Sunset Boulevard

Chapter 41

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Chen Boqiao stood at the door of Zhang Jue's room with his hand on the doorbell. He heard Zhang Jue on the other end of the phone quiet for a few seconds, and hurriedly said "Wait a minute".

Zhang Jue's voice is actually very nice. When talking to other people, he has some natural indifference, but when talking to Chen Boqiao, he is more careful and hesitant. He can't pretend at all, as long as he stays with Chen Boqiao long enough, an idiot can see that he likes Chen Boqiao.

Chen Boqiao waited for a while, the door hadn't opened yet, with a mischievous mentality, he pressed the button of the doorbell and pressed it again, and there was a very soft ringtone from the other end of the phone.

The next second, the door opened, but not very wide.

Zhang Jue held his cell phone behind the door, his hair was draped over his shoulders, and there was still water vapor. A dark silk bathrobe hung loosely on his body, the straps were tied at will, his eyes widened a little, and he asked Chen Boqiao: "Did you wait a long time?"

It was not obvious that he was wearing a formal suit just now. He was thinner than Chen Boqiao before he left the cruise. From the front, you could see a short length of medical tape and waterproof tape around his neck.

"Not long." Chen Boqiao raised his hand and pressed the door, saying.

Zhang Jue opened the door a little more, and Chen Boqiao walked in, only to find that Zhang Jue didn't even wear slippers, and stepped barefoot on the pure white marble floor tiles of the entrance.

It looked cold, but Zhang Jue didn't seem to mind. He took a few steps forward, stepped on the light gray carpet, then looked back at Chen Boqiao and asked slowly, "Is the banquet over?"

Chen Boqiao smiled at him, said "I don't know", and added, "When I came out, your father just came in."

I don't know if it was a lighting problem or something else, Chen Boqiao felt that Zhang Jue's eyes were a little swollen. Zhang Jue didn't seem to notice it, so he naturally said "um", and then maybe he didn't know what to say. He looked around a little embarrassedly, and asked Chen Boqiao if he wanted something to drink.

Chen Boqiao said water, and Zhang Jue went to get bottled water and handed it to him. Chen Boqiao took it over, looked down at Zhang Jue, put his free hand on Zhang Jue's shoulder, and said, "Turn around, I'll take a look at the surgical wound."

Zhang Jue meekly turned his back, and Chen Boqiao pushed his hair away.

Perhaps because Zhang Jue had just taken a shower, Zhang Jue hadn't removed the waterproof sticker yet. The transparent waterproof film was attached to the back of his pale and thin neck, covering the light beige medical tape and gauze.

Chen Boqiao raised his hand and touched the edge junction of the waterproof sticker with the pulp of his finger. Zhang Jue's skin was warm and soft, and the film blocked his fingers from sliding down.

"Should the waterproof membrane be removed?" Chen Boqiao asked Zhang Jue.

Zhang Jue's shoulders moved slightly and whispered "Okay", Chen Boqiao slowly peeled off the waterproof sticker from the back of his neck.

"Do you want to change the medicine?" Chen Boqiao asked again.

"No need," Zhang Jue said, and said to Chen Boqiao in the taste of asking for opinions, "Can I turn around?"

Zhang Jue's appearance is not the kind of obedient type, but honestly sounds cute, Chen Boqiao smiled and said yes, and Zhang Jue turned around.

The two stood very close by the glass fireplace in the room. When Zhang Jue turned around, his knees touched Chen Boqiao. He raised his head and glanced at Chen Boqiao. Chen Boqiao threw the waterproof sticker into the trash can and looked at him too.

Zhang Jue was disheveled, while Chen Boqiao was in a suit and leather shoes. They looked at each other, and no one spoke first.

After a short time, Zhang Jue may have finally gathered enough courage, passed the adaptation period, and became active.

He closed his eyes, slowly approached Chen Boqiao, pressed his soft, trembling lips on Chen Boqiao's chin, moved it up slowly, and held Chen Boqiao's lips very slowly.

Zhang Jue's right hand was holding Chen Boqiao's arm, and he used his tongue to lick Chen Boqiao's lips and teeth with little effort across his suit and shirt. Asking for hints of sex, dyed the bitter apricot taste back to Chen Boqiao.

Chen Boqiao lowered his head and responded to Zhang Jue's kiss.

He felt that maybe no one thought that Zhang Jue would have such a side.

Zhang Jue's diplomat father, gentle and amiable mother, Harrison, a classmate and friend who opened an adult show in the independent country of Thailand, Ai Jiaxi, who was coquettish to him, and a receptionist at the pet hospital.

None of them knew this aspect of Zhang Jue.

More innocent than sacrifice, more desire than sacrifice, hugging with both hands, kissing with lips, trying so hard to make a difficult and hopeless courtship for Chen Boqiao.

The fragrance of apricot mixed with the fragrance of the hotel, the strap of the bathrobe fell silently on the carpet, and a piece of leather shoes hung on Chen Boqiao. Zhang Jue sat on the wooden desk in the hotel room, with his legs spread a little and his calves Hanging down, the bathrobe and suit rubbed against each other, making a small and ambiguous sound.

Suddenly, Chen Boqiao's phone vibrated, and Zhang Jue pressed the hand on Chen Boqiao's chest. Chen Boqiao didn't want to pay attention, but the phone kept vibrating, Zhang Jue opened his eyes, his eyelashes brushed softly across Chen Boqiao's face, he left Chen Boqiao a little, and reminded softly: "Telephone ."

Chen Boqiao took out his cell phone when he saw Zhang Jue Shao. It was called by a subordinate, and Chen Boqiao picked it up. The subordinate asked him when he could bring his luggage over, and Chen Boqiao said, "Tomorrow morning."

Hanging up the phone, Chen Boqiao put the phone aside, Zhang Jue didn't ask him about the phone, and he didn't continue to kiss him.

Just a short distance away, he raised his hand and gently grabbed Chen Boqiao's hand, saying, "I'll leave tomorrow afternoon."

Chen Boqiao looked at Zhang Jue's drooping eyes and said to him, "I will leave at nine in the morning at the latest and go to the Bay Area."

"Yeah." Zhang Jue said, as if he wanted to let go, but Chen Boqiao clenched it tightly and didn't let him loose.

Zhang Jue looked up at Chen Boqiao, paused for a moment, and asked very hesitantly, "I'm here today, are you unhappy?"

Chen Boqiao said to him, "No." Chen Boqiao felt that he answered quickly enough, but Zhang Jue didn't seem to be happy immediately.

When I first saw Zhang Jue in the evening, Chen Boqiao wanted to ask him why he didn't say anything on the phone. Now that I think about it and understand, I probably still don’t dare.

Zhang Jue didn't even dare to kiss Chen Boqiao twice in a short period of time.

They were silent until Zhang Jue said softly, "You said, you want to see me." Zhang Jue lowered his head and looked dejected, reminding Chen Boqiao of what he found in the cabinet in the bedroom before leaving the safe house. Plush cat doll in a dust bag.

Zhang Jue gave the doll and heart to Chen Boqiao, but he felt that Chen Boqiao didn't like it and would throw it away, so after giving it verbally, he recovered it at his own discretion and kept it for himself.

Chen Boqiao pulled Zhang Jue, Zhang Jue came over softly, and Chen Boqiao held him tightly in his arms.

Zhang Jue really lost weight, he put his cheek on Chen Boqiao's shoulder, the aroma of pheromone changed, became a little sweeter, and less bitter.

"I mean." Chen Boqiao said it anyway.

However, Zhang Jue couldn't tell whether he believed it or not. He leaned on Chen Boqiao, hugged him for a long time, and said in a very low and muffled voice, "My father knows."

"He thinks... it's not good." Zhang Jue said again.

He said what his father opposed, but people leaned on Chen Boqiao again.

Chen Boqiao put his hand on Zhang Jue's back, maybe his strength was not well controlled, Zhang Jue made a very light gasping sound like being hurt, Chen Boqiao loosened a little, and asked Zhang Jue: " Do you think I'm bad?"

Zhang Jue smiled softly. Chen Boqiao had never heard Zhang Jue laugh like that, and he seemed to think that Chen Boqiao said something ridiculous.

But he still didn't directly refute, he put his chin in Chen Boqiao's neck, and there were not too many emotional fluctuations between his words: "Maybe... we don't get along."

"I know that too," he said sullenly.

He pressed Chen Boqiao's shoulder, pushed Chen Boqiao away a little, and looked at Chen Boqiao calmly.

The two of them had just kissed and their hands and bodies were touching, but Zhang Jue asked like a friend, "You used to say that you were looking for someone you like. How long do you think it will take to find him?"

"After retiring, will you start looking?" Zhang Jue asked again.

There was water in his eyes, but unlike the first time he had sex, the tears fell one by one, but they just filled his eyes. back one piece.

Chen Boqiao never gave anyone a promise about the future. He once thought that his family was still far away from him, and that He Zhangjue could take it slow.

When the semi-severed diplomatic ties between the Asian Union and the newly independent country are over, and when he visits Zhang Jue's house step by step, everything will be centered on Chen Boqiao's pace, and Zhang Jue will cooperate. Actions are more important than empty talk, and eachother is not suitable for Chen Boqiao and Zhang Jue.

But no matter how well planned, there are surprises.

"Zhang Jue." Chen Boqiao pressed Zhang Jue's chin and whispered his name.

Zhang Jue's face is very small, as Chen Boqiao said, it can be covered with one hand, and the back of his neck still has a gland removal injury. Zhang Jue is a person with double standards. He is willing to kiss the burn on Chen Boqiao's back, but he does not want Chen Boqiao to see his scab.

People are not smart either. I remember Chen Boqiao's perfunctory words from the love hotel to the present. After doing so many love calls and making so many phone calls, I can't figure it out. I have to ask.

But Chen Boqiao didn't want to see Zhang Jue upset because of these things. He looked at Zhang Jue's eyes and said patiently, "I won't look for it anymore."