The Last Love

CHAPTER 63

On the way back, Wen Ke and Han Jiangque didn't say anything.
In fact, this is not a quarrel and anger, Wen Ke just feels a kind of exhaustion that cannot be said, and Han Jiangque is bored to
drive. However, once the two people enter this anxious state, it seems that they naturally form a strange inertia that neither of them opens their mouths first.
After returning home, Wen Ke felt that his physical and mental state was very poor, so he shrunk into the bed
alone.
Although he had his eyes closed, he couldn't sleep at all, his mind was a mess, in fact, he didn't know what he was thinking, so he lay in a
fog.
Han Jiangque didn't push open the bedroom door until the evening, and then gently lifted Wen Ke's quilt into a
corner.
"Wen Ke, can you have something to
eat?"
Wen Ke opened her eyes and saw Alpha holding a small bowl of soup and sitting on the edge of the bed watching
him. There was no light in the room, and they



seemed to be caught in a very viscous, thick darkness--Wen Ke stood up and tried to speak, but his voice was hoarse.


Han Jiangque wrapped one hand around him in his arms, then scooped a spoonful of soup, and then blew it twice before feeding
him.
Wen Ke immediately found that it was the white fruit pork belly soup made of the Cantonese-style soup that he particularly liked to eat, and the rich soup was sprinkled with a little pepper noodles, which was particularly
fragrant. If it is usual, he must be drinking to death.
But today, I really didn't have any appetite, and I even smelled the smell and was a little sick to my stomach, so after taking a sip, I had to twist my head and push the bowl away slightly.
"I, I can't



eat..." Wen Ke said with difficulty.


Han Jiang Que was silent for a while and whispered, "Or do you want to eat something else, I'll go buy it for
you?"
"I really can't eat

it." Wen Ke shook his head uncomfortably.
"You don't eat anything at noon, you must eat something at night, otherwise your stomach will be hungry."
Han Jiang paused, then his voice became quieter and quieter, and at the end, he was almost unheard: "Eat something... Okay, brother.
Wen Ke raised his head and looked at Han Jiang Que sheepishly.


The very quiet "brother" is not so much a spoiler as a plea for forgiveness.

Han Jiangque's dark and beautiful eyes looked at him without blinking, and there was pleading and a faint hint of helplessness in
them.
Since his high school days, he and Han Jiangque have never had a cold war, and even quarreled very
little.
The young Han Jiangque's temper was very stubborn and he spoke directly, but in any case, at that time, it was his ass that followed behind to
coax. Even as a friend, he had always



been the one who took the initiative to please - but now, they had become the closest lovers, and Han Jiangque, who had been so loved and loved by him, showed such a cautious look.






Sometimes, it seems that only when facing the person who loves him the most will he understand how incomparable power he holds - the same contradiction, Zhuo Yuan can have a hundred means to deal with him, can ignore him, can be perfunctory, can turn away indifferently;
But Han Jiangque didn't have any of them. <
Han Jiang Que was unreserved in front of
him.
Therefore, he could absolutely and strongly control Han Jiangque's mood, heaven or hell, both in his thoughts.

Wen Ke's heart was immediately filled with some kind of sour emotion, and he reached out and hugged Han Jiangque tightly, and then kissed Alpha's forehead one by
one.
"I'm sorry," he took a deep breath and leaned his face against Han Jiangque's chest, "I'm in such a bad mood, and I don't know how to describe
it... Sorry, sorry. He



was really depressed, and the thought of making Han Jiangque



sad was even more depressed--he was almost thirty years old, but he still couldn't achieve anything in his career.
He wanted to manage his feelings well, and he wanted to hold Han Jiangque in the palm of his hand for the rest of his life, but he still couldn't cope with these bits and pieces of hardships in
life. "I'm fine, I'm



just..." Han Jiangque gently stroked Wen Ke's hair, "I just don't want you to work hard, and I don't want you to be in any danger."

"I



know." Wen Ke nodded and murmured, "Han Jiangque, I am really confused. I want the last love to succeed so much that I've come this far, but I have to stop – I really can't help it. For so many years, I rarely insisted on anything for myself, so weak and weak, ten years, in the blink of an eye, passed, it seemed to be very numb to come over, but now that I look back, I feel too terrible. I regret the past too much, I have always been a person without self, which is why I have lived so worthlessly. If you can stick to yourself earlier, is your life not like this? <
Han Jiangque did not

speak.
Whenever such a moment came, he deeply felt his own powerlessness and clumsiness, and he wanted to understand the pains and entanglements in Wen Ke's life, but it seemed to be beyond the scope of his interpretation, and he could not even say a mature exhortation.

"Han Jiangque, what about
you... Will you have such a time? What if I said, I'm afraid you're in danger, so I don't want you to box? Will you be confused? I knew things weren't the same at all, but I did... I can't think of any other example.
Han Jiang Que looked down at Wen Ke, he was silent for a moment, but it didn't seem to be out of hesitation, a trace of bleak emotion crossed his dark eyes, and then he said very calmly: "Xiao Ke, you are the first person I fell in love with, and the only person I fell in love with - if you say you are worried, I will definitely not fight

again." In fact, whether it's boxing or anything else, my answer is the same. "I'm



like this... Is it also a person without an ego?
He said this, perhaps because he knew the answer, so out of humility, but also out of self-deprecation, he laughed very shallowly.


He certainly counts as the kind of person who has no self in
love.
Not just boxing, he can also abandon ten years of friendship, throw away more and more things, in the eyes of outsiders, what kind of person he has to
be.
He held out hopelessly for ten years, knowing that there was no result, and stayed where he was, not wanting to move
forward.
If you only talk about yourself, in fact, the person he is most sorry for is himself.

Wen Ke froze at once, obviously it was his own question, but for a moment he didn't know how to
respond. <
That night, Wen Ke could hardly sleep all
night.
Almost for the first time, he felt a feeling of not daring to touch his
heart.
He suddenly wondered if he had really changed over the
years.
When he was in high school, he treated Han Jiangque single-mindedly and indomitablely, and when he faced a group of who pressed Han Jiangque under his body to protect him, he didn't even think about whether he would be killed.

What was the state of mind like at that
time?
Thinking of his youth, Wen Ke almost had to clench his teeth to hold back the tears.

Han Jiangque can still love him to the point of losing himself.

But can
he?
This decade of life has changed
him.
Although he was only two years older than Han Jiangque, at that moment, he was like a middle-aged man who had experienced several ups and downs in society, and he looked back tiredly at the clear and innocent teenager Han Jiangque.


......
Early the next morning, Fu Xiaoyu came with a lot of
information.
Han Jiangque obviously wanted to let Wen Ke rest a little, but he didn't want to argue with Wen Ke anymore, so in the end he didn't say anything more, but went downstairs to buy them
breakfast.
Fu Xiaoyu had always focused all his attention on his work, so he didn't pay much attention to wen ke and Han Jiangque's mood was not very good, and immediately began to practice with Wen ke and meet with Lan Yu when the presentation
draft.

"No."
"Your tone and expression are too hesitant, you are trying to convince the other side that your proposal is valuable, tough, and
confident."
"Do it all over again, or
not."
Wen Ke was obviously not in a good state, and the first half had already been interrupted several times by Fu
Xiaoyu.
"Wen Ke, what happened to you today?"

Fu Xiaoyu's expression was a little
harsh.
The official meeting was only five days later, the time was actually more pressing, and he was extremely demanding of all the projects he handled, and now Wen Ke's performance obviously made him very
dissatisfied.


"I..."

Wen Ke hesitated to put the document on the table, and suddenly said very softly: "Fu Xiaoyu, shall we go to the balcony
to talk?" "