i only like your face

Zhao Cheng stood on the spot without knowing how to advance or retreat, glanced at Han Shaoying who was leaving indifferently, then turned his head to look at the messy place and Mo Ming who was standing by the wall.

If he was just guessing before he came, then now he can basically confirm that Mo Ming has indeed used Han Shaoyong as Zhou Xu's stand-in for the past three years, otherwise Han Shaoyong would not have lost control like this... Obviously when he was questioning, Mo Ming admitted.

"Aren't you injured?" Zhao Cheng asked Mo Ming.

Mo Ming shook his head, squatted down, and gently lowered Xiaohan between his arms.

Zhao Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, and said again: "Xiao Moming, I didn't blame you, how could you..."

Mo Ming squatted quietly on the ground, and picked up flowers and plants from the mud of the broken porcelain. They were green plants he had planted on the balcony, and Han Shaoyu had just smashed pots of them on the floor of the living room, and most of them were trampled to pieces. , but there are still some intact ones that can be replanted in flowerpots... Xiaohan stood by his hand, gently licking his muddy fingers.

Looking at this scene, Zhao Cheng couldn't say anything to reprimand him.

Even if he is partial to his buddies in his heart, he still thinks that smashing someone's apartment is fucking enough... But he also knows that this is probably the most restrained way of revenge for Han Shaolong.

Before he came, he thought that Han Shaoyong was going to deal a heavy blow to Mo Ming.

"I'm really...what's the matter!"

Zhao Cheng scratched the back of his head, struggled in place for two seconds, turned around and ran after Han Shaoying.

Before Han Shaoyun drove, Zhao Cheng opened the door of the passenger seat and got in.

Seeing Han Shaoying's lifeless eyes, Zhao Cheng swallowed his saliva: "Calm down, Old Han, if you want, why don't I drive the car instead."

Han Shaoyun turned his head and looked at him: "Do you think I will give up on myself?"

"…No."

As the car drove on the road, Zhao Cheng felt that Han Shaoying's expression was no different from usual, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's not a big deal." Zhao Cheng said with a smile, "It won't be long before we can definitely make a joke out of it."

Han Shaoyun smiled: "It's fine now, I don't like him much."

"That's even better. It's ridiculous to talk about it. Let me tell you, everyone calls you Brother Han, but he just calls you Brother Yong in an awkward way." Zhao Cheng said, "It turns out that it's Zhou Xu's Zhou. elder brother…"

squeak----!

The silver-gray Aston Martin suddenly stopped on the side of the road, and Zhao Cheng's forward body was dragged back to the back of the seat by the seat belt.

"I'm fucking old Han, you scared me..."

As soon as he turned his head and met Han Shaoying's ashen face, Zhao Cheng fell silent.

"Yong..." Han Shaoying opened his eyes wide and his lips trembled, "It's Zhou Xu's Zhou..."

Brother Yun, Brother Zhou...

Han Shaoying froze on the driver's seat like a dumb machine, his fingers gripping the steering wheel lost all blood color due to excessive force, turning a terrifying bluish-white.

He once thought that it was Mo Ming's special title to distinguish it from others, but... so it turned out to be so!

Those nights, the person whose consciousness was shattered and whispered under him was never him.

never was...

Zhao Cheng watched Han Shaoyong's eyes shattered, and felt extremely regretful in his heart. He was just a cheap talker. He didn't know that Han Shaoyong hadn't reacted to calling it a thing. If he had known about it, he wouldn't have said it.

"Old Han, you..."

As soon as Zhao Chenggang opened his mouth, Han Shaoying had already opened the car door and got out of the car. He took a pack of cigarettes that had been left unused in the car for a long time, and sat on the concrete platform of the flower bed by the roadside, lit one and started smoking.

At four o'clock in the morning, most of the city's neon lights were turned off, the road was empty, and the cold wind wrapped in the chill was like a knife.

Zhao Cheng looked at Han Shaoying, who was smoking with his head down, with broad shoulders but a depressed body, like a lost dog.

Zhao Cheng's expression was complicated. He knew that Han Shaoying had always been very confident that Mo Ming loved him deeply, just like he firmly believed that the sun would rise forever. He had never doubted it in the past three years. Even during the breakup period, he still firmly believed that Mo Ming was just testing him. Him, as long as he shows sincerity, Mo Ming will definitely return to him, but now...

Fate gave him a clown script, and he, Han Shaoyin, played it happily for three years.

Han Shaoying looked down at the ground, and the soot shook in the wind: "I want to be alone..."

Zhao Cheng stood in front of Han Shaoyong, and he had to put his coat and hat on his head because of the cold wind: "Old Han, let me tell you something you don't like to hear. When you were with Xiao Mo Ming, didn't you also Ming Xiao Mo?" As a stand-in, so you two really don't feel sorry for the other..."

Han Shaoyun's eyes seemed to have lost all brightness: "He volunteered to be a substitute by my side, but he never asked me if I was willing. He must have known that I didn't want to, so he hid it for three years and used his love for another man to step forward. This step made me fall... I only know that my current anger and hatred are all given by him, and I will never forget it for the rest of my life, for the rest of my life..."

Han Shaoyun smoked a cigarette, his eyes were wet and cruel, and he murmured: "Why didn't I kill him just now, I should have strangled him..."

When getting into the car again, Zhao Cheng didn't dare to let Han Shaoying drive.

On the way, Han Shaoyong kept staring at the phone with his head down. Zhao Cheng glanced at it quietly, and found that Han Shaoyong was numbly searching for Zhou Xu's relevant information on the phone.

Zhao Cheng couldn't bear it: "Don't look at Lao Han, I don't think you are like him. He is not as handsome as you. Really, you are a handsome guy recognized in our circle. You have the top-notch appearance of a superstar when you debuted. You ..."

"Go to the Jinpan apartment." Han Shaoyong interrupted suddenly, staring at a photo on his phone, his eyes suddenly became extremely cold.

"What, what's wrong?"

Han Shaoyun breathed heavily: "Go quickly, I want to confirm one thing..."

Jinpan Apartment is the apartment where Han Shaoyong and Mo Ming used to live together. Since it was vacated, Han Shaoyong had someone redecorate and furnish it, and it has basically returned to its original state. It is close to his company, and he occasionally comes to live in it. one night.

Zhao Cheng didn't know what Han Shaoyong was going to do, anyway, he didn't turn around to settle accounts with Mo Ming, so he thought it shouldn't be a big deal, so he sent Han Shaoyong to the neighborhood, and followed Han Shaoyong up the stairs.

Han Shaoyun returned to the apartment, quickly found a set of clothes from the cloakroom, held them in his hand and looked at them blankly, then looked down at the photo on the phone, his face suddenly faded to blue-gray.

Blue veins protruded from his forehead, and his breathing was trembling: "I'm going to kill him, kill, kill him..."

Zhao Cheng stood at the door of the cloakroom in a daze, and he stepped forward: "What's wrong with this suit, isn't it quite tasteful..."

Zhao Cheng approached and saw the photo on Han Shaoying's phone at a glance, which seemed to be taken by a fan. Zhou Xu on it was wearing a turtleneck sweater and a light gray windbreaker, which was exactly the same as the suit Han Shaoying was holding in his hand at the moment.

"Your clothes..." Zhao Cheng looked at Han Shaoying's bloodshot eyes, and asked tentatively in a low voice, "Could it be given by Xiao Moming?"

Han Shaotong's sullen expression seemed to give the answer.

"Old Han..."

Zhao Cheng's expression also became sad.

At the beginning, he and Xiaomei had only been together for more than a month, and after learning the truth, they were in a state of despair for a few days. He was very aware of the pain of this gap, let alone three years...

Han Shaoyun tore the two pieces of clothes with his bare hands, kicked them on the cabinet wall for the last time, and growled angrily: "Fuck you, how dare you play me like this!! How dare you play me like this!!"

That night, in this apartment, he put on the clothes Mo Ming gave him, and greeted Mo Ming with an initiative and enthusiasm that he had never had in the past three years.

After that, as long as he wanted to curry favor with Mo Ming, he would deliberately put on this outfit to meet him... He knew that Mo Ming liked to see him in this outfit.

Under the fireworks on the top of the mountain that night, he also wore this outfit pretending to be affectionate, because he hoped that Mo Ming's eyes would fall on himself.

Zhao Cheng didn't dare to leave Han Shaoying one step at a time.

He felt that once he left, Han Shaoyong would either strangle Mo Ming to death or commit suicide.

The winter morning light was exceptionally soft, but there was still an endless chill in the air.

Han Shaoyun seemed to have calmed down.

Different from the previous state of kicking the wall and screaming, sitting on the sofa in the living room like a lifeless sculpture, there is no wave in the slightly drooping eyes.

He told Zhao Cheng to leave, but Zhao Cheng didn't move, as if he was still thinking about trying to persuade him.

"I'm calm and sober now..." Han Shaoying looked at the floor expressionlessly, "I just need a day to digest. After today, everything will be as usual..."

"Then promise me, don't trouble Xiao Moming." Zhao Cheng said, "Now that you know the truth, you should be able to give up. What you have to do now is to completely draw a line with Xiao Moming's life..."

This was what Han Shaoyong had taught him before, but he guessed that Han Shaoyong would not listen to it.

Zhao Cheng sighed again: "Your current state is like getting married when you knew Wenci..."

Han Shaoyu was still smoking, his eyes darkened, and he said, "It's different..."

totally different.

No matter how frantically he pursued diction back then, he never firmly believed that diction should belong to him, but for Mo Ming, he had already unknowingly regarded it as a part of his life.

"Then no matter how you digest this matter, you have to eat." Zhao Cheng looked at the balcony full of morning light and said, "When a person is hungry, he will be sad when he thinks about everything. It happens to be morning, so we will arrive Eat something at the entrance of this community, and when I came in, I saw a lot of restaurants in this area..."

They didn't drive after going downstairs, and the two walked to the restaurant outside.

Zhao Cheng was talking about the smashing of Mo Ming's apartment last night, while Han Shaolong looked at Lu indifferently, his eyelashes drooping on his eyes without energy.

The soft sunlight fell on his face, but he still felt like he was still in a dream. He only knew that he had to go to the company after breakfast, work, socialize... everything should be done in a sober and calm state.

"There are quite a lot of restaurants near your neighborhood. Well, the food looks pretty good."

Sitting down in a restaurant, Zhao Cheng looked at the menu and said, "Just order a few, delicious food can make people feel happy..."

Beef pot, steamed grouper, mapo tofu, and a bright lotus pond stir fry...

When the food was served, Han Shaoyun stared at the familiar dishes, and twitched the corners of his mouth as if mocking himself: "He also made these dishes for me. Every time I came back in the past few years, he always made a table of dishes waiting for me... "

Zhao Cheng said with emotion: "Then Xiao Mo Ming is pretty good, these dishes are very troublesome to cook, although he likes other men, at least the dishes he made have entered your stomach..."

"... "

Upon receiving the death stare from the opposite side, Zhao Cheng immediately lowered his head to eat the food: "Well, old Han, this beef dish is good, the meat is very tender..."

Han Shaoyu closed his eyes deeply, and put a piece of beef into his mouth.

After one bite, the familiar taste instantly filled his mouth, and Han Shaoying's body was shocked suddenly.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Cheng looked at Han Shaoying's shocked eyes, and asked suspiciously, "Isn't it delicious? I think the taste is okay."

Han Shaoyu suddenly took a quick bite of every dish, and his complexion became more and more serious.

"waiter!"

Han Shaoyun suddenly stood up and shouted at the waiter not far away.

Zhao Cheng looked confused, still biting a piece of beef in his mouth, "Why, what's the matter?"

The waiter came quickly: "Hi sir, may I help you?"

"Who cooks this dish?" Han Shaoyun pointed at the dishes on the table.

"Hi sir, are you the chef of our shop?"

"Then in your store..." Han Shaoying tried to calmly ask, "Is there a takeaway service?"

"Mr. Some, as long as you make an order by phone, our store will have someone deliver it to your door."

Han Shaoyu's voice gradually lowered: "Is there a man named Mo who often orders food from you?"

Zhao Cheng on the side finally heard the eyebrows, and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

The waiter nodded naturally: "There is a gentleman surnamed Mo who will order food here, because the surname Mo is rare, so I have the impression."

Han Shaoyong closed his eyes heavily: "Should I send it to No. [-], Building Nine, in the back quarter?"

The waiter was obviously stunned: "Yes, sir, so you are a friend of Mr. Mo, right?"

Han Shaoying sat back on the chair awkwardly, staring blankly at the dishes on the table.

Zhao Cheng sent the waiter away, and hurriedly turned to comfort Han Shaoying.

Han Shaoyun only saw Zhao Cheng's mouth moving...

He suddenly remembered that in the interview that night in T City, the man calmly said to the camera that he was not good at cooking and didn't like cooking...

"Ah…"

Han Shaoying put his hands on his forehead, and started laughing nervously, laughing, tears spread from the bottom of his eyes...

I used to think that his love for me was contained in every detail of daily life, but now I realize that there is no love for Han Shaoying in every detail...