In the evening, we met in the reserved room of the clubhouse, and the girls also came. A group of young people sang and chatted, which was very lively.
I don't like to play together very much, so I didn't make trouble with them, just sat in the corner and watched.
Leo came late, and everyone was already playing when he came in. He found an empty sofa to sleep in, didn't drink, and rubbed his cheeks from time to time, probably because his mouth was still hurting, and his face was full of displeasure. Seeing him like this, everyone greeted him, and everyone was very sensible. No one bothered to dislike him. He played and made trouble, which made him look lonely and a little pitiful.
I wanted to go over and give him the medicine, but just as I was about to get up, a girl came over and called me: "Senior brother."
It was the last time she asked me for my mobile phone number.
She sat down next to me and said that she would participate in a variety show in a few days and planned to dance a part of our group's dance at that time. She also took out her mobile phone and showed me a dance video she recorded in the dance studio.
I was absent-minded. Every time she saw me, she was very enthusiastic and tried hard to find something to talk to me. Maybe she had a good impression of me, but this kind of little lolita is really not my type.
In fact, I don't know what genre I like.
I have only talked about a serious relationship once, and that is with my ex-girlfriend who is now going to be a senior chicken. We are classmates, and she chased after me. She is good-looking, sweet-mouthed, and motivated, so I agreed. She is a very opinionated and stubborn person. I didn't learn to hide my bad temper at that time, and we often quarreled when we were together. Thinking about our relationship now, apart from suffering and struggling together in the first year, we always quarreled in the next year. She likes flowers. At the beginning, every time the quarrel was over, I bought flowers to coax her. Later, sending flowers didn’t work anymore. I couldn’t afford the new things she liked. I couldn’t coax her anymore. In the end, she dumped her I.
After I debuted, she came to me to borrow money several times. I knew that she never earned enough for her to spend. Now that I have much more money, I will lend it to her if I can. It's not that I have no love for her anymore. When we were first together, a brokerage company wanted to sign her, but it had to go to other places for development. She didn't want to separate from me so she pushed it away. It took half a month before I smiled and talked with her. I said this, laughed and cried.
If she turned down the brokerage contract for me, I couldn't do it if she came over in another position. I probably didn't love her too much, so I felt that in this relationship, I always owed her.
No matter what she becomes later, I always believe that she really loved me. When we were together, I didn't let her live the life she wanted to live. Now I can lend her some money within my ability. I am willing.
After watching the video recorded by the junior sister, she felt a little cold, she probably felt that I was not enthusiastic about her, and gradually showed embarrassment.
A few of her teammates were cutting the cake over there, they bought it when they came, to celebrate our little intention of winning the prize, she got up and went over, and came back with a small piece of cake to me after a while, showing her kindness very carefully: "Senior brother, I heard that you like to eat strawberries. There are quite a lot of strawberries here."
I took it and thanked her politely. She stood there, then walked away feeling a little disappointed.
I have no intention of falling in love, and I don't want to give her any illusions, so I simply treat her coldly, which is good for everyone.
"Tomas," Carl called me, and said, "the captain told you to come over."
I glanced over there, and Leo glanced over here with an expression of displeasure on his face, not knowing why he was displeased. I went directly with the cake, handed it to him, and said, "Do you want to eat it?"
He turned his face away in disgust.
I knew he didn't like it, so I withdrew my hand and asked, "Why did you ask me to come here?"
He squinted at me, and opened his mouth to ask, "Has Yan Jiajia been looking for you again recently?"
He was talking about my ex-girlfriend, and I said, "No, why ask her?"
He snorted coldly, and said, "She didn't ask you for money anymore? You don't have much money, you slap your face all day long to pretend to be fat, and use it as a cash machine for others."
He always likes to throw anger at others when he feels uncomfortable. I endured it and said nothing, not wanting to be as knowledgeable as him.
As a result, today his dog's temper is endless, and the more he speaks, the more ugly he sounds: "If you are not capable, don't provoke women. What can you do if you recruit them back? Can you afford you? It's okay to recruit a good family. Look at you. What kind of women? If someone treats you like a baby, you will think that they are interested in you, right? Don’t you think about what else you have besides your face? Only a plastic surgery monster can fall in love with you. Look at her buttocks. It’s like a Caucasian, the nose is crooked after a kiss, the pad is so thick and there is no C cup, the chest and the back feel the same, so you can still like it?”
Talk about me, just talk about me, I didn’t bring a girl with me, and I made such unbearable words, I got a little angry, and said to him: "Did you take the wrong medicine?"
"You just took the wrong medicine. Look what kind of women you are looking for?" Be like a baby."
I looked at him, and he still had the face to stare at me.
I really wanted to feed him shit, so I raised my hand and smeared the cake plate on his face.
The box fell silent, only the music on the stereo remained.
I came out to blow the night breeze, I was a little calmer than before, and my anger dropped a lot. I put my hand in my pocket, and when I touched the small medicine bottle containing ulcer powder, I felt a little ridiculous.
How nice it is to be a thigh-hugging sycophant. I'm so full that I want to treat that idiot as one of my own. No sycophant would worry about whether his cheap mouth hurts or not. He is good, he knows what I don't like to hear the most, but he wants to poke my sore spot and say that it's not a matter of being cheap at all, and he probably thinks that I'm just a little follower who waits on him in his heart. Think about it, too, if he really treats me as a buddy, he won't move his dirty thoughts on me.
A few girls also came out of it, and said goodbye to me and said they would go back first. I was a little embarrassed and asked them to come out to play, which ended up like this.
The junior sister who gave me the strawberry cake earlier said: "Leo is drinking in there. He is very drunk. Do you want to go in and persuade him? I don't think those seniors are afraid to approach him anymore."
I can think of that picture just by listening to it, and said: "I can't persuade him, let him drink if he likes it. Slow down on your way."
She gave her teammates a wink, and those girls walked away first. She said to me unnaturally: "I heard what he said to me just now."
I said against my will: "I'm sorry, he didn't mean anything malicious, he just talked cheap."
She nodded and said, "As soon as you came out just now, he threw the cake we bought."
I had no choice but to say, "He's crazy, don't worry about it."
She whispered: "Brother, does Leo like you?"
I was stunned for a moment, and said, "How is it possible?"
She looked at me and said, "I saw him many times before, and he was very kind to me. He even praised my blush once."
I said, "I just said he didn't mean anything to you."
But she said: "That was before, tonight he looked at me like an enemy, as if I robbed him of something."
Then, she confessed her love to me, but I didn't quite understand what she said, and I was only thinking about her sentence "Does Leo like you?"
Does he like me?
I sent a good person card to my junior sister and sent her away. Then I got into our nanny car in a daze. The driver was watching a movie on a tablet in front and only said hello to me.
When I got in the car, I saw some red stains on my shoe. I sat down and wiped it with a paper towel, and found that it was a small piece of rotten strawberry, which should have been left when I photographed Leo just now.
This pair of AJ limited edition shoes was given to me by him. I saw these shoes in a magazine a while ago, and I thought they looked good, so I took a second look. He was by the side at the time, and after two days, he gave me these same style. It happened that his mobile phone broke the screen, so I gave him a mobile phone in return. In the past, he thought the mobile phone case was troublesome, making it look thick and ugly, and he never wore it. On the day I gave him the mobile phone, he bought more than 20 cases on Taobao at one go, and happily asked me if it looked good.
... Maybe, he just likes me?
The driver turned off the tablet and said, "They also came out."
I glanced outside through the car window, and they were coming this way, and Leo followed behind with a stinky face.
The driver got out of the car to open the door for them. I thought about it and quickly took out my mobile phone to pretend to be addicted to the Internet.
The car door opened, and he must have seen me. He put on a pose and said, "I can't drive after drinking. If any of you don't drink, send me back."
I wanted to laugh a little bit, so I resisted not looking up.
Sure enough, he threw the key over and said in a vicious voice, "Just pretend you didn't hear it? Do you still want to be popular?"
It's fucking cheap.
I didn't make a sound, took the key and got out of the car, and walked with the captain under the sympathetic eyes of my teammates.
He drove him back in his car, and he sat in the passenger seat, peeking at me from the corner of his eyes, and kept talking, "You've got a lot of skill, you've shamed me in front of outsiders. Tomorrow I will ask my elder brother to block you, to see if you dare to be so unruly."
I didn't even listen to it, I wasn't angry, it was nothing compared to what he said at the meeting just now. I just don't want to talk to him.
When I got downstairs to his house, I parked the car and said in a businesslike manner, "Here we are, I'm leaving."
I made a gesture to get out of the car, but he grabbed me and still had the face to question me: "You still dare to show embarrassment to me? Don't go too far!"
I said, "Tell your elder brother to block me."
His face turned pale.
I was about to open the door, but he rushed over and hugged my arm, he finally stopped pretending, and said with wide-eyed aggrieved look: "Do you take me seriously when I say a joke? Are you guys for nothing for so long? "
I wanted to laugh again, so I held back and said, "Now that I think about it, I'm a buddy? It's not the time for you to call me blind."
The idiot looked puzzled, he dared to forget what he had said, and after a while he said confidently: "Then I'm doing it for your own good too! Just make me look like a cake? I'm usually so good to you, it's hard to say a few words If you obey, you will turn your face, is there anyone like you who is a buddy?"
When he was talking, he pulled the ulcer in his mouth, and the way he grinned while talking, I felt pain when I saw it, so I stepped back: "I shouldn't have made you look like a cake, it was my fault."
He obviously calmed down, and his face was a little arrogant again. He stared at me, and changed his tone and said: "Why are we so polite... just sleep with me tonight?"
I'm not stupid, I knew from the look in his eyes that he was on Teddy's upper body, so I just refused him firmly, but I hesitated for a moment before saying: "It's only after nine o'clock, I'll take a taxi back."
He probably didn't offer anything at all, hoping that I would agree, but he didn't force me to stay.
He went upstairs, and I walked out alone, and stopped after only a few tens of meters, feeling that something was wrong with me.
I actually had a feeling of reluctance.
After struggling for about five minutes, I realized that I forgot to return the car keys to him, which is really a good reason.
Before ringing the doorbell, I quickly straightened my hair, and by the time I realized what I was doing, I felt like I had been infected by the guy at the door.
As soon as the door opened, before I could say anything, he pulled me in. The light was not turned on, and it was pitch black. I didn't understand the situation, so he pressed my shoulder and pushed me against the anti-theft door. Clinging behind me, one hand circling in front, trying to untie my belt, the other fumbling here and there.
He hit me half hard there.
I was about to blow up, I elbowed him away reflexively, grabbed the collar with my backhand, slapped him twice, felt that he wanted to fight back, and kicked his calf again. He hopped back on one foot, cursed a curse, and said, "You're looking for death!"
I reached for the switch and turned on the light.
He froze for a moment and stammered, "You, why are you back?"
I suddenly realized that he took me for someone else.
He said awkwardly: "I didn't think about you, I didn't turn on the light, I recognized the wrong person, why did you come back so well?"
I was very upset, so I threw the car key to him and said, "I forgot to return it to you."
I missed it, and the key fell on the carpet under his chin, and as he bent to pick it up, I saw that his pants were half unzipped.
I asked him, "Who are you waiting for? A man?"
His eyes dodged a little, and he let out an inaudible "hmm".
I exhaled and said, "Do you like men?"
He drooped his eyes and said in a low voice, "I just thought it was fun."
Some indescribable irritability surged in my heart, and I wanted to slap him twice again.
He looked left and right for a while, thought of something, and then began to stare at me again.
Obviously want to fuck me.
I took out the bottle of traditional Chinese medicine powder from my pocket, and said, "Here, it cures ulcers."
He froze for a moment before taking it, his expression a little subtle.
I looked at his face, he might have just wiped it off with a paper towel, and there was still cream on the edge of his hair, and I said to him, "You don't even wash your face, are you just having sex like this?"
He touched his face, put the medicine bottle on the table, and went into the bathroom.
I sat on the sofa and flipped through the magazine, page after page.
He likes me, he doesn't like me, he likes me, he doesn't like me.
I don't know how he washed his face, but in the end he came out with a painted face and sat down next to me, still with his penis open.
I took a look there.
He said in an ambiguous tone, "Sleep here tonight?"
I asked back, "Which sleeps?"
It's the one who sleeps.