After Su Zui finished speaking, after realizing what he had said, his heart froze for a moment.
Mentioning the names of other men and women at such a time would have been an act of death.
Not to mention that Yang Yuanhang had really entangled with him.
Although these things are the original body's pot, but he passed through and became the original body, and he can only be forced to bear the consequences.
Even though this relationship was later characterized by him as a relationship between a patron and an art student, it is unlikely that Fu Shijun would think about it.
"Shi Jun," he explained with a hoarse voice and a headache, "I'm not—um!"
He didn't finish a word, and groaned because of the sudden movement of the people behind him.
"You're cold, calm down,"
He saw the man's eyes from the glass, and those eyes made his scalp numb.
The man's eyes were deep and deep, and they were full of storms that couldn't be dissolved, and the emotions in his eyes were almost fierce.
Unlike human beings, like a wolf who was only robbed of food, he was ruthlessly thinking about how to bite off a piece of meat from him.
Su Zui: "..."
He stretched out his hand and grabbed the man's arm that was pressing on his waist, and his palm rubbed against the bulging blue vein on it. You don't need to look at it, you know how nervous this man is.
His throat was tight, his body was out of his control, and his speech was almost out of tune. It took several times to say a sentence on and off: "You, you don't need to think too much... think more."
After several seconds, the man's hoarse voice sounded close to his ear: "I didn't think much about it."
Su Zui: "..."
Mr. Fu's ability to open his eyes and talk nonsense is getting stronger and stronger.
Fu Shijun proved his "don't think too much" with his actions.
The pile driver did not trip, but it was suspected that the line was short-circuited and became a perpetual motion machine.
Su Zui almost thought that he would never see the sun tomorrow. He fell asleep halfway through exhaustion, and was brought back to life again, half-dreaming and half-awake as if he was still in tears.
Finally, not knowing what to say, Fu Shijun kissed his ear and carried him to the bathroom.
Fu Shijun's actions can't be considered rude, and he takes care of his feelings as always. It's a tacit understanding after two years of running in. You don't need to pay special attention, and you can find the most comfortable way for each other.
It's just the feeling of being overdrawn, which is also crashing.
The first time he and Fu Shijun were so tired.
When Su Zui finally stood up like a salted fish in the bathtub, he suddenly raised his head and took a bite on the back of Fu Shijun's hand, leaving a row of neat teeth marks to express his inner resentment.
"Good." The man didn't frown, rubbed his chin lightly with his thumb, and coaxed in a hoarse voice: "It's my fault, I took a bath and went to bed first, and I'll be angry again tomorrow."
Yang Yuanhang.
He slowly recited the name in his mind, and a chilling coldness flashed across his eyes.
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Yang Yuanhang's life is not satisfactory.
After he was kicked out of the villa by Su Zui, he tried to save his lover who had been obedient to him.
But soon someone came out to threaten him, and if he saw him in City A again, he would be ruined.
Fame was the only thing he didn't lose. Yang Yuanhang didn't dare to take this bet, so he could only leave City A unwillingly.
However, he was unwilling to go back to that impoverished mountain village. After sending his mother back, he took tens of thousands of yuan in his card and rented a house in another city, intending to sell paintings for a living.
Never mind, he thought, he could still make a living on his own hands without the help of others.
In fact, however, his painting skills are really limited.
In the past, the original body liked him. In order to make him happy, he paid friends to buy his paintings, which gave him the illusion that his paintings were very popular.
As soon as he left the original body's help, his true level was exposed.
For a painting of average level, he also listed the price in the thousands or tens of thousands. It would be hell if someone bought it.
Not only could it not be sold, but it was also posted on professional forums.
"Hahahahaha poisonous, why is this kind of painting so embarrassing to put such a high price on? The juniors and juniors in the second year of our school can draw better than this!"
"Really or not? Are you so impatient?"
"This painting... To be honest, a few hundred is okay, and it would be funny if it was taller."
Yang Yuanhang angrily debated with people in the post, but he was ridiculed collectively. That day, the entire forum home page was dissing his post, which made his liver hurt.
In the end, it was too noisy, so he closed the post, thinking that these people were just jealous of him.
In this way, a few months later, he not only failed to earn a penny, but also spent seventy-eighty-eight of the money he had saved before.
It stands to reason that tens of thousands of yuan is not too small, and it is not a problem to live for a year or two if you save a little.
But Yang Yuanhang and the original body were too comfortable when they were together, and he didn't learn anything. He first learned to spend a lot of money.
After being driven away, he didn't know how to restrain himself. He picked up all the food, clothing, housing, and transportation. The money was like running water. It was a mere tens of thousands of yuan.
It wasn't until the landlord came to urge the rent, but he couldn't get it out, that Yang Yuanhang finally panicked.
He went to a small third-tier city close to his home, rented a cheap basement, and began to accept the reality, selling paintings at normal prices.
After a month, he was half exhausted, and the money he could earn was just enough to live on, and he could hardly save it.
The object can't be talked about, and occasionally use software to make an appointment with a person, and then leave after the appointment.
After two or three years of stumbling and stumbling, he started a blind date at the urging of his mother and was ready to get married and start a family.
It's just that he has no car, no house, unstable job, and poor family conditions. Except for a pretty good face, he can't do anything.
After dating several times, I found a young girl who was attracted by his face. After two months of talking, the parents of both parties had met, and they were planning to get married, but suddenly an accident happened.
Coincidentally, one of the girl's high school classmates had an appointment with Yang Yuanhang.
I saw their group photo in the circle of friends, and out of classmates, I politely reminded the girl.
This sentence blew up the hornet's nest, and the girl was also very angry. Within two days, she brought someone over to beat Yang Yuanhang!
"Dare to deceive the marriage and deceive the old lady, I will let you know what the present newspaper is!"
"Cheat marriage gay, dead scumbag, I bah!"
Yang Yuanhang was beaten to the point of being bruised all over, and he also broke a leg, and he didn't get out of bed for several days.
He called the police angrily, but the girl's family was very powerful in the local area. The police came over to take a look, and made a perfunctory record, and there was no more.
Yang Yuanhang was very injustice, but he was helpless. He had a broken leg, it was difficult to walk, and it was impossible to get back with revenge.
His injured leg was not properly dealt with because there was no shortage of money, and his recovery was very poor. The doctor said that it was almost inevitable that he would lame while walking.
Yang Yuanhang huddled in the damp and cold basement, dragging his injured leg and cursing others all day.
There was Su Zhimo who demolished the bridge across the river, Su Zui who ruthlessly abandoned him, and the bitch who broke his leg...
But at this time, he didn't know that disability was not the most terrifying thing.
A few days later, Mother Yang burst into his basement crying and rushing into his basement, ignoring his injuries, and came up crying and beating on him, looking desperate.
"Yuanhang, what's going on with your blind date? They took people and hung banners saying you're gay in the village, and they played loudspeakers over and over again. Now the whole village knows that you're a pervert with men!"
"Now when I go out, people are pointing at me behind my back, how do you make me behave like a man? Ah? I gave birth to you and raised you for so many years, just to make you hurt me so much? You debt collector! I knew it earlier. Today, I should have strangled you when you were born!"
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Zuizui: anger into salted fish! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻