Banned access to straight men's hearts

After coming out of the bathroom, Zhang Sen spent a few more minutes tidying up his appearance, so that he could not see the traces of crying as before, and then asked the makeup artist to apply foundation on his face.

Ming Fei next to him didn't notice what was wrong with him, she just smiled and praised: "Sister-in-law's skin is really good, do you usually use any skin care products?"

Zhang Sen shook his head.

Ming Fei covered her mouth: "Then it seems that all the money I spent on skin care was wasted. After spending so much money, my sister-in-law's skin still doesn't look as good."

Zhang Sen said with a smile: "You can still see the difference. Your face is much smoother than mine, and your skin is also whiter than mine."

Ming Fei was pleased by him and wanted to say something, but the master of ceremonies over there had already called her over to check the procedure.

The person left, and not long after, Mingcheng came over.

Looking at the things that the makeup artist was playing on Zhang Sen's face, I still felt quite novel, so I took a lipstick and looked at it carefully, "This red is like a girl's aunt's blood."

Zhang Sen squinted at him: "Have you seen the blood of a girl's aunt?"

Mingcheng nodded honestly: "When Feifei came to Auntie for the first time, I was the one who checked the information and enlightened her."

Mingcheng has no parents, only such a younger sister. Although it is inconvenient in some aspects, he is also trying his best to educate his younger sister on how to deal with some changes in his physiology.

Apparently Zhang Sen also thought of this, and there was some comfort in his eyes, "There will be me in the future."

Mingcheng raised his eyes and smiled at him.

After a while, the makeup on the face is done.

The makeup artist was very satisfied, and was also attracted by Zhang Sen's face. He even took a photo with him and happily posted it on Moments.

Mingcheng was also very satisfied.

It always feels as if everything has changed, and it seems like nothing has changed.

Zhang Sen was already good-looking, and the makeup artist didn't deliberately change it. He just used concealer to cover up some shortcomings and highlighted some advantages to make him even more beautiful.

The eye sockets were deepened, and earth-colored eye shadow was used to smudge the eye sockets, and a layer of lip glaze was applied on the thin lips. It seemed that she had got rid of the gloomy temperament before, and instead had a lot of sunshine.

Ming Fei was also surprised by him when he came back, and jokingly said to the makeup artist: "Can you make him ugly, so that you can steal my husband's limelight."

Zhang Sen didn't get too entangled in some of the titles in Ming Fei's words, after all, this was already a certainty, and in front of others, he couldn't have negative mood swings because of this matter.

It is the consequence of one's own choice.

He smiled and said, "Is there anything wrong with being handsome?"

Ming Fei hurriedly smiled and waved his hands: "No, it's about to start, let's go up."

-

God knows what Zhang Sen fantasized about the scene where the two meet again.

Anyway, it won't be like this now.

When he went up in his best man outfit, he only saw the back of Qian Wei.

Avant-garde seems to have curled his hair.

Zhang Sen was afraid that there was something wrong with staring at the groom's back in a daze, so he hurriedly closed his eyes.

The priest on the stage is reading the wedding words.

It's just a few words, whether you like it or not.

The newcomer said yes.

The two kissed together.

Zhang Sen couldn't bear to look at it, so he turned his gaze to the bottom.

First, he saw Ming Cheng smiling at him, and when his gaze cleared up, he saw the man sitting at the table behind Ming Cheng.

The man was also looking at himself.

It's avant-garde.

Avant-garde?

Zhang Sen was puzzled, frowned and took another look.

He was right.

"..." The person who married Ming Fei was not an avant-garde.

This realization made Zhang Sen relax a lot, and he stopped looking at the audience, avoiding someone's sight, and staring at the couple.

During the toast, the groom didn't hold a lot of alcohol, and after drinking three glasses in a row, he staggered a little. After asking Zhang Sen for a few words, he was helped away by Ming Fei.

Zhang Senbai had a few tables of wine, and Mingfei looked at Mingcheng worriedly halfway, Mingcheng had no smile on his face, but shook his head with his eyes closed.

Wait until the place is almost gone.

Only then did Mingcheng support Zhang Sen who was already drunk, and asked him softly: "Is it necessary?"

Zhang Sen said: "It is necessary, why not."

I don't know if it was because the lights in the hotel were too bright and irritated my eyes. Anyway, when I realized it, tears flowed all over my face.

He looked at Mingcheng who was wiping away his tears, and said, "Let's break up, I can't lie to myself."

This sentence stunned Mingcheng for a moment, and he kept saying while wiping Zhang Sen's face: "It's okay, it's okay."

Some words are lighter but more and more serious.

Half drunk and half awake, Zhang Sen remembered the time when Qian Wei was talking about his girlfriend in his third year of high school.

That girlfriend has a bad temper, but in front of Qian Wei, she is a cute little bird.

Zhang Sen got along well in the girl circle, and knew that this girl was not a cheap lamp.

He mentioned it to Qianwei a few times, and when girls found out about it, they encouraged him.

Then there was a quarrel.

Qian Wei yelled at him that day: "It doesn't matter what she looks like? She's my girlfriend, not your girlfriend!"

Zhang Sen was tired, so he just replied lightly: "I don't care."

Since then, Zhang Sen hasn't looked at Qian Wei, nor said a word to him.

Two weeks later, Qianwei stood at the door of their class with a bag of candy, as if he had just finished playing basketball, with sweat on his forehead in his uniform, and asked him to come over with a smile: "I was wrong, I broke up with her, Don't be angry, okay?"

The sun was behind him then.

Maybe it was at this time that Zhang Sen was moved.

From throbbing to heartbeat, from heartbeat to secret love.

He didn't understand why it was these small details that made him fall in love with such a straight man, and why he lost so badly.

Zhang Sen is good at communication.

But everyone kept a distance from him, and they were friends with everyone, but they couldn't make friends with anyone.

On the surface, he talks a lot and can chat with anyone, but he doesn't remember him about anything.

Avant-garde is not.

When Qiu Xue has forgotten about Zhang Sen, he will tell himself.

There are some places that even Zhang Sen hasn't noticed, and they directly seep into his life, and when he pulls them out, he can't even figure out his own life.

How uncomfortable.

Zhang Sen choked up and said sorry to Ming Cheng.

He couldn't pretend anymore.

Ming Cheng touched the back of his neck, leaned closer to his forehead and pressed it, "It's okay."

He smiled: "I know, it's okay. As long as you like it, remember that if he doesn't want you, you still have me."

After a long time, when Zhang Sen recalled Ming Cheng's words, he would always smile and look at the man who looked like a loyal dog in front of him.

The second half of the sentence was not used in the second half of my life.

Mingcheng only sent Zhang Sen to the bottom of the apartment building.

The big bottom also knows that there is still such a line between the two of them, and he is afraid that they will not be friends after crossing it.

He watched Zhang Sen walk into the building.

Take out the cigarette.

After getting out of the elevator, the corridor was dark.

There were red stars twinkling in the sky at the door, Zhang Sen smelled smoke when he approached, and when he looked up in a daze, he saw Qian Wei's eyes that were still bright in the dark.

It's hard to fathom what kind of emotions are inside.

He just heard Qian Wei's heavy breathing, and Zhang Sen didn't know what happened. Most likely, alcohol had entered his brain.As soon as he raised his head, he touched Qianwei's lips, which were soft and warm.

Qian Wei didn't speak, didn't dodge, and didn't move forward.

Zhang Sen's cell phone in his bag rang, and he realized what he had done, hurriedly turned it away, and wiped his mouth with his hand.

Before he could speak, Qian Wei grabbed his hand.

The strength was a little strong, as if he was venting his anger. The pain in his wrist made Zhang Sen wake up a lot. He frowned and looked at Qianwei: "Release."

Qian Wei asked him: "Do you think I'm disgusting?"

This question was asked suddenly, Zhang Sen didn't understand Qian Wei's meaning, he hesitated for a few seconds, and just raised his head to say something, Qian Wei shook his hand away first.

Before he could react, he slammed his wrist against the wall.

Pain.

"Qianwei, are you sick?"

Qian Wei said, "I'm not sick."

With red eyes, he raised his hand to pinch Zhang Sen's neck, with such strength that Zhang Sen had no strength to resist.

He snorted, "Why don't you feel sick when you're with Mingcheng, why do you feel sick when you're with me?"

Zhang Sen couldn't breathe.

Several strings in his head were broken, and he stared at Qian Wei.

After a while, there was a few seconds of silence.

Zhang Sen felt that his lungs were about to disappear, Qian Wei let go of his hand, allowing him to half bend over, sucking in the air frantically.

The high-down eyes seem to be watching the prey.

Zhang Sen was very uncomfortable.

He raised his head, and as soon as his lips moved, he looked at Qianwei without making a move, turned around and walked into the elevator.

"Are you fucking crazy, Avantgarde!"

Hearing Zhang Sen yelling at himself, Qian Wei laughed for no reason, but the smile was uglier than crying, and looked at Zhang Sen in the elevator until the elevator door closed.

Zhang Sen took several breaths before recovering slowly.

In my heart, I silently greeted the eighteen generations of Qianwei's ancestors, and slowly stood up while leaning on the wall.

I didn't think about the mobile phone until I entered the house. I took it out and looked at it. I don't know when the APP that has been "dead" for a long time will come back to life.

At this time, the APP page prompts that task [-] is released.

[Task [-]: Send a bouquet of flowers to the person you like. 】

Zhang Sen took a look, lying on the sofa looking at the ceiling, and sighed weakly.

I don't know what the avant-garde thinks.

Zhang Sen thought for a while, and always felt that he was too abrupt when he kissed him just now, but when Qian Wei said disgusting words, he felt that his guess was wrong.

He thought about it for a long time but couldn't think of a reason, so he just gave up thinking about it and went to sleep in the bedroom.

-

After what happened last night, Zhang Sen originally thought that he would never meet Qian Qiang.

Who knew that this person walked into his office in a grand manner, and Liu Qing was still nodding and bowing in front of him, as if he was hugging some kind of thigh.

Zhang Sen frowned: "I'm sorry, we don't welcome colleagues here."

Qian Wei looked at him, but he didn't speak, but Liu Qing pointed at Zhang Sen, "What are you talking about, colleagues should learn from each other and promote each other."

Zhang Sen rolled his eyes: "All the shopkeepers who sell clothes in the underground shopping mall know that they have to post a sign on the wall that they are not allowed to enter. Is it possible that an architect can't abide by it?"

Liu Qing didn't hear what he said, so he smiled and said to Qian Wei: "We won't look here, Zhang Sen is blocking your eyes, let's go to the hall to have a look."

Zhang Sen said a word lightly to the backs of the two.

"roll."