After becoming the personal model of the boss

Behind him, He Xiancheng moved his fingertips gently, and his fingertips would rub against Zhou Shangan's ear from time to time.

The hair was blown up, and the ends of the hair brushed Zhou Shang'an's eyelids.

Zhou Shang'an's eyelashes trembled slightly.

He Xiancheng brushed Zhou Shangan's hair back from his forehead, and pushed it back. The hair dryer shook gently, and fiddled with Zhou Shangan's hair regularly.The wet water droplets in the hair were gradually evaporated, and Zhou Shangan felt the appropriate temperature on the top of his head, which was just warm but not hot.

He could still smell the faint smell of cigarettes from He Xiancheng from time to time.

Zhou Shangan suddenly remembered some past days.

He also used to stick so close to He Xiancheng, feeling the reassuring temperature from He Xiancheng's body, breathing in the familiar and pleasant fragrance as always.

When He Xiancheng stopped, the rumble of the hair dryer also stopped.

The room instantly returned to its previous silence.

Only then did Zhou Shangan open his eyes.

He Xiancheng looked at Zhou Shang'an in the mirror with soft eyes.

He Xiancheng's eyes were so focused and gentle that Zhou Shang'an's heart couldn't help but tremble.

He Xiancheng smiled at him, his brows and eyes slightly curved.

Zhou Shang'an was stunned for a moment, then immediately glanced away, and stopped looking at He Xiancheng in the mirror.

He Xiancheng unplugged the hair dryer.

Zhou Shang'an stood where he was, staring at the clean wallboard of the washbasin, slightly dazed.

He knew it was wrong to go on like this, and he vaguely predicted that some uncontrollable bad things would happen.

A voice inside him was yelling for him to stop.

He shouldn't be so close to He Xiancheng.

Zhou Shang'an couldn't explain the thoughts in his heart, it seemed to have become a kind of stress instinct after being hurt.

He instinctively wanted to indulge in He Xiancheng's tenderness again, but at the same time instinctively wanted to avoid this danger.

He Xiancheng took two steps to the side, turned his head to look at Zhou Shang'an who was still in a daze, smiled, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

Only then did Zhou Shang'an raise his head, he glanced at He Xiancheng, turned around and walked towards the door without saying a word.

He Xiancheng was stunned.

I don't know if it's He Xiancheng's illusion, Zhou Shang'an's eyes looking at He Xiancheng seem to be a few degrees colder in an instant.

He Xiancheng looked at Zhou Shangan's back, puzzled flashed in his eyes, and his brows frowned.

Until Zhou Shangan walked out of the room and approached the door of the ward, he didn't take the initiative to speak again, saying anything to He Xiancheng.

He tried his best to control the last shred of reason.

Behind him, He Xiancheng suddenly took a few steps forward, and then, he grabbed Zhou Shangan's arm.

Zhou Shangan, who was walking forward, was stunned for a moment, his body was still moving forward, Zhou Shangan involuntarily leaned forward, and then stopped.

Zhou Shang'an was wearing a hospital gown, even though he had put on a coat, he could still feel the tyrannical force from He Xiancheng's palm on his arm.The physical contact that hasn't happened in the past two days seems to have been ignited this night.

Zhou Shangan stared at a light at the end of the corridor and forgot to react for a while.

He Xiancheng's deep voice sounded behind him.

He Xiancheng called out: "Shang'an."

Only then did Zhou Shang'an come back to his senses, and moved his wrist, but He Xiancheng clenched it tightly, and he couldn't break free at all.

He Xiancheng called him again: "Shang'an."

Zhou Shangan was slightly taken aback by Wenyan, and his struggling movement stopped for a moment.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but He Xiancheng's call seemed to contain too much helplessness.

After a moment of silence, Zhou Shang'an lowered his head, his eyes narrowed slightly, staring at his toes, his struggling movements stopped, and he whispered: "... let go."

He Xiancheng looked down at the boy in front of him, his slender eyelashes drooped slightly, covering up the emotions in his eyes, and cast a thick shadow under his eyelids.

His eyelashes fluttered slightly, and after a while, He Xiancheng still didn't let go of his hand, and finally said the words that had been brewing for a long time, "Shang'an, I miss you very much."

He Xiancheng spoke very slowly, almost finishing the sentence word by word.

These few words were like ice grains hitting Zhou Shang'an's heart without missing a single word.

Zhou An Xin suddenly paused for two beats.

His eyes widened slightly, and he looked at the porcelain-white floor of the hospital corridor in disbelief.

He Xiancheng shut up after finishing speaking.

After a while, Zhou Shang'an slowly turned his head and looked at He Xiancheng.

His eyes widened, and he looked at He Xiancheng in surprise and shock.

This was the man who left him where he was and ran towards others without hesitation.

It was also He Xiancheng who personally agreed when he proposed to break up.

But now, this person stood in front of him and said to him personally, "I miss you very much."

Zhou Shang'an's mind went blank like a short circuit.

He looked at He Xiancheng, and didn't respond for a while.

He Xiancheng still didn't let go of Zhou Shang'an's arm.

He Xiancheng looked at Zhou Shangan with deep eyes.

Zhou Shangan was stared blankly by He Xiancheng, opened his mouth, and after a while, he hesitated and said, "You... what did you just say?"

Zhou Shangan frowned slightly.

He suspected that he had heard it wrong.

What he wanted to hear in countless nights, but at this moment, suddenly, unexpectedly came.

Zhou An's heart beat fast.

In addition to surprise and depression, Zhou Shang'an still had a strange emotion in his heart. At this moment... it seems that he doesn't want to hear this sentence anymore.

Zhou Shang'an didn't know where this emotion came from.

He Xiancheng shook Zhou Shang'an's arm, and then, in a mellow and magnetic voice, repeated: "Shang'an, I miss you very much."

He Xiancheng looked at Zhou Shang'an with deep and focused eyes.

Zhou Shangan looked at the man in front of him, and for a moment, surprise, puzzlement, and panic flashed in his eyes...

In the end, it was Zhou Shang'an who felt strangely peaceful.

Zhou Shangan looked at He Xiancheng calmly.

After a while, he seemed to straighten out his thoughts, and Zhou Shangan asked, "What do you mean?"

Zhou Shang'an suddenly remembered the expectations and disappointments that He Xiancheng had given him again and again in the past.

There was indeed a moment of surprise in his heart, but the unreasonable fear spread along with it.

Zhou Shang'an could only pretend to be calm and ask He Xiancheng, asking him to give himself an explanation.

He Xiancheng didn't speak, and looked at Zhou Shang'an fixedly, his dark eyes were full of emotions.

He Xiancheng thought, he should have waited another day, two days... or, when it was long enough for Zhou Shangan to accept him again, he would tell Zhou Shangan what he thought.

But when he saw Zhou Shang'an's indifferent eyes again and again, and when Zhou Shang'an made a move to resist him, He Xiancheng could not control his heart and shrank for a while.

Until just now, the young man who had a gentle expression a second ago, when he looked at him the next second, his eyes seemed to be filled with icy scum.

He Xiancheng admitted that at that moment he couldn't control himself, he stepped forward and grabbed Zhou Shangan's arm.

Even though he knew it was a wrong decision.

But when he saw the young man's thin figure and dazed expression, he still couldn't help expressing the true thoughts deep in his heart.Zhou Shang'an looked at He Xiancheng, his eyes seemed stubborn and calm.

He Xiancheng did not answer.

He looked at the person in front of him, and felt an urge to push Zhou Shang'an into his arms.

He wanted to hug Zhou Shang'an.

He hurt Zhou Shang'an, He Xiancheng knew it in his heart, but this kind of harm cannot be made up for with a few words of his.

He Xiancheng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Zhou Shang'an.

The young man in front of him, He Xiancheng was well aware of his actions of evading himself time and time again.

"Shang'an..." He Xiancheng paused for a moment, but did not continue.

Zhou Shang'an waited for He Xiancheng to speak, and answered him.

He really wanted to know what He Xiancheng was thinking.

He Xiancheng suddenly had no results, he let go of Zhou Shangan's hand and said, "It's getting late, go to bed."

Zhou Shang'an froze for a moment, frowned slightly, and looked at He Xiancheng suspiciously.

He Xiansheng stopped talking.

The two confronted each other for a while, Zhou Shang'an bit his dry lower lip, turned around first, and walked towards the ward.

He Xiancheng looked at Zhou Shang'an's back, his dark eyes rippled.

Resisting the soreness and swelling in his heart, He Xiancheng put his hand into his coat pocket, and let out a breath slowly.

Still too fast for him to rush.

Zhou Shangan returned to the ward and lay down on the bed.

After a while, He Xiancheng walked in, still sitting in the same position as before.

Zhou Shangan was lying on the bed, and the moment He Xiancheng sat down beside him, Zhou Shangan smelled a bit of smoke.

He Xiancheng seemed to be smoking just now.

Zhou Shangan turned over and turned his back to He Xiancheng.

Luo Xiao's rising and falling breathing sounded in his ears.

Luo Xiao had already fallen asleep, and the other two people in the ward were thinking about each other.

The conversation in the corridor just now seemed like a dream, and Zhou Shangan felt unreal.

He Xiancheng said such a sentence inexplicably, but suddenly there was no continuation.

Like a drunk person, talking without beginning or end.

Zhou Shangan stared at the blurred wall in front of him, his heart beating inexplicably fast.

Behind him, He Xiancheng leaned back on the chair back.

He stared sideways at the back of the person on the bed.

Zhou Shang'an was wrapped in a quilt, tightly wrapped, only the back of her head was exposed.

In the past two days, He Xiancheng called Gao Jing, but he never got through.

He Xiancheng asked all the people who might be in contact with Gao Jing, but he couldn't find Gao Jing.

Gao Jing seemed to have disappeared from the world, and he disappeared together with the secret of his sudden departure seven years ago.

Gao Jing still owes He Xiancheng an explanation.

Like the person who unties the bell also needs the person who tied it, Gao Jing's hurdle in He Xiancheng's heart has gradually become an answer He Xiancheng needs.

At the beginning, He Xiancheng had been waiting for Gao Jing. Perhaps, at the beginning, this kind of waiting could be called love and persistence.

However, in the day after day, year after year of waiting, this feeling has deteriorated.

Without He Xiancheng realizing it, he regarded his attachment to the reason for Gao Jing's departure as love. He thought he still liked Gao Jing, but it was not. A chronic torture.

It was only when He Xiancheng got along with Gao Jing again that he didn't like Gao Jing long ago.