I Won’t Get Drunk With My Nemesis Again

Chapter 22: leave together

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In the bathroom, the faucet automatically turned off the water flow. Jiang Zhao gently shook his wet hands, and pulled out a tissue from the side.

His hands are famously beautiful in the circle, with well-proportioned flesh and bones, slender and slender, with blue blood vessels clearly visible, like the most proud work of a sculptor in his life.

He was once approached by a jewelry brand. In the commercials, he wore jewelry from the brand from his neck to his ankles, but more than half of the shots were focused on his hands.

Jiang Zhao wiped the last drop of water off his fingers, and was just about to throw away the ball of paper in his hand, when suddenly the footsteps of leather shoes came from beside him, which was very clear in the silent bathroom.

He looked up at the glasses, his eyes showing disgust.

It's really haunting.

Han Tingfeng walked up to him, looked at him in the mirror with his head down, and said with a gentle expression, "Xiao Zhao."

Jiang Zhao took off the studs from his ears, and said indifferently, "What are you going to do?"

Han Tingfeng's eyes fell on his earlobe, and he said to him from left to right: "I remember, you didn't have pierced ears before."

"There are so many things I didn't have before." Jiang Zhao sneered, then took out a small box from his pocket, took out a pair of obsidian earrings, and put them on his red and swollen ears.

The earrings he wears today are given by the brand, but he is prone to allergies when he wears new earrings. Every time he leaves the camera, he will immediately change into the ones he often wears. This pair of earrings was a birthday gift from his fan who gave earrings every year. He liked it very much and always carried it with him.

Han Tingfeng nodded: "I saw a lot of earrings at the jewelry show before, and some of them are very suitable for you. I will give them to you next time."

Jiang Zhao threw the used toilet paper ball into the trash can vigorously: "Let me tell you, do you not understand human language?"

Hearing this, Han Tingfeng's eyes shifted from the mirror to the real Jiang Zhao.

His eyes were clear, and his expression was sincere and sad, as if he was extremely humble: "Xiao Zhao, I just want to be friends with you again."

There was silence in the bathroom.

Jiang Zhao thought of that skinny little boy standing in front of him more than ten years ago, showing a shy smile, and asking him if he could be his friend.

After a moment of silence, he raised his head: "Han Tingfeng."

It was the first time since the reunion that Jiang Zhao looked at each other squarely. His gaze swept across the familiar but unfamiliar face inch by inch, and said softly:

"I would rather have never known you twenty years ago."

Before he finished speaking, he left without hesitation, his back indifferent.

And Han Tingfeng stood there, not recovering for a long time.

It wasn't until the sound of talking came from outside the bathroom that Han Tingfeng's figure trembled slightly, and his eyes swept over the two earrings that Jiang Zhao had just placed on the edge of the sink.

He picked up the earring, pinched it on his fingertips, lowered his head suddenly, and kissed the place where the earring touched Jiang Zhao's skin.

In those seemingly innocent eyes, uncontrollable greed and gloom finally poured out. He called hoarsely:

"Xiao Zhao..."

It was only when Jiang Zhao returned to the lounge that he realized that he had left the earrings he had just replaced in the bathroom.

He cursed bad luck, he would never go back to get it again at the risk of meeting Han Tingfeng, so he asked Xiaohu to buy a new pair.

But just as Xiaohu went out, the door of the lounge was pushed open again. Jiang Zhao was scrolling through Weibo, without raising his head, he said, "It's stuck on the table next to it."

"Is this for me to brush casually?"

The man's chuckle came from behind, Jiang Zhao was taken aback, only then did he realize that it was Xiao Siye who entered the door.

"What are you doing here?" Jiang Zhao said.

I don't know if it's because of meeting Han Tingfeng today, but at this time Xiao Si is also much more pleasing to the eye than usual in his eyes.

It may also have something to do with Xiao Siye's makeup today. His hair has been permed, and some gold powder has been sprinkled on the hair. The shirt that was unbuttoned to the neckline did not know when it was opened below the chest, revealing a tight silhouette. Chest lines.

So angry. Jiang Zhao evaluated in his heart.

Xiao Si also sat down on the sofa beside him, and said: "Brother is in a bad mood, as a brother, I am of course here to solve problems."

Jiang Zhao narrowed his eyes: "Aside from embarrassing me, what else can you do?"

Xiao Si also raised the corner of his lips: "Of course."

He took out a car key from his pocket and threw it in Jiang Zhao's direction. Jiang Zhao reached out to catch it and saw the sign clearly: "Motorcycle?"

"Two hundred kilometers to the east of the city from here, there is an off-road motorcycle field," Xiao Si also said, "Dare you?"

No man can refuse the supreme stimulation brought by speed and passion. Jiang Zhao immediately straightened his body, and all the irritability accumulated in his mind was pushed aside, and his eyes lit up:

"Who wouldn't? Go."

He sent a message to Xiaohu and Zuo Xiaoqiu, and then followed Xiao Si and left through the guest passage. When passing by the stage area, Jiang Zhao inevitably saw a dazzling white shadow.

It's just that he noticed that Han Tingfeng's eyes first fell on him, and then fixed on Xiao Siye beside him.

Jiang Zhao was suddenly blessed, and he leaned over to Xiao Siye's side, and said in a low voice, "Play with me."

Without waiting for Xiao Si to respond, he raised his arms and hooked Xiao Siye's neck, and walked forward with his shoulders and backs, and deliberately raised his voice: "I said, I won't give up later. You, be careful!"

Xiao Si was also a little taller than him, so he lowered his head and raised the corners of his lips: "Okay, let's compare at that time."

The two looked very intimate chatting next to each other. Not far away, Han Tingfeng's eyes were as gloomy as water.

It wasn't until he left Han Tingfeng's sight that Jiang Zhao let go of his hand quickly, and distanced himself from Xiao Si: "Thank you."

Xiao Si also asked: "Do you have a problem with him?"

Jiang Zhao replied lazily: "Well, I used to be a child, but then I broke up."

He flirted with everything, obviously not intending to share it with others. Xiao Si also stopped asking: "Let's go, I'll take you to the track."

The off-road motorcycle park in the suburbs of Beijing is located under a barren mountain. It is run by a fat boss in his forties. He obviously knows Xiao Si very well. As soon as he saw Xiao Si, he began to yell: "Ouch, Xiao Si! You finally coming!"

"Just finished work, come to play," Xiao Si also smiled, and pointed to Jiang Zhao who was wearing a mask next to him, "This is my friend, this is the first time I come here, just give him the one in the back of my garage."

The fat boss looked at him in surprise: "This is a relative and friend, even your precious wife is willing to take it out?"

"Your wife?" Jiang Zhao glanced at him.

Xiao Si also laughed: "My favorite one is also suitable for a novice like you. Be careful, if you break it, you will pay me."

Jiang Zhao said disdainfully: "I know, I know, I will pay you a new wife if it breaks. Where is the car?"

The assistant led Jiang Zhao to the garage not far away. Seeing him walking away, the fat boss immediately approached Xiao Siye with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, and handed him one too: "I said, this is really you! friend?"

"Otherwise." Xiao Si also took it, biting his lips.

The fat boss kept saying "tsk tsk tsk" a few times: "It's not right, it's really not right. That's not the one that's most suitable for beginners, Great Actor Xiao, you're so excited."

Xiao Si also lowered his head and lit his cigarette: "Fuck the shit. That's fine, don't worry about extra things, I'll take care of the venue tonight, don't let other people in."

The fat boss smiled, and immediately waved his hand: "Okay! Master Xiao is so proud!"

At the same time, Jiang Zhao looked at the motorcycle in front of him, his heart beating like a drum.

The motorcycle in front of it has a pure black body, with wild but elegant lines, like a group of cheetahs ready to go in the wilderness. Every inch of the design is a perfect combination of art and power.

Jiang Zhao stepped on the motorcycle, and the moment he started the accelerator, the motorcycle roared mightily in the dark night.

In an instant, Jiang Zhao even burst out with excitement in his blood. He knew that as long as he twisted it slightly, he would be able to pierce into the distant night like an arrow from the string together with the beast that could not wait.

"Jiang Zhao."

Xiao Siye's voice came from behind, and before Jiang Zhao could turn around, a pitch-black helmet suddenly fell from the sky, covering his head tightly inside.

Warm fingers rubbed against Jiang Zhao's chin, tightening the strap of his helmet. Jiang Zhao was taken aback for a moment, and Xiao Si also brought his arms together from behind, as if hugging him into his arms.

He heard Xiao Si's low and magnetic voice, lightly falling in his ears:

"Riding a motorcycle without wearing a helmet... will result in a fine of two hundred."

The author has something to say:

Xiao Yingdi, a man who is always breaking the sense of atmosphere = =

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!