Zhang Jue, wearing the short-sleeved shirt that Chen Boqiao gave him, sat on a chair, quietly scooping porridge with his head down.
The ends of his hair were curled and tied loosely, with a few strands hanging down beside his cheeks, and his body exuded the fragrance of two different pheromones mixed with body wash, one of which was the smell of Chen Boqiao.
Chen Boqiao had already eaten, so he sat aside and watched Zhang Jue.
He looked at Zhang Jue from head to toe, and found no traces of sex, only pale complexion and red lips, like remaining evidence that had not been destroyed.
Zhang Jue's voice was very low, most of the time he didn't cry, his tongue was soft, his legs were long, and when he orgasmed, he would look at Chen Boqiao with a distracted look, he didn't say anything, but Chen Boqiao found out, Zhang Jue was not too I like the back position, and I am willing to cooperate with any posture from the front.
Perhaps finding that Chen Boqiao's eyes had been on him, Zhang Jue raised his head and glanced at Chen Boqiao.
The two looked at each other for a second or two, Chen Boqiao didn't speak, Zhang Jue didn't speak, lowered his head again, and swallowed slowly.
Zhang Jue was very reluctant to mention what happened last night. His body language, facial expressions, and way of speaking all pointed to this.
He was even more afraid than Chen Boqiao to mention that they had gone to bed, which made Chen Boqiao somewhat regret it.
Regret talking too much at the love hotel at the time.
In fact, someone like Zhang Jue, who is too self-aware, has low self-esteem, and is completely incapable of expressing himself, doesn't need to be reminded at all. Even if Chen Boqiao doesn't say anything, Zhang Jue will retreat faster than anyone else.
He may ask someone to send a generous gift when Chen Boqiao gets married, go to a place far away from the wedding scene to peek, hold the things Chen Boqiao gave him in a daze, secretly save the news photos, but he will not cling to him Crap.
What Chen Boqiao said at the hotel was too cruel to Zhang Jue, unnecessary and meaningless.
Before Zhang Jue finished his bowl of porridge, Ai Jiaxi called him back. Zhang Jue picked up the phone and put it to his ear, Ai Jiaxi was shouting over there, even Chen Boqiao could hear it, although he couldn't understand the specific words.
Ai Jiaxi spoke to Zhang Jue for a long time, before it was Zhang Jue's turn to speak, Zhang Jue said, "Don't go if you don't want to go."
Then Ai Jiaxi started shouting again. After a while, Zhang Jue said, "Okay." After a few seconds, he said, "I'll peel a lot for you."
Chen Boqiao heard that Ai Jiaxi was still struggling with the shrimp.
Zhang Jue coaxed Ai Jiaxi like a child: "You can peel as much as you want."
The muffled Ai Jiaxi voice that came out of the receiver sounded like she was very proud. Zhang Jue whispered, "No, my hand doesn't hurt."
Then, there was no sound from Ai Jiaxi. After a while, Zhang Jue told Ai Jiaxi, "It's almost time... I will definitely celebrate your birthday with you."
Chen Boqiao heard Zhang Jue say a lot of what Ai Jiaxi wanted to hear, and Ai Jiaxi allowed Zhang Jue to hang up.
After finishing the call, Zhang Jue turned off the phone, took a mouthful of porridge, and suddenly said to Chen Boqiao, "It's delicious."
"It's hard to cook instant buns," Chen Boqiao said bluntly.
Zhang Jue stirred the porridge with a spoon and said, "It can also be cooked badly."
Chen Boqiao looked at Zhang Jue, thought of the person who called just now, paused, and asked, "Ai Jiaxi?"
Zhang Jue had a few smiles in his eyes, he nodded and said, "Every time it is cooked, it is served to me."
Chen Boqiao didn't speak for a long time, Zhang Jue probably thought that the topic was over, and lowered his head, intending to continue drinking porridge, but Chen Boqiao called his name, and he looked up quickly.
"Why did Ai Jiaxi break off the marriage?" Chen Boqiao asked Zhang Jue, "He doesn't look like he will break your marriage."
"He doesn't want to retire," Zhang Jue said honestly. "His parents knew about my glands and felt that we were not suitable, but they couldn't make any sense with him. My parents also felt sorry for his family. In the end, I persuaded him to do so. living."
"Really," Chen Boqiao said noncommittally along Zhang Jue, "it's hard to persuade."
"Well," Zhang Jue looked at his remaining porridge, and said, "I persuaded him for a long time. It's not impossible for me to live with him, but what if he meets someone he really likes in the future."
Chen Boqiao felt that Zhang Jue's statement was a bit interesting. After thinking about it for a while, he asked Zhang Jue ruthlessly: "Don't you have someone you like?"
Zhang Jue slowly put down the spoon, raised his face, and did not speak for a long time.
Chen Boqiao looked into Zhang Jue's eyes, the second regret in a day appeared much faster than he expected.
The corners of Zhang Jue's eyes were a little red, and there was no expression on his face. I don't know if I was too tired last night or in a bad mood.
Chen Boqiao is not a person who often follows his instincts to make decisions. He is used to being thorough in analysis and keeping a distance from others to avoid unnecessary trouble, except for getting along with Zhang Jue.
He deliberately provoked Zhang Jue without thinking too much, but he also didn't want Zhang Jue to show such a sad expression.
Otherwise, I wouldn't lie to Zhang Jue, I don't mind the smell of smoke at all.
Chen Boqiao wanted to give Zhang Jue a step down, but it was too late, Zhang Jue had already spoken.
"I'm different," Zhang Jue said.
Chen Boqiao looked at Zhang Jue, looking at the void, embarrassed and reluctant, and rarely felt softhearted.
But Zhang Jue should have misunderstood that Chen Boqiao was persuading him that the sea of suffering is boundless and turning back is the shore, because he has always thought of Chen Boqiao very well, Zhang Jue said to Chen Boqiao again: "I said it, you don't care about me. "
Zhang Jue's face was self-defeating, his lips were still very red, and his eyes moved around. Zhang Jue has no temper, nor withdrawn towards Chen Boqiao, but he is not smart, and he will not chase people if he can't tell a lie.
Although I can't remember, but according to Zhang Jue's current appearance, Chen Boqiao can also think that Zhang Jue's so-called confession, at most, only blocks himself and says "I like you".
There are so many people confessing to Chen Boqiao that he has very little time to be alone. From the cable car row of the ski resort in the winter campus of Roche to the art installation corridor of the summer campus, there are people who stop Chen Bo in every slightly romantic place. Bridge, I don't know which Zhang Jue chose.
Zhang Jue's words and actions are so simple and ordinary, how can he attract attention.
Eighteen-year-old Chen Boqiao listened patiently, refused patiently, turned his head and forgot.
And Zhang Jue smokes.
But the twenty-nine-year-old Chen Boqiao recalled that Zhang Jue, seventeen or eighteen-year-old, should also be quite interesting. He easily fell in love with a person who didn't like him, and then lived in confusion for more than ten years.
Chen Boqiao suddenly remembered Zhang Jue standing among the mercenaries on the day when the Asian League was put on trial.
That was the first time Chen Boqiao saw the forest and the blue sky since he was in prison for half a year.
Chen Boqiao was interrogated twice a week in prison. He was often hit face-to-face by strong lights. He sat in a chair for more than ten hours without any water getting in. He repeated the same answer, even with his eyes closed, and returned to the cell. It also takes a long time to get used to seeing things clearly.
Sometimes there were executions at night, and Chen Boqiao would sleep a little later and think about his father. It is inconvenient to transmit news in prison, and Chen Boqiao has never seen a photo of his father's funeral. However, in the live video of Chen Zhaoyan's shooting, the interrogator gave Chen Boqiao a lot.
Chen Boqiao fought many tough battles and was well prepared before going to prison, but life in the fifth prison still exhausted him.
When he attended the trial, he fought hard, and when he was sentenced to death, he did not panic. He even smiled at the reporter's camera and made a relaxed appearance.
But he knew very well that only when he found out that the plan had been disrupted and saw Zhang Jue and the helicopter, would he really feel relieved.
Zhang Jue is a person who lives in Chen Boqiao's eighteen-year-old shadow.
Those who haven't gotten along well with him can't imagine how easy he is to deceive. Sometimes Zhang Jue was so slow that Chen Boqiao couldn't bear to say it, and sometimes he didn't know where to learn it badly, and told a very obvious lie in order to kiss again.
Zhang Jue is like a one-month transitional holiday, bringing Chen Boqiao, who has been imprisoned for a long time, back to modern society.
"Okay, don't be nervous," Chen Boqiao said lightly, "I don't care about you in the future."
Zhang Jue agreed with an "um", and seemed relieved, thought about it again, and said, "Chen Boqiao."
The way he called Chen Boqiao was actually a little heartwarming, because he looked at Chen Boqiao seriously and pronounced it slowly with his lips and tongue. He said to Chen Boqiao, "I'm all willing. You don't have to..."
Zhang Jue stopped and suddenly lowered his head, as if he thought what he was thinking was absurd, he pursed his lips and smiled embarrassedly, before speaking to himself, in a low voice, "You can't either."
Zhang Jue always said half of what he said. Chen Boqiao didn't know whether what Zhang Jue wanted to say was "you don't have to be responsible" or "you don't have to feel guilty".
But it doesn't hinder understanding, it's all the same.
Chen Boqiao looked at Zhang Jue and felt that Zhang Jue was suitable for a crash course to learn how to stalk him without distractions, cry, make trouble and hang himself, or how to get pregnant before marriage and force him to become a senior.
Regardless of whether it can be successful in the end, it is always a pity not to try.
"What if I could," Chen Boqiao asked Zhang Jue, "what would you do?"
Zhang Jue glanced at Chen Boqiao, thought for a while, and said to Chen Boqiao, "Don't say that." Zhang Jue's eyes were very quiet, and there was nothing to be unwilling. It seemed that he was neither given by Chen Boqiao. Hoping to impress, but not fighting for it, he said, "I don't dare."