The Last Love

CHAPTER 24

The hotpot restaurant and Zeus were very close, and the driver went out two blocks around the North Town, turning into a hidden alley.
Only to see the Du Ji hot pot sign hanging outside the second floor can be seen that there is a year, although it is midnight, but the diners are still endless, should be a genuine old brand.
Han Jiangque was obviously very familiar with the boss, and just said hello and put the ingredients in the environmental protection bag to the back kitchen to deal with.
They ordered the Mandarin duck pot, and then added duck blood, beef tongue and hair belly in addition to Wen Ke's own
preparation. The ingredients are particularly fresh, and the bottom of the pot is spicy enough.
But perhaps because the hot pot restaurant business is too good, the surrounding people are very noisy, and the speech across a table must be raised to the opposite side to hear.
And Han Jiangque originally had few words, and since the environment was not suitable at this time, he was even more silent.
Wen Ke drank another bottle of cold beer, and his whole face was flushed.

He had never drunk so much alcohol in one night before, and perhaps the excess alcohol had made his heart pound.
Before leaving, Wen Ke originally wanted to check out, but the boss smiled and said, "No, the old rules, the book keeping is on."

When he said this, he also asked Han Jiangque by the way: "It is rare to see you bring other friends to eat supper, xiao Yu did not come today?"
"Well, didn't come." Han Jiang Que nodded.
Of course, Wen Ke didn't know who Xiao Yu was, but he vaguely felt that it should be the Omega he had just seen in the bar.
The owner of the hot pot restaurant is familiar with Han Jiangque and the person named Xiao Yu, but he is not familiar with him, so it is natural to call him "other friends".

The Chinese language is very subtle, and the word "other" is a little sad to hear.
When the two people stood on the side of the road together, perhaps they were extremely excited, and Wen Ke's mood was inexplicably lost.
The time that stood between the two was ten years.
It's too long. Ten years is enough time for him to get married and then divorce; enough for Xu Jiale to find true love, and then burn out love in marriage with true love, and then fight for custody; in this decade, what Han Jiangque is doing, who he meets, he is not involved.


It was this sense of uncatchable emptiness that made him feel lost.
Therefore, he wanted to talk to Han Jiangque and say a lot of things, but he didn't even know where to start, what to say next, the more time passed minute by minute, the more he thought about it, the more anxious he became.
If only this moment could be extended infinitely, infinitely forever.
"Wen Ke," Han Jiang que spoke, "did you come by car?"


"Ah... Yes, yes. Wen Ke thought about it for a moment before replying slowly, everything was too chaotic today, he himself forgot the car he drove, but after drinking so much wine, he couldn't drive back no matter what.
"Well, you give me the car keys, and I'll drive you back tomorrow."
Han Jiang Que's voice was very low, and when he arranged things so crisply, he suddenly showed a mature appearance, even if it was only such a small detail, it made people feel very
safe.

"Okay." Wen Ke nodded obediently.
He took out the car keys and handed them to Han Jiangque, and at that moment he suddenly thought, is tonight going to be separated?
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Although there is still tomorrow, I really don't want to be separated.

At the same time that Han Jiangque took the key, Shunshi took Wen Ke's hand again.
He didn't look at Wen Ke, but just faced the road and was silent for a while before continuing: "Wen Ke, I will send you home."
"Good," Wen Ke suddenly became happy.
He was like a fool, between the excitement and the thought of loss, he lost all his logic, only to shake Han Jiangque's hand and say again: "Good."
When sitting in a taxi, the distance that used to take twenty or thirty minutes felt surprisingly short, as if it was a blink of an eye to sega.
Han Jiangque sent Wen Ke all the way from the gate to Building B, and then to the hall on the first floor, until he stood at the elevator door, there was really no room to go any further, and he still held Wen Ke's hand and did not let go.

"You..."


"Wen..." The two men spoke at the same time, and they paused for the same second.


"I... You, you say first. Wen Ke said hurriedly.
Between the words, a "ding" sound.
The elevator door opened in front of them, and Wen Ke did not take a step, but pressed the elevator button outside, and then turned his head to look at Han Jiangque.

Han Jiangque's dark eyes looked at him intently, and he was silent for several seconds before he slowly let go of his hand.
"WenKe, good night."


"Night."
Wen Ke walked into the elevator and also looked at Han Jiangque and said this.
Until the elevator door gradually closed in front of him, isolating Han Jiangque's tall figure from the outside.
He just stared at the elevator door and never reached for the floor.
He was still wearing Han Jiangque's suit, and tonight he had been wrapped in S-class pheromones, so even in the weak period of pheromones, he only felt slightly weak until now, but he did not feel any sharp pain in the genital cavity, but he was still a little sad.
Is this the mood of being in love?
Strange and sour.
Obviously, they would still meet the next day, but it was still so uncomfortable that he didn't want to be separated from Han Jiangque for even half a second.
Although they have reached the age of almost three, so they have been subconsciously restraining themselves, but the feeling of the teenager hidden in their hearts seems to have recovered overnight.
Childish, clingy, reluctant to Han Jiangque himself, just stupidly stood in the elevator.

Wait......
Han Jiangque's suit!
Wen Ke pressed the door opening button several times.
He was waiting to rush out of the elevator to chase him out, but when the elevator door slowly opened, he suddenly found that Han Jiangque was still standing where he was.
Han Jiangque had not left yet.
This realization made Wen Ke tremble almost completely.

He had wanted to say that he would return the suit, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he could not control himself.
Because the moment the eyes looked at each other, I found that the eyes of the two people were so similar - separated for a second, and they began to miss.


"Han Jiangque, will you, will you go back tonight?" He trembled and murmured, "I miss you."
Han Jiangque didn't say anything and stepped into the elevator.
Wen Ke felt a lightness in his body, only to find that he had been picked up.
Han Jiang Que held his ass against the wall and kissed him deeply over the side of his
face. He was familiar with it this time, and the tip of his tongue pressed into Wen Ke's lips, unceremoniously attacking his own territory.
Wen Ke's body softened, and he tried to extend his hand and pressed down the floor, before he half-closed his eyes.
All the way up the elevator, they were kissing non-stop.

There was surveillance in the elevator, but thankfully kissing wasn't a bad thing, just a little
embarrassed.
The elevator opened and they were still kissing.

Han Jiangque had been holding him, Wen Ke had to wrap his legs around Han Jiangque's waist, they kissed, Wen Ke took advantage of the gap, and hurriedly took out the key from his pocket to open the door.
The two men recklessly crashed into the room, and then Han Jiang que almost pressed Wen Ke to the sofa, kissing each other indiscriminately.
Wen Ke caressed Han Jiangque's face, and his heart fluttered wildly--in the shadows of light and darkness, this face was easy to see to an incredible extent, with sharp sword eyebrows and deep eyes, because of the rendering of desire, the expression between the eyebrows was almost fierce.


It was like a young dream suddenly came.
To this day, he still has a feeling of distortion.
Suddenly, the dark living room suddenly lit up.
Wen Ke was startled and couldn't help but raise his body, and Han Jiang que also turned his head.


"Fuck."
Xu Jiale walked out of the living room bathroom with an electric toothbrush and had to stare at them with his eyes wide open because he didn't wear glasses.

His expression can be said to be very wonderful - from being surprised, to waking up like a dream, to gradually pretending that nothing happened, a series of changes are even very natural.
"I didn't see anything."

Xu Jiale finally calmly footnoted this scene, and then snapped off the living room light again.
Disturbed by Xu Jiale like this, Wen Ke's entire face was about to burn.
He really had never been so out of line, he was gentle and boring, this was all said by Zhuo Yuan, although it was not a good word, but it summed up his previous life.
He never thought that he would one day be caught by his old friend and make love to Han Jiang que on the sofa.
He suddenly woke up from Fang Cai's passion, almost jumped up from the sofa, and said to Han Jiangque with a red face: "I, I will prepare something for you to wash."
Han Jiang Que pursed his lips downwards with some displeasure, but did not say anything more.

......
Wen Ke really became a giraffe with springs.

He was no doubt excited, and although he tried to suppress his emotions, the bouncing motion in the room could not be concealed.

He first carefully hung up Han Jiangque's suit, and then quickly prepared something for Han Jiangque to spend the night. From the guest guard, he found the toiletries to be prepared for the guests, and picked out a dark blue toothbrush and glass cup for Han Jiangque from inside; the extra bath towel was used by Xu Jiale, so he could only find a soft white towel for Han Jiangque first, and he was a little embarrassed to advise: "The bath towel will use mine first...

I also use my cleanser, toner, and razor, and I'll go out tomorrow during the day to buy you a new one.
Han Jiang que obviously didn't care about these things, and answered boredly.


Wen Ke was halfway through the work, and then he thought of something, hurriedly ran to the kitchen refrigerator to boil water and brewed a small half cup of black tea, and then mixed it with half a cup of ice milk, and simply made a cup of milk tea.


"Taste." Wen Ke handed the warm cup to Han Jiangque with some anticipation.

"Sweet." Han Jiang Que frowned unceremoniously and pushed the cup back again.
"Then, then next time put more black
tea." Wen Ke took two sips of his own drink, and then said, "Mainly because I am afraid that I will put too much tea before going to bed, and you will not be able to sleep."

"I'm going to take a shower."
Han Jiangque picked up the toiletries prepared by Wen Ke, and he did not enter the bathroom in the living room, but went straight into the bathroom inside Wen Ke's master bedroom.

"Okay." Wen Ke followed up, and then realized that he had almost followed the shower, and quickly withdrew again, saying, "Then I will put my pajamas outside for you." When Han Jiang que was taking a bath, Wen Ke was still busy, and he was seizing the time to clean up the bedroom.
Sega's house had only two bedrooms, one of which was occupied by Xu Jiale, and Han Jiangque would of course sleep with him.
He took an extra quilt from the storage room and put it on the right side of the bed, and then gently patted the bed and the quilt again so that it could sleep more fluffily.
After that, I didn't forget to take a small succulent from the living room and put it on the nightstand on the right.
When it was all ready, he finally exhaled and sat down on the bed.
In the past, Han Jiangque often came to his house to play, and sometimes he would stay and use him for everything.

Every time Han Jiang Que came, although his family was not rich, he would do his best to prepare the best.
In the summer, I went downstairs to make a large bowl of ten yuan of cold noodles, added beef, added kimchi, and then used ice water to cool, until Han Jiangque came, and the two people ate
together.
They would study together, get tired of learning, and at night they would lie on Wen Ke's bed together to watch martial arts. Han Jiangque's reading was simply frighteningly slow, and Wen Ke generally had to wait for half a day to wait for Han Jiangque to turn the page after reading a page, and when he waited, he quietly looked at Han Jiangque's face -- the sweltering night wind blew in through the window, stirring up a strand of the teenager's dark hair, and his heart seemed to float up.


In the first year of high school, those Alpha in the class gave Han Jiangque a nickname called "Little Princess", and from time to time he would call princess Han Princess Han.
Han Jiangque didn't like others to call him that, and it was only natural that no Alpha would want to be called that.
So Wen Ke never said this.
But sometimes, he felt that he didn't care what the world thought of Alpha, he could think of Han Jiangque as his princess.
He surrounded Han Jiangque and spoiled Han Jiangque.
Unconscious, but willing.
Later, after marrying Zhuo Yuan, sometimes Zhuo Yuan would intentionally or unintentionally mention Han Jiangque, and said to him with a hint of sarcasm and a hint of nostalgia in his tone: "Xiao Ke, you are not as good to me as you were to Han Jiangque before." He was really frustrated. not.
He had made every effort to remember Zhuo Yuan's preferences, remember Zhuo Yuan's tastes, and live according to Zhuo Yuan's ideas, but that Zhuo Yuan still felt that it was not enough.

Until now, he seems to have finally understood.

Zhuo Yuan was once the alpha who marked him, relying on such cognition and such connection, he could only take care of Zhuo Yuan like he treated his homework and duties.

But how different Han Jiang que was.
He was happy in front of Han Jiangque, happy dancing clumsily, happy holding hands, happy kissing, even if it was just around Han Jiangque, he felt satisfied.

In this world, everyone has decided how rare the AO mark is.
But Wen Ke suddenly thought that the mark was really not so rare.
Unique is Han Jiangque.

It was the one who could spring him up and tie him a bow.