Jiang Zhao opened his eyes from his sleep.
He sat up from the sofa and rubbed his face: "Grass."
Why did I dream about those shitty things back then.
That night, of course he was not captured by Han Tingfeng. This idiot probably took the medicine for the first time, and the dose was too small. When he was lying on the hotel bed, he had almost regained his strength.
So he beat Han Tingfeng to death, lifted the tables, chairs and stools of the hotel, and even shattered the vase in the corner of the room.
After that, he blocked all of Han Tingfeng's contact information and never saw him again. Later, when he heard that Han Tingfeng had gone abroad and immigrated abroad, he reluctantly let this matter go.
Even though he is gay, the friends who grew up with him actually thought of him this way and tried to rape him.
— This is too fucking disgusting.
For Jiang Zhao, this incident was not only disgusting, but also a betrayal that made him feel very shameful. So he didn't tell anyone about it, including his parents.
However, ten years later, when Jiang Zhao was about to cut this person out of his life, Han Tingfeng actually came back.
Jiang Zhao frowned and picked up the phone, and when he opened the screen, he saw a message from Xiao Si: "You don't blame me, do you?"
There is also an aggrieved cat expression.
Inexplicably, Jiang Zhao wanted to smile a little, curled the corners of his lips slightly, and replied, "Good job."
A few seconds later, Xiao Si also gave him a thumbs up.
Jiang Zhao posted an emoji of a big brother with a little brother: Come on, kill him.jpg;
Xiao Si also understood: Received, Ah sir.jpg;
After throwing emoticons at each other back and forth, Jiang Zhao lowered his head and smiled for a long time, and his mood improved a lot.
Nothing happened today, thinking that Han Tingfeng and Xiao Si were also in the hospital, he simply ran to his work and went to visit his father in the evening.
Jiang Zhao's studio is located in an office building in the business district of the capital. There are three floors up and down, and there are separate passenger elevators leading to these three floors. He is not a person who likes to do business, and opening this studio is just incidental to his main business.
Therefore, there are very few people signing in the studio, and they are basically the juniors he is more optimistic about. They are familiar with him, and they call each other brother all day long, like his own younger brothers and sisters.
The studio includes a gym, meeting room, dance studio, and more. He skillfully walked to his office, just passing by the door of the dance practice room, where two girls who were stretching their legs saw him and greeted him excitedly: "Brother Jiang!"
Jiang Zhao nodded: "Come on and practice, Ran Ran, Qi Qi."
The two girls nodded with a grin and began to stretch their bodies again.
Just as Jiang Zhao was about to continue walking, the cell phone in his pocket rang.
He paused and connected: "Hello?"
"He just left." Xiao Siye's voice was distorted and even more magnetic on the phone, "Are you coming to the hospital today?"
Jiang Zhao raised his eyebrows: "He left, and you left too?"
Xiao Si also chuckled: "No, I've been in the hospital all morning. Since you want to build a good impression, then follow through to the end."
Jiang Zhao was amazed: "Very dedicated, the boss is very satisfied. But I'm in the studio now, I'll go there in the afternoon."
Before Xiao Si could speak, he went on to say, "Oh yes, the conditions you mentioned before are counted twice now. What do you want?"
He's not some kind of jerk who squeezes employees. Since he has agreed on the conditions, he will definitely fulfill them.
Xiao Si also paused, and said, "Give me a day first, let me think about it."
Jiang Zhao clicked his tongue: "Then you'd better hurry up, I don't have much patience."
"No problem," Xiao Si also smiled, "I won't make things difficult for you."
Jiang Zhao: "How can you make things difficult for me?"
Xiao Si also deliberately said: "Not necessarily, boss, maybe there are things you can't promise?"
Jiang Zhao snorted coldly: "Even if you want to sit shoulder to shoulder with the sun in a rocket, I'll contact the aviation bureau for you, okay?"
Xiao Si was also silent for two seconds, and smiled lightly: "Okay."
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Zhao walked to the office.
And as soon as he left, the two girls in the dance practice room started whispering: "Tell me, who is Brother Jiang calling?"
"I can't hear it, but Brother Jiang's tone sounds a little happy?"
"Oh my god, could it be... Brother Jiang is in love?!"
Ran Ran's eyes widened, she tried to recall for a while, and murmured, "Yes, Brother Jiang usually hates talking on the phone, but I haven't seen him bothering me for almost ten minutes just now."
"I don't know who is so lucky, woohoo," Qi Qi looked like she was about to cry, "My CP won't be, right?"
Ran Ran was puzzled: "Which pair?"
Qi Qi looked around, and then opened a super chat like a thief: "That's right, the boss and..."
Ran Ran was silent for a moment: "But, isn't this the boss's opponent?"
Qi Qi whimpered and shook her: "But they are really good at eating! Look! The seniors and juniors from the same school, the two youngest movie stars before and after the film industry, fans pull each other every day, everyone thinks they are missing When they were kings...they actually lived together in private! They ate together! They even raised the same cat!!"
As she spoke, she found a blue-eyed puppet that Jiang Zhao posted on Weibo not long ago, and the little puppet that Xiao Si also posted on Weibo last year: "Look! This is obviously a cat! Hey, so sweet !"
Ran Ran: "But the puppets seem to all look about the same."
Qi Qi: "Then you watch this again! The movie clip of Brother Jiang that actor Xiao praised before! He must have seen it all!"
Ran Ran: "Hey, he didn't cancel the like."
Qiqi: "There are also the earrings Brother Jiang wore before and the ring that Actor Xiao wore before! See if they are the same style, I can't find the style on the Internet! It must be a couple style designed by them!"
Ran Ran: "Indeed, it does look like the same style..."
Qiqi: "And this shoulder-hugging sticker on the podium of the Golden Orchid Awards! Ahhh, I've watched it a hundred times!"
Ran Ran: "Wow."
Qi Qi said firmly: "They are real!"
Ran Ran followed with a dazed expression and nodded: "It's true!"
In the office more than ten meters away, Jiang Zhao suddenly sneezed twice, and wrapped his coat tightly in doubt:
"Who scolded me?"
—
Rehearsal night.
The rehearsal for the New Year's Eve party this time also went smoothly, until Jiang Zhao's show was in order. Standing backstage, he watched Han Tingfeng finish the performance and walk off the stage with no expression on his face.
When passing by him, Han Tingfeng stopped with a smile and said, "Don't forget tonight, Xiao Zhao."
Jiang Zhao: "I have a good memory."
Han Tingfeng nodded: "Then what shall we eat? French food, or Italian food? Or go to our childhood favorite..."
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Zhao took the microphone and walked onto the stage.
Han Tingfeng had no choice but to shut up. His eyes fell on Jiang Zhao's back, and gradually dimmed.
In a corner not far away, Xiao Si also had a panoramic view of all this.
The amber eyes moved, then lowered their eyelashes, and the light of thought flashed across the eyes.
Jiang Zhao has never liked singing and dancing on stage, but at this moment, he very much hopes that the four-minute song can be slowed down, preferably forty or fifty minutes.
When the lights dimmed, the director had already urged him through the headset, so he had no choice but to follow the backup dancer and reluctantly walked down the stage.
The next program is Xiao Siye, Jiang Zhao looked forward to him being able to say a few words to himself, and Xiao Si did as he wished, and stopped in his tracks:
"If you need anything, remember to call me, boss."
The man's voice brushed against the tips of his ears, and the fluff on Jiang Zhao's ears stood up immediately. He glanced at Xiao Siye: "Are you a little too fond of this job?"
Xiao Si also smiled: "After all, I am dedicated."
Jiang Zhao glanced at him a little speechlessly.
However, being interrupted by Xiao Si like this, Jiang Zhao's mood barely improved, although he still had a bad face when facing Han Tingfeng.
"Take my car?" After walking out of the rehearsal scene, Han Tingfeng made an inviting gesture to him.
Jiang Zhao turned his head and told Zuo Xiaoqiu and Xiaohu: "You all just go back directly, let the driver wait for my message, and then come to pick it up."
Putting it all together, Zuo Xiaoqiu definitely wanted to nag him a few words, but today he rarely said much, and after agreeing, he walked to the nanny's car. Xiaohu hurriedly followed him, and waved along the way: "Then let's go first, brother Jiang, please drink less!"
Jiang Zhao thought it was natural, he would never touch any glass of wine handed by Han Tingfeng again in his life.
Han Tingfeng gracefully opened the car door for him, Jiang Zhao simply got into the car and put on his seat belt, Han Tingfeng closed the car door for him again.
From the beginning to the end, he never glanced at Han Tingfeng, as if he was just a dispensable service worker.
Han Tingfeng was not angry either, and with a smile on his lips, he came to the driver's seat: "Where do you want to go?"
Jiang Zhao remained expressionless: "Follow you."
Han Tingfeng nodded: "Then I will choose a place. I hope you like it, Xiao Zhao."
Jiang Zhao looked out the window, and simply didn't look at him.
Han Tingfeng turned on the stereo, and a soothing serenade barely eased the quiet and awkward atmosphere in the car. Jiang Zhao looked out the window at the stream-like traffic passing under the viaduct, the night above his head was dark, and even the moon was hidden in the clouds.
He suddenly remembered the time when he lived in City Y. The small village did not have the prosperity of the city and did not have such bright lights, but as long as he looked up, he could see the sky full of stars.
Han Tingfeng chose a French restaurant. In the entire restaurant, only the central place had lights. Under the golden light was a neatly arranged dining table that was only waiting for guests to sit.
The tablecloth is made of silver and white silk, rose petals are scattered in the center, a violin is played in the corner, and two white candles are lit on the table.
The atmosphere is extremely romantic, but as long as Jiang Zhao thinks about who invited him, Jiang Zhao feels that the whole restaurant is a bit weird.
He sat down indifferently, and well-trained waiters came out quietly pushing the dining car from a dark corner and brought an aperitif.
"This is the cherry wine I stored in a French winery," Han Tingfeng said softly, "I remember, you like cherries very much."
Jiang Zhao raised his hand and pressed it on the rim of his wine glass, stopping the waiter's movement: "No, I quit drinking recently."
Han Tingfeng gestured kindly to the waiter: "No problem, please change to juice, thank you."
A minute later, Jiang Zhao looked at the mango juice in front of him, his face still indifferent.
"Don't you like it?" Han Tingfeng groaned with a smile, "You used to love mango juice the most, Xiao Zhao."
Jiang Zhao looked at his confident look, and suddenly laughed:
"Han Tingfeng, do you know that ten years can change a person's preferences and living habits."
"You think you know me well," he leaned back in his chair, with a trace of contempt flashing across his eyes, "but you actually don't know anything."
Han Tingfeng's smile froze for a moment, and then he said, "It's okay. Xiao Zhao, today's meal will definitely satisfy you."
Jiang Zhao didn't bother to pay attention to him, he lowered his head and turned on his phone to play a small stand-alone game.
One dish after another was delivered to the table by the waiter. Jiang Zhao basically took two mouthfuls perfunctorily, before throwing away the knife and fork.
It's just that as the dishes went from appetizers to main courses, he felt more and more wrong.
He originally thought that Han Tingfeng just happened to remember some of his hobbies. For example, he likes the taste of cherry wine and mango juice. This is a habit he started ten years ago, and he is a nostalgic person. Han Tingfeng knows it is not surprising.
But when he saw a few ingredients that he had only started to prefer in the past few years were also served on the table, he gradually realized that something was wrong.
How did Han Tingfeng know that he likes these
He ate in silence until the dessert session, when the waiter brought a chocolate Savarin cake.
Jiang Zhao threw the fork without moving.
The sound of the silver fork colliding with the plate was crisp, and Jiang Zhao's face was as cold as frost: "How do you know?"
This is a dessert he just fell in love with a few months ago, and there is only one store in the entire capital that sells it.
Han Tingfeng, a person who has been away from China for ten years, why would he know his preferences
Or... is Han Tingfeng watching his every move
As soon as this idea appeared, Jiang Zhao broke out in a cold sweat.
But Han Tingfeng looked innocent and dazed: "Xiao Zhao, what are you talking about?"
"You mean, I've been spying on you all the time, so I know what kind of cake you like?" He spread his hands, "How could I do such a thing? It's illegal in China, and you know it. Maybe it's just a telepathy between us."
Jiang Zhao was so disgusted by him, he lowered his head, and was about to send a message to the driver, when he suddenly remembered that Xiao Si had also said, call him if you need something.
A few seconds later, he cut the chat window into Xiao Siye: ""Send real-time location" Here, come pick me up. "
After sending the message, he calmed down a little, and sneered at Han Tingfeng: "Telepathy? You just started elementary school?"
Han Tingfeng said with a smile: "In primary school, we did have a lot of telepathy like this."
Jiang Zhao annoyed him the most when he brought up the past. Looking at the cake, he didn't have any appetite, so he sat with his arms folded: "After this meal is over, don't provoke my family anymore. If you don't want them to know what happened back then."
Han Tingfeng sighed: "Xiao Zhao."
Jiang Zhao looked at him, waiting to hear what nonsense he was going to say again.
Han Tingfeng spread his palms to him, with a very sincere look: "I actually wanted to apologize to you for arranging this meal."
"I'm sorry for that game back then," he said with deep pain and guilt, "I was so worried about you. No one knows better than me how much effort you put in for that trophy, so I am nothing but Other than you, the person who looks forward to seeing you succeed the most. When the phone rang, I really thought about going to the waiting area to find you, but... I was too afraid that you would be affected by it.”
"So I hung up the phone for you without authorization, but I didn't expect that it was such an important call. I'm sorry, Xiao Zhao. I regretted it for a whole ten years."
Jiang Zhao looked at him silently.
"And, that banquet."
Han Tingfeng's eyes showed deep regret: "You have to believe me, I didn't make that glass of wine. It's just that you didn't answer all my contact information or talk to me in those two months. I was really depressed. You're going crazy, Xiao Zhao."
"I originally wanted to express my heart to you after the college entrance examination... But after so many years, when the emotions are strong to a certain extent, I can't control myself."
"Perhaps this is the reason why my mother left my father." He lowered his head and his voice was low. "I only realized after ten years that too heavy a love will not make the lover happy."
His confession was written in every minute of his expression, so sincere that Jiang Zhao almost believed it.
But luckily he didn't drink today, he was sober.
"Han Tingfeng," Jiang Zhao sneered, "If the so-called love you are talking about is trying to rape the other party when he is drunk, then you should take your love and go to the sewing machine."
"Oh, I forgot, you are not from our Hua country now," Jiang Zhao rubbed his chin, "Maybe you will be deported and never enter the country?"
Han Tingfeng smiled bitterly: "Xiao Zhao..."
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Zhao's phone screen lit up with a message.
Jiang Zhao glanced down, then stood up: "Your time to sell miserably is over, Han Tingfeng."
"Don't have any unrealistic fantasies, in this life, in the next life, in the next life," Jiang Zhao turned around, "It's impossible for me to forgive you."
He got up and walked outside the restaurant. In the night, Jiang Zhao could clearly see Xiao Si's car, the black Rolls-Royce Phantom.
The last time I saw Xiao Si driving a low-key SUV, but today he was suddenly so high-profile, Jiang Zhao thought that he was here to support him, and he deserved to be named an outstanding employee of the year.
He walked towards Xiao Siye's direction, deliberately raised his voice and complained: "Why did you come here?"
Xiao Si also stretched out his hand, holding him very naturally: "Sorry, the road was blocked for a while."
Han Tingfeng, who came out behind Jiang Zhao, saw such a scene, and his smile gradually subsided.
He watched Jiang Zhao put on Xiao Siye's scarf, and Xiao Si also clasped his hands tightly in his palms. Jiang Zhao frowned and said something, seemingly dissatisfied, but there was a slight smile on his lips.
Han Tingfeng was silent for a few seconds, then took a few steps forward, standing only three or four meters away from the two of them: "Xiao Zhao, I didn't think about today's dishes, and I didn't take care of your taste changes. But it doesn't matter, I I have already remembered what you like, and I will definitely satisfy you next time."
Jiang Zhao thought that there was no end, but before he opened his mouth, Xiao Si stepped forward and said, "Why do you have to remember? Mr. Han, if I remember correctly, this should be my boyfriend's responsibility."
Han Tingfeng smiled lightly: "It's just my current boyfriend."
Xiao Si also raised his eyebrows: "That's right, my current boyfriend."
He suddenly lowered his head, and instantly shortened the distance with Jiang Zhao: "I'm going to fulfill the first request."
Jiang Zhao: "?"
The moment the warm breath came over, he heard Xiao Si also say, "Open your mouth."
Jiang Zhao subconsciously followed suit.
A few seconds later, his still heart lake exploded like a volcanic eruption, blasting out the sky full of purples and reds.
— Xiao Si also stuck out his tongue.
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