I was spoiled after being forced to marry

Fan Xing hesitated for a while, and chose the latter between telling bedtime stories and singing, because he had never told bedtime stories, nor heard bedtime stories, so he really couldn't.

"The little mouse is on the lampstand, stealing oil and can't eat it, meow meow..."

"Hahaha!"

Before Fan Xing finished singing, the man on the other end of the phone couldn't help laughing, "Do you think I'm Xinxin? Singing nursery rhymes to fool me?"

Fan Xing was a little embarrassed, this song was actually played on TV when Xinxin went to watch TV at home, and he learned it after listening to it a lot.

He Qingmo suddenly asked him to sing, and he didn't know what to sing for a while, so he sang this casually.

"What does brother want to hear?" he asked.

"Don't listen to nursery rhymes, just sing your favorite song." The man's voice was still full of smiles, obviously amused by the nursery rhymes just now.

"I like it?" Fan Xing tilted his head and thought for a while, a melody suddenly appeared in his mind, and he hummed softly along the melody.

It was an English ballad with simple melody and lyrics, describing the happy and carefree childhood.

Fan Xing's voice is very soft and clean, and the simple melody and lyrics are sung gently from his mouth, making people's eyes a warm picture of a happy family going out for a picnic.

Fan Xing hummed several times, until the voice on the other end of the phone gradually disappeared, and he called softly, "Brother?"

There was still no response from the other side, but the man's steady breathing could be heard, he must have fallen asleep, and the phone was still attached to his ear.

Fan Xing felt a little...distressed.

Being able to fall asleep while talking on the phone with him shows that he is really tired.

Counting from He Qingmo's departure, it has only been two days and one night, and it will take ten hours on the plane. I am afraid that there will be no time for jet lag when we arrive at the place, and we will go to work. That's why it's so hard Bar?I don't know if I have eaten well.

He was thinking wildly like this, but he didn't hang up the phone, and kept talking until he walked back to the dormitory downstairs, and he said softly to the phone: "Good night."

After hanging up the phone, he realized that Qin Xiuming just came back from the outside. He raised his hand to greet the other party, "What a coincidence, you just came back?"

Qin Xiuming glanced at him, "I remember something else, I'll be back later." After speaking, he turned and left.

Fan Xing stood there watching him walk away, feeling a little confused.It shouldn't be his illusion, Qin Xiuming seems to be avoiding him these two days.

If it was before, Qin Xiuming would have taken the initiative to say hello to him from afar, and then ran up to hook his shoulders and start various gossip exchanges, but these two days he rarely saw Qin Xiuming in the dormitory, and even if he did, the other party would He never took the initiative to speak, and his attitude seemed to have become cold, as if he didn't want to talk to him at all.

Fan Xing couldn't figure it out, he didn't seem to have done anything to make Qin Xiuming unhappy.

What's even more strange is that after he returned to the dormitory and expressed his doubts, Yu Cheng and Lu Zirui's attitudes were unprecedentedly the same, "Little Xingxing, leave him alone, he will be fine on his own after a while."

Obviously, these two people knew what was going on, so they didn't tell him. Fan Xing wanted to ask, so they started arguing, but they didn't tell him anyway.

The noisy Fan Xing felt that he might be marginalized by the people in the dormitory, and felt a little bit disappointed.

The key is that Qin Xiuming's state has not improved until the weekend, and he goes out early and returns late every day, does not sit with them in class, and eats with the basketball team by himself. Fan Xing has no chance to ask in person.

On Friday night, when Fan Xing was slowly packing his things in the dormitory, the door of the dormitory opened. Qin Xiuming walked in with a basketball. He probably didn't expect Fan Xing to be still there.

Fan Xing was also quite surprised, because Qin Xiuming would not return to the dormitory until eleven o'clock during this period.

But after the accident, Fan Xing immediately jumped up and ran over to someone to grab him, "Old Qin, wait a minute, tell me clearly, how did I offend you? I won't know until you tell me. If I really do What's wrong with you, I just apologize to you, why did you run away when you saw me?"

Qin Xiuming was grabbed by the arm, so naturally he couldn't run away, so he had to bite the bullet and turn around. He wanted to make a fool of himself, but he saw Fan Xing's clear eyes that could not hide the eagerness and faint self-blame , obviously decided that he had done something wrong, which made Qin Xiuming angry.

Qin Xiuming's heart tightened, and feelings of guilt and self-blame emerged spontaneously.

It was obviously his fault, because that night, when Fan Xing was the only one looking at him among so many people, he showed a flustered look, and hurriedly looked away, like a flustered little white rabbit. For a moment my heart fluttered, and when I went to see Fan Xing again, I felt different, no matter how I looked at it, I thought it was pretty, no matter how I looked at it, I thought it was cute, no matter how I looked at it, I felt like it.

Fan Xing is so good, good-looking, and good-natured, it's not surprising that he would like it, but the other party has a boyfriend, so what if he likes it?Speaking out would only make the two of them more embarrassed, so he simply didn't say anything.In order to prevent himself from revealing his true feelings, he has been avoiding Fan Xing during this time.

He thought that what he did was the best and most correct, but he forgot that to Fan Xing who didn't know it, his behavior was undoubtedly cold violence.

He also has the temperament of correcting when he knows his mistakes. He turned to face Fan Xing with a solemn and sincere tone, "Fan Xing, I'm sorry, I have encountered some unhappy things myself during this period, so there may be some problems with my attitude, not for Fan Xing. You, you have also seen that I don’t talk much to Yu Cheng and the others. But it still caused you trouble, I’m sorry. How about I treat you to dinner another day to make amends?”

By the end of the talk, his tone had relaxed, and he was half-joking, and he also showed a smile that was common in the past.

Qin Xiuming was already handsome, and if he played handsome on the basketball court, there would be school grass-level characters who brought water and towels to girls, and his smile was particularly sunny and healthy, with a unique contagion.

But he had been abnormal for a week, and suddenly nothing happened, and the changes were too fast, Fan Xing didn't believe it at all.

"Old Qin, just tell me the truth, where the hell am I..."

"Hey? Little Xingxing, why haven't you come home today? You used to run faster than anyone else on Fridays. Could it be that your boyfriend is busy today and doesn't have time to date you?"

At this time Yu Cheng came back, and was surprised to see Fan Xing there.

Fan Xing was stunned for a moment, and then answered: "What? I'm going back, right?" Then she turned and went back to pack her things.

Yu Cheng glanced at him, then at Qin Xiuming, and leaned over to Fan Xing, "No, you obviously don't really want to go back like this, what's wrong? Did you quarrel with your boyfriend? Or something at home?"

Fan Xing looked up, "No, I'm leaving now." After speaking, he hurriedly packed his things into his schoolbag, waved to them and ran away.

But after going out, his footsteps slowed down unconsciously, and he walked unsteadily towards the subway station, feeling... Yu Cheng seemed to be right, he really didn't really want to go back, and he was the only one going back ,What's the point?

However, He Qingmo might not be at home on weekends before. He was often on the phone or busy with other things at home, and he also spent a lot of time shooting video clips. To put it bluntly, he was busy with his own work, and it was okay to be at home alone. The difference, why did you lose the motivation to go home this week when you knew you were going home alone?

Because he was not motivated and active, and it was the weekend, the subway station was crowded with people, he was too lazy to squeeze with people, and missed several trains, so when he got home, it was already past ten o'clock.

I didn't want to cook, so I just dealt with it casually, and then went upstairs to take a shower.

When he came out of the shower, it was past eleven o'clock. He didn't think about anything else, so he went to bed, but he tossed and turned for a while without feeling sleepy, so he had to pick up his phone again and start wasting time.

I looked at the video studies of those popular up masters on the video website, and swiped through Weibo and campus forums, but I found it boring. In the end, I don’t know why I opened the calendar and started counting the days until He Qingmo came back. After counting several times in a row, he suddenly discovered that the next weekend was He Qingmo's birthday, and it was no accident that He Qingmo should be back that day.

Fan Xing stared at the phone for a long time, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise slightly, and suddenly he felt that he was not so boring anymore.

So for the next week, Fan Xing focused on how to help He Qingmo celebrate his birthday. Instead of asking He Qingmo directly, he secretly called Song Yang and was told that He Qingmo Basically, after the birthday, the plan to invite the He family to celebrate the birthday was rejected by him.

At the end of the week, after confirming that He Qingmo would definitely come back, he started to prepare.

First, he decorated the house. Considering He Qingmo's occasional childishness, he dressed up in a relaxed and childlike style. Then the meals were naturally made according to He Qingmo's taste. The trouble was the cake, which He Qingmo didn't like at all. For cakes, Fan Xing thinks that the reason why he has not loved birthdays for so many years may largely be because he does not want to eat birthday cakes.

Therefore, in order to take care of his taste, Fan Xing tried several times to minimize the ratio of sugar to cream, and made a low-sweetness birthday cake.

After everything was ready, it was already past seven o'clock in the evening. According to the time He Qingmo told him before, it should be around this time to get home.

When Fan Xing was busy just now, he didn't feel anything. Now that he was idle and waiting, he realized that he seemed to be looking forward to it. Moreover, he was still a little nervous, and his heart was pounding.

He waited quietly for a while, and couldn't help but glance at the time, feeling that the time seemed to pass very slowly, and it took a while to go one frame.

At 07:30, he couldn't help but ran to open the door, stood in the garden and looked out, but there was silence outside, only a few dim street lights were on.

At eight o'clock, the man still hasn't come back.The anticipation and nervousness in Fan Xing's heart turned into worry. He went back to the house and took his mobile phone to call He Qingmo, but no one answered the call for a long time. He thought about it and planned to call Song Yang, but at this time there was a message When he came in, he thought it was He Qingmo, and quickly opened WeChat, but it turned out to be Lu Chi's message.

He clicked on it, and saw that Lu Chi sent a photo of He Qingmo. At the airport, it seemed that he was the deceased who returned to China today after passing the customs, but He Qingmo was not the only one in the photo, there was also a handsome young man beside him. It turned out to be... Zhou Haoran.

How can they be together?Fan Xing was a little surprised, and then Lu Chi sent another message, which was a news link. He clicked on it, and saw a very conspicuous title——He Qingmo and Xinhuan went on vacation abroad, and returned to China in a low-key manner today.

The news content is mainly pictures, all of which are photos of He Qingmo and Zhou Haoran at the airport together, and most of the text content is "inseparable" and "intimate".

After Fan Xing carefully read every word, he exited the news and clicked on Weibo. As expected, "He Qingmo Xinhuan" became a trending search again, and the enthusiasm of netizens was beyond imagination. Every time such a trending search appeared , will attract this speculation and discussion, just like the last time Fan Xing and He Qingmo went to the wholesale city and were photographed.

But it's very strange, last time Fan Xing was able to read the comments and messages of those netizens with great interest and found it interesting, but this time, he didn't want to read them at all.

After quitting Weibo, he found out that Lu Chi had sent another message - how are you?I'm free tonight, I can accompany you without getting drunk or returning home.

Fan Xing stared at that sentence in a daze, for a moment he didn't understand why he would not return home drunk.

Lu Chi probably thought he was sad, and then sent another message - I told you earlier that he is a scumbag, and sooner or later he will dump you, are you still not mentally prepared?Are you really going to be with this kind of person for the rest of your life?Don't be silly, look away, he's not good enough for you.Where are you? I'm looking for you?

Fan Xing gradually came to his senses. It turned out that Lu Chi thought he was broken in love and wanted to comfort him.

He smiled lightly, and returned a message to Lu Chi - thank you brother, I'm fine.

real?It's not embarrassing to be sad after losing a relationship. You've seen me in even more embarrassing ways anyway, so you really don't have to force yourself to smile in front of me. ——Lu Chi.

I'm really fine, I'll tell you if there's something to do——Fan Xing replied.

He was really fine, except for feeling a little depressed, he didn't feel anything.

After replying to Lu Chi's message, he went back to the house, closed the door and went upstairs to take a shower. It was past nine o'clock when he came out of the shower. He nestled down on the sofa with his computer in his arms and cut the video, waiting for him to post the next week. After the video was processed, it was almost twelve o'clock, and He Qingmo's birthday was about to go, but there was still no movement outside, and it didn't look like anyone was coming back.

He put down the computer, got up and went to the restaurant.

A table of meals that had not been touched was already completely cold.

After thinking about it, he picked up his phone and dialed He Qingmo's number again. Just like last time, it rang for a long time, and just when he thought he wouldn't answer it again, he got through there.

"Fan Xing..." The man's voice came over, a bit hoarse, "Sorry, I still need to..."

"Mr. He, hurry up and make a wish and cut the cake, it's almost twelve o'clock."

He Qingmo's staccato voice was interrupted by another brisk voice, and Fan Xing remembered that voice was Zhou Haoran.

He couldn't help shaking his hands, and heard He Qingmo say: "Fan Xing, don't wait for me, go to bed early, I..."

beep, beep, beep...

The phone was disconnected.

Fan Xing maintained his phone position for a while before gently putting down the phone, clearing up the food and cakes on the table and throwing them into the trash can. This was the first time he wasted food like this, but it was useless to keep it, no one would eat it.

Naturally, there is no need to decorate the house. Put away what should be put away, throw away what should be thrown away, wash the pots and pans, and tidy up the kitchen. It is already past one o'clock in the morning.

He came out of the kitchen and saw the wrapped gift box on the dining table, which was a birthday present he had prepared for He Qingmo. The corners are put away.

After everything was packed, the house returned to its normal state, and he checked it carefully again with worry. After making sure that there was nothing missing, he put away the computer and prepared to go to bed, but Lu Chi called.

Fan Xing hesitated for a while, but still connected, Lu Chi's voice came over immediately, and he was a little drunk, slurring, "Little Xingxing, come out quickly, I know you are sad, I will accompany you to drink, hurry up! You are limited to 10 minutes You must appear in front of me!" After speaking, the other party hung up the phone, and then sent a location on WeChat.

Fan Xing glanced at the time, it was already two o'clock, he couldn't understand why Lu Chi didn't go to bed at this time, and the address was located at a famous bar street, so Lu Chi felt that he was sad and wanted to get drunk, or Want to drink with him?

but……

Fan Xing finally went because he probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

By the time he took a taxi to the bar where Lu Chi was, Lu Chi was lying on the bar counter almost drunk. He was still in women's clothing, wearing a miniskirt, and his long white legs were swaying restlessly. A man with good intentions.

Fortunately, this is probably the bar that Lu Chi often comes to. The bartender at the bar knows him and has been distracted to take care of him, or he might have been taken away by someone with ulterior motives.

Seeing this, Fan Xing wanted to send him back. He knew that Lu Chi was renting a house outside, so he didn't have to worry about not being able to go back to school after twelve o'clock.

But when Lu Chi saw Fan Xing, he woke up a lot in an instant. He pulled Fan Xing into a hug, and comforted him inarticulately like a caring big sister, "Little Xingxing, don't be sad! Then you are a fucking scum, It's rotten to the core, and it's not good enough for us. We are so good-looking, can't we find someone who is better than him? Come on, learn from senior brother, senior brother sees it, no matter how many new lovers he changes, senior brother is simply I don't care, I care about a woolen thread, what the hell is He Qingmo? He doesn't deserve me to feel sorry for him at all!"

Fan Xing was so strangled by him that he couldn't breathe, so he could only agree with him, "Yes, yes, yes, brother, what you said is right, I will listen to you."

But Lu Chi couldn't listen at all, hugging him and talking to himself, sometimes persuading him not to be sad, sometimes scolding He Qingmo, and then gradually stopped talking, buried his head on Fan Xing's shoulder and began to cry.

Fan Xing patted him on the back lightly, but did not speak.

He always thought that Lu Chi had really let go. After all, he looked so chic before, but only now did he realize that he was just forcing himself to be chic. When he really saw the person he liked had a new love, he would still be sad.

It took a while for Lu Chi's mood to stabilize. He let go of Fan Xing and asked the bartender for another glass of wine. By the way, he ordered a glass of soda for Fan Xing and handed it over. You read the joke. I wanted to comfort you, but..."

He turned his head and looked at Fan Xing, "Are you okay?"

Fan Xing smiled slightly, and was about to speak, but suddenly remembered something, and stared at Lu Chi for a while.

After Lu Chi vented, he seemed to be awake a lot. It's not surprising to see him like this, but his face was clear, "Did you find that the boy who was with him today looks very similar to me?"

Fan Xing nodded, "Well, the eyebrows and eyes are indeed very similar."

When he saw Zhou Haoran for the first time, he felt familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before. It was only when he saw Lu Chi today that he remembered that Zhou Haoran's features were very similar to Lu Chi's.

Coincidence?

Lu Chi sneered, "Do you think that scumbag He Qingmo would follow a template to find us?"

Lu Chi talked about guessing, but he obviously believed that He Qingmo was looking for a substitute according to a certain template, so he found him and Zhou Haoran successively.

Fan Xing didn't speak, but quietly drank water from a cup.

Lu Chi said that he would stay with him until he was drunk, but he was so drunk that he was reluctantly taken back to the rented house by Fan Xing at dawn.

After Fan Xing settled him down, he poured him a glass of water and put it on the bedside, and then left alone.

It was just six o'clock, and it was Sunday again. There was no one outside. He was walking along the road aimlessly. When he reached a crossroad, he suddenly felt a little dazed, not knowing which way he should go. Walk.

He stood there watching the traffic lights change for several rounds, and then he let out a long sigh of relief, thinking that he should go home and sleep.

At this moment, his cell phone rang, and it was actually Song Yang calling.

He was a little strange, Song Yang rarely took the initiative to call him.

"Hello."

As soon as Fan Xing finished speaking, Song Yang's voice came over, "Fan Xing, Mr. He is in the hospital, can you come here now? I'll send someone to pick you up at home."

Fan Xing's heart trembled, "No need, I'll go by myself. What's wrong with brother?"

"It's nothing, you come here first, I'll send you the address." Song Yang seemed to be very busy there, so he hung up the phone after speaking in a hurry.

Fan Xing was so flustered that he hurried to take a taxi to the hospital. Fortunately, the road was not congested at this time. The taxi driver knew that he was in a hurry, so he drove very fast all the way, and arrived at the place half an hour later.

Fan Xing hastily paid the money, got out of the car and ran inside. At this moment, another phone call came in. Fan Xing didn't want to pay attention to it, but after looking at it, it was actually Eric calling.

He thought for a while and pressed the answer button, but he didn't slow down at all, and ran all the way to the elevator, his breath was a little unsteady.

"Dana, you..."

"I'm sorry Eric, I have something to do here, I will contact you later, goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, the elevator just arrived, and he went straight to the top floor after going up.

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