Qingzhou Boyu, shining sky and southern summer

"Gone? I thought he would stick to you forever."

"He said his friend was injured and he was going to have a look, so..."

"Friends?" Lin Haoshuang continued to provoke, "Boys and girls? Do you know each other?"

"How could I know his friend... But I know who it is. It's his boy. It's not going well recently. He still cares about him."

Lin Haoshuang saw that Yue Qingzhou was obviously jealous, and felt that the jealous Yue Qingzhou was really cute, so she continued to fan the flames: "I care, it can't be that he is interested in him... childhood sweethearts are the most dangerous."

"No," Yue Qingzhou forced a smile, "He told me that my friend has someone he likes, although things haven't been going well recently and they separated..."

"Oh my God!" Lin Haoshuang exaggerated, "It's pitiful to be injured again during this period of emotional trauma, and you are helpless, so pitiful, suddenly! Ji Boyu, who is so handsome and excellent and has been helping him all the time, descends from the sky to take care of himself, you Say, it's you, are you tempted!"

"W-how can you be so easily tempted? We've been playing for so many years and I've never been tempted by you!"

"Tsk, it's different. I know you so well that we often sleep together, and you are crooked—that friend is also crooked, right?" Lin Haoshuang guessed wildly.

"……Yes."

"Oh my god, nothing will happen tonight. The weather forecast says it will rain soon. Tsk tsk tsk something is most likely to happen on a heartbreaking rainy night..." Lin Haoshuang got up and left.

Yue Qingzhou was alone in a daze, the more he thought about it, the more awkward he became, and the more he thought about it, the more sad he became.

in the hospital.

Ji Boyu, who arrived, looked around, and easily found a boy sitting on a bench with a bandage on his arm.

The boy lowered his head, in a very bad condition, very haggard.But the eyelashes are very long, giving her a very gentle and beautiful feeling. Her stature and temperament are really similar to the plain Yue Qingzhou.

"Cheng Weiran! Why didn't you contact me! I didn't know what happened to you until I read the news." Ji Boyu came over and reprimanded in a low voice, "Is the injury serious? Isn't your arm broken?"

"Ah?" Cheng Weiran seemed to be taken aback, he was no longer sleepy, and looked up at Ji Boyu with some surprise, "Why are you here? How do you know I'm here?"

"I asked that bastard's manager." Ji Boyu sat next to him, pointed at his arm, "Broken bone?"

"No, no," Cheng Weiran was afraid that he would be worried, so he forced a smile, which became more gentle and peaceful, "It's just a sprain. Actually, you don't have to rush here, it's not particularly serious."

After speaking, he lowered his head again, looking very listless.

"Why do you look so sleepy?"

"Didn't sleep well." He shook his head slowly.

"I don't think I'm asleep, right? I heard that kid is not merciless in torturing his personal assistant."

"It's not so exaggerated... By the way," Cheng Weiran turned to look at Ji Boyu, "What will happen to him?"

"The future is ruined. The reporter is broadcasting live. My dad can't distort the facts even if he wants to. There are so many onlookers beside him, so it must be hopeless. That kid's swearing is top-notch," Ji Boyu sneered. "The whole process is crackling and non-repetitive, which makes me, a foreigner, really envious."

"Then what about my work..." He frowned anxiously.

"You don't have to worry about it, I'll take care of it. Let's go and don't stay in the hospital. If you're not sick, you look sick." Ji Boyu helped him stand up and took it out, and squeezed his crotch Arm, "Oh my god, it looks like ribs, thinner than him..."

"Who is it?" Cheng Weiran saw his sweet smile and felt a little better.

"my husband."

"Oh, have you caught up with the person you mentioned?"

"That's it!" Ji Boyu smiled confidently, and suddenly thought of something, "I'll open a hotel for you, so don't go back to your rented room, you won't be able to rest well."

"No need..." Cheng Weiran said politely, thinking that he had received too much help from Ji Boyu.

"Stop talking." Ji Boyu said, helping him into the car.

In the hotel, Ji Boyu took a look around the entire room, and felt that there was nothing wrong with it, so he put the room card on the table: "Okay, sleep well, we'll talk about anything tomorrow, don't think about it."

"Oh," Cheng Weiran was really tired, a little weak, "Thank you, Boyu."

"You're welcome, I'm leaving."

As Ji Boyu said, he turned and walked to the door, and almost opened the door to go out. Cheng Weiran, who was sitting on the bed, finally couldn't help it: "That..."

"Huh?" Ji Boyu looked back at him.

"Brother Zheng Xi... how are you doing recently?"

"Him? Well, I'm writing a little song, smoking a small cigarette, drinking wine like tap water, and a chick soaking." Ji Boyu deliberately lied, "You, forget the pain when the scar is healed, take a good rest."

On the way back to Sugar Bona, Ji Boyu received a call from Zheng Xi in the car.

"Heh, these two people." Ji Boyu sneered and picked up the earphones and picked it up.

——"Is he okay? Is the injury serious?" Zheng Xi asked anxiously as soon as he got connected, without even saying hello.

"Who is it?" Ji Boyu asked knowingly.

——"Wei Wei, who else is there..."

"Didn't you never watch entertainment news?"

——"This matter is so big that you don't know if you don't know it. Stop talking nonsense. How is he?"

"not heavy."

——"And then?" Zheng Xi waited for a few seconds and asked anxiously.

"It's gone, what do you expect me to tell you?"

——"Hey, can you stop doing this?"

"What's wrong with me?"

——"I won't talk to you anymore, hang up!" Zheng Xi said angrily and hung up.

"Hmph, you can't live without doing your own crime." Ji Boyu took off his earphones.

At this time, the car also drove to the door of Sugar Bona.

"What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?" Ji Boyu looked at Yue Qingzhou, who got into the car with a depressed expression and a low air pressure, "Could it be that I missed me after walking for so long?"

"I'm just a little tired...how's that friend of yours?"

"The injury is not serious, and his mental state is not very good. That's right. Too many things have happened in his life recently."

"That... what does he look like?"

"What does it look like?" Ji Boyu smiled, "It looks like a human, do you want to see it?"

Speaking of which, Ji Boyu took out his mobile phone and called up a photo and handed it to Yue Qingzhou: "It looks like this."

In the photo, Ji Boyu and Cheng Weiran are sitting on the sofa, and Ji Boyu is leaning on the back of the sofa with his arms on it, looking like he is hugging Cheng Weiran.

An unknown fire ignited in Yue Qingzhou's heart inexplicably: "You seem to have a very good relationship."

"Yeah," Ji Boyu nodded confusedly, "We were classmates in junior high school, he has no temper and is more easy-going... It seems that I have never seen him have a bad relationship with anyone—except with your idol."

"Really." Yue Qingzhou couldn't help flipping through the photos left and right, and found that they were all photos of the two of them together. Looking carefully, it was a photo album specially built by Ji Boyu.

Yue Qingzhou admits that she is very sad in her heart. This boy is much prettier than herself, with white skin, long eyelashes, big eyes, and thinner than herself. She is all envious of her—not to mention that he used to be a noble son, and he must be knowledgeable and philosophic. Playing the piano, it's just that I'm down and out now, oh, princess down and out, it sounds more charming.

Yue Qingzhou's tone was a bit cold, and he asked bitterly, "Is he... the same type as your two exes?"

"Oh..." Ji Boyu suddenly realized, and turned his head to look at him with a smile, "I said that you didn't feel right when you got in the car, so... are you jealous?"

"Who is jealous!" Yue Qingzhou threw the phone back into Ji Boyu's arms in displeasure.

"Heh, you're still going to hit people." Ji Boyu put his phone away and smiled excitedly, "I always thought that your feelings for me were far from this far. It seems that I underestimated myself. My husband still Love me very much."

"I'm not jealous, I'm not jealous, I'm not jealous!"

Ji Boyu smiled and said, "Can't you bite your tongue?"

The two looked at each other and suddenly laughed.

Yue Qingzhou covered her face, and said with guilt and embarrassment: "I'm not jealous! It's just that you two have a good relationship... He's good-looking..."

"Where do you look good?" Ji Boyu made an exaggerated unbelievable expression, "I always think you are ten thousand times cuter and more beautiful than him! I have regarded him as an ordinary classmate and friend since I met him, and I have no idea at all. No. I am more concerned about him recently because he is indeed in trouble, your wife is kind."

Yue Qingzhou lowered his head and smiled shyly, the arc of the corner of his mouth could not be retracted even if he tried hard: "You blind man..." He thought for a while, and felt that it was too pitiful for Wei Wei to be misunderstood by him for no reason, and said with concern: "How is he?"

"It's okay, I just suffered a small injury." Ji Boyu felt his self-blame, and suddenly reached out a hand to touch Yue Qingzhou's head.

"Then... Did the affairs of their family implicate him? He, he won't be in debt, right?"

"It's not that exaggerated." Ji Boyu waved his hand, "His family debts are paid off, but his sister is still studying in the United States, and the rest of the family property is all for his sister, so it's hard to work and support himself .”

"Ah... so difficult..." Yue Qingzhou felt extremely uncomfortable, "He doesn't even have any books to read..."

"Yeah, I won't go to good Berkeley."

"Oh my God..." Yue Qingzhou was about to cry, "He also studied music?"

"Yes. Let's not talk about such a sad topic, let's talk about why you are jealous?"

"I'm not jealous!"

"Okay, okay, it's me. I suspect you're having an affair with your good friend."

"I didn't suspect that you two had an affair!" Yue Qingzhou said righteously, "If you say it again, I will beat you!"

"You hit me just now, hitting me with your phone...ah, it hurts," Ji Boyu rubbed his chest exaggeratedly, "the phone is so heavy! You threw it so hard! It feels like my ribs are going to be broken..."

"It's not that exaggerated! I just lightly threw the phone to you..."