The Ten Years that I Loved You the Most ✔️

Chapter 53

Jiang Wenxu hasn't slept peacefully for a few days. He always misses someone in his heart. Jiang Wenxu was in pain. From the day he came out of the hospital until now, Jiang Wenxu refused to accept the facts. He was afraid that something would happen to He Zhishu, and would rather the pain fall on him.

    But he couldn't even find He Zhishu. When he found Ai Ziqian, he thought his partner was a sensible one. He didn't expect that the man was pretending to be crazy and silly, and his attitude was to protect his brother to the end. . Jiang Wenxu was furious, and he fought head-on with others these days.

    Jiang Wenxu fell asleep on his desk that day. He was too tired, physically and mentally exhausted. In a very uncomfortable sleeping position, Jiang Wenxu didn't sleep soundly. It seemed that his body was still in contact with the outside world, but his mind began to dream groggy.

    That dream is very real. Jiang Wenxu felt in a daze that he was still in a high school class, which was a chemistry class. The teacher said that he was sleepy. The last sight he saw when he fell asleep on the table was the teenager sitting next to him. Gentle and pure.

    "Zhishu..." Jiang Wenxu faintly heard someone crying, but when he woke up, he touched his cheek with clammy liquid without warning. He lay down at the desk and did not move, his eyelashes drooped twice, and his voice was so low that he felt a bit of choking. He said: "He Zhishu, you come back, you can do whatever you want..." Cats and puppies are good, as long as they can be raised at home, no matter how busy they are at work, they will go home to hug and kiss him at night. He Zhishu is left with a whole heart that no one can take away.

    Jiang Wenxu drove home late at night because there was the smell of He Zhishu at home. It could not be said that it was the book scent of ink or the quiet sandalwood scent. There was no sense of aggression. Like that person, he felt weak after being in contact for a long time, but suddenly disappeared. At that time, I was as unsatisfied as a drug addiction.

    Jiang Wenxu was in a bad mood today. Part of the money he embezzled was the company's working capital. The board of directors was already dissatisfied, but fortunately, he had been in power for a long time and there was no big storm.

    When the elevator door opened, he saw a small group of people sitting curled up in the dark at his door. Jiang Wenxu's heart jumped. He suddenly remembered that he had shut He Zhishu out of the door more than two months ago. He was probably of such a thin figure. He must be sad and disappointed in silence. He didn't dare to fight and didn't have the courage to act coquettishly.

    Jiang Wenxu was a little flustered, his heart was bitten by small insects, and his heart was full of guilt and regret. He was so nervous that he didn't dare to take a step, and he couldn't control it, thinking, is his Zhishu back?

    "Brother Jiang..." The voice was deliberately softened, with a muffled sound, full of flattery and pleading.

    Jiang Wenxu's eyes were dark, as if he was given a stick head on. He didn't move there, and finally healed the coldness of his blood: "What are you doing?"

    "You fucking have a face?!" Jiang Wenxu had no warning. He shouted out loud, his eyes flushed and he walked over to the intoxication step by step: "Do you know how many times I have thought about ruining you?"

    Jiang Wenxu's voice is cold: "I thought about finding someone to turn you, and then scratching your face. , So that you can only pick up the most inferior guests, let you be fucked by men day and night, when you get sick or die." When he said this, there were no mood swings, calm, but You will never doubt the authenticity of what he said.

    Jiang Wenxu laughed suddenly, especially taunting, and then slapped himself without warning: "But, I am not qualified!" He is not

    even qualified to punish someone who has hurt his dear , because the culprit has never been No one else.

    Intoxicated and stumbled, he rushed to hold Jiang Wenxu's waist, but was kicked away. The intoxicated back slammed into the door, and it seemed that these pains were not as painful as the wounds in my heart: "Brother Jiang, don't leave me, I know I was wrong..." The intoxicated face was difficult to draw and beautiful, pale and small. When his face choked, it was weak and distressing: "Let's do the same as before...I can do

    whatever you want, and I will never want to replace someone who shouldn't be replaced..." Jiang Wenxu's color is gloomy and uncomfortable. Described: "You get out of here right away, don't say such disgusting words at my door." Jiang Wenxu didn't want to listen, disgusting, disgusting, intoxicated and stubborn, and disgusted with the indulgence he once enjoyed.

    Drunk and didn't say anything, just crying, tears almost running into pearls. It took him a long time to relax his breath: "... Jiang Wenxu, I really like you."

    I like it very much. I don't know why I like it so much. Even if this man treats him tenderly for less time, even if others treat him for nothing more than fun. It is no longer tears to be drunk and crying, the drops are blood. His expression is empty, and the color room is as timid as a child: "...I didn't mean to take your ring... Brother Jiang, don't be angry... Brother Jiang, you said you gave me the house, but I never had the name. Go and change, the money you gave me is never passive on that card. I don’t want to be taken care of by you..." The

    intoxicated cry was too heavy, making people feel depressed and panicked: "I know you have People I like, but always thinking...always thinking that you will not be worse than anyone...Don't hate me...I am...really not bad..."

    Jiang Wenxu's fingers trembled suddenly, and he understood the deep love. The pain in the place. He Zhishu in the past, intoxicated now, Jiang Wenxu in the future.

    "Let's go." Jiang Wenxu sighed, and I'll talk about it later when I'm busy for a few days.

    Intoxicated eyes brightened, and the child smiled like a small tiger tooth: "Okay! Jiang, I will look for you later, goodbye."

    Intoxicated and left obediently, he actually made everything clear.

    He walked aimlessly, but Chi didn't know. The red light at the crossroads failed, and a black Maserati galloped in with a loud noise.

    The blood stained the road.

    A life, in the eyes of unrelated people, is just a small page in the newspaper the next day.

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