The Decade of Deep Love

Chapter 32

He knows that his eyes are wide open, and he is shocked even not struggling in the first place. When he felt that the tip of the other tongue had tried to reach the entrance cavity, He Zhishu reacted and bit the man.

Ai Ziyu released the He Zhishu, and the **** smell in his mouth made him seem sober. He wanted to apologize to He Zhishu, or a friend gave him a soothing hug, but he looked up and saw only the pale face of He Zhishu and his dislike and distrust of him.

"Knowing the book..." Ai Ziyu carefully called the name of He Zhishu and wanted to reach out and touch the back of his hand. The next second was opened, followed by a loud slap.

He Zhishu pushed Ai Ziyu out of bed and said nothing. He had nothing in his eyes, only the door.

Ai Ziyu is busy holding his wrist: "It's my fault, you are in poor health, and you will go back later, okay?"

He Zhishu clenched his teeth and tried to pull his wrist out of the doctor's hand. Ai Ziyu was afraid of hurting him and could only let go. He is indeed impulsive today, and like a demon, his body is not controlled by the brain.

"Knowledge, know the book," Ai Ziyu couldn't stop him. He could only follow him step out of the lounge and walk through the corridor of the hospital: "I really like you, do you really dislike me?"

He Zhishu suddenly stopped. He looked back at Ai Ziyu. After watching it for a long time, he turned his eyes away. The voice of He Zhishu was gentle and soft: "I just don't want to see you doing so wrong, not you are not good. I know that I can't miss the future."

It is very strange that Ai Ziyu did not care about the rejection and alienation of He Zhishu. He realized that He Zhishu was too anxious to forget to take the jacket. The sick person's immunity is not good, they are afraid of cold, and He Zhishu's disease is particularly fierce. I am afraid that it will be burned when it is cold and cold.

Ai Ziyu was flustered and even took some of his troubles and took off his white coat. He turned his clothes back to He Zhishu. The voice almost pleaded: "Don't say it, I won't force you. It's too cold. I will send you home early. You want to refuse me to get on the bus and say, can't you?"

He Zhishu’s heart jerked a bit, and at this moment he suddenly had some grievances for Ai Ziyu. The young and multi-gold doctor, when he first saw it, was still self-disciplined, but now he will easily red-ey his eyes, beg for his opinions with such humble questions, and ask him if he can’t do it, okay, is it abandon? he. how could be? So good one person. He Zhishu always treats doctors as close friends, and even if things become what they are, they are reluctant to embarrass him.

The doctor saw that He Zhishu had no intention of struggling, or he was very careful to try to convey the cold hand of the book. Ai Ziyu's hand was dry and warm, and he couldn't help but want to give the person a little warmth. He took the cold hand and finally changed from a tight grip to a ten-finger.

When I got on the car, I heard the white shackles. But in the end, he did not throw it aside. He only hesitated and folded the clothes neatly.

Ai Ziyu rarely realized that a heart is being held in the hands of others. What is the taste of the heart, the heart is broken in the last second, this moment can still taste the kind of sweetness in pain.

He turned the air conditioner temperature up and slowed down.

"I'm sorry." Finally, Ai Ziyu broke the silence first: "But I think it's true that I like someone. I am wrong not to get close to you without your consent."

He Zhishu turned the silver ring of the right hand ring finger, and Capricorn over and over again:

"I was wrong. The gentleness you gave was passed, and the warmth was coveted, but there was no way to return the help you gave. No matter what you hold around me, it is true to me."

"I don't think about this idea for you at all." Ai Ziyu felt that his heart was insulted.

He knows that he understands, he laughs: "Not just."

The car is still parked at the door, and He Zhishu gets off the car and knocks on the window of the driver's seat. When the window came down, He Zhishu smiled weakly: "Look, if it wasn't for me, it would be too appetizing, a body, and it would make you comfortable and comfortable."

Ai Ziyu’s face turned white for a moment, and there was no color in his mouth: “I never knew that you could be cruel to this point.” The knife slashed into the heart, but even the murder was gone. blood.

He knows that his clothes are in the wind, and his eyes can still reveal a few gorgeous colors. The whole year is full of beauty. He waved and turned and quickly disappeared into Ai Ziyu’s sight.

It is not necessarily whoever falls in love with someone, such as Jiang Wenxu.

But you have to fall in love with someone who is destined to not love you, such as Ai Ziyu.

When He Zhishu opened the door and entered the house, his hands were frozen and some of them were stiff. While sighing and changing shoes, I saw the pair of Italian carved 16-hole leather shoes that Jiang Wenxu wore in the morning and found that there were people at home.

Jiang Wenxu was very busy, and he left early and went home late. During the day, he couldn’t attend to He Zhishu. No one can delay anyone, the man is busy with his career, and He Zhishu goes to the hospital himself, just right. He knows a look at the watch, only five o'clock in the afternoon, he really did not expect Jiang Wenxu to come back so early.

Jiang Wenxu heard the sound of opening the door. He Zhishu went to the house and walked a few steps to open the door of the study. The man still had a pure English financial statement in his hand, and a low-grade gold-lined border glasses was placed on the bridge of his nose. Jiang Wenxu’s voice is gentle: “Talk to me about what you are going to do.”

He Zhishu inexplicably beat a chill.