Intoxication

Why did Gu Qingpei ask this? He coughed softly: "What does Gu always want to gossip?"

Gu Qingpei turned to the cup and chuckled: "A casual chat, curious. Are you alumni? Haven't you known each other for many years?"

"ten years."

"Oh, that's long enough."

"Yeah." Ten years, why is there some emotion in my heart.

Ten years sounds like a long time, looking back, and seeming to pass by. Many things seem to be yesterday. Sometimes I wake up in my sleep, and I do n’t know what year and year I am. I am getting older. , The more I feel time is like an arrow, life is short.

"You and him ... are really difficult to associate, not that you are not good, but that you seem to have no intersection with that circle at all."

"There is no intersection, only the school I met before."

"Classmate?"

"No, he was two years younger than me. I met him at school events." Why remembered ten years ago, suddenly hesitated.

"Then you become ..." Gu Qingpei was not too embarrassed to say everything, after all, the two were not yet so familiar.

Why smiled, "um".

Gu Qing Pei Wei frowned: "You don't want to find a serious boyfriend?"

Why shook his head: "General Manager Gu, you also know me. My character is boring and won't please people. I think it's fine now."

Gu Qingpei looked at He's pretending to be a light and windy expression, remembering Song Juhan's hostile look that day, and there was a glimmer of inquiry in his eyes, but he didn't point out: "Also, it's nothing more than finding someone to be a partner, but honest Yes, you think so now, it will not be necessary in a few years. I used to think it was so good, free and unrestrained, but now I want to settle down more and more. There is a person who can understand the cold and the heat. of."

"Yeah, wait until I've changed." If one day he really changed his mind, it would be something to celebrate.

"What type do you like? You have good conditions and can introduce you to some of my friends when you have time." Gu Qingpei added: "Don't you say you like Song Juhan, where can I find you when I grow up? Go. "He blinked and smiled.

He also smiled: "In fact, I don't know." He almost didn't think about the type of favorite. His favorite has been shaped by Song Juhan many years ago, and Song Juhan is unique, what type?

"Well, it's okay. If you have time, I'll show you more people in the circle. You can't be too far from the times."

Why are you laughing? Gu Qingpei makes sense, maybe know more people and see the world more often, he will not be so narrowly around that bit of wishful thinking, of course, he also does not think there is anything bad now, who If he can really ask for benevolence forever, he just can't get someone.

After chatting a few words, Gu Qingpei talked about wanting to dig him up. Why do you know that this is Gu Qingpei's main purpose, and even intentionally revealing sexual orientation and getting closer to each other may be to achieve this goal, However, his ability was affirmed, which is of course a good thing. The two talked very well, and he really got a little tempted.

After the party that day, he and Gu Qingpei had a lot of relationships. He also had a deeper understanding of Gu Qingpei's upcoming company. After finishing the cases at hand, he planned to take a good rest for the New Year. Think about it.

Soon it was his birthday, which happened to be the weekend, but he woke up early as usual.

After breakfast, he got a **** call. Since the death of his dad, the mother and son have only seen each other for more than ten years. The only connection left between them is a phone call on his birthday and a red envelope he sent in the New Year. Even if he called, it was nothing. It was alienated politeness and greetings, as if it was a routine thing that had to be done based on their blood relationship.

This year seems to be a little different. The **** voice doesn't sound as spiritual as in previous years. He calmly asks him if he has been doing well recently.

Why frowned? "Mom, are you sick?"

"Oh, low blood pressure, old age, how about you?"

"I am OK."

"That's good ... you're 28, so fast."

"Yes."

A sigh came from the other end of the phone: "Let's have a good birthday, remember to add clothes when it's cold."

"Okay, you pay attention to your body too."

Hanging up the phone, why got stuck in the sofa and hang for a while.

His parents' marriage was a complete tragedy. His dad was a cowardly and ambitious teacher. His mother was a strong woman who couldn't rest on the status quo. The two quarreled from his sensibility to adolescence because of principles and values. He was quite scared when he was a kid. Later, he heard them fight , You can pass through the living room and read the book casually. A family of three lives in a small apartment, but it seems to separate the three worlds, and it is difficult for them to merge into each other. He also probably became more and more since then. Dumb.

He had prepared for a divorce very early, but he did not expect that his father's illness would come before the divorce. After his father died, his mother was like the bird that finally got rid of the shackles, spread her wings in the wind, and pursued a better life and better marriage. He heard relatives say **** status quo in recent years. His mother is very capable and owns a public company with her husband, but these have nothing to do with him.

Faced with his father's death and his mother's indifference in the early years, he had resentment, but now he is numb.

In fact, this is also very good, at least he does not have to face the blame of his parents and relatives because of sexual orientation problems. The world is so big that no one cares about him.

He grabbed his phone and sent a text message to Komatsu: Ju Han busy today?

After waiting for a long time, there was no response. He simply called and no one answered. He had to put down his mobile phone ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ and went.

It wasn't until noon that Komatsu called him back: "Hey, why brother, sorry, we filmed mv in the morning, I didn't hear it."

"It's all right, are you busy now?"

"It's almost there, are you okay?"

"It doesn't matter, let's talk when you're busy."

"I'll tell Han Han?"

"it is good."

He hung up the phone and didn't feel disappointed. He knew Song Juhan would never remember. The star was born with no heart or lungs. He couldn't remember it. He reminded me again and again that the most important thing in his life is patience.

When it was time for dinner, why did you call Komatsu again, no one answered, and called Song Juhan again. He also did not answer. He shook his cell phone and threw it into the sofa.

He put on an apron, cooked himself a bowl of longevity noodles, cut a few slices of beef, sprinkled the tender green onions, laid a poached egg, and steamed it out of the pot. Be calm.

Just after eating two bites, there was a sudden noise at the door, followed by the sound of the key turning, so why stood up suddenly and walked towards the door quickly.

The next second, the door opened. Song Juhan was wearing sunglasses and a peaked cap, wearing a short dark red down jacket, and the legs wrapped in that black jeans were ridiculous. So it appeared.

Why is it stunned, the heart seems to be gently beaten by something, crispy and numb with warmth.

Song Juhan held a pile of things in his hand: "What are you doing standing silly, come and pick it up."

Why did you react and rushed to pick up the bag in his hand: "You, why are you here?"

Song Juhan had to take off his sunglasses and peaked cap in the air: "Did you not let me accompany you for your birthday?"

Why blinked, I was so happy that I didn't know what to do.

Song Juhan breathed a sigh of relief: "It's getting colder and colder. I took a day of mv shooting outside today and it's almost frozen to death."

Why did he put down his things and covered his frozen hands with his hand: "There is enough heating in the room, and it will be fine in a while."

Song Juhan looked at his eyes full of smiles and joy, and was in a good mood. He smiled and said, "Are you happy?"

Why he said sincerely: "Happy, I never thought you would remember."

"I'm not seven or eighty, how can I not remember." In fact, Komatsu suddenly remembered it and reminded him, but looking at why he was happy, there is no need to say, he used his chin to point the bag at the foot: "This is me Let Komatsu pick the gift. "

"Thank you." Now there was a pile of gold lying on the ground, and he would not look down for a reason, because his eyes were reluctant to leave Song Juhan. In the past six years, such warm scenes have sometimes occurred, even if only once or twice a year, it is like the coal fire in the winter, enough to warm him for a long time.

Song Juhan glanced at the dining table: "You eat this for your birthday?"

"I didn't expect you to come."

"Even if you've done it yourself, buy some cake."

"I don't like sweets."

Song Juhan frowned: "Go, take you out for a big meal."

Why hold him back: "Ju Han, it's cold outside, let's not go out, I'll cook another bowl of noodles, just accompany me for dinner."

Song Juhan looked at him with his chest in his arms: "You just want to spend your birthday like this?"

Why nodded: "Nothing bad."

"Okay, it's your birthday anyway." Song Juhan suddenly spotted the big TV in the living room, his eyes lit up, "Have you changed the TV?"

"Don't you think you were young?"

"Has the game been updated?"

Why do you have a petting smile: "It's all updated, let's go play."

Song Juhan took off his coat and threw it aside, and went to play games.

Why look at Song Juhan on the sofa, with his long legs resting on a coffee table, holding the operating handle, and being attentive, the corner of his mouth cannot restrain the floor from rising, this picture is too perfect and too warm, as if Song Juhan belongs to this family. He pursed his lips and went into the kitchen.

He first cooked Song Juhan a cup of honey and **** tea, cooked another bowl of noodles, and then greeted Song Juhan for a meal.

The two sat facing each other, each holding a bowl of longevity noodles, smiling at each other.

Why it says: "Ju Han, I'm so glad you were here today. I knew you were here, and I'm sure I'll prepare more for you."

Song Juhan licked the corner of his mouth, and narrowed his eyes like a fox: "You are what I like to eat."

Why is there always a smile on his lips: "Dine well."

Song Juhan ate two noodles: "Yes, do you want to change cars?"

"Huh? What car?"

"Your car has been driving for four or five years. Do you want to change it? Today is your birthday. Just say whatever you want."

"No, I'm used to driving." After all, he is a state-owned enterprise employee. The current car is in line with his income and position. Changing another car has a bad impact.

"Then what do you want?"

"Don't you buy a gift." Why did you look at the pile of gift bags, "I'll take it apart for a moment."

"What are those, you have followed me for so many years, don't be too polite." Song Juhan stared at it for a moment.

Why do you smile indifferently: "I have food, drink, house and car. I can't think of anything I am missing."

Song Juhan chuckled: "You don't have to live so indifferently." He often can't see why, this person is sometimes simple and sometimes hidden. Even himself was surprised that he would stay with him for so many years.

"Which one wants to keep healthy," he said, his tone was light and he could see that he was in a good mood.

In material terms, he does not lack anything, but in terms of spiritual satisfaction, only Song Juhan can give him. Now people are in front of himself, and this birthday is enough.

After eating the noodles, Song Juhan drank it with the honey and **** tea, and urged his eyes to remove the gift.

Why put the gift bag on the coffee table, one by one, there are clothes, tie, watch, cufflinks, belt and several sets of men's skin care products, why shook his head helplessly: "Komatsu is more **** than me."

"Pull it down, he saw his girlfriend like a puppy." Song Juhan picked up a tie and put it on his neck. "Well, Komatsu has followed me for three years. When I come, I will wear a big sweatshirt that can get rid of dirt. "

"It hasn't been scolded by you, you shouldn't be too harsh on him, I think he's doing a good job." While Song Juhan was in a good mood, why did he quickly say two good words to Komatsu. Soft-tempered, clever, and diligent, the most important thing is tolerability. Song Juhan is probably hard to find an assistant who is more attentive than this.

Song Juhan smiled: "Well, he's doing a good job, it's time to raise his salary in the New Year." Song Juhan pulled his tie, so he leaned forward, and his four warm lips stuck together.

Song Juhan somehow remembered the kiss from He Qin and Zhuang Jieyu, and he was upset. He pressed the soft lip against the back of He Qiao's head, and then used the tip of his tongue to open the teeth, arbitrarily.

Why are you staring? Song Juhan rarely kisses seriously. Most of the time, this is just a prelude to bed. His focus on this kiss makes He quite surprised and enjoyed.

Why not stop thinking about it and hold Song Juhan's neck, and feel this rare and devoted kiss.

Song Juhan stroked his back, panting slightly, "Give you one last chance, what do you want for your birthday?"

"I want you." Why push Song Juhan's shoulders and push people down on the sofa.

The desire of the two people is strong, but the ringing of the mobile phone suddenly rings. Why is it a bit confusing? When it comes back, it is his own mobile phone, and he does not want to answer it. Song Juhan naturally does not want to destroy the atmosphere, but then call The people are so persistent, one does not pick up two, and two does not pick up a third.

Song Juhan was finally annoyed. He straightened his waist and grabbed the cell phone on the coffee table: "Who the **** is so long ..." He froze when he saw the name of the caller ID.

Why was his face flushed and he asked, "Who?"

Song Juhan's face changed from swaying spring intent to freezing into ice. Only in an instant, he said in a deep voice: "Feng, You?"