Unbearable

Even if Ji Zhonghan didn't understand why Lin Jin appeared here, and what kind of relationship he had with Wen Yuan.

But it doesn't prevent him from thinking about only one thing now, and that is that Feng Qi is crying.

No one knows better than him how much Feng Qi likes his mother.

Feng Qi, who loved Lin Jin deeply, did not get the corresponding love.

It seems that things in this world are always like this. Feelings are not paid, but there will be gains.

It's the same for him, and it's the same for Lin Jin.

Before he regretted it, Ji Zhonghan took the initiative to hold Feng Qi's hand.

He led the man towards the rest room, during which Feng Qi didn't struggle and followed behind him obediently.

The fingers in the palm were still cold, and Ji Zhonghan couldn't help but hold them tighter.

Pushing open the door of the rest room and turning on the lights, he saw Feng Qi's face in the mirror.

Feng Qi's tears didn't stop, but he cried very quietly without any sound.

This way of holding back made Ji Zhonghan feel even more uncomfortable.

He placed Feng Qi on a chair, found a wet wipe, and handed it to Feng Qi.

Feng Qi didn't answer or speak.

Ji Zhonghan sighed, and when he was about to reach out to wipe Feng Qi's tears, Feng Qi grabbed his hand.

Feng Qi looked at him silently, there seemed to be a lot to say in his eyes, but he couldn't say a word at the moment.

Ji Zhonghan coaxed a child, "I have to go out to record a show later, if you cry like this, many people will find it wrong."

Feng Qi didn't let go of his hand, Ji Zhonghan thought for a while, and said again, "Do you want Wen Yuan to see you like this?"

Even if it is not clear what happened between Wen Yuan and Feng Qi, judging from the current situation, things must be more complicated than he imagined.

Sure enough, after Feng Qi heard this sentence, he let go of him, and Ji Zhonghan was able to wipe away Feng Qi's tears smoothly.

He squatted in front of Feng Qi, folded the wet tissue in his hand and said, "Do you want to calm down here? I can go out and watch the door for you."

After speaking, he looked at Feng Qi, hoping to get a response from the other party.

But Feng Qi still didn't speak, Ji Zhonghan felt a little lost, but he could understand Feng Qi's current mood.

He stood up on his knees, and when he was about to go out, his waist tightened. Feng Qi put his arms around his waist, and buried his face completely in his stomach.

Ji Zhonghan was stunned, he didn't expect Feng Qi to be vulnerable in front of him.

From his point of view, he couldn't see Feng Qi's face clearly, but every sob of the other party could spread throughout his whole body through the tremor of breathing.

His hands hanging on both sides froze for a long time before slowly lifting them up.

Whether it was before or now, he seems to have always been like this.

Ji Zhonghan bent down and hugged Feng Qi, as long as Feng Qi still needed him.

Just like before, he patted Feng Qi's back lightly.

Feng Qi's arms around his waist were very tight, almost as if he wanted to strangle him into his body.Ji Zhonghan touched his hair, the back of his neck, and patted his shoulders.

He used to be proficient in every step, but now it is not difficult to get it back.

This hug after many years was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Jing He pushed the door open and came in. He was talking, but when he saw the two people embracing inside, he lost his voice.

Ji Zhonghan was in a hurry, feeling guilty and flustered as if he had been caught rape.

Feng Qi raised his red eyes from Ji Zhonghan's waist, and gave Jinghe a sign with his gaze.

Jing He didn't know what the two of them were doing, he only knew that the current situation was too chaotic and he had to sort it out.

"Do you know that Lin Jin is coming?" Jing He asked.

Feng Qi straightened up, but did not let go of Ji Zhonghan's arm, "I don't know."

Ji Zhonghan wanted to stand still, but Feng Qi didn't let go, and he didn't dare to break people's hands away.

Jing He quickly explained to Feng Qi why Lin Jin came here and how many days he was here.

Lin Jin was invited by the program group. As an assistant guest, from the perspective of a professional editor-in-chief of a magazine, she gave some suggestions to the models on the road to commercialization in the future.

The three-day filming will not stay for too long, and they will not stay in the hotel arranged by the program group, so they will not be able to meet each other except for the recording scene.

After hearing this, Feng Qi asked coldly, "Was it invited by the program team, or Wen Yuan?"

Jing He rubbed his eyebrows, "What's the difference?"

"Why is there no difference? She is not willing to work with her no matter how many times our company wants to cooperate. Now that I know that I am in this program group, I still come here, isn't it because of Wen Yuan?" Feng Qi said in a very indifferent tone .

But Ji Zhonghan heard a lot of sadness and insincere in Feng Qi's voice.

Jing He put down his hands and said seriously, "I don't care what you think or feel right now, just sort it out before the show, don't make me emotionally messed up, and ask the director to cut the clips!"

Ji Zhonghan subconsciously stood in front of Feng Qi, and instinctively protected Feng Qi.

"Feng Qi is not the kind of ignorant person, Mr. Jing doesn't have to say that about him." Ji Zhonghan blurted out.

Jing He was choked by Ji Zhonghan's reply, he looked at the "sensible" Feng Qi, and began to deeply doubt how blind Ji Zhonghan was, and how much he protected his weaknesses in order to put the word "sensible" on Feng Qi.

Moreover, didn't Ji Zhonghan still look like a snake and scorpion avoiding Fengqi before, so this is a protection?

Jing He said speechlessly, "Take another 10 minutes of rest, and I'll have someone come in to touch up your makeup later."

After finishing speaking, Jing He said to Ji Zhonghan, "Mr. Ji, come out for a while."

Ji Zhonghan always feels that Jinghe is now like a teaching director who settles accounts after the fall. When that sentence comes out, it is obvious that there will be no good things behind.

Just as he was about to leave, Feng Qi put more force on his waist, "Who told you to go out."

Feng Qi said to Jing He, "Go out."

Jing He didn't even bother to pay attention to Feng Qi, he thought it was childish, so he turned around and left, closing the door by the way.

As soon as the people left, the atmosphere in the rest room seemed to cool down instantly.

Ji Zhonghan regained his sanity belatedly, and was shocked to realize that after what he said and what he did, the back of his neck and back were numb.

At this moment, Feng Qi let go of his arms around his waist, went to the mirror on his own, and wiped off the marks on his face with a wet towel indiscriminately.

Because of too much force, his face quickly turned red.

Ji Zhonghan walked over, "You wait for the makeup artist to come in and then deal with it."

Feng Qi stopped moving, turned to look at him, his eyes were deep and bottomless.He said to Ji Zhonghan, "Are you sympathizing with me?"

Ji Zhonghan was slightly suffocated, he could neither deny nor answer.

The feeling of being pityed by others is very annoying. He knows that people with strong self-esteem can't bear this, let alone Feng Qi.

Ji Zhonghan had no choice but to say, "Sorry."

Feng Qi threw away the wet towel in his hand, didn't speak, but still stared at Ji Zhonghan.Ji Zhonghan was a little furious by his gaze, because when Feng Qi looked at him, it seemed that he was a good piece of meat, and he didn't know where to eat it to satisfy his full stomach.

He suddenly regretted following in.

Feng Qi seemed to notice his flinching, and sneered, "Do you know that your character is like a blunt knife grinding flesh, which is more tormenting?"

"If you still want to get close to me, don't think about any pure friendship between me and you."

"We can't be friends."

Feng Qi approached Ji Zhonghan, trying to expose all of Ji Zhonghan's self-deception with words.

"Don't come close to me because of sympathy or other reasons, it will only hurt yourself." Feng Qi leaned close to Ji Zhonghan's ear and said softly.

Ji Zhonghan was forced into a corner, overwhelmed by Feng Qi's breath, he said hoarsely, "Actually, I know."

Feng Qi hugged Ji Zhonghan's waist again, but it was not the same way as before, this time his movements were more deviant and lighter.

He held down the soft flesh on Ji Zhonghan's waist, and kneaded it ambiguously, "Unless you want to be my friend who only sleeps with me, otherwise, don't hang out in front of me with the sign of friendship."

It wasn't until Ji Zhonghan was almost curled up that Feng Qi let go of his hand.

He straightened his clothes facing the mirror, watched Ji Zhonghan stand up silently behind him, and re-tied his slightly messy hair.

Feng Qi has always done things directly, and the thing he has kept secret for the longest time is nothing more than his feelings for Ji Zhonghan.

After Ji Zhonghan tied up his hair, he turned around and walked to the door step by step.

He grabbed the doorknob, knowing in his heart that this was probably Feng Qi's last and most straightforward warning.

As long as he leaves this door, with Feng Qi's character, he should be able to sort out the messy relationship between them.

Just as Ji Zhonghan imagined at the beginning, they won't have any more entanglements.

He held on to the door and turned around suddenly.

Feng Qi probably didn't expect him to turn around suddenly, and he didn't have time to take back many emotions.

Ji Zhonghan saw the heartbreak in Feng Qi's eyes that he hadn't had time to conceal.

Feng Qi avoided his eyes in embarrassment and looked at the other wall, his jaw was tense, and he clenched his fists together.

He heard footsteps, went back and forth, and turned his head again, Ji Zhonghan was already standing in front of him.

Ji Zhonghan's face was still a little dazed, but when he spoke to him, he was so calm, "I want to confirm one thing."

Before Feng Qi had time to react, Ji Zhonghan stretched out his hands and took his hand.

This act of playing house like a child is very puzzling.

What Feng Qi didn't know was that this was Ji Zhonghan who had taken the initiative to touch someone for so many years.

He slowly brushed the rough lines on Feng Qi's palm with his fingertips, felt the tiny scars on it, walked past the tattoo, and then pressed the bright red snake letter.

Feng Qi said hoarsely, "What are you doing?"

Ji Zhonghan didn't answer, he just raised his hands and held Feng Qi's face.

The moment his palm touched Feng Qi, he clearly saw Feng Qi flinch, looking at him nervously and surprised.

Ji Zhonghan felt the temperature of someone else's skin in his hand, and he hadn't felt it for a long time. Often before he noticed these, nausea and resistance would overwhelm his senses before the touch.

It was the first time for him to see every detail of Feng Qi's facial features so seriously, but to his surprise, Feng Qi didn't change much.

Just looking at his facial features, he is still the same as before.

Feng Qi held down his hand, intertwining his fingers, as if he had received some kind of hint, Feng Qi suddenly broke the safe distance between the two of them, he leaned in front of Ji Zhonghan, but didn't kiss him.

He just glanced at Ji Zhonghan's lips, then to the tip of his nose, and finally his eyes.

In the silence, it was as if an invisible thread wrapped them around.

Those emotions are seesawing and stalemate, just waiting for an accident, or a tremor of a butterfly's wings, can set off overwhelming changes.

It was Ji Zhonghan who gave this change first.

He closed his eyes, and before he regretted it rationally, he followed his instinct and moved forward gently.

The lips touched, and the feeling of soft touching each other clearly spread through his brain.

He might be crazy.

He kissed Feng Qi.

Ask for a starfish~dd