I should have known that you were a jerk!

Chapter 10

After Lu Zechuan left, Ou Che hurriedly sat down beside Fu Zhifeng without fear of death, and asked gossip with his eyes blinking.

"Is that why you really gave him the phone number and Q number?"

Fu Zhifeng's voice was very cold: "Nonsense."

"So frank and enthusiastic? ... Okay so frank and direct?"

The person who was asked the question twitched the corners of his mouth flatly, tapped the glass tabletop in front of him with his slender white fingers, and then turned his gaze back, and then replied like a gentleman: "It's not a secret file, it's hidden and covered. Isn't that a fool?"

Ou Che, who was hiding and clutching the KTV, felt that he had been shot in the knee: "..."

Sir, you are so sharp!

"What's more," the uncle continued to add with a gentle smile, "didn't you also send the number just now?"

With a whoosh, Ou Che got another arrow in his knee: "..."

He decided to try his best to stretch out his blood-stained hands to climb out of the city wall and this cage, so he said, "Fu Zhifeng."

Uncle Fu Zhifeng let out a lazily "hmm".

Ou Che was dumb: "You are really a scum."

"Hey!" The young man turned his head and sneered lightly. Through the gap between the black hair, the blue eyes glanced at Ou Che with a blank face to one side, and then Ou Che's stupid face was reflected in his eyes very clearly. .

He suddenly remembered what Lu Zechuan said - then I can be sure you are a scum - squinted his eyes, he raised the corners of his lips to show a gentle smile, but the words he said were mocking IQ Means, "You just found out?"

The hand that was about to climb out of the city wall lost its grip. The owner of the hand fell into the cliff, opened his mouth and looked up in horror, and let out a silent scream.

Ou Che fell silent.

How the hell did I discover your mental illness a long time ago!

Is this kind of thing still needed to be discovered?

He sniffed the snot in his heart, but he still had a blank expression on his face—even though both the expression in his heart and the expression on his face were actually quite stupid.

He now feels that the lights above his head are shit sent by God to mock him--that sex can't be like hot sex any more!

Ou Che raised his middle finger at the chandelier from the bottom of his heart, then turned around angrily.

Fu Zhifeng glanced at him, sneered, and played with the silver spoon that was wiped clean and almost gleaming.

I have to say, the pair of slender and fair hands playing with the spoon is still pretty.

As if suddenly remembering something, Fu Zhifeng next to him said "oh", causing Ou Che to immediately look back at him.

"..." Fu Zhifeng calmly ignored his friend's idiot appearance, and glanced at his sister who was talking about his sister with a mess of black hair curled up on the sofa, and then he slightly raised his eyebrows and frowned. Then he said to the silent Ou Che: "Ou Che, I remember you said that Lu Zechuan's looks suit your taste."

this thing?

Ousha breathed out silently in his heart, and then carefully recalled this matter in his mind.

"...Oh yes." Ou Che thought for a while and nodded, "Why are you asking?" He asked, and then understood Fu Zhifeng's meaning in the next second, he continued with a dull face, "Lu Ze Chuan’s appearance is to my liking, but his personality is still suitable for a buddy—I still prefer cute and coquettish people, and the kind of wild cat type can be used as fun occasionally.”

Fu Ziyan looked up at him quietly, then quickly looked away before Ou Che found out.

Fu Zhifeng noticed her action, but he didn't expose it, he just looked away and said, "Well, then you are considered a scumbag."

Hehe, it's far worse than you.

Before Ou Che had time to complain, he was interrupted by Fu Ziyan's words——

"I said, do you think Brother Chuan is gay or straight?"

Ou Che turned to look at her: "Brother Chuan?"

Fu Ziyan stared back with ghostly eyes: "That's not the point!"

"Hahahaha, of course I know that's not the point. The point is that I know Lu Zechuan's sexuality. Well, Lu Zechuan..." Ou Che stretched out his hand and rubbed his chin, "...he must be gay."

"...Ha... Sure enough..." Fu Ziyan muttered in a low voice, and then quietly continued to shrink her body into a ball.

Suddenly, the private room became inexplicably quiet.The accompaniment of the song was still going on, but none of the three people spoke any more, they were silently thinking in various postures.

The chandelier above the head softly casts a dim yellow light, and Fu Zhifeng can hear the sound it makes when it shakes. The creaking sound is a bit insignificant in this private room, but it does not prevent whether it can be clearly transmitted to the ears of the people in the private room .

Fu Zhifeng suddenly let out a nasal snort.

The other two people in the private room immediately looked back at him.

"Double," he said.

Neither of them responded: "Huh?"

Ignoring the warm gazes cast on him by the two, Fu Zhifeng looked at the light yellow glass table in front of him, his eyes were half-downcast, his curled eyelashes covered his eyes, and the look in his eyes slowly closed, he picked up the glass table in front of him wine glass, "He's bisexual."

After Lu Zechuan bought a mobile phone, he returned to the apartment without stopping.

After all, there is nothing to enjoy when it rains, and Lu Zechuan doesn’t have the leisure to do things like appreciating the rain—occasionally when he is full, he will, um.

Quickly put the card into the phone, turn on the phone, enter a number, quickly type a few words on the keyboard with slender fingers, click send, send, send successfully—OK, everything is over.

Throwing the phone aside casually, Lu Zechuan's body fell back suddenly, and then the whole person fell on the bed with a "bang", and the fine dust was splashed up invisible to the naked eye.

"Hmm—" He closed his eyes comfortably and rubbed his face on the soft bed like some kind of animal, then slowly curled up, covered the white quilt over his body, and even retracted his head into the quilt , until he completely turned into a ball, and then stopped moving.

"It's much warmer, ha."

Then he yawned: "...Well, I will never wear short sleeves on rainy days again."

The breath of cold rain still lingered on his body, some wet black hair stuck to his cheeks, and the drops of water ran across his cheeks along the arc of his sideways body, and then fell on the dry and soft sheets, forming a dark circle .Lu Zechuan shuddered, and continued to lie on the bed regardless, not thinking of cleaning himself up.

With his eyes closed, he tapped the sheets, waiting for the phone to ring.

But no, the mobile phone has always been lying safely in the corner of the bed, maintaining its original posture.

"...Why haven't you sent me a text message?" He curled up under the blanket and said to himself, "It's so slow...it's not normal..."

The hot air he exhaled while speaking sprayed on his hands, making Lu Zechuan feel a little warmer, and then he blinked his black eyes, his eyes were stained with weapons, he stared at his fingers, and continued to mutter: "Could it be that he changed his mobile phone too? "

As soon as this idea appeared in his mind, Lu Zechuan crossed out the possibility.

He reckoned that Jiang Hang didn't wear his mobile phone on his body, maybe Jiang Hang is now doing assault training for entering the military academy—although he doesn't think that his cousin needs any assault training at all—so today is probably impossible Texted back.

So he was going to sleep like this.

However, when tiredness hit his mind little by little, and his breathing gradually became soothing and peaceful, the text message on the phone rang.

The sound of "dinglinglinglingling" is not to mention more pleasant.

Lu Zechuan could guess who sent the text message with his toes - only Jiang Hang knows his mobile phone number, yes, he sent a text message to tell him - so he slowly opened his eyes and lowered his voice He cursed "Fuck", then lifted the sheet, shivered and grabbed the phone.

The message Jiang Hang sent was not long, but it fully reflected his style of Jiang's old mother——

——Have you changed your phone?What happened to the original phone?

Lu Zechuan curled his lips as he looked at the message, and replied two words stingily - fell.

Then wrapped in a quilt and leaning against the cold wall, holding the phone in one hand, rubbing his eyes with the other, and yawning sleepily, he waited for another "ding ling ling ling" from the phone.

The other end quickly returned a few words - your dad called?You fell again?Too much money is not such a way to spend it, Mr. Second Generation Ancestor.

"...If you want to receive that call, you have to drop your phone." Lu Zechuan looked at the phone screen calmly with his black eyes, muttered a few words, then remembered the KTV room he went to this morning, and said unceremoniously With a sneer, he moved his finger quickly on the screen, and a line of words appeared - if the real second generation ancestor is as thrifty as me, the second generation ancestor's father would laugh like crazy in his dreams!

After thinking about it, he still deleted the string of words and replaced them with three short words——not important.

It means that the money is not important.

Jiang Hang looked at these words, smiled helplessly, took the towel from the friend who teased, "Oh, it's your cousin with the second-school child", and wiped the wet hair that was still dripping with one hand , before the other hand had time to touch the phone screen, the phone suddenly vibrated, so the finger that hadn't had time to retract touched the answer button.

"..." He simply held the phone to his ear, "Hello?"

A familiar young voice came from the other end: "I, the second generation ancestor Lu Zechuan."

Jiang Hang froze for a moment, then walked forward and said, "Didn't you send a text message? Why did you suddenly call?"

The boy on the other end seemed to click his tongue, and then Jiang Hang heard the words with Lu Zechuan's inertial impatience and a little sweet tone——

"It's annoying."

...and with his customary brevity.

"You're really patient." Jiang Hang was obviously used to Lu Zechuan's speaking habits. He smiled, bent down, and continued to search for something from the cabinet, "Tell me, why did you fall?" cell phone."

The young man on the other end probably rolled his eyes. After the time passed, Lu Zechuan's voice rang again: "His phone."

"Really!" Jiang Hang whispered, and before Lu Zechuan wanted to ask, he raised his voice, "What did he say?"

The person on the other end of the phone probably stopped moving all of a sudden, and the faint sound of tossing the bed sheet that could be heard just now stopped immediately. Similarly, there was no answer: "..."

He repeated: "What did he say that you dropped your phone."

"..."

silence.

Jiang Hang smiled very gently, and did not urge Lu Zechuan to answer again.

"Hey Jiang Hang Jiang Hang—where did I put my beef jerky?" the person who rented with him asked at the top of his voice in the next room.

Jiang Hang looked up, took the phone away, and shouted, "On the table in the living room!"

"Thank you!" The roommate waved his hand, turned around and left, Jiang Hang could still see the dancing flesh on those arms from such a distance.

Smiling, he put the phone close to his ear again, only to find that there was still silence on the other end.

"..." Jiang Hang suddenly wanted to turn on the speakerphone, to hear if Lu Zechuan was still holding the phone, instead of throwing the phone aside with a face full of uncles, but he still took a deep breath and held back. After thinking for a while, he turned off the TV and sat by the window, continuing to wait quietly for Lu Zechuan's answer.

He knew that Lu Zechuan would answer.

"... want me to go to his wedding." As expected, the person on the other end spoke slowly after being silent for a long time, and his voice was particularly weak.

"...Oh." After being silent for a while, Jiang Hang gave a tone that seemed too plain, and then he asked, "What about you, how did you answer?"

This time Lu Zechuan answered without pause: "I dropped my phone."

"...As expected, you are still a child." Jiang Hang couldn't help sighing, but Lu Zechuan on the other end retorted. He glanced out the window and continued, "Don't ask me to do the same."

"I won't." He turned around and poured himself a glass of water. The transparent liquid was poured into the same transparent glass, and the golden sunlight shining into the room allowed him to clearly see some Flying fine dust, and then his voice slowly sounded in this seemingly peaceful soundtrack: "Do you think it's worth it? A wedding makes you so angry?"

"...Is that not the case? Am I crying? Don't make fun of me." Lu Zechuan's voice was quite calm, without any ups and downs, and even a little smile, compared to the voice that suddenly raised when he mentioned his biological father before It's been much better.

But not enough.

"You're changing the subject." Jiang Hang rubbed his temples. After closing his eyes, he stared at the glass filled with water in front of him. Because it was summer, even if it was raining, he couldn't see the lingering white air that is common in winter.

The person on the other end seemed to sneer, and his tone of voice was full of sarcasm: "I don't have any need to change the subject. Stop teasing me."

"Really." Jiang Hang looked calm, even as usual, with a tolerant smile on his face: "You know how you should treat this wedding. If you don't go to the wedding, plus your previous all Attitude and future attitudes, do you think those things that should belong to you will still belong to you? Just watch that person take your things away for a moment of pleasure? Do you think he will always tolerate you and not take away those properties? You It's—" He heard his voice suddenly cool down, "Stop teasing."

"..." Then there was silence again.

Jiang Hang didn't make a sound, just held the phone and kept breathing steadily.

"I know what you want to say." The boy on the other end suddenly spoke, and the boy's clear voice came through the phone, appearing unexpectedly calm, without anger or indifference, but Jiang Hang felt that this was precisely what was most terrifying. "But don't forget, that woman has the same status as him to me. It's no big deal. I don't care about her property."

Jiang Hang felt that he couldn't get angry at him anymore, so he helplessly called out the boy's name: "Lu Zechuan——"

"Oh, someone is ringing the doorbell. The takeaway is here." The boy's voice was calm, but the suddenly raised volume had already told Jiang Hang what the boy was going to do next——

With a "bang", he heard the boy drop the newly bought mobile phone on some soft object.

...Fortunately, it is really a soft object.

The author has something to say:

hhhhh help, I think Fu Zhifeng x Ou Che, Xipi is a perfect match, how can I break it!Otherwise, how about you ignore the first nine chapters and take this as the beginning of the main text of this article!In fact, Ou Che is the genuine receiver and Lu Zechuan is the third party used to further their relationship! ! !Lu Zechuan's true love is actually his gentle cousin Jiang Hang! ! ! ! !If you can accept it, I will immediately lock this article for revision!

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...it's all just a joke.

You're too stupid to ignore me.

Ok.

Be sure to ignore me.

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