Chapter 37:


Chapter 37
It may be that the expression of He Zhishu is too cold, and Jiang Wenxu, who wants to apologize and then turn the page forward, can’t help but feel a little bored. He remembers that He Zhishu is good, and it is the kind of soft character, as long as he is willing to apologize for everything.
But this time it is not.
It’s not that this time the He Zhishu looked at how chilly and strong he couldn’t listen to it. He even suffered so much grievances and noisy. But what is different in the end, He Zhishu did not see Jiang Wenxu's habitual smile, his cheeks were thin to completely lose the dimples, and even his eyes were dark and stunned.
"... Brother is out of the way, there are some bureaus that can't be pushed. You know that when you run with me for a few years, sometimes money-and-trade transactions are inseparable, even if you don't like it, you have to leave a few faces for the East." Jiang Wenxu I didn't want to pick these things to He Zhishu. Once he didn't know where He Zhishu heard it, he said how much, and he said that he was more wrong. Secondly, he really didn't have a conscience. He used to think that he was playing seamlessly. I don’t feel that when I want to say to the person I really care about, I feel uncomfortable.
"In the past two years, the business has become bigger and bigger, and my brother is getting more and more busy. I know that the grievances have left you cold, but there is no way. Shopping malls, such as the battlefield, I don’t have to fight for the bones that people have to eat. I don't want you to be wronged. I don't care if I get tired. I just want to know when I have enough money to take you out of the country... It doesn't matter where I go, I can get married. It saves you a little fool who is thinking about the illusion." Jiang Wenxu After the shoulders of He Zhishu, there was a real feeling of truth and truth. He finally couldn't help but think, these are really the minds of his childhood. Fragrant and vigorously give the He Zhishu a bright future.
Jiang Wenxu couldn't help but laugh. He wasn't very young. When he really smiled, he had fine lines in his eyes, but it was more introverted and gentle.
He knows that he has overcome any bleak feelings. When he went to the hospital to check the test sheet by himself, when the chemotherapy was painful and the station could not stand up, when he was alone at home, he was groggy and burned all day, and the pain had already reached. What? He Zhishu does not describe it, but he clearly knows that this must not be covered by the word "grievance". Grievances are blame for those who are willing to grieve their own, and they are arrogant and arrogant. It is definitely not as embarrassing as he is, comforting his own sorrow.
No one hurts you, what qualification do you have to be wronged?
He Zhishu didn't want to listen to Jiang Wenxu's sweet words hiding the cold arrows. However, I want to ask for a forgiveness in exchange for hurting others, and then I will continue to be gentle and affectionate as before, and he is still too busy to refuse the "invitation" of the club.
nausea.
He Zhishu earned the arms of Jiang Wenxu, and he endured a sore body and got up.
"Know the book, don't make trouble." Jiang Wenxu grasped the wrist of He Zhishu.
He Zhishu jerked back. He stared at Jiang Wenxu's eyes. He didn't want to say a half sentence in his mouth. He was troubled? What is it? How is it? Can the man not endure this trouble?
Jiang Wenxu was stunned by the cold and sharp eyes of He Zhishu, but he still did not let go of the hand holding the wrist of He Zhishu: "Knowing, I know that I was impulsive last night, you can beat me, I will do it. I want to say what I want to hear. You see, don’t let your brother panic."
"I am standing like this, standing stubbornly, hitting you?" He Zhishu’s voice was hoarse and he was struggling to be very slow to bite every word: "My tongue, the words are unclear, 骂You? Please explain?"
He knows that he can't help but cough and his face is even worse. He didn't waste much time, Jiang Wenxu just let go of his hand and he struggled into the bathroom.
Jiang Wenxu licked his temple and said nothing. I can only go out to the kitchen and have hot porridge, then go to the balcony and smoke a half pack. Jiang Wenxu doesn't know what to do. His first book is so angry, maybe... it’s been a long, long, sad grievance.
People are like this. Once the self-righteous foolproofness is broken, the former indifferent and carelessness are gone, and the eagerness to remedy is irritating.
When He Zhishu came out of the bathroom, Jiang Wenxu had already extinguished the smoke. The tall man walked into the kitchen silently, and looked like a wolf dog that was unprovoked by the owner.
He knows that his head is low, he wants to cry, so he tells himself over and over again that it is all fake. What can be worthy of nostalgia for fake? When you are gone, there will be another person here. However, he still hates Jiang Wenxu. It has already changed beyond recognition. However, he has tried to use his own moths that were more than a decade old. He even thought that leaving the whole soul would tear it.
"Slightly cool and eat again, or hurt more in your mouth." Jiang Wenxu gently stirred the thick porridge in the bowl and smelled very fragrant: "Sure enough, I am still the best at porridge."
Naturally, there was no response. Jiang Wenxu smiled and said to himself: "Okay... probably because the porridge is the easiest."
Jiang Wenxu wanted to feed He Zhishu and the result was rejected. He also didn't care too much, only holding his chin to focus on the He Zhishu.
This old man looks really good, and his deep eyes are particularly embarrassing when he looks at people.
He knows that the knowledge is very clear, so he does not look up.
He doesn't eat much. It's really a painful mouth. It's a bit of a pain, and it doesn't have any appetite. It's enough to eat even a small bowl.
Jiang Wenxu was somewhat distressed and did not advise him to eat more. Just stand up and hold the hand of the book: "I am going to give you some medicine, better."
He Zhishu did not have the strength to refuse a man with a dead skin, and was taken to the sofa to sit down.
Jiang Wenxu took the medicine and gently pinched the cheek of He Zhishu. The low male voice was gentle enough to kill the man: "Hey, open your mouth."
Sure enough, the injury was very serious. Jiang Wenxu was distracted when Jingwen was treated last night. Today, I look more shocked. More than a dozen white and white wounds on the inner surface of the bright red mouth, the bite marks on the tongue are deep, and there are still tooth marks. Is this trying to bite the tongue or what?
"You are really sincere about yourself." Jiang Wenxu frowned, his hands and feet could not be lightly applied to the He Zhishu.
He knows the strange smell of medicine in his mouth, and his heart feels the bitterness. he thinks--
Jiang Wenxu, you are more embarrassed about me.
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