Ai Jiaxi didn't go out for a few minutes, and came back with an oversized cup of mango smoothie.
He sat beside Zhang Jue, took a sip of the ice cream, waved his hand holding the change, and said to Zhang Jue inarticulately, "Ajue, give it back to you."
"Put it in your own pocket." Zhang Jue didn't want a lot of coins.
"Okay," Ai Jiaxi obediently stuffed it into his pocket, and then handed the smoothie cup to Zhang Jue's mouth, and said, "Have a taste, it's very famous."
As soon as the smoothie cup approached, the strong aroma of mango overflowed. Zhang Jue didn't really like mangoes, so he turned his face away and declined: "Eat it yourself."
Ai Jiaxi shrugged and obediently took the cup back. He sucked the straw, looked at the dishes on the table for a few seconds, suddenly put down the cup, and turned to ask Zhang Jue, "You don't like shrimp."
He pointed to Zhang Jue's plate and said, "Why did you eat my last shrimp!"
Before Zhang Jue could figure out how to explain it, Chen Boqiao honestly admitted his mistake to Ai Jiaxi: "I ate it."
Ai Jiaxi glanced at Chen Boqiao's plate, Zhang Jue followed, and there was no shrimp shell on Chen Boqiao's plate.
Then Ai Jiaxi turned his head to look at Zhang Jue, and slowly said "oh", he said, "I see." He didn't take the ice cream cup anymore, and put his head against Zhang Jue's shoulder. A moody look.
Ai Jiaxi was used to being a bit temperamental by the whole family, and Zhang Jue always protected and left all the things he liked to him. Zhang Jue thought about it, maybe it was the first time that he didn't save what Ai Jiaxi liked until the end.
But after all, it was Chen Boqiao who ate the shrimp, and Ai Jiaxi didn't dare to show her displeasure very clearly, she just stared at Zhang Jue sullenly with condemning eyes.
"Sorry," Chen Boqiao should have never encountered such a thing before, so he said to Ai Jiaxi embarrassedly, "Can you add another one?"
"No," Ai Jiaxi shook her head and said to Zhang Jue, "Send me back."
Ai Jiaxi said that she had eaten too much and wanted to take a walk back to the hotel.
Zhang Jue was very familiar with this area. He didn't need to look at the map, and knew that the hotel was about ten minutes' walk away from the cafe, so he asked Chen Boqiao, "Will you wait for me at the coffee shop for half an hour?"
Chen Boqiao looked at Zhang Jue and Ai Jiaxi with his head resting on Zhang Jue's shoulder, paused for a moment, and then said, "I'm not tired, let's walk together."
The three of them exited the cafe and walked side by side along the sidewalk.
Zhang Jue held Ai Jiaxi's ice-cream cup in his hand, because Ai Jiaxi said that he felt the ice and had to let Zhang Jue hold it for him, and he was responsible for coming over to drink it.
Chen Boqiao walked quietly beside Zhang Jue as if he hadn't seen it. On the side of the road, he was farther from Zhang Jue than Ai Jiaxi was from Zhang Jue, but closer than ordinary friends.
Although Ai Jiaxi was greatly favored by Zhang Jue, he was usually not so squeamish. He walked next to Zhang Jue and whispered that only he and Zhang Jue were familiar with personnel, which made Zhang Jue feel as if he was secretly approaching Chen Boqiao. Demonstration.
Zhang Jue thinks that he is not a very patient crowd, and as many people say, he is withdrawn and cold, neither loves nor good at communication, and has never been popular.
But Ai Jiaxi is just as blind as Zhang Jue's parents. Even if Zhang Jue is not good, they have to say that Zhang Jue is the best, and Ai Jiaxi's character is very child-like. I don't even like Zhang Jue" and get angry, and get angry because Zhang Jue pays too much attention to things related to Chen Boqiao.
A few years ago, Ai Jiaxi would find someone from the Asian League to bring some tabloids with Chen Boqiao's scandal, pretending to inadvertently bring it to Zhang Jue and show it to Zhang Jue.
In fact, those are all roadside gossip tabloids, not even catching the wind. Some of the photos were so retouched that Zhang Jue couldn't bear to look closely, but Ai Jiaxi would take it seriously, so Zhang Jue had to coax him to tell him. .
It was only in the past two years that Ai Jiaxi gradually realized that Zhang Jue was so stubborn that there was no cure, and finally stopped making unnecessary attempts.
Ai Jiaxi took another sip of Zhang Jue's hand. Zhang Jue's right hand was also a little cold, so he changed his hand to hold the ice cream, put his right hand down, and rubbed the back of Chen Boqiao's hand with the back of his hand.
Chen Boqiao glanced at Zhang Jue, and then quickly shook Zhang Jue's palm. Zhang Jue was stunned for a moment and heard Chen Boqiao say softly, "It's so icy."
He pointed to Zhang Jue's left hand, Zhang Jue realized that Chen Boqiao was talking about a smoothie cup.
Zhang Jue nodded, and Chen Boqiao asked again, "Do you want me to get it for you?"
"Don't." Ai Jiaxi said.
Zhang Jue looked down at Ai Jiaxi. After Ai Jiaxi finished speaking with a displeased expression, he probably felt that his tone was too strong, so he added to Chen Boqiao: "Thank you, Ajue will help me get it."
The more he said, the lower his voice, Zhang Jue thought it was a little funny, so he said "um" and fed Ai Jiaxi the ice cream.
Chen Boqiao didn't say anything.
When passing an intersection, Zhang Jue saw the building that he was very familiar with.
At the entrance of the building, several workers were picking up metal signs, which seemed to be replaced with new ones.
"This is not..." Ai Jiaxi stopped, looked at the building, looked up at Zhang Jue, and whispered, "Why are you changing the brand?"
Zhang Jue took a few glances before saying, "I don't know."
The last time he came to review, there were many patients in this hospital, and the hospital did not seem to have any management problems. At that time, the doctor also asked him if he wanted to do another course of treatment. He began to prepare the plan to go to the Asian League, and he refused without thinking too much.
Ai Jiaxi didn't move, he turned around, looked at Zhang Jue with wide eyes, and asked, "Is your treatment over?"
Based on Zhang Jue's understanding of Ai Jiaxi, Ai Jiaxi knew that he didn't want to mention it, so he deliberately asked.
Chen Boqiao stood with them and looked across the street, politely not interrupting.
Seeing Zhang Jue nod, Ai Jiaxi asked again, "Is it useful, will it hurt?" He rolled his eyes, and then said wisely, "I have friends who do it, and I'm looking for people everywhere to ask."
Zhang Jue raised his hand and touched Ai Jiaxi's head before saying, "It's useless."
"Will it hurt?" Ai Jiaxi asked stubbornly.
And Chen Boqiao's inquiring eyes stayed on Zhang Jue, and Zhang Jue could see clearly from the corner of his eye.
The sultry evening wind from the coast blew slowly across the street, making Zhang Jue recall every time he walked from the hotel where Ai Jiaxi stayed to this hospital.
He remembered Harrison calling him and asking him: "Bangkok has a famous emotionally closed clinic. There are six chains around the world, and each of them has an appointment for half a year. The director sent me an appointment number, do you come and try it."
Thinking of the successful case that his attending physician first interviewed him and showed him.
When he remembered that the doctor covered his face with an anesthesia mask, he began to wonder if he had made another unnecessary decision.
It turns out that it is indeed redundant.
"Ajue!" Ai Jiaxi called him again.
Zhang Jue was most afraid of screaming when he was awake, so he closed his mouth tightly, wrapped his arms around Ai Jiaxi's shoulders without saying a word, and walked forward.
During the next journey, Ai Jiaxi became quiet. He asked for the cup in Zhang Jue's hand and took it by himself.
The three of them walked with their own thoughts, and after walking the last half of the street, they walked around the hotel door.
Zhang Jue was worried that the camera captured Chen Boqiao, and wanted Chen Boqiao to wait. He sent Ai Jiaxi into the door himself, but Ai Jiaxi didn't let him. Door.
Zhang Jue and Chen Boqiao wanted to go back to the cafe to get the car, then turned around and walked in the direction they were coming and going. Passers-by hurried past them, Zhang Jue and Chen Boqiao were not walking fast.
Not long after walking, Chen Boqiao quickly squeezed Zhang Jue's palm again, then stood still, looked down at Zhang Jue, and said, "It's a blessing that you can hold the ice like this."
"The smoothie shop is across from the coffee shop," he said casually. "I see other people's cups with covers."
"He didn't do it on purpose," Zhang Jue explained on behalf of Ai Jiaxi, "he lost everything since he was a child."
"Really?" Chen Boqiao smiled slightly and let go of Zhang Jue's hand, but he still didn't mean to give up.
Zhang Jue felt that Chen Boqiao was a little weird tonight, but he couldn't tell where it was, and he didn't have the strength to think about it. Soon after his estrus ended, he was easily tired, and after walking for 20 minutes, his calf was almost numb.
During the sex, Chen Boqiao pressed him from above him. He used a lot of force for a few minutes before the end, and Zhang Jue's legs and back were still aching. Just now when he was with Ai Jiaxi, Zhang Jue kept his spirits high, and after watching Ai Jiaxi enter the door, his head seemed to stop halfway, and his thoughts became sluggish.
"Go back and talk about this," Zhang Jue tugged at Chen Boqiao's sleeve and said in a low voice, "I'm really tired."
The smile on Chen Boqiao's face faded a little. He paused and asked Zhang Jue, "Are you uncomfortable?"
Zhang Jue nodded: "Dizzy."
Chen Boqiao looked at Zhang Jue for a while, let Zhang Jue sit on the bench by the road, took Zhang Jue's key, and drove to the coffee shop.
Zhang Jue sat and waited for a while, and felt that lying on the bench must be very comfortable, so he squatted up, but he lost consciousness as soon as he lay down.
He had a small half-dark dream. In the dream, there was no one. He was lying on the hospital bed, wearing an anesthesia mask, and there was Chen Boqiao's voice in his ear.
Chen Boqiao asked him, "Zhang Jue, what disease are you treating?"
Zhang Jue closed his eyes and didn't speak. The bed he was lying on was shaken. The shaking was so severe that he opened his eyes and saw the real Chen Boqiao's brows furrowed.
Looking at Zhang Jue, Chen Boqiao's expression relaxed slightly, and he said to Zhang Jue, "I am so tired?"
Chen Boqiao grabbed Zhang Jue's wrist, carried Zhang Jue halfway on his back, put Zhang Jue on the co-pilot, and fastened his seat belt before going back to drive.
The car window was opened a little, and the hot air outside mixed with the cold air from the air conditioner, making Zhang Jue less confused, but not too awake.
He sat sideways and looked at Chen Boqiao's profile carefully, and he couldn't help reaching out to touch the beard he had attached to Chen Boqiao himself, and whispered, "It's crooked."
Chen Boqiao glanced at him quickly, with a smile in his eyes, raised his hand and pressed the back of Zhang Jue's hand and said, "Come on, help me stick it."
"How do you post it now?" Zhang Jue asked in a low voice.
"You can get close to the sticker." Chen Boqiao said again.
Zhang Jue lacked the ability to resist Chen Boqiao, so he leaned over, grabbed Chen Boqiao's shoulder with one hand, tore off his beard a little with the other, and pulled it upwards.
Before it was fully attached, Chen Boqiao seemed to be distracted and didn't look at the traffic lights. When he was about to reach the line, he suddenly stepped on the brakes and stopped in front of the yellow light.
Zhang Jue's whole body moved forward, and Chen Boqiao held Zhang Jue's arm with a free hand, making Zhang Jue sit firmly.
Chen Boqiao cleared his throat and said, "Forget it, it's almost there, stop posting it."
The red light at the intersection lasted for seventy-five seconds, Zhang Jue looked at Chen Boqiao's hand on the gear lever idle for ten seconds.
Chen Boqiao spoke, and he asked Zhang Jue, "What do you want to do?"
As if encouraging Zhang Jue's expression, Chen Boqiao continued: "Tell me about it."
Zhang Jue was bewitched by Chen Boqiao and told the truth: "I want to hold hands with you."
Chen Boqiao turned his head to look at Zhang Jue, his eyes could be called calm, Zhang Jue thought that Chen Boqiao was going to decline, but Chen Boqiao didn't say anything, he just curled the corner of his mouth indistinctly, Zhang Jue didn't know Chen Boqiao Are you laughing at yourself stupid again, or is it just something else. Then, Chen Boqiao lifted his handle a little from the gear lever.
Zhang Jue watched for five seconds before he figured out that maybe Chen Boqiao had reserved a place for him to hold hands, so he held it slowly, inserted his fingers into the gaps between Chen Boqiao's fingers, and held it gently. .
The red light was ten seconds away.
Zhang Jue read the second, and when the red light turned green, he let go of his hand consciously, lowered his head and said to Chen Boqiao, "Thank you."