After Bai Yueguang's stand-in is passive and slow to work

Shen Heng was dumbfounded, he silently glanced at Jiang Zhiyu, and then tried to walk away from him.

Jiang Zhiyu was a little annoyed by his attitude. He had never lowered his face in such a low voice to coax others. He didn't expect Shen Heng to act so fiercely this time, and he didn't even give him any good looks.

Forget it, just do it, don't bother with him first.

He took a step sideways, stood in front of Shen Heng, and said softly, "Then tell yourself, what do you want? If you say it, I will satisfy you."

"Didn't you say that you wanted to travel with me during the Chinese New Year? How about Northern Europe? You can go for a few days if you want." Jiang Zhiyu slowly approached him, probing to kiss Shen Heng's beautifully curved lips horn.

Shen Heng frowned and looked away, subconsciously stepped back.

Now that he heard such words from Jiang Zhiyu's mouth, he didn't have any emotional fluctuations in his heart, he just felt ridiculous and sad.

What he laughed at was his innocence and stupidity in the past, and what was sad was that no matter how serious his attitude was, Jiang Zhiyu still felt that everything he said and did was just a petty temper.

"Will you promise me anything I want?"

Shen Heng fixedly looked at the person who was close to him, his eyes were bright, and his tone was very flat, so flat that Jiang Zhiyu subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but he didn't think too deeply.

Shen Heng's words clearly meant that he let go, so his tone became soft unconsciously.

"Yes." Jiang Zhiyu stretched out his hand to climb his waist, Shen Heng didn't resist this time, just stood there and let him hug him tightly.

Jiang Zhiyu was happy in his heart, and his palm moved gently, stroking Shen Heng's waist gently.

He turned his face slightly, and whispered in a gentle and tender tone: "Shen Heng, come home with me, we will be like before, I won't let you resign, you can do whatever you want."

In the past few days, he hadn't had a good night's sleep, and there was no one around him. Both the room and the big bed were empty, and he didn't even feel popular when he got home.

In the first two days, after the anger caused by Shen Heng voluntarily leaving him gradually subsided, he gradually calmed down a lot.

He found that he couldn't help but miss that docile and well-behaved person who only had him in his eyes.

He missed the smell of Shen Heng's body, the days when he was by his side, and the way he purposely called his husband in a soft voice, and bowed his head shyly.

He misses everything about this person in front of him, Shen Heng belongs to him from head to toe, he needs Shen Heng now, it is impossible to just let him go like this.

"Okay? Come home with me." Jiang Zhiyu leaned over, and kissed his ear with the utmost tenderness, and then distanced himself from him, with anticipation in his eyes.

Shen Heng's breathing was stagnant, and then his heart was shocked.

He had to admit that he had just hesitated for a moment in Jiang Zhiyu's affectionate and gentle attitude. He was silent for two seconds, disgusted with his own weakness and wavering in his heart.

After a while, he took a deep breath and looked at Jiang Zhiyu: "Don't appear in front of me."

"What?" Jiang Zhiyu even thought he heard it wrong.

"Don't appear in front of me." Shen Heng repeated it seriously with a kind of extraordinary calmness and indifference that had never appeared in front of Jiang Zhiyu: "You just said, what do I want? will agree."

"I have only one request."

Jiang Zhiyu stared at him firmly, clenched his fists, and tried his best to control his facial expressions so that he would not become too embarrassed.

Is such an indifferent tone and expression really the little pet he used to be able to come and go as soon as he was called.

Doesn't he like himself?

Jiang Zhiyu felt an unprecedented sense of crisis and powerlessness, and realized that Shen Heng seemed to be gradually getting out of his control, which made him feel inexplicably flustered.

"No, except for this." Jiang Zhiyu's tone was stiff, and he was already using all his patience to talk to Shen Heng.

Shen Heng broke free from his embrace the moment he was stunned, "Only this."

He slowly put his hands into his pockets, and found a bank card: "This is the money you asked Xiangyi to call me in the past few years." He stuffed the card into Jiang Zhiyu's hand: "Now I don't have a penny. I will give you back the less."

"What on earth do you want to do?" Jiang Zhiyu looked at the bank card that Shen Heng stuffed in his hand in disbelief. It was as bright as new, and it seemed that it had been well preserved.

He really panicked in his heart: "Shen Heng, if you don't like that house, I'll buy you a new one, and I'll buy you whatever you want, you..."

"Stop talking." Shen Heng looked at Jiang Zhiyu, with a flash of heartache in his eyes: "Stop talking, Jiang Zhiyu, isn't it enough for you to spoil me?"

Jiang Zhiyu was stunned by his words, Shen Heng turned around and left, almost ran out of the hall at the back, found a taxi casually, and ordered the driver to drive with a trembling voice.

After Jiang Zhiyu came to his senses, he wanted to chase Shen Heng, but he had already run away. He sat back in the car with a heavy heart, and stared at the small window of the building opposite that was almost completely dark. This is his For the first time, I experienced such a strong sense of frustration in someone else.

He drove here this afternoon, just to wait for Shen Heng to come out, but it was a long time after get off work, and he didn't see anyone else.

He felt that Shen Heng should be working overtime, so he leaned on the armchair in the car, looked at the few lighted windows on the upper floor opposite, and guessed which one Shen Heng was in.

He didn't know which floor Shen Heng worked on, where he lived before living with him, what he liked, what he wanted.

It's as if I never knew him.

Jiang Zhiyu took out another cigarette and lit it. The sparks from the cigarette flickered on and off. Amidst the smog in front of him, he had a terrible thought.

Does Shen Heng really not want to see him again?

Could his love for him end so easily?

...

When Shen Heng returned home and opened the door, his head began to dizzy, and the hand that took out the key was shaking, as if hypoglycemia had occurred.He gasped for a few breaths, went in to find some food to hold in his mouth, and sat down on the sofa in a daze.

There was a knock at the door.

"Brother Heng? Are you at home?" Song Chenghao's doubtful voice sounded at the door.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

As soon as Shen Heng made a sound, the person at the door was obviously relieved, and then there was a rustling sound, and then the light was suddenly turned on.

"I saw that your door was not closed, and the light inside was dark, so I thought it was a thief." Song Chenghao, wearing furry pajamas, walked up to Shen Heng and squatted down, looking at him: "Why don't you turn on the light?"

"Forgot." Shen Heng was blinded by the dazzling light, and made an excuse.

"Okay." Song Chenghao sat down beside him, looked at him with his head tilted, staring at people with bright eyes, as if he could see through people directly: "Uh...have you eaten?"

"No." Shen Heng replied.

Song Chenghao was just asking casually, but scratched his head when he heard the words: "Then are you hungry? I'll cook for you."

"Can you cook?" Shen Heng looked at him, the biscuit he ate just now was useless, and he forgot to buy fast food when he came back, compared to himself holding on to cook, Song Chenghao's words are no different from giving charcoal in the snow .

"Of course it will." Song Chenghao stood up from the sofa, went to the refrigerator next to him, opened it and looked through it, "Then you rest first, I should be able to finish it soon."

Shen Heng was sitting on the sofa, and there was the sound of fire behind him. After a while, Song Chenghao came over with a bowl of noodles.

He made a bowl of kolo mee, topped with a tomato scrambled egg topping.

"Is it delicious?" Song Chenghao looked at him expectantly.

"Delicious, Xiao Song, thank you." Shen Heng thanked him sincerely.

Song Chenghao grinned: "Don't call me Xiao Song, it's strange, you can call me Cheng Hao just like Brother Yue."

"Well, Cheng Hao." Shen Heng smiled at him.

"It's really hard for you people who work. Brother Yue hasn't left work until now. You came back so late, and you didn't even eat a meal." Song Chenghao shook his head, and sighed pretending to be mature: "This is the adult trouble."

Shen Heng was amused by him: "Aren't you an adult?"

"Yeah, but I haven't started working yet." Song Chenghao grinned and propped his chin: "But it's coming soon, I'll graduate next year, and I'm working on my dissertation now. When I came back, I said that I couldn’t choose the same topic as the previous three years, alas, I’m so worried.”

Shen Heng was a little envious of this carefree big boy in front of him. If he hadn't devoted all his time and energy to Jiang Zhiyu except for his studies, he might be as happy as Song Chenghao now, at least It won't be so sad.

"If you don't mind, I can help you look at the topic or the content of the paper. Although it may not be professional, but..."

"I don't mind, I don't mind!" Song Chenghao looked a little excited: "Then I will come to you tomorrow!"

"Okay." Shen Heng nodded with a smile, then put down his chopsticks, and called him hesitantly: "Cheng Hao."

"What's the matter?" Song Chenghao calmed down a little, but his tone was still very happy.

"A college student like you should know a little more than me." Shen Heng pursed his lips, as if he was making up his mind, he looked up at Song Chenghao: "Do you know where the birthmark can be removed?"