The Ten Years that I Loved You the Most ✔️

Chapter 37

It may be that He Zhishu's expression is too cold, and Jiang Wenxu who wants to apologize and turn the page of the matter early can't help but feel a little annoyed. He remembered that He Zhishu was so coaxing, and he had that kind of gentle character, as long as he was willing to apologize, everything was easy to say.

    But not this time.

    It's not that this time He Zhishu looked so cold and strong that he couldn't listen to persuasion, he was even wronged so much that he didn't even get angry. But what's the difference? He Zhishu didn't have the habitual smile when he saw Jiang Wenxu, his cheeks were so thin that he completely lost his dimples, even his eyes were dark and sad.

    "...Brother, there are some situations outside that cannot be pushed away. You know in the past few years that you ran with me. Sometimes money and sex transactions are inseparable. Even if you don't like it anymore, you always have to save some face for your boss." Jiang Wenxu I don’t want to pick these things up to He Zhishu. For one thing, he doesn’t know how much He Zhishu heard from, and he said so much wrong. Secondly, he really doesn’t have a clear conscience. When he thought he was playing seamlessly. I don't think that once I have to say it to the person who really cares about it, I feel uncomfortable.

    "In the past two years, the business has become bigger and bigger, and my brother is getting busier and busier. I know that your grievances have left you out, but there is no way. Shopping malls are like battlefields. I can’t bear your grievances. It’s okay if I’m tired. I just think about when I’ve saved enough money to take you directly abroad...It doesn’t matter where I go, I just need to get married. It saves you a little fool who is thinking about the gains and losses all day long." Jiang Wenxu took over. Passing the shoulders of He Zhishu, the truth is mixed, and I actually have some tender thoughts. He finally couldn't help but think about it, these are indeed his thoughts when he was young. Xiangpinjin tried his best to give He Zhishu a bright and fair future.

    Jiang Wenxu couldn't help laughing. He is not very young anymore. When he smiles sincerely, there are fine lines on the corners of his eyes, but it is more introverted and gentle that young people don't have on him.

    He Zhishu felt more desolate than any time. When he went to the hospital to check and get the test sheet by himself, when the pain of chemotherapy was not enough, when he was alone at home and burned for a whole day, to what extent has the various pains been? He Zhishu can't describe it, but he clearly knows that this must not be covered by the word "grief". Grievance is a complaint about being coquettish to those who are willing to feel sorry for themselves. It's definitely not as embarrassed as he is, comforting his sadness by himself.

    There is no one who loves you, what right do you have to be wronged?

    He Zhishu didn't want to listen to Jiang Wenxu's sweet words hidden by Leng Jian and Dark Front. However, he wanted to ask for a forgiveness in exchange for the peace of mind after hurting others, and then he continued to be gentle and affectionate as before. He was still able to refuse the "invitation" of the owner.

    nausea.

    He Zhishu broke away from Jiang Wenxu's arms, he stood up and went to the ground with the pain.

    "Zhishu, stop making trouble." Jiang Wenxu grasped He Zhishu's wrist.

    He Zhishu turned his head abruptly. He stared at Jiang Wenxu's eyes. He didn't want to say a word that hurts in his mouth. Is he making trouble? What's the matter? What's the matter? This man can't stand the trouble anymore?

    Jiang Wenxu was stung by He Zhishu's cold and sharp eyes, but he still didn't let go of the hand holding He Zhishu's wrist: "Zhishu, I know I was impulsive last night. You can beat and scold me. I'm willing to explain any explanation I want. Be good, don't let my brother panic."

    "I have a body like me, I can't beat you?" He Zhishu's voice was hoarse, and he had to work very slowly to bite every word: "I have a tongue like me. I can't utter the words clearly. I scold you. Could you explain?"

    He Zhishu couldn't help coughing again, his face worsening. He didn't waste much time, Jiang Wenxu let go and he went into the bathroom with difficulty.

    Jiang Wenxu rubbed his temples and said nothing. I could only go out of the bedroom and go to the kitchen to heat up the porridge, and then go to the balcony to smoke half a pack of cigarettes. Jiang Wenxu didn’t know what to do. It’s the first time his Zhishu was so angry, maybe... it’s the sad and wronged

    people who have accumulated for a long time. Once the foolproof self-righteousness is broken, the former indifferent and indifferent are all No more, eagerly trying to remedy the way, extremely annoyed by the previous actions.

    When He Zhishu came out of the bathroom, Jiang Wenxu had already put out his cigarette, and the tall man walked into the kitchen silently to serve his meal, looking slumped like a wolf dog being beaten and scolded for no reason by his owner.

    He Zhishu lowered his head. He wanted to cry, so he told himself over and over again that they were all fakes. What could be worthy of nostalgia about fakes? When I leave, there will be another person sitting here. But he still hates Jiang Wenxu. He will be totally unrecognizable tomorrow morning, but he still has to try to fight the fire with his moths on the face of the teenager more than ten years ago, and even the thought of leaving the whole soul will tear it as painful.

    "It's a little bit cooler before eating, or the mouth hurts more." Jiang Wenxu gently stirred the thick porridge in the bowl, smelling very fragrant: "Sure enough, I am still best at making porridge."

    Naturally there was no response, Jiang Wenxu smiled.

    Answering to himself : "Okay...maybe because cooking porridge is the easiest." Jiang Wenxu wanted to feed He Zhishu, but was rejected. He didn't care too much, he only supported his chin and read He Zhishu intently.

    This old man is really good-looking, and his deep eyes are especially flirty when he looks at people affectionately.

    He Zhishu knew very well, so he didn't look up.

    He didn't eat much, it was too painful for his mouth, and it hurts terribly with a little bit of it, and he didn't have any appetite. He didn't even have a small bowl to eat.

    Jiang Wenxu felt distressed, and did not persuade He Zhishu to eat more. So he got up and took He Zhishu's hand: "I'll put some medicine on you, it's better and quicker."

    He Zhishu didn't have the energy to reject a man with a dead skinny face, and was led to sit down by the sofa.

    Jiang Wenxu took the medicine and gently squeezed He Zhishu’s cheek. The low-pitched male voice was so gentle that he would drown people: "Goodbye, open your mouth."

    Sure enough, he was seriously injured . Jiang Wenxu patronized and left when Jing Wen dealt with it last night. A closer look today is even more shocking. There are dozens of white and broken wounds on the inner wall of the bright red mouth, and the bite marks on the tongue are deep, and there are still tooth marks. Is this trying to bite his tongue and commit suicide or something?

    "You're really cruel to yourself." Jiang Wenxu frowned, and he couldn't apply the ointment to He Zhishu lightly.

    He Zhishu felt the strange smell of medicine in his mouth, and the bitterness in his heart. He thought--

    Jiang Wenxu, you are even more cruel to me.

    It's time to abuse three children to

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