MTL - The Decade of Deep Love-Chapter 13
Chapter XIII
He knows that he has been awake for more than twenty minutes. In addition to being smashed by Jiang Wenxu, he is not too uncomfortable.
Jiang Wenxu is cooking, and He Zhishu quietly stood at the door of the kitchen. I wondered how long it was so quiet and warm, how long it has not been seen. Jiang Wenxu is very good, wide shoulders, narrow buttocks, long legs, half-shouldered shirt sleeves, and the look of cooking is also very good. The thick eyebrows are slightly masculine.
When Jiang Wenxu turned around and saw He Zhishu, he was slightly surprised: "Wake up?" Then he laughed, and he did not see the previous rudeness: "You have a good time at this time, wake up to eat?"
He Zhishu whispered, came over to help clean up the dishes. After Jiang Wenxu’s tacit understanding, Zhang mouth tasted a dish that the man had caught: “It’s lighter, but don’t add salt. The taste is too heavy for the body.” After saying that He Zhishu’s stunned, he actually felt Two points are ridiculous.
At the time of eating, He Zhishu’s mood looked very good. Every dish was clipped, and his eyes were filled with some smiles and smiles. He only had a little bit of each dish and he boasted it once. It was just that smile slowly turned into a kind of grievance that was so strong that it could not be concealed, but He Zhishu still smiled, and the small dimple was on the thin left cheek: "Jiang Wenxu, why did you go early..."
It may be that the weak and spoiled ingredients of this sentence are heavier. Jiang Wenxu didn’t think much about it. Only when he was so cold in the days that he was so cold, he gave him a chopstick dish: “Let’s eat more, I’m going to I will definitely spend more time with you for this project."
He knows that the chopsticks are not moving, and his eyes are swept over by Jiang Wenxu’s slender hands. He has no words and no words: “What about your ring?”
Jiang Wenxu stunned, and did not respond for a while, and his guilty conscience. Unconsciously repeating the question: "Where is it..."
The ring Jiang Wenxu will never forget, it is the birthday gift that He Zhishu sent him nine years ago. For this surprise, he knows that he has ran a lot of hard orders, but he still has enough money to go to the end of the day. Silver ring. Plain and plain, soaked, even the decent pattern. After I bought it, He Zhishu held it every day. When I was working, I was able to write on it, and my hands were full of blood. When Jiang Wenxu took the ring, he was moved and distressed. He felt that it was the best thing in the world.
But how did you lose it? Jiang Wenxu is a bit embarrassed. The first time he was drunk with him, he was drunk, intoxicated and devoted himself. At that night, Jiang Wenxu regarded the intoxication as a He Zhishu. The child was quite like the 18-year-old boy’s He Zhishu, and his hair was black. It is soft, and his eyes are clear and innocent. When he asks for him, he will also call Jiang Ge with a spoiled tone. The ring was lost after that night, and I was drunk and said that I didn't see it. It should be drunk and I don't know where I fell.
After wearing the ring for seven years, Jiang Wenxu really felt uncomfortable for a while, but He Zhishu did not pay attention. After a long time, he was forgotten by him. Jiang Wenxu also thought about when to customize a pair of diamonds for He Zhishu. Ok. But the intoxication is too sticky and the company is busy, and it has been delayed.
He Zhishu suddenly asked, Jiang Wenxu did not know how to answer. Fortunately, there is no point in the knowledge of Jiang Wenxu. He hangs his throat and insults a spoonful of soup: "It’s okay, it’s not worth anything..."
"I lost it when I lost it..." It was like losing me. He did not say the latter part of the sentence, he has been used to grievances, and even can control the eyes not in the red.
Jiang Wenxu’s throat screamed and smirked: “Where is it forgotten? I won’t lose it. Do you have to change your pair if you have time? Even if the fifteenth anniversary is not over, we still have a second decade. It."
He knows that he doesn't talk, and puts chopsticks to wash his hands: "You eat, I go to burn some water. It's fine to call me."
Jiang Wenxu looked at the back of He Zhishu's eyebrows. His heart was except for He Zhishu. Others were adjusting things, adjusting his boring life, pretending to be passionate. Nowadays, the days are empty, why is He Zhishu But makes him feel strange?
He is always looking for excitement, and he really feels tired of He Zhishu when he is stimulating his body and mind, but now it seems that this is not the case. Jiang Wenxu suddenly felt a little tired.
