Become the white moonlight of the attack

The winter sun is cold and gentle with a touch of gentleness, the light outside the window looms through the thin curtains and enters the room, the person sleeping on the bed screams and gets up, throws off the bedding, revealing the shameful entanglement.

"Fu Shixin, if you touch me again, I will go home!"

This was this morning, no, it should be the third time Jiang Zhuo brought home this morning to blackmail Fu Shixin.

Ever since he took the initiative to tell Fu Shixin that they could try last night, this guy has been thinking of ways to fuck him.

And he just gave in every time.

Jiang Zhuo glanced at the alarm clock on the table. At ten o'clock in the morning, does he really want to stay in bed all day?

Fu Shixin crawled over eagerly, but Jiang Zhuo kicked him off the bed mercilessly.

"Don't move! I really can't stand you coming again."

Jiang Zhuo touched his twitching belly and limp legs, he really couldn't get out of bed today.

"I can't get down, so let's just stay here for a day. Anyway, you're on vacation, so you can order takeout for lunch." Fu Shixin wished he could turn himself into a moth that could firmly penetrate into his body, regardless of him. each other.

Jiang Zhuo was speechless, leaning on the edge of the bed, reluctantly walked to the wardrobe, pulled out the clothes casually and walked into the bathroom.

Fu Shixin lay on the bed and laughed loudly.

After washing up, Jiang Zhuo came out of the bathroom fully dressed, and Fu Shixin lay on the bed with big characters hanging on the bed, squinting his small eyes and looking Jiang Zhuo up and down.

A pink shirt as a base, a white sweater, black trousers, a proper college student.

"Brother Jiang, are you going on a blind date?" When Fu Shixin spoke, he deliberately gave Jiang Zhuo a wink. Jiang Zhuo's clothes were more charming, and he was very interested in helping him undress.

"Stop, I'm going to the hospital."

As soon as the hospital was mentioned, Fu Shixin tensed up, "What are you doing in the hospital?" He immediately sat up with a solemn expression.

"You misunderstood." Jiang Zhuo really couldn't look directly at Fu Shixin, who was not/not/hanging at all, because he found that he was hopelessly shifting his gaze to his lower abdomen. Men who drive meat are scary. including himself.

Jiang Zhuo touched his twitching belly subconsciously, "Put on your clothes first, and then I'll talk to you."

"Oh." Fu Shixin quickly ran back to the bathroom to take a shower, and put on his clothes generously in front of Jiang Zhuo.

"I just want to go and have a look. Didn't the nurse say he was awake in the morning?" Jiang Zhuo patted the seat beside him, motioning for Fu Shixin to sit over.

"En." Fu Shixin was very willing to mention this matter, because when Jiang Zhuo answered the phone, he brutally fucked him, and the effect was very good.

Looking at the aftertaste expression in Fu Shixin's eyes, Jiang Zhuo knew that this guy had gone astray again.

"I want to see Feng Wenke."

"Him? You shouldn't have gone to the hospital." Fu Shixin remembered that Jiang Zhuo said that he would not let Feng Wenke interfere in this matter, but thinking about it, it was impossible for Feng Wenke not to interfere. After all, he was an ex-boyfriend who had been entangled for too long.

"Well, let's go, I'll accompany you."

"No, I want to go by myself this time."

Fu Shixin didn't insist anymore.

Although it was only one night, Jiang Zhuo's state of mind when he came to the hospital again was completely different.

He didn't let go of his hatred for Zhao Ran, but he let go of his love for Zhao Ran.

Even if he faces Zhao Ran again in the future, if he knows that his life is not good, he will not sympathize.

It was the Chinese New Year, and the visits to the intensive care unit were within the specified time, so there was no one outside the intensive care unit.

Jiang Zhuo asked the nurse about Zhao Ran's situation, and unexpectedly learned that Feng Wenke had just entered.

Jiang Zhuo was right, Feng Wenke couldn't ignore it, but he directly hurt another person by doing so.

Should he care?

Jiang Zhuo watched the relationship between Feng Wenke and Zhao Ran go all the way, and he was even afraid to accept Fu Shixin's love because they did not dare to accept it. Even if he accepted it now, it was still based on the fact that Fu Shixin's parents did not intervene.

If Fu Shixin's parents find him now and tell him to let him leave Fu Shixin, he thinks he will leave resolutely. The last thing he wants to see is the end of entanglement, or even obsession.

Jiang Zhuo pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and talked to the nurse, who reluctantly let him go in wearing a disposable gown and changing into slippers.

The strong smell of disinfectant filled his nostrils, and even though he was wearing a mask, he couldn't cover up the unpleasant smell.

The intensive care unit was very quiet, except for the rare machine sounds, only the conversation between Feng Wenke and Zhao Ran remained.

Zhao Ran was already awake, and the ventilator hadn't been removed yet. Jiang Zhuo, who was standing in the distance, couldn't see Zhao Ran's specific situation because Feng Wenke was blocking him.

Feng Wenke sat beside Zhao Ran's bed, whispering something.

Jiang Zhuo took off his glasses and rubbed the center of his brows. The picture in front of him is very warm, isn't it?If there is no past, if Zhao Ran is more peaceful, why should they have the result in front of them?

"Feng Wenke" Jiang Zhuo approached slowly, and without hesitation opened his mouth and called Feng Wenke's name from behind. He could clearly see Feng Wenke's body staggered.

"Jiang Zhuo." Feng Wenke got up in a hurry, blocking Zhao Ran who was on the bed. Jiang Zhuo tilted his head and glanced at Zhao Ran, only to see the exaggerated wounds covering his whole face, and he couldn't see his appearance at all.

It seems that his face is ruined.

Jiang Zhuo didn't want to take another look at Zhao Ran, and said coldly to Feng Wenke, "I have something to tell you."

Seeing that Jiang Zhuo was going to take Feng Wenke away, Zhao Ran on the bed subconsciously raised his hand to grab Feng Wenke. Jiang Zhuo watched coldly, looked at Feng Wenke's hand that was caught by Zhao Ran, and angrily said, "Let go."

Zhao Ran really didn't dare to disobey anymore.

"Go." This sentence was said to Feng Wenke.

Feng Wenke patted Zhao Ran's hand, motioned him to wait quietly, and followed Jiang Zhuo out with a heavy heart.

"Can't you understand what I said? What are you doing this for? Where do you put Li Jue?" Jiang Zhuo lowered his voice to the lowest level. Even so, there was still an echo in the empty corridor.

He was very disappointed with Feng Wenke, loved, hated, and despaired, why couldn't they let each other go?

"I just want him to be well, and I don't mean to get back together."

Just when Jiang Zhuo was about to speak, there were footsteps coming from a distance. Jiang Zhuo turned his face to follow the prestige. It was Fu Shixin, followed by Li Jue.

"Why are you here!" Jiang Zhuo and Feng Wenke said at the same time, Feng Wenke didn't dare to go forward because he felt ashamed.

Secretary Li's eyes were dull, and he couldn't see his expression. He smiled at Jiang Zhuo, "I asked Brother Fu to bring me here."

It was obviously an ordinary sentence, but it made Jiang Zhuo feel very distressed when he heard it.

"There's nothing to see here, I'll take you to my house."

Jiang Zhuo was about to pull Secretary Li away, but Secretary Li took half a step back and looked at him fixedly, "Brother Jiang."

Secretary Li rarely called him that, even though he was with Feng Wenke, he still called Jiang Zhuo "Boss Jiang"

"Can I see him?" Jiang Zhuo knew who Secretary Li was referring to.

"Ask him." Jiang Zhuojiang threw the question to Feng Wenke.

Feng Wenke hid behind Jiang Zhuo, not daring to face Secretary Li.

Secretary Li walked up to Feng Wenke calmly, his expression could not tell what he meant for Feng Wenke, but it could be heard from his tone that he was deliberately alienating.

"is it okay?"

Feng Wenke looked at the petite Secretary Li, couldn't bear it, and asked, "Why did you come?"

His voice was hoarse, and it looked like he hadn't had a good rest.

Seeing that the two had something to talk about, Jiang Zhuo pulled Fu Shixin away.

Fu Shixin and Jiang Zhuo sat in the coffee shop opposite the hospital, and they looked at the hospital across the street at the same time.

"I'm sorry, it was Li Jue who called me to ask me where Feng Wenke was. He came from home today to surprise Feng Wenke, but it turned out that Feng Wenke was not at home and the phone couldn't be reached, so..."

Fu Shixin hesitated to speak.

"I don't blame you, Li Jue will know about this sooner or later, and sooner or later he will meet Zhao Ran."

"They..." Fu Shixin wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask.

"Let's go." Jiang Zhuo stood up and urged Fu Shixin to leave.

"Are you still here at night?" Fu Shixin asked.

"Don't go."

Fu Shixin asked again: "What about them?"

"What does it have to do with us? By the way, you print out Zhao Ran's hospital bill and give it to Feng Wenke. Why should I help him pay the bill and let Feng Wenke take pity on himself? I won't play with them anymore."

Fu Shixin chuckled, he almost forgot that Jiang Zhuo was actually picky.

Jiang Zhuo didn't care about it verbally, but at night he received a call from Secretary Li. Secretary Li was crying on the phone. Jiang Zhuo was worried and wanted to find someone. Fu Shixin was worried about the two of them, so he went out and took Secretary Li over.

Compared with the morning, Secretary Li is a different person. His eyes are red and swollen, his skin is pale, and he is weak even when he walks and talks.

Fu Shixin couldn't bear it, and comforted Secretary Li with Jiang Zhuo, but Jiang Zhuo drove him to the bedroom and told him not to disturb the two of them.

After Fu Shixin left, the living room was much quieter. Secretary Li had stopped crying, and Jiang Zhuo poured him a glass of warm water.

"Do you want to wash?" Jiang Zhuo pointed to his swollen face from crying.

"Brother Jiang, can I call you that?" Even now, Secretary Li still cares about etiquette.

"As long as you like it."

"I...I want to transfer to the branch office, to Linjiang."

Jiang Zhuo said awkwardly, "Are you sure?" Secretary Li's hometown obviously has a branch of their company, but he chose to go to Linjiang?

"I've made a decision. I'll apply for work. I hope you can keep this matter a secret for me."

"You and Feng Wenke...you..."

"Impossible." Jiang Zhuo saw that Secretary Li's expression was in a daze, and the tears that had just dried up in the corners of his eyes seemed to burst out.

"I always knew that he was hiding something from me, but I didn't expect it to be this kind of thing. In my heart, I always thought that I was quite humble, whether it was life, work, or relationship. To have a good job and meet He is like a dream, I don't want to be rich and powerful, I just hope that he can treat me sincerely, but..."

Secretary Li choked up and couldn't speak.

"Drink some water." Jiang Zhuo pushed the water glass towards Secretary Li, and Secretary Li calmed down a little after drinking the water.

"Actually, that's pretty good. I made a mistake with him. Brother Jiang is not afraid of your jokes. He found me at first, but he didn't want to sleep with me that day. I seduced him. The next day I also deliberately let him send me to work for everyone to see. At that time, I just thought that I had nothing, and I had to grab something. Seeing that he was interested in me, I climbed up the pole. Later, I fell in love with I lost him, but his feelings for me have always been mild, and I didn't understand until now."

"It's over, really, he doesn't love me, so I can only let go, instead of making it difficult for him, why don't I take the initiative to give up, so we can get together and leave, I understand."

Jiang Zhuo looked at Secretary Li very distressed. Secretary Li followed him for two years. Although he is not the best assistant, he is the one who knows how to read words and demeanor best. slowly accumulated.

He is so sensible, so clear, Feng Wenke is not worthy of him.

"Okay, I promise you, I will transfer you back when this matter fades away in a year."

"it is good."

Secretary Li opened up his mind and was about to leave. Jiang Zhuo couldn't stop him, so he had to let Fu Shixin run errands.

When Fu Shixin came back, Jiang Zhuo was sitting in front of the balcony, blowing the cold wind. Fu Shixin walked over and took a blanket from the sofa and put it on Jiang Zhuo's body.

"came back?"

"Ah."

"What did you say again?" Jiang Zhuo knew that Fu Shixin would definitely tell Secretary Li.

Fu Shixin pressed against Jiang Zhuo's face and hugged him from behind. Jiang Zhuo's cheeks were very cold because he had been sitting outside for a long time, so he was wrapped into a warm embrace and leaned comfortably against him.

Now he accepts the love given to him by Fu Shixin calmly.

"I told him, after he forgets about Feng Wenke, introduce my friends to him. All of them are rich and handsome guys."

Jiang Zhuo thought of those children in strange clothes eight years ago, and Jia Haonan whom he met on Christmas Eve, and asked suspiciously, "Dedicated? Are you sure?"

Fu Shixin knew that Jia Haonan had already been labeled as a "disciple" in Jiang Zhuo, and hurriedly followed up, "At least I am."

"Oh?" Jiang Zhuo remembered that Fu Shixin was very skilled when he was with him, he was not a veteran nor would he be a novice for the first time.

"What, you doubt me?"

"I'm quite skeptical. Are you... sure you haven't been in a relationship?"

Fu Shixin smiled mischievously, put his hands on Jiang Zhuo's waist, picked him up in the air, sat down by himself, and put Jiang Zhuo on his lap.

"Are you complimenting me?"

Jiang Zhuo blushed, and knocked off his hand that stuck into his clothes, "No."

"Don't worry, you are my first love, and I gave you my /first/time."

Jiang Zhuo's face was as red as blood, and he buried his head into Fu Shixin's arms, making Fu Shixin laugh out loud.

He let Jiang Zhuo lean on his chest, looking at the distance with a calm expression, Jiang Zhuo, who was leaning on his arms, heard him say a word in that clear voice: "Meet my friend tomorrow?"

Jiang Zhuo looked up at him intently and said, "Okay."