Chapter 111： (1/2)
On the other side, Zhou Jinheng received the picture sent by Yin Minglu, and he was really shocked. He didn't expect that he had just confessed to Qiao Ann in the last second, and the suspicion was implied. The next second he received the ambiguity between the other party and his girlfriend. Bed photo. In the photo, Qiao An was undressed, her long arm was holding her girlfriend, and the other hand was smoking cigarettes after the incident. His facial expressions were so interesting that even a man could understand.
Zhou Jinheng's heart was hurt even more, because this bed photo was all reminding him that Qiao An himself was a straight man. Even if Qiao An broke up with the white girlfriend named Emily, it is impossible for him to be Zhou Jinheng in terms of the other's sexual orientation, and his final fantasy was brutally pierced.
He even wondered why Qiao Ann sent him this photo. Was it accidentally a mistake? Didn't Qiao An just tell him that he broke up with his girlfriend? What about this bed photo? Is it showing that you are nostalgic or telling others that they are getting back together again? Zhou Jinheng didn't dare to ask, nor did he dared to think about it. The more he thought about it, there was a scar in his heart.
After Yin Minglu got home from work, he saw Zhou Jinheng holding gold-framed glasses with messy hair, and a few bottles of wine without a lid in front of him. He was quite embarrassed by the use of alcohol to help him. The whole room did not turn on the lights, and there was a frustrated gloom.
This was all expected by Yin Minglu. He raised his eyebrows and pretended not to see the mud on the sofa. After taking off his shoes, he "slapped" directly, turned on the lights, and said, "It's six o'clock. Now, why don't you cook?"
The dazzling warm light illuminates the room as if day, and the light at that moment is bright, making Zhou Jinheng feel like a creature in the dark night with nowhere to hide, coupled with the boy’s cold and merciless urging, it makes him feel tired and sad. It seems that there are so many people in the world, but no one cares about him.
"You don't cook, then I'll order takeaway." The boy continued talking to himself, turning around the pillows scattered around his feet, and took out his mobile phone.
There is no care for a greeting either.
Seeing Yin Minglu like this, Zhou Jinheng opened his eyes and laughed a few times. The bitter and pitiful smile was irresistible. If you change the original owner, you will definitely pounce on the spot distressedly.
Yin Minglu didn't bother to care about him. He was not the original owner. Why did he rush to comfort him for the emotional trauma caused by Qiao An? But thinking that eating alone is not good, he kicked the opponent's leg with one foot, and said kindly in a pitying tone: "Would you like me to order a portion for you by the way."
The word "by the way" stung Zhou Jinheng's heart, especially when the teenager saw him so drunk, he neither came to comfort him nor asked him what happened, but was more concerned about his three meals, that is ruthless and unjust. The appearance made Zhou Jinheng's heart more hurt.
Facing the boy’s greeting, he raised his eyes. The red eyes behind the lenses were filled with patience. He lowered his throat, pointed his fingers in the direction of the hallway, and shouted: "Get out!" Since you don't care about me, then get out of me. !
Why did he get out of here? Zhou Jinheng really didn't clean up, and the original owner, who was sensitive and slender, might be very sad.
Yin Minglu sneered, and without a second word, he started directly. After pressing the man on the ground and beating him a few times, the man was obviously behaved, and he even went into the kitchen with his red and swollen eyes.
Obviously the drunkenness was sober.
He also remembered that the boy was no longer the same little rose that he used to drive away beatings and scolds, and he would come and go without any regrets. If he made trouble unreasonably, the boy would stretch out his fist and beat others.
"It's dinner." With a pair of peach eyes that had been swollen and red, Zhou Jinheng put down the spatula and apron, and yelled to the sofa in an angry voice, then he brought the plate to the dining table.
These days he has become a hard-working family cook, but the young man is a young master who doesn't touch the sun with his fingers, and he has never done any housework again.
Hearing that the meal was ready, the boy immediately put down his cell phone, walked over in twos, and praised: "Yes, this meal is delicious."
Zhou Jinheng didn't speak, but when the teenager wanted to grab chopsticks without washing his hands, he coldly taught, "Wash your hands first."
"Oh." The boy obediently went to the sink, dipped in some hand sanitizer, rubbed a pair of white and tender hands into bubbles, washed back and forth several times before returning to the dining table, and said: "Look at my hands, wash It's clean."
The posture was a little cute, and it was totally unrecognizable that he was the same person who beat him coldly and mercilessly half an hour ago.
But Zhou Jinheng remembered that when the teenager was shaking his legs and eating food without heart and lungs, he had a hard tone. He took the opportunity to talk about life with the teenager. He said, "Minglu, do you still know who I am?"
"I know, you are my boyfriend." The boy replied in a childish tone while holding a chopsticks of beef. Then his attention was immediately shifted, and he said, "Wow, this beef is so tender and delicious."
Zhou Jinheng pretended not to hear the latter sentence, otherwise it was a compliment, but he still felt so angry, he said: "Then since you know that I am your boyfriend and your husband, how can you do it?" Did something hit casually? This is Zhou Jinheng's grief and anger. When the young man is upset, he treats him like a rag doll. Does he mean to be a man of no shame?
Therefore, he felt that he had to take the opportunity to make it clear to the young man that gentlemen are always talking but not working, and he doesn't want young people to become more and more presumptuous, and to beat him more and more casually. Little Rose's irritable one or two times can be said to be fun, but the more times, he still feels tired.
"Have you ever thought that if you continue to do this, I will be tired?" Zhou Jinheng said, "I don't like you, we should sit down and talk about it if we have something." He didn't feel that he had just said something to make the young man unhappy. What's wrong, anyway, it's not right for a teenager to hit him indiscriminately.
"Oh, what then?" Yin Minglu rolled his eyes, thinking that this man is really double-labeled, "So you did something wrong, sad for others, and didn't even do food. I really want to help you order takeaway. But you call me to get out, I can’t be angry? I haven’t questioned you, why didn’t I come to the company to take me home today? I came back today by squeezing the subway by myself. When I got home, I saw you holding a wine glass to death. You don’t look alive, maybe what happened to your first love, Joe An? That’s why you were so angry and mad at me so that I would beat you and want you to cheer up. What’s the matter with me? Isn't it right? You have such a big temper, do you want to break up with me? Now that the two of us are not married, I will look at your face. When we are married, I have to bow to you so that you are satisfied?"
No wonder it is said that the people in love are Sherlock Holmes. The boy clearly caught the reason for his despair, and his words were so aggressive that Zhou Jinheng could not speak.
But he didn’t want to admit defeat, and said, “I’m just worrying about work. Since you said that we’re getting married, I’m so sad. You don’t comfort me, and you threaten me with dignity. You are not like this!"