Daoist always thinks I'm scumbag for him

Xiaojin looked at the president sitting on the office chair. He was still wearing a straight suit, with the cuffs rolled up around his wrists, revealing a smooth and sexy wrist bone. There was a bit of indifference on that handsome face. unpleasant.

She felt a little guilty. It was the first time she saw the president like this for a long time. She handed the document into the man's hand, looked at the slightly frowning man, and asked tentatively, "Mr. Qing, is there something wrong with the document?"

Qingyuan looked up at the little assistant in front of him, leaned back on the back of the chair, and said in a cold voice, "There is no problem with the documents, you can go out first."

Xiao Jin stepped out lightly and closed the door softly.

Qingyuan took out his mobile phone, which was the news that people checked in the past few days. He looked at the photos one by one, his face sinking like water.

Knocking on the table unconsciously between fingers, there is really a dead He Louming in this world, he and Qingyuan have known each other since childhood, fell in love with each other when they were teenagers, after his accidental death ten years ago, Qingyuan was single, until a few months ago It was only after meeting Fu Yunhen, who looked similar, that he started a new relationship.

Qingyuan closed his eyes, and once again had a clear understanding of the Taoist companion's brain power.

In connection with Fu Yunhen's recent actions, why did he become so uneasy, pestering Qingyuan every day, sometimes looking at him hesitantly, when he was intimate, he was clearly trembling all over, with tears all over his face, but he was still nervous. Hugging him tightly, everything finally had an explanation.

This world and Fu Yunhen interacted with each other. If he hadn't believed in Qingyuan Bai Yueguang, and he believed that he was a substitute, how could a dead He Louming really appear.

Qingyuan closed his eyes and rubbed the center of his eyebrows, only to feel a severe headache.

Now that there are all the witnesses and material evidence, even he looks like he has lost his love for He Louming, and he found someone who is similar in every way to talk to him for comfort, let alone the sensitive and stubborn Fu Yunchen?

I don't know how Fu Yunchen endured this period of time, he held it in for so long before bursting out, if it's really the Demon Lord He Louming, he thought he was a substitute, he could pull out the soul of his predecessor and crush it in front of him .

He was thinking about it, and unconsciously opened the screen with his finger. There were dozens of unread messages in the green chat software. The earliest message was at 10:[-] this morning, and the latest message was only [-] minutes away from now. Slide to the top, and then turn down one by one.

Good morning, Qingyuan.

The weather is nice today, remember to drink plenty of water.Also with a cute cat squint picture.

I saw a very interesting tree today, let me show you.

Are you busy today, did I bother you?

If you're too busy, don't use the message. Watch it when you're free.

……

I'm going to practice the piano in the afternoon, can I play it to you tonight?

The teacher praised me for playing well, and he has already left.

……

Are you coming back tonight?

What to eat?I will do it for you.

……

Is steak okay?No, I'll change it again.

……

Sorry, I was drunk that night.

I shouldn't force you, can you forgive me?

I really knew it was wrong.

……

There was already a begging tone at the end, and the last message was sent at [-] pm, with only a few words: Let's not break up, okay?

Qingyuan flicked across the screen with his fingertips, and slowly typed a few words: I'll be back in a while.

As soon as the message was sent, there was a reply, as if the person on the other end had been staring at the phone.

OK, I'll wait for you at home. 【Smile】

Qingyuan looked at it for a while before turning off the phone, his face was reflected on the black screen, Qingyuan had doubts for the first time, could he really... be able to appease He Louming?

The white fingers on the black piano in the room are flexible, and melodious piano sounds come from between his fingers. He is wearing a white shirt, and the warm yellow light in the room shines on the ends of his hair, pouring slowly on his beautiful body. On the eyebrows, there is a smile in the dark eyes, like stars dotted in the night sky.

At the end of the song, Fu Yunhen looked up at the people beside him, "Does it sound good?"

He was in high spirits, with a clean and bright smile, far from the begging person in the chat records, as if he had stripped off all the unbearable emotions, was pampered and loved, carefree and carefree.

Qingyuan's fingers trembled slightly, this is not Fu Yunhen's smile, this is... the smile of He Louming who has died in this world.

Fu Yunchen walked over and kissed him with a natural expression, and took his hand affectionately and walked to the dining table. The fried steak was still steaming, and the candle cores on the table were emitting residual heat, which was clearly dim. Warm colors, but it looks a little harsh at this time.

He poured a glass of wine and handed it to Qingyuan. The purple-red liquid slowly slid through the transparent goblet, like a gorgeous and proud flower being crushed vigorously. Fu Yunchen took a sip slowly, his light-colored lips The color was soaked, he gently kissed the corner of Qingyuan's lips, with some cautious meaning, "Qingyuan..."

The tail tune was dragged on for a long time, lest he refuse.

Qingyuan closed his eyes, suppressed the churning emotions in his heart, gently pushed him away and said in a hoarse voice, "Fu Yunhen, He Louming..."

"It was my fault that night." The strength from his shoulders made Fu Yunhen's lips tremble slightly, and the candlelight was reflected in those beautiful eyes. With thick pleading, he slowly leaned against Qingyuan's. Chest, the fingers holding his sleeve trembled, "I promise I won't do that again."

His voice was low, and he spoke word by word, his voice was dry as if he was holding back something, "I'm too naive, I won't make trouble again in the future, please forgive me this time, okay?"

Qingyuan's fingers trembled. After being used as a substitute, he still said that he was ignorant.

He seems to have accepted all this, abandoned all self-esteem, slowly bent his proud spine, and went to imitate that 'He Louming' to please him, only asking them to continue.

But... How can someone who is in love be so humble?

Love should be equal and mutual, rather than being maintained by one person blindly retreating.

This piece of soul is blindly giving in and forbearing, can this kind of begging emotion really appease him?

Qingyuan slowly lifted his head up, his sharp-eyed phoenix eyes seemed to be submerged in water at this moment, and there was a wet mark from the end of his eyes, but he was held back by others, only waiting for the end trial.

The slight sound of a candle bursting could be heard clearly at this time, and the long silence made Fu Yunchen's uneasiness intensify. He held his breath and kissed Qingyuan, his thin lips were slightly cold and trembling slightly, "Let's not break up, okay?" good?"

At this moment, Qingyuan couldn't say anything.

He moved his fingertips and put his hands on his shoulders, as if he wanted to hold him in his arms, but also as if he wanted to push him away again.

He was also very confused, if he agreed to Fu Yunhen, he would think it was because of that He Louming, if he didn't agree, even Qingyuan didn't know what would happen.

Qingyuan finally pushed him away, looked at the cold and sticky man whose eyelashes were soaked in tears for a moment, and said in a low voice, "Fu Yunhen, make me think again..."

Then think about how to appease and how to get out of this situation.

Fu Yunhen looked at him and didn't speak for a long time.

He doesn't understand why Qingyuan still doesn't want to be with him after he has reached this point, he doesn't understand why a person's heart can change so quickly, just because he said something bad about He Louming, He didn't want to.

Fu Yunhen slowly raised his head, his eye sockets were a shocking red, he closed his eyes gently, as if he had finally accepted everything, his clenched fingertips loosened again, his whole body was white, in the cicadas singing In the summer night, he walked out of the room where he had lived for several months.

Qingyuan watched his bleak and lonely back slowly disappear in front of him, he seemed to want to chase after him, but in the end he just watched him drift away.

Outside the window are the lights of thousands of houses, and in the distance are tall buildings, there is a faint noise coming, and finally it returns to silence.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the shadows of the trees are mottled, the insects are singing and whispering, everything is the same, but everything is different.