediately sprayed: "I'm dizzy, you you you..."

Words such as beasts and hooligans are no longer enough to express feelings.

Zheng Luolai suddenly picked up water and splashed it on him: "Do you know what privacy is?"

Dewey yelled at him, pressed his number out of curiosity, and immediately went crazy: "Fuck, what's the name of this!"

As he said that, he jumped in front of the bathtub and made a gesture to kick him.

Zheng Luolai dodged reflexively.

Unexpectedly, the floor was so slippery that Dewey fell hard without paying attention.

"Hahahaha." Zheng Luolai couldn't help laughing.

Poor Dewey almost vomited blood from the fall, and when he struggled to get up, he felt a sharp pain in his ankle, and immediately screamed: "Ah, my leg!"

Zheng Luolai didn't believe it: "Don't pretend."

Dewey broke out in cold sweat from the pain, his lips turned white quickly: "Pretend to be your uncle..."

Now Zheng Luolai stood up in a hurry, put on the bathrobe indiscriminately, hugged him up by the waist and asked: "Are you all right, where did you fall?"

Dewey held his calf hard, gritted his teeth and hummed uncontrollably.

Zheng Luolai looked around but couldn't find where the phone had fallen, so he hurriedly carried him to the living room, picked up the landline phone and dialed 120.

The culprit was left alone in the corner of the bathroom, and three small characters flashed on the screen that was still on.

Du Ermeng.