MTL - The Decade of Deep Love-Chapter 25

Chapter 25

It’s not too early to get up when He knows the book. It’s already more than eight o’clock. He pushed the bedroom door out, just in time to catch up with Ai Ziyu and the dog came back, and he took the breakfast.

"I didn't sleep well last night?" He Zhishu took two pieces of black at the doctor's eyes when he was drinking soy milk. He cares: "I am bothering you?"

The doctor seems to be a little tired today, and he bowed his head to the tofu brain: "No."

He Zhishu can feel that Ai Ziyu is in a bad mood, but he does not know what happened, and it was still good last night. He couldn't ask deeply, he could only finish the meal quietly.

After eating the doctor, the doctor took the He Zhishu to the hospital, and opened a very stable Chevrolet. He opened the song to He Zhishu, and the voice was very gentle: "Who likes to listen to?"

He Zhishu smiled and shook his head: "Whoever works."

Ai Ziyu immediately put one. The sound of the music slowly leaps out, and the tone is a bit lonely.

After taking the medicine from the hospital, Ai Ziyu sent He Zhishu home, and it was lunch time at the entrance to the community. He knows a little embarrassed that these days, he always troubles the doctor. After thinking about it, he still asked: "Mr. Ai, would you like me to have a meal at noon?"

Ai Ziyu refused: "Wait a day, let's go home and have a rest."

He Zhishu is the most stalker, and he is not talking about what he should say. I watched the Chevrolet go away and turned to go home.

Ai Ziyu is very upset and he knows that it is definitely not a good thing to go down like this. He likes He Zhishu is right, but now it is really unclear whether the man is really serious and He Zhishu has a deep feeling, and all neglect is only because of the deliberate concealment of He Zhishu.

He parked the car on the side of the road and took the phone and quickly smashed the number.

"Xiao Yu?" A low male voice.

"Brother, are you busy?" Ai Ziyu closed his eyes and gently pressed his finger to the steering wheel: "I want you to do me a favor."

Ai Ziqian smiled: "How long have you been asking me to do something, what happened? Tell me."

"Help me check my personal."

"Who?"

"Jiang Wenxu." Ai Ziyu did not know anything about this name. He knew that his brother could not find out this information. Now he feels like a silly X. But he did not expect that the phone was silent for a few seconds, Ai Ziqian asked: "Which Jiang Wenxu?"

"Brother, which one do you know?"

"The CEO of the recent cooperation, in his early thirties, is very good, his wrist is very hard," Ai Ziqian said, this pause: "What do you ask him to do?"

Ai Ziyu’s brain stunned for a moment, and it seemed that he could be on the top, and he said: “It seems to be his... his boyfriend came to me to check.”

Ai Ziqian didn’t think anything about the boy’s term. He didn’t seem to agree, but he reacted and laughed. “Is there a courage to call Jiang Wenxu’s boyfriend? This makes the man laugh and play with him. So much, the emotions are not counted."

Ai Ziyu’s glass heart was broken and shredded. He said to himself over and over again, how many mothers have the same name this year. But his subconscious mind is clear that this is probably the truth, and the eyes of ignorance are wet.

Ai Ziqian was very busy, and he greeted the two opposites. No one should say a word and talked about it.

Ai Ziyu sat down and suddenly smashed a few punches on the steering wheel. How can he believe, how can he believe that the person he rarely likes, the person who wants to hurt like a baby, is treated like this in such a dirty emotional transaction.

The hickey on the neck, the high-class apartment, always the family of He Zhishu himself, the sick and groggy will also beg the man not to him.

Ai Ziyu’s distressed image is fried in a pot.

I haven't thought about leaving this disease, not because of money trading, just because this man is too stupid. Ai Ziyu understands very well.