The next day, Zhou Shike had not woken up yet. He slept very late last night. When it was almost dawn, he turned off the speaker in the small room and mixed with the sound of rain, and then he fell asleep in a daze.

He was woken up by his aunt.

Everyone was still sleeping, and they didn't go to bed late last night.

Zhou Shike stood at the door of the room. Before his eyes opened, a bouquet of flowers was stuffed into his arms, with leaves and petals still carrying water droplets. Zhou Shike woke up halfway through his sleepiness.

"Who gave it?" Zhou Shike lowered his head and looked at the white rose in his arms. The petals were very smooth, thick, and bloomed layer by layer. It was not the kind of bouquets that were packaged very exaggeratedly and fancy on the market.

There are only a few roses wrapped in light blue paper, and the flowers underneath are a little bit stubborn. It seems that the people who wrap the flowers are not very professional.

The aunt was originally busy in the kitchen, so she wiped the water on her apron and looked out a few times, looking confused, "I don't know you, a pretty young man, I let him in and he won't come in."

It's not a fan, they can't get in here.

Zhou Shike felt that he had guessed who it was, so he put the flower back to his aunt.

"Don't lose it."

The aunt looked disapproving. As soon as she opened her mouth, Zhou Shike knew that she was going to nag again.

"Don't throw it away, don't lose it, find a place to put it in the bathroom and kitchen, it's no problem to put it in the soil of the yard outside." Zhou Shike said a lot of lazily.

"Oh, how can I put it in the toilet? This is pretty, the flowers are fine..." She said as she took the flowers down. Zhou Shike saw his aunt turn over a vase in the cabinet, dismantle the layers of paper outside the bouquet, and put the flowers in.

Zhou Shike went back to the room, he opened the curtains, and the car that had been parked at the door for a long time turned around and left.

He stood for a while before retracting his gaze, threw himself onto the bed, half-drooping his eyelids in a daze.

He thought of last night.

In fact, when he was young, it was understandable that he would do some stupid and brainless behaviors in order to catch up with the person he liked. At that time, he also did a lot of stupid things to chase Fu Simian.

It is hard to imagine that he, a native northerner, has been in the south since he was a teenager for Fu Simian.

He has always been not used to the climate in the south. It is humid, and the summer comes very early and leaves very late. He sacrificed a lot for Fu Simian. If the other party doesn't know, it's completely his wishful thinking, then he will only blame himself, but Fu Simian knows, how could such a smart person not know?

So, now is it Fu Simien's turn?

Zhou Shike covered himself with a quilt. After thinking for a few minutes, he couldn't stand the sleepiness and fell asleep again.

Fu Simian was also at home today. He was covered in water vapor and went upstairs. Fu Siya was baking bread in the kitchen. She was bored in the old house in Jiangcheng and learned baking from the teacher. She couldn't wait to come to Beicheng to share with Fu Simian.

She came out wearing gloves, "See A Ke?"

Fu Simian slowly shook his head.

Fu Siya looked at him for a while, smiled, turned around and went back to the kitchen to bring out an egg tart.

"Have you not had a good meal recently?" Fu Siya pulled Fu Simien to the dining table and sat down, took off her gloves, "I also made porridge, you can eat something later before going to the company."

Fu Simian picked up an egg tart and bit it halfway. The sweet milky flavor and the sweet and sour jam on it exploded in his mouth. He didn't like these sweets, but Zhou Shike liked them instead.

The steaming seafood porridge uses the best shrimp and shellfish. This portion alone starts in the restaurant in four figures.

Fu Siya's long hair was tied behind her head, and she appeared here, diluting the sluggish and depressed atmosphere.

She always smiled, and even when talking about Zhou Shike, her tone was relaxed and natural.

"Take it slow, don't worry," she said.

Fu Simian's cold face suddenly loosened. He leaned on the back of the chair and said lightly: "Zhou Shixuan is looking for a partner for him."

This doesn't need to be checked, everyone knows it.

Of course, Zhou Shixuan is not the kind of person who is so popular that Zhou Shike can’t find a partner. However, when someone asks, she says she hasn’t seen it yet and can’t find a suitable one, so naturally someone will pay attention to it.

Zhou Shixuan held Zhou Shike in her palm. If she knew what happened to Zhou Shike and Fu Smien before, she would probably not be able to end it well.

Fu Siya thought for a while, picked up the spoon on the table and stuffed it into Fu Simien's hand, "That's not too anxious. What I told you back then, you don't listen to me, A Ke's personality is so stubborn, we can see it, why can't you tell it?"

"I can see." Fu Simian's voice was low. His cold had not yet recovered. His voice sounded slightly hoarse. He always wanted to cry after crying, but once he cooperated with his expressionless face, there would be no such misunderstanding.

Only in front of Fu Siya can he be too lazy to hide his feelings and indifferent to anything is his nature.

Fu Siya held his chin and looked at Fu Simien.

She actually expected the two of them to fall apart in the morning, and knew that Fu Simian would regret it. The only thing she didn't expect was that Zhou Shike said he didn't want him, so he didn't expect this. I guess Fu Simian herself didn't expect it.

At the same time, she didn't expect that Fu Simian could be so cruel.

She felt happy.

"Fu Simian, my sister is very pleased," Fu Siya said slowly. She saw Fu Simian looking at her in confusion, "At least someone has finally appeared in the Fu family, right?"

"From the future, even if you and A Ke are not successful, you will know how to treat the person you like," Fu Siya smiled very gently, "If you like him, you can't just ask for it, do you understand?"

Fu Simian hasn't spoken for a long time.

He looked at the rising fog in front of him and felt that all the scenery seemed to be covered with a layer of white mist.

"It's only Zhou Shike, there will be no one else." His voice was very light, and the firmness in his dark eyes was shocking.

The North City was almost soaked in the water, and many cities across the country were more or less affected by continuous rain.

The rainstorm did not stop completely, but instead drizzled and the city drainage system could not withstand this continuous and occasionally fierce offensive.

Zhou Shike posted a new song and took several sets of photos for Zhou Shixun's design. The endorsements he found were all interested in his own traffic. Song Guiyan didn't recommend him to answer, so he immediately became idle.

He became an idle person like Yang Shangchen.

Fang Ka has something to do. He looks very confusing, has a sweet mouth and is well-behaved, and is doing well in the hospital.

In the bar private room.

Zhou Shike was nestled in the corner of the sofa and playing with his cell phone. Yang Shangchen touched the chin of the little boy next to him, turned his head and said to Zhou Shike: "Tell me something about it. Fang Ka was beaten up by his partner yesterday."

Zhou Shike slowly raised his head, "What?"

"Don't have this expression. I just knew that he ran away from home after being beaten. He slept at my house last night. His mouth was broken, his eyes were swollen, and a few bruises on the back of his hands. Quan Yan later chased him. What a good guy, his face was covered in blood." Yang Shangchen stepped on the coffee table, and he was so happy to watch the fun. Anyway, Fang Ka had not beaten people once or twice. People who used to follow Fang Ka were frightened every day, just for fear that Fang Ka would shave his hands on his back.

Quan Yan was the one who stayed with Fang Ka for the longest time. Fang Ka said he was the object, so he would be the object.

Yang Shangchen picked up a melon seed and threw it to Zhou Shike, "San'er, go and talk to Fang Ka. If he really likes the wise, don't mess with others all day long. Fang Ka will listen to you."

After he finished speaking, he was silent for a while, "Forget it, you haven't figured it out yourself, let him do it yourself."

"San'er, wait, I've found someone for you. If you like it, take it away." Yang Shangchen looked mysterious and leaned over and knocked on the tea table with his fingers. With the crisp knocking sound, the door was gently pushed open from outside.

Zhou Shike gave Yang Shangchen face and took a look.

At first glance, he was stunned.

The boy was about 20 years old, wearing a white shirt, straight back and slightly thin body. When he looked down with his narrow eyes, his coldness was very similar to Fu Simian, but the uneasiness in the other person's eyes completely dispersed these imaginations.

Fu Simian is arrogant and aggressive. He can be calm and composed at any time. His coldness is also because he has the confidence and strength to not take anyone seriously.

But the other person's figure is really similar to Fu Simian in high school.

If you just see your back on the road, it will be difficult to distinguish. If you just glance at it casually, it will not be able to withstand detailed viewing.

Seeing that Zhou Shike didn't say a word, Yang Shangchen thought that this matter was done well. He waved to the boy to pour wine for Zhou Shike. He said to him, "You can't say anything, Fu Simianya looks so good, I can't find the same one at all, San'er, you..."

"Bang!"

The coffee table was kicked far away, and the sound of the corner of the table rubbing on the floor penetrated everyone's ears in the room.

Yang Shangchen seemed to be strangled, and all his words were stopped. His face gradually turned pale, embarrassing and puzzled. He didn't understand why Zhou Shike got so angry.

Zhou Shike stood up, picked up his coat from the sofa and put it on, and took the cigarette from the table. When he passed by the boy, he stopped and looked at the other person for a while.

He suddenly felt aggrieved.

"Yang Shangchen, I can't afford to live after leaving Fu Simian, right?" Zhou Shike asked in a low voice, "You can play for yourself." He didn't intend to listen to Yang Shangchen's answer, stuffed the cigarette and mobile phone into his pocket, and pulled the zipper head of his coat and left without looking back.

Yang Shangchen looked at the door that was being brought to the door with great force, opened his mouth, and hadn't come back to his senses for a long time.

He was immersed in me for the last second, and I dug out a treasure like Fu Simian. The next second, Zhou Shike was angry. He took a sip of cigarettes and then put out the remaining half in the ashtray.

"I did something wrong?" He turned his head and asked the little boy next to him.

The boy's eyes were full of anxiety, and he was also scared. No one dared to speak when Zhou Shike got angry.

"No, it's not wrong, right?" He replied carefully, "Brother Yang, if your father dies, would you find someone like your father for your mother?"

Yang Shangchen: "…"

After a while, Yang Shangchen said with a slight smile: "You really know how to use an example."

"I haven't read any books, don't mind."

Yang Shangchen stopped talking.

In fact, people like them, where do they really like people? They never know what it feels like to like people in their lives. They just want to pay for money when they get together. Later, even if they don’t want to pay for money, they won’t believe it.

In their eyes, feelings and marriage are nothing more than a deal and bargaining chip.

Therefore, being able to be angry and sad with Zhou Shike is just because he is Zhou Shike's childhood friend, he can't stand Zhou Shike being angry with others. He actually doesn't know what Zhou Shike is sad.

Zhou Shike was at the bar door, and he was waiting for the driver to pick him up. He didn't want to find a designated driver, so he couldn't drive after drinking.

A flash light flashed in the distance and his eyes flashed.

Although the surrounding lights are flashing, Zhou Shike is particularly sensitive to the camera's flash.
To be continued...