Chapter 40:

Chapter 40
The intoxicating and beautiful face is the stubbornness of never falling, and he is very firm: "If I was with him at that time, I can accept it."
He Zhishu’s fingers trembled. Maybe, but who can know? He Zhishu only knows that there is no endless entertainment for Jiang Wenxu. There are not so many friends who can look at his knives. He does not have a true lover who is willing to accompany him.
So He Zhishu smiled and brought some cold sharpness: "Do you like him? Why do you like it?"
"I love him very much," I was so intoxicated: "Why do you have a reason to love someone, of course, I think he is good everywhere."
It is good to be young. Saying that childishness does not know itself will be simple and beautiful.
He Zhishu felt that his body was colder and touched his forehead, which seemed to be hotter than before. He felt that it was a little hard to talk: "It's no wonder that you like him. That kind of man... looks good. When you like you, it's all kind of gentle, it hurts people, sweet words go hand in hand..."
He Zhishu began to feel the coldness of his body infiltrated, just like the barrier that has always blocked the wind and rain was torn apart, and the cold wind slammed into it: "Yes... If Jiang Wenxu wants to be alone, he will be reluctant to give a little grievance. That person will receive. He will paint for you, pick flowers for you, fight for you, even in bed, I can't bear to see you cry..." Until later, He Zhishu didn't know what he was talking about, his head was a little dizzy. I can't tell my emotions.
It’s sorrowful to say that it’s sad, it’s unwilling, or it’s self-deception, and you’re trying to sink into your own illusion.
The door of the room was not closed, the kitten was very hungry, and the door didn't know how long it was pulled by their little claws. It actually pushed a seam.
When I saw the cats, the intoxicating face was white to the extent of He Zhishu.
He Zhishu slightly slowed down, he asked: "Are you afraid of cats?"
"He... isn't he the most hated animal?"
He knows that the kitten gently pushes the kitten that licks his trousers and whispers: "The man is soft and does not eat hard. If you don't want it, you don't have to reason with him. Grind him, soft and spoil. He can't help, except for a few days in the cold, there is nothing else to bear."
The tone of He Zhishu is very gentle. He doesn't seem to realize that he is teaching another person how to make the people he likes helpless.
However, the intoxicated face is even more declining. In fact, when He Zhishu began to talk about how the man would be nice when he really liked it, more and more self-deception can't change the fact that Jiang Wenxu is true to himself. There is no extra friendship.
He thought that the man's indifference was instinct, thinking that Jiang Wenxu just wouldn't love someone, thinking that all the unspoken words of that person were unintentional.
It can't be the original. Jiang Wenxu will not accompany him to do all the things that a couple will do. He has never talked sweetly about him, let alone painting and picking flowers. He is also thinking, when Jiang Wenxu hurts a person, will he really want to cry on his bed? He only knew that he was often injured when he first started with Jiang Wenxu. The man also had a suffocating sigh in the bed. He squatted and didn't have a gentle touch. Intoxicated, crying often, crying very painful, crying and asking, Jiang Wenxu never cares, he just stunned and cried, sometimes lazy: "You really can't I will change."
When his dog was forced to deal with it, he indulged in Jiang Wenxu for a week. The soft was not tried, and he even wanted to play with the SM that Jiang Wenxu was not professional at all. As a result, there was no half life in that drunk, and the dog gave away.
Intoxicated to stand up from the sofa, he thought, why bother? Isn’t it self-sufficient to come here? Jiang Wenxu’s family, a man with a fragile porcelain, is reluctant to vent and vent, is he still worth a lot of thoughts?
But intoxication is not reconciled. What is he who can't compare with the person in front of him, just rely on the suffering he has eaten with Jiang Wenxu? He can't do it, but it's been a bad time.
Intoxicated and smiling, beautiful and clean like a garden jasmine: "Are you quarreling last night?"
"Really, every time I get angry, I ran to me. The child's temper couldn't be changed." I was so helpless that I couldn't help but complain: "I urged him not to look for anger. He said he couldn't let go of the old feelings. Everyone is Man, of course, I understand him, it is nothing more than a relationship between you and him."
Indulging in a slow and sloppy coat, smiled and said: "But Jiang Wenxu is really determined to make a break with the previous one. After ten years of wearing a ring, throwing and throwing it, although it is not a valuable thing, is it good that someone else is not a heart? I still Counting the heart and helping you stay, will you bring it to you in about a time?"
The half-sentence of He Zhishu’s heart can’t be said, and the palms are cold. His fingers, his lips, and even his entire body were shaking. He knows that he can't wait for the pain of the whole heart to jump out. He points to the door and bites his teeth: "Go out!"
I am so addicted to my eyebrows that I am not entangled.
The moment the door closed, He Zhishu slammed to the ground. He pressed his back against his lips, and a large amount of blood stains ooze out of his fingers.
It turns out that it is this feeling that you don’t want to be born.
It is better to die clean. One hundred.