When Zhou Shike parked his car in the underground garage, Fu Simian's car had not come back yet.

His eyes were taken back from the window and landed in front of the car.

Usually he doesn't smoke. He would rather sleep than smoke if he has any depression. Tobacco hurts his throat too much. In addition, he can't smoke in order to create a character in front of Fu Smien.

He took out a pack of cigarettes, leaned in the car, and stood in a cold face.

In fact, when he was in school, there were not so many problems between him and Fu Simian. Zhou Shike had to go to class and did his homework after class. He didn't communicate much, so naturally there was no chance of problems.

Even if there are occasional conflicts, it is not unbearable. Besides, he has quarreled with Fu Simian, but the result often ends with him taking the initiative to apologize.

Since he graduated and lived with Fu Simian, the contradictions that he had never paid attention to in the past have gradually emerged. It was not that he didn't mind, it was not that he didn't know that even Tang Dongdong and the others could see that he wanted to deceive himself.

The happiness of being with the person you like is obviously greater than the pleasure brought by anything. There are gains and losses. Zhou Shike comforted himself in this way.

As long as he can be with Fu Simian forever, he will not ask for anything else, and he will think very openly.

But people are greedy.

Unfortunately, before his greed had time to sprout, he was burned clean by Fu Simian. In winter, there was frozen soil under the snow. Fu Simian was the flawless white, cold and cold frost and snow. He was frozen into pieces of soil.

He thought he could wait until spring, everything would revive, the spring would be bright, and the snow would melt.

Unfortunately, the time and place are not right. Fu Simian is not the cold winter of the year. He is the Antarctic glacier in the deserted desert. Zhou Shike will never wait for the day when he melts.

That's it,

That's it,

All of these can be forgotten.

"How can you use me to make a deal?" Zhou Shike said in the smoke. His eyes slowly turned red, and his body seemed to be torn apart.

He sat in the car, motionless, as if he was about to sit himself into a stone statue.

A car light shone in at the entrance, Zhou Shike narrowed his eyes, and Fu Simian returned.

Fu Simian got out of the car, the driver parked the car and drove away.

The young man standing at the elevator entrance was straight and upright, and his dark gray coat made him look cold and alienated, his eyes were like painted ink, his lips were thin as thin, and his side face was like an oil painting outlined by a magic pen.

It is said that people with thin lips are also affectionate. Zhou Shike used to not believe in this evil, so he insisted on jumping into the fire pit, but felt that he was different.

In fact, in terms of feelings, all living beings are equal.

Shortly after Fu Simian entered the elevator, Zhou Shike's phone rang.

I didn't have to look at it and knew that it was Fu Simian who found that he had not returned home after entering the house, so he called him.

Zhou Shike thought violently, otherwise he would have called Fu Simien to drive downstairs and hit him to death. Thinking of that scene, he couldn't help laughing. As he smiled, tears flowed out.

He didn't want to go upstairs, didn't want to see Fu Simian, or heard his voice. He admitted that he was escaping, and that he could escape for one minute and counting one minute.

He wanted to wait for Fu Simian to take the initiative to bring up this matter, wouldn’t he want to talk to him?

Whenever Fu Simian spoke, they would finish playing.

Zhou Shike knocked out the cigarette butts, got out of the car, dissipated the smell of smoke from his body, pressed the elevator and went straight upstairs.

Fu Simian happened to come out after taking a shower. When he saw Zhou Shike appearing at the door, he slightly closed his eyebrows, "Just come back?"

Zhou Shike avoided his sight and "sitted in the car for a while."

Fu Simian must have seen his car. It makes no sense that he doesn't want to lie like this.

He found clothes to go to the bathroom to take a shower. Fu Simian put his waist in front of the bathroom and pulled him into his arms, and gently kissed his ears, "A Ke, I'll give you a gift on your birthday."

"You must like it." Fu Simian's voice was cold and low, and it sounded very nice when coaxing people. Zhou Shike always felt soft-hearted because of this, but today he felt cold and extremely sad.

He suddenly was curious about how Fu Simian did it, and while coaxing himself to sleep with him, he used himself to discuss business with others.

He thought he was so humble that he was willing to treat himself as goods to pave the way for their Fu family?

Zhou Shike lowered his head, said softly, "Yeah", and didn't ask what it was.

He was not curious at all.

What else can I do besides transferring my own contract?

Fu Simian announced the death of this relationship, and he did not expect it at all.

The guillotine hanging around the neck is finally about to be cut off.

Fu Simian did not notice Zhou Shike's abnormality and put him into the bathroom.

Zhou Shike usually takes a shower, but today he soaked himself in the bathtub, slid his body into the bathtub, and briefly forgot about the mess.

The cell phone started to yell next to it.

He stuck his hand out of the water, wiped the bath towel hanging beside him perfunctorily, answered the phone, and before he could speak, the other person shouted at him.

It's Wu Quanhua.

"You beat Minister Liao?" Wu Quanhua felt heartbroken, "How can you beat someone? If you have something to do, you can just tell me. If you don't, just tell Mr. Fu. You are really promising when you hit someone. People called me in the middle of the night and said you had hit him into the rescue room!"

Zhou Shike blew a bubble on the water and said lazily: "He wants to enter, I can let him in."

Wu Quanhua thought Zhou Shike would explain, but the other party's reaction was obviously abnormal, which was unexpected.

"A Ke, have you encountered something?" Even Wu Quanhua noticed Zhou Shike's abnormality, but Fu Simian did not.

The cold air outside hit the glass of the window, and the glass immediately became foggy, as if a layer of frost was condensed.

"Brother, if I'm not in Fu, please come with me."

Wu Quanhua was really stunned, "What did you say? I quarrel with Mr. Fu again? Oh, my ancestors, aren't you tired of arguing all day long? You are leaving, where are you going? Can Mr. Fu let you go?"

"How old are you? You run away from home at any time," Wu Quanhua muttered a few times, and suddenly raised his voice, "Hey, don't change the subject, weren't we just talking about your beating?"

The call ended with Wu Quanhua's mumblings. Zhou Shike threw away his phone and trapped himself in the water.

The water was already cold, and in an instant, it rushed into the nasal cavity and ear canal. Zhou Shike opened his mouth and let it surge into his throat.

It turns out that you can cry in the water.

When he was about to suffocate, Zhou Shike suddenly poked his upper body out of the water. He lay on the bathtub and turned on the shower. The sound of the water covered him even more.

He cried so disgustingly, and his chest hurt.

It has been the seventh year since he was in his senior year of high school, and he has only been with Fu Simian for six years.

He has been circling around Fu Simian for the past six years. Fu Simian is the center of his entire life. At the beginning, he was just playing around, so why was he the only one who was pulled into the abyss swamp in the end?

And Fu Simian was just watching the show indifferently.

Zhou Shike met three days later with the beautiful young man who he met in the restaurant that day and talked to Yuan Bai as he had just come out of the practice room.

"Hi, A Ke?" It's a pity that the young man didn't sing in his tone. He was gentle and magnetic, soft but not resilient. In short, it was a comfortable voice.

Zhou Shike stood still and recognized the person in front of him at a glance.

Zhou Shike's reaction was something Lin Zhiye did not expect. According to the descriptions of Tang Dongdong and others, in Lin Zhiye's impression, Zhou Shike should be a well-behaved, quiet, good-looking, no aggressive and polite child, but the boy in front of him was clearly very aggressive, and the first feeling that Lin Zhiye felt was not easy to provoke.

Lin Zhiye stretched out his hand, "Hello, my name is Lin Zhiye. I am your brother Fu's childhood friend, and I grew up with Tang Dongdong and the others."

Zhou Shike glanced at the white fingers that reached in front of him, and looked cold, "Hello."

"You sing very well, no wonder Brother Fu likes you so much." Lin Zhiye didn't mind Zhou Shike's coldness. The more Zhou Shike became, the better, and then he would have a fight with Fu Simian.

Thinking of this, Lin Zhiye felt extremely comfortable. Since childhood, there was nothing he wanted that he could not get. This is the case with items, and so is humans.

Yuan Bai was already shocked by Lin Zhiye's beauty. He was surprised that there was such a beautiful man in the world.

After Lin Zhiye left, Yuan Bai was curious, "A Ke, do you seem to like him very much?"

"Is there any?" Zhou Shike bent his lips slightly, "You've read it wrong."

Lin Zhiye is indeed beautiful, and he is a thrilling beauty that cannot be distinguished by male and female. He is like a person who comes out of classical albums, without any flaws, and always smiling, kind and gentle, it is difficult for anyone not to like him.

In the evening, Wu Quanhua was about to get off work. When he saw Zhou Shike still hanging on the sofa in his office playing games, his hair was messy and he was extremely focused.

“…”

"A Ke, I'm back home."

Zhou Shike looked expressionless, "Wait until I finish this."

Wu Quanhua felt something was wrong, it was too wrong. He walked over and pulled Zhou Shike off the sofa, and asked, "What's going on in the past few days? The assistant reported it to me several times, saying that you are not in the state whether you are practicing or shooting, and you are playing games from time to time. A Ke is not saying you..."

"Brother, don't worry about me?" Zhou Shike raised his head, as if he was about to cry.

Wu Quanhua was stunned. He saw Zhou Shike and Mr. Fu have had several fights. Every time Zhou Shike hid in his office to pretend to be an ostrich, but this was the first time he saw the tears in Zhou Shike's eyes.

He was about to comfort and relieve his feelings when he saw the boy lying down again, "Prepare the group." The boy's voice was faint, without any crying.

Wu Quanhua: "..." Little bastard!

"Wait, I'll call Mr. Fu now and ask him to pick you up!" Wu Quanhua was so angry that he thought Zhou Shike was late in adolescence and was playful.

After he took out his cell phone and was still looking for a contact person, Zhou Shike held his wrist and the boy's eyebrows were a little gloomy. He bent the corners of his mouth, which made Wu Quanhua get goosebumps.

"Angkor, I asked you before, if I leave Fu, do you want to go with me? What do you think?" Zhou Shike asked withdrew his hand.

Wu Quanhua hadn't reacted yet, "Ah? Where are you going?"

He has been with Fu for so many years and it is impossible for him to leave. There are a lot of artists under his command waiting to be fed. Besides, Fu has the kindness of knowing him, and Zhou Shike is leaving, where will he go?

"The assumption is not true." Wu Quanhua waved his hands to deny it.

"Well, whatever." Zhou Shike picked up his cell phone and jacket from the sofa, put his jacket on his shoulders, and walked out like a wandering stroll.

"Angkor, I'm leaving." He turned around and smiled at Wu Quanhua.

The day after tomorrow it will be his birthday, it's time to end.

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