MTL - The Decade of Deep Love-Chapter 22

Chapter 22

He knows that he has returned home and carefully put Ai Ziyu's scarf in a bag. He sat on the sofa for a long time, didn't think about anything, but just felt a little cold before he got up.

A house that is not popular will be cold, and it is the kind of cold that cannot be eliminated regardless of the high temperature of the air conditioner. He knows that the book is in the quilt, the group is very tight, and actually slept and slept.

Suddenly awakened in the middle of the night, the bedroom headlights were still shining brightly, and the night could not be thickened. He knew that he had only slept for less than half an hour. But I can't sleep, and the sober taste is even harder. He really couldn't help it, and he wanted to hear Jiang Wenxu's voice.

France is about 5 o'clock in the afternoon, it should not bother him... He Zhishu is very patient and uses his fingers to figure out the number of Jiang Wenxu. The address book is not without him, but it seems to come more. Emphasize your heart. This is the habit of He Zhishu.

The phone rang a few times and someone was connected. The man’s low-pitched voice seemed to be a bit gentle: “Do you remember to call me?”

He knows that the phone is silent for a few seconds. He and Jiang Wenxu started the call very diligently, but they didn’t have the money to pay the bill. At that time, He Zhishu felt that the happiest and least heartful thing was to use his company’s phone to have nothing to do with Jiang Wenxu. The two words, although the two can see each night, but always feel that the day is too long. Later, it changed. I always felt that there was nothing to say, but I was not guilty of no reason. Since you are not willing to pay attention to me, I will not do it. It’s normal until I don’t see each other for ten days and a half.

"I miss you." He Zhishu converges on emotions. In a few seconds, his mind has had a span of several years, and he suddenly blurted out.

Jiang Wenxu is also a glimpse. He hasn’t listened to He Zhishu’s words for a long time. Moreover, he seems to have heard a hint of whimper in the short three words of He Zhishu. It seems to be true, but it is also like an illusion.

"I miss you for the past two days. I am busy and I am afraid to disturb you. I have been forbearing and have not called you. I will try to be as soon as possible. Come back early to accompany you." Jiang Wenxu’s voice was soft and two points. There are great waves.

He Zhishu is not stupid, and the excuse to say it is just to conceal the fact that he does not want to be on the heart. Jiang Wenxu did not even send a text message. The man is far away in France, with young boys like him, a romantic country, and how happy he is. It’s just myself, and I’m rushing to abuse myself in the middle of the night.

He knows the book and licks his lips, and he sighs in the scorpion.

He didn't think about anything yet, but he faintly heard a very vague voice from the microphone: "Jiang Ge... How can you still not finish the phone, the dishes will be cold..."

The spoiled tone, the clear voice of the boy's voice, seems to be impatient.

He knows that his face is pale, and he thinks that Jiang Wenxu’s pet should be very powerful. I didn’t try to disturb Jiang Wenxu’s phone in the past.

Jiang Wenxu suddenly calmed down and there was no noise at all.

He Zhishu worked hard to stabilize the sound line. He still refused Jiang Wenxu's embarrassment: "Beijing has cooled down in the past two days, and it is very cold. When you come back, call me. I will pick you up at the airport and give you stewed radish ribs soup. .

"Oh, I love you the most."

He knows that he laughed and made a small yawn: "Okay, let's go busy! I am sleepy."

Jiang Wenxu said good night, the voice is very gentle.

He knows that he has not slept for a night, and his heart has been dug by a blunt knife. In the middle of the night, He Zhishu was full of the house, but did not know what he was looking for. Finally, he was tired and sat on the floor of the cold living room and cried like a child who lost the world. He Zhishu bit his lip, and the thin shoulders trembled. He cried and put the warm baby on his chest. This way the heart will not be cold to freeze.

In the early morning, He Zhishu fell asleep, but it was fiercely burned. The whole person was chaotic.

The retribution is coming. He Zhishu showed some liberation smiles, and left his parents, gave up his heart, lost everything, and fell in love with people who should not love.

The phone ringing sounded, and He Zhishu responded for a long time before reaching for it: "Jiang Wenxu... I am dying to die..."

"Don't you don't want me..."

"I am very embarrassed..."

"How can you lie to me?" He Zhishu's eyes are red, and once the emotions have accumulated for a long time, it is really difficult to stop. ”

"He knows! What happened? Where is your home? I will come over!"

It turned out to be a doctor... He knows that he is faint, and he still trusts Ai Ziyu in the subconscious. He still talks about the exact address and then sleeps.

Ai Ziyu directly smashed the unlocked past, and when he opened the door of He Zhishu, he did not wake up.

Ai Ziyu looked at the thin-skinned person because he was afraid of colder and smaller, and his pale face still had some tear marks, and his brow wrinkled. Ai Ziyu found out that his call to He Zhishu had not been hung up.

He bent over and slammed the man up, and it was too light. The man’s cheeks were cleverly attached to his chest, the temperature was high, and his heart was hot.

I really like it. Ai Ziyu confirmed no doubt.