Chapter 62:

Chapter 62
Jiang Wenxu didn't expect Ai Ziyu to suddenly start, and his cheeks were hard and a punch. He slammed the wind and slammed it with the next punch. Jiang Wenxu did not fight back, and he was very embarrassed to hide.
Jiang Wenxu is not a temper who can eat and lose money. From small to large, he has a kind of paranoid enthusiasm. Apart from facing He Zhishu, he never knows what to endure. But today, he really doesn't want to fight people to see the wounds, and the posture is too bad.
"I don't want to fight with you," Jiang Wenxu said with a sigh of blood: "I want to bring my people home."
Ai Ziyu’s only sneer:
Tell me this, you match?

Jiang Wenxu tweeted his eyebrows: "We have two people, you are an outsider to blend. Do you have any position to say that I am not worthy?" He has no vocabulary that is too ugly, but the words are sharp, and it is natural for Ai Ziyu. a scornful gesture. He seems to be the one who knows the best of He Zhishu.
Ai Ziyu did not speak for a while, and did not continue to do it with impulsiveness. He just stared at Jiang Wenxu, his eyes were inquiring, and there were some puzzles and simple puzzles that were difficult to understand.
Ai Ziyu opened his mouth again and his voice was very light: "...what is he, just look at you like this..." In addition to the skin, what is good?
"Don't use your shallow judgment to question us and give back to me." Jiang Wenxu's voice is cold, not revealing the growing awkwardness and pain he has accumulated.
Ai Ziyu suddenly laughed and filled with ridicule: "Shallow judgment? General Jiang, you should know how to know me and the book?"
"In November, when Beijing was in the first snow, he came to take the checklist. I was alone, wearing a bloated down jacket, and I was suffocating. I didn't ask if he had any other relatives because he was not The first time I came.
Ai Ziyu’s throat screamed and paused.
From the beginning, I have only been himself. There are no relatives, friends, or lovers. When I was doing bone marrow puncture, I was so painful. Hey. Later I sent him flowers. Although he was deductive, but his eyes could not sell people, he was actually very happy, but the next day he sent me back the flowers. At that time, his eyes were bleak, black and dark. I can't see a little hope."
Jiang Wenxu’s heart was sore and painful that he was so violent. The pain that He Zhishu suffered in just a few months has no impression in his mind. What were you doing at the time? Traveling, business expansion, no nights... and lover. Later, the potted flower Jiang Wenxu was impressed, but it was also the little joy and hope that he once again annihilated He Zhishu.
"I originally thought that he was alone in Beijing, and there was no close person around him. But one time he saw his hickey on the neck and learned that he had a homosexual, and he already had a thought in his heart. How can I not get it? That is me. The first time I saw the light, I was a distressed person."
Ai Ziyu never sleeps for a night, and now the eyes are mixed with bloodshot red, and he looks at Jiang Wenxu’s eyes: "You don't know, you know how much he loves you, why don't you give him a way to live? He had promised chemotherapy. Why did he not come when I sent him home that day? He stayed in Beijing, why did he suddenly go?"
Jiang Wenxu’s lips trembled uncontrollably, and he opened his mouth in vain, and half of the sound could not come out. He did what he did, and he knew best. He suspected that He Zhishu and the doctor were unclear, and the bad emotions could not be controlled. He moved his hand to He Zhishu and said swear words, and rude was like rape. He did not look at the intoxication, and completely refused the last point of He Zhishu.
"...I know it's my fault..." Jiang Wenxu lowered his head and couldn't see any light in his eyes: "I really..."
Ai Ziyu went up and interrupted Jiang Wenxu’s second half of the sentence with a punch. Jiang Wenxu did not hide.
"Is it late?! Ah?! Don't you feel late?" Ai Ziyu went to Jiang Wenxu's collar: "I will give you a chance to compensate. Nothing else, you don't think he loves you." Are you going to persuade him to heal the disease now! Do you know that you can make him better if you are wrong? You can't!"
Ai Ziyu is gasping and has no ordinary gentle shadow: "There are things that you can solve without knowing that you are wrong! Can you offset the men and women who have played outside when you are wrong? You are wrong." Can he make up for the coldness and suffering he has suffered for so many years? You can't! You will only be fooled by yourself!"
Jiang Wenxu’s body trembled and swayed at the moment Ai Ziyu loosened his clothes. His lips have become dark purple, but he still barely straightened his waist and turned into a kneeling position.
... everyone thought he didn't love the book. Zhang Jingwen, Ai Ziyu, Ai Ziqian, friends who are still in contact. Are they wrong, or are they cheating themselves? Jiang Wenxu lowered his head and the sun couldn't see his eyes, but he still seemed to see the boy in the window seat when he was young, exquisite white, frowning when thinking about the problem; also seemed to see the room waiting for himself to come back forever. The youth, the eyes are gentle and gentle, and slowly learn all the work that women in the family will do.
He loves to know the book and loves the He Zhishu at all times. I like the young and thin boy who loves to watch Jane, and loves the young people who have always been tolerant in those years. Love has always been this person.
"You let him see me." Although Jiang Wenxu still stated his sentence, it has become a request.
Ai Ziyu only decided to look at the man who was kneeling in front of his eyes. At the same age as himself, he was described by Ai Ziqian as a "hard-wound" and "old fox". He did not speak for a moment, only turned quickly, opened the door and entered the house, and then it was a locked door.
When Ai Ziyu entered the house, he felt the change of the atmosphere. When he looked up to the second floor, he saw that He Zhishu had come out of the bedroom. He looked down at the floor-to-ceiling windows that were half covered by the curtains. I don’t know. how long.