The Ten Years that I Loved You the Most ✔️

Chapter 29

    Jiang Wenxu is indeed busy, saying that he is okay at home to accompany He Zhishu, but in less than a morning he received dozens of large and small phone calls.

    Jiang Wenxu hung up the secretary's phone, stretched out his hand to tighten the neckline of He Zhishu's thick furry pajamas, and then fed a spoonful of porridge: "Warm your stomach, I will lie down with you later."

    He Zhishu Obediently leaned over to eat the porridge, and saw the phone on the table rang again before saying anything.

    Jiang Wenxu put the porridge bowl to get the phone, but his face turned black when he saw the caller ID. He hung up the phone and turned it off for a few minutes, then looked up at He Zhishu with a smile on his face: "It's not good to let you listen to the trivial things in these companies if you say it's good to accompany you."

    He Zhishu has good eyes, but He just pretended not to be a concise and dazzling "sink" that flashed past the caller ID.

    Jiang Wenxu's mood is definitely not good now. In fact, he is so angry that he is intoxicated. In addition to the face of intoxication, Jiang Wenxu's first fancy was his particularly knowledgeable and interesting personality. He has never been playing tricks just because of being left out. No matter when he finds him, he is always happy, smiling a little silly, but looking warmly. Jiang Wenxu was indeed moved, so he was able to stay by his side for two or three years.

    But now I’m getting more and more tired. In France, I knew that it was He Zhishu’s phone and dared to open his mouth to call him. Call this number. Cha Gang? It's crazy, he doesn't look at how many catties he is? I'm afraid I really feel that Jiang Wenxu's heart has weight after a few years, and he has the heart to enter the central palace. Jiang Wenxu didn't care about indulging in intoxication and didn't know where to inquire about the little movements and habits of He Zhishu he learned, and sometimes even indulged in appreciation with a look of nostalgia. But Jiang Wenxu absolutely does not allow him to be drunk doing things that even He Zhishu has never been wayward.

    "Are you going to eat some?" He Zhishu's voice made Jiang Wenxu suddenly reply, still with a soft tone, a little weak and muffled.

    Jiang Wenxu shook his head and fed the remaining half bowl of porridge to He Zhishu: "Where do I want to go? I can have six or seven days of free time after New Year's Day."

    He Zhishu's delicate eyebrows wrinkled, and he tilted his head to look at Jiang Wenxu. She looks like a small milk cat coquettishly trying to rub your trouser legs: "It's so

    tiring to travel." Jiang Wenxu's heart softened, and he was almost poked into a pit. He threw the spoon and rushed to press He Zhishu on the back of the chair and kissed him from the inside out, his mouth was full of the sweetness of millet porridge before he stopped: "Zhishu...Zhishu..." Jiang Wenxu muttered. After muttering it a few times, he suddenly felt that there was so much excitement outside, and it was not He Zhishu that was the most agreeable to go around.

    He Zhishu was a little softened by the kiss, and he was a little confused about what Jiang Wenxu wanted to do. Probably the emperor's addiction is really coming. The Sannomiya and the Sixth Hospitals always get wet with rain and dew, so it takes a quick turn before it's his turn.

    "Jiang Wenxu..." He Zhishu dodged a kiss that Jiang Wenxu should have placed on his lips, his eyes were a little empty,

    "Your mother told me that we were not thirty years old."

    Jiang Wenxu was taken aback, these things are right. Both of them looked like knives, and he didn't know how He Zhishu would suddenly mention it. But he still cajoled casually: "This year you are thirty, and I am thirty-one, won't you survive?"

    He Zhishu's tears came down when he didn't even react. He tightly grasped Jiang Wenxu's shirt, thin. His shoulders trembled terribly, and he said, "Yeah, yeah, I got it through." In order to prove that your mother was wrong, how can you survive the age of thirty...

    He Zhishu is not easy to cry in front of Jiang Wenxu. He is soft-tempered, but he knows the forbearance best. In those years, he has never been red eyes. It is said that Jiang Wenxu has been bullied and cried a lot in bed. He Zhishu knows that Jiang Wenxu has It's a secret s attribute, but he can't satisfy Jiang Wenxu's habit. When he cried Jiang Wenxu, he couldn't get rid of it. Later, Jiang Wenxu became more and more gentle on the bed. After being gentle for a long time, he went wild to other people's bed.

    But just like now, Jiang Wenxu didn't know what He Zhishu was crying, and his heart would be broken when he cried. He didn't know that He Zhishu was crying for the two of them.

    Crying for their fourteen-year relationship to become weaker in the strongest time.

    In high school, Jiang Wenxu gave He Zhishu a note when he was out of school. He asked, "Do you know what it feels like to like someone very much?"

    When he was young, Jiang Wenxu easily did not put the word "love" in the mouth, but he was right. He Zhishu's love is no less than ever.

    He Zhishu held this note in his hand that night and thought about it all night. The last thing that comes to mind is Huang Biyun's sentence—tolerant and silent, not asking, not complaining, and not sad.

    He Zhishu thought about this reply thousands of times in his heart. He has been trying to figure it out for more than ten years, but he has never responded to Jiang Wenxu. It seems that in his heart, love means less for a little bit, and the more you follow Chagang, the faster you lose.

    But in the end it will be lost.

    He Zhishu cried very tired and sleepy. When he finally slept in Jiang Wenxu's arms, Ruoyouruuowu smelled the scent of jasmine 14 years ago.

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