"Are you with someone else?" Fu Simian asked in a deep voice. He heard that the person's voice just now was the boy who acted coquettishly towards Zhou Shike that day.

Zhou Shike hung up the phone and picked up the wallet on the ground, "It has nothing to do with you."

After he finished speaking, he raised the corners of his mouth and a feeling of revenge came naturally, "You just need to know that I just need you."

Fu Simian felt that there was something he couldn't catch.

Looking at Zhou Shike who was smiling wildly in front of him, he could not imagine that the other party would be with others. Fu Smien was cold all over. He whispered "I don't allow it" and then grabbed Zhou Shike's wrist, locking him in his arms.

I kept kissing without hesitation.

Zhou Shike's body had a very faint smell of freesia. He probably ate candy in the bar, and his lips and teeth were sweet. Fu Simian wanted to crush someone in his arms, so that he could not continue to say those angry words.

Zhou Shike only realized when the other party's tongue drilled into his mouth. He bit him directly without hesitation. Fu Simian didn't say anything, and pinched Zhou Shike's chin and forced him to open his mouth.

Zhou Shike's chin was almost twisted off by him.

The smell of blood spread in the mouths of the two people, with a sweet smell and an inexplicable sense of despair.

Zhou Shike turned his head desperately, and the hand on his chin seemed to be welded. Zhou Shike seemed to hear the sound of bones being crushed, and a feeling of grief and humiliation arose in his heart.

Why, he Fu Simian has the final say in everything?

Zhou Shike raised his knee and pressed it against Fu Simian's abdomen. After Fu Simian retreated, he rushed towards the person like a little leopard. Before that, Zhou Shike never dreamed that he would start with Fu Simian.

He punched Fu Simian in the face, but Fu Simian did not fight back. He just blocked him. If he wanted to control Zhou Shike, he would inevitably be injured in the chaos.

Whether it is in body shape or strength, Zhou Shike could not beat Fu Simian. He was restrained, his wrists were held by Fu Simian and his whole body was pressed against the car body.

The cold and hard body of the car made Zhou Shike's breathing look hot and rapid.

Zhou Shike didn't care that his wrist was twisted and he growled, "Fu Simian, my grass, let me go!"

Fu Simian's voice was light and low, with the grievances of a child-like domineering rogue, "I just want to talk to you well, I don't want you to be with others."

Zhou Shike was about to go crazy.

He was anxious and angry. He spoke, and even had beads, cannons, guns, and sticks. He would pick up whatever hurt people.

"I have nothing to say to you!" Zhou Shike's hair was messy, his collar was tilted while tearing, and he was embarrassed and embarrassed, "If you don't want me to be with others, I won't be with you? Fu Simian, who do you think you are me? Have you figured it out, we broke up!"

"When you were fucking selling me, we were done playing. Don't you understand human words?"

Zhou Shike was gasping for breath. The cold winter air hit his lungs, making his chest hurt, "Fu Simian, do you have to make such ugly things with me, right? I can afford to lose, you can't afford to lose, right?"

"I'm just fucking with others. Fuck, you idiot, you fucking harder?" Zhou Shike never felt that Fu Simian was so strong. He felt that his arms were about to be removed. "Fu Simian, I'll let you go, otherwise I will never end up with you!"

"Okay," Fu Simian agreed softly. Zhou Shike thought he agreed to let go, but he continued, "We are not finished."

"Fu Simian!" Zhou Shike gritted his teeth and let out a painful moan in his throat. He even tasted the bloody smell that surged from his throat.

Fortunately, a security guard passed by saw it. Seeing that the two were dressed in extraordinary clothes and did not dare to violently sling them. They only dared to pull them away carefully. Although this white down jacket was pressed down on the bottom, the wound on the face was obviously heavier in the young man in black.

For a time, they could only mix with each other.

“It’s the New Year.”

"Forget it."

"Why do you have to?"

Zhou Shike's eyes were fierce, and he suddenly felt reluctant and painful. The pain disappeared. Before the security guard could react, he ran over and pulled out the other electric baton from the security guard's waist, and rushed over and slapped it on Fu Simian's back.

Then he kicked Fu Simien backwards. Fu Simien held his hand on a car, covering his bones as if broken shoulders, and looked at Zhou Shike with injured and dark eyes.

The two security guards immediately felt that this was serious. They were beating, so why didn’t they fight back when they were beaten?

The two went up and one pulled Zhou Shike's left arm and the other pulled his right arm, and then snatched the electric baton from his hand, "Do you know that beating someone is illegal?"

"Damn it, let go!" Zhou Shike pulled his hand out of the security guard. He laughed. Although he was embarrassed, he still couldn't cover up the unduly uncontrollable body. This was the unique aura of the gangsters in the North City. The security guards in this area were all acquaintances with them.

One of the people who were particularly concerned about the gossip of various things asked tentatively, "Is it Zhou, is that young man from the Zhou family?"

"Otherwise?" Zhou Shike reached out and wiped the pained corner of his mouth, "Can I be like this?"

That's not the case, the Zhou family is just like this.

Zhou Shike.

Wednesday.

The two of them immediately turned the wind and looked at the person opposite, full of momentum, "Do you hit someone? Is there any law in your eyes?"

After they yelled, they looked at Zhou Shike again, with a gentle tone, "Let's call the police and arrest him immediately."

"Yes, arrest it."

Zhou Shike pulled the zipper of his jacket and opened the car door, "Whatever you want, you can do it whatever you want."

He started the engine and when the car slid out of the parking space, he stepped down on the clutch and slowed down. He turned the steering wheel without any hesitation and directly hit the front of the Cayenne.

The cars driven by Zhou Shike were basically modified. His car was intact. The front of the Cayenne was directly smashed and black smoke was emitted. The sirens shouted at the top of their throats.

Fu Simian stood beside the car, with a bruised nose and swollen face, unmoved, and his eyes were always on Zhou Shike.

Zhou Shike lowered the car window and was very indifferent, "Fu Simian, next time, I will hit you, it will be your car."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and raised the corners of his mouth. He was no longer the boy in Fu Simian's memory.

A Ke won't smile like this.

But will be on Wednesday.

The smile made people feel cold and the smile made everyone know that he was not easy to mess with.

"Then you please be careful." Zhou Shike said coldly.

The black off-road speeded out of the gate and did not slow down on the curve. When the cars around him saw the license plate, they took the initiative to keep a distance from it.

The arrogant and unrestrained person is as arrogant as a car owner.

Fu Simian stood there, and Zhou Shike smashed his car, not wanting him to chase after him. He was telling himself that he would not make up and there was no chance.

He thought he could make peace.

Aren't you a quarrel? Why can't you make up?

The pain added to the whole body, even Zhou Shike was beaten with a stick, and the pain added to the whole body was not as good as the pain in Fu Simian's heart after realizing that he and Zhou Shike might not be able to reconcile.

They were not quarrels or cold wars, they broke up.

So A Ke returned to North City and returned to Wednesday.

I had a fight before, but A Ke never said he would go home, so he could just coax it, but this time, why can't I coax it back?

It rarely rains in the north city, and it often blows wind, like a knife, shattering people.

Fu Simian looked at all the manuscripts, including drafts, left in Jiangcheng, which he had sorted out in the car, and he brought them all, but he forgot to say that when he heard that Zhou Shike was going to be with others, he lost his mind. Before he could coax him well, things became this situation.

This time, I really lost control.

One of the security guards was a little younger. He walked up to Fu Smien and said, "Do you know if you are going to be punished for causing trouble in public?"

Fu Simian raised his head.

The security guard was startled by the gloom in the other party's eyes.

Like a beast that escaped from the cage.

"Whatever you look at, it's useless to see..." During the Chinese New Year, they won't really call the police. For those who make trouble like this, just take a few words to their offices to educate them.

But before they could take the person away, they met the plainclothes from the two district police stations on vacation. Seeing two security guards surrounding a young man, they walked over. After asking clearly, one of them rubbed his hands and said, "Let's just go there?"

Fu Simian could not have gone, but he could have called someone to solve the problem, but he did not. A security guard accompanied him to the detention center, and the two staff members on vacation had to go back to celebrate the New Year. After being sent, he left after a few words. The security guard described in a vivid way how he beat Zhou Shike to his nose and face.

The person on duty was speechless when he heard that the other party was Wednesday.

"This little bastard, you have to find work for us during the Chinese New Year! Who beat him up? Let me take a look." He walked outside and saw Fu Simian.

Fu Simian sat quietly in the hall, his whole body was incompatible with the place. When he heard someone coming out of it, he only raised his eyelids and took a light look, then withdrew his gaze.

After seeing Fu Simian, the other party's expression became complicated. He looked at the security guard waiting for him to preside over justice and asked in a low voice: "Are you sure you were beaten to the point of bruises on Wednesday?"

The security guard opened his eyes and said, "Yes, that's right, I saw it with my own eyes."

“…”

"Then let's wait here for the New Year..." He turned his head and glared at the security guard, "You're not immoral when you're doing the New Year?"

There are many rich people in this area, and he has never seen a really rich person, but there are no rich people who are so calm when they enter the detention area.

No one called at the top of his voice and asked his family to come quickly.

But this face couldn't tell whether he was a beautiful young man, but he sat quietly, not noisy or not, dressed neatly and looked calm, but the air conditioning around him made no one dare to talk to him.

Fu Simian has never been to the detention area, and the New Year countdown has already entered the outside world.

In the past, he always greeted Zhou Shike on the phone to welcome the New Year.

He took out his cell phone from his pocket, found a phone number, and dialed it out, but sure enough, he had been blocked.

The moment the mechanical girl told him that the phone could not be connected, Fu Simien's eyes became like a injured domestic dog, dark and wet, and her previous cruelty disappeared without a trace.

He never thought that Zhou Shike would leave him, just as he never thought that Zhou Shike might not forgive him, and would not wait for him to handle everything before forgive him.
To be continued...