Facing scumbags, I choose BE

In the huge space.

Jing Huan sat on the stool, kneading the dough repeatedly to form a small lump, and finally rolled it into a thin layer of round skin with a rolling pin.

His slender fingers are a little rough due to years of housework.

In the past, he held the pen in his hand and won the first place in the first class every time he studied. Later, when he worked with Chu Qing and socialized with him, his hand began to sign the list.

Until Chu Qing's company improved and he was allowed to return to the Lord, his hands became washing rice, cooking, mopping the floor and cleaning everything in the family.

However, Jing Huan doesn't care about this, he retreats from the outside to the inside, and doesn't feel wronged, he is willing to do these things for the person he likes.

What made him feel aggrieved was——

Jing Huan stacked the dumpling wrappers one by one, which can already be built into a small castle.

The minced meat has also been mixed.

At this time, he put down the rolling pin, picked up the stuffing with chopsticks, and wrapped them up one by one.

The floor of the house that Chu Qing bought was one in a million, but because it is cold winter, the sunlight is weak, and the light penetrates into the high-rise houses through a layer of glass windows, making the light even more dim.

Jing Huan sat there with his back to the light, and his back invisibly penetrated the wall, casting an invisible slender shadow.

Obviously all the furniture is available, but this room still gives people a feeling of emptiness.

Jing Huan sat there silently, only the slight sound of chopsticks colliding with the minced meat. Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Unknowingly, a row of beautiful dumplings lined up on the dough.

When all the meat fillings were wrapped, Ruojia looked at the watch, and an hour passed like this.

Later, he started to boil water and waited for the pot to boil for dumplings...

He is already very skilled at this kind of work that is repeated every day.

When the steaming dumplings were brought to the table, Jing Huan sat there unable to pick up the chopsticks for a long time, and there was actually no desire to eat in his stomach.

Eating three meals a day is purely because, as an adult, he knows that skipping meals can cause problems for his health.

Because of these reasons, he forced himself to eat on time every day, even if he was not at home, he still had to eat.

He sometimes thinks narcissistically that if he doesn't eat, Chuqing will feel distressed when he comes back and finds that he has lost weight.

Chu Qing said that his Huanhuan is the most important person to him in this world.

He wants him to take care of himself.

But now, Jing Huan suddenly felt sick in his stomach, and he frowned to swallow the anger.

Picking up the chopsticks, I picked up a dumpling and ate it into my mouth, but the uncomfortable feeling in my heart still didn't dissipate.

I barely ate four or five, but I really couldn't eat it.

He got up, sat down on the sofa and reclined to make himself more comfortable.

He turned on the TV and watched today's news, and searched a few more TV dramas, and found that there is nothing that can easily attract him now.

He frantically turned off the TV with a "click".

The sourness in my stomach is slightly better.

Living this repetitive life of a housewife every day, Jing Huan closes her eyes and doesn't think about the details of her life in the past few years.

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It didn't take long for him to open his eyes, only to realize that he had accidentally fallen asleep on the sofa.

It's true, I have stayed at home for too long, just like the elderly, I can fall asleep for no reason after sitting on the sofa for a few minutes.

He glanced out of the window, the sky was already stained with darkness, he glanced in the direction of the door, it was still quiet, there was no movement outside the door.

Jing Huan laughed at himself twice, got up, and remembered that the dumplings he ate at lunch hadn't been cleaned yet.

He walked towards the dining table.

I didn't want to continue eating at night, so I changed to a rice porridge.

I drank a bowl.

When it was seven o'clock, he looked at the door again, and it was already quiet.

The urge to vomit acid water in Jing Huan's body broke out again.

He frowned and walked towards the bedroom.

Chu Qing came back very late recently, when he asked, Chu Qing said that he was working.

Jing Huan just smiled and didn't continue to ask, and there was an inexplicable emptiness in his heart.

Is he really at work?

Jing Huan didn't want to delve into this issue further.

He went into the bathroom with a change of clothes, and the sound of "squeaking" water was scalding. Every time he took a bath, Jing Huan would shiver from the inside out.

He didn't know why he felt extremely cold the moment the hot water flowed on his body.

After taking a shower, he came out, after eight o'clock.

Looking at the phone, there are countless arms grasping his heart: call Chu Qing, call Chu Qing.

Ask him what the hell is he doing?

But Jing Huan knew that he couldn't fight.

He just called at noon, there was a slight pause

, Chu Qing seemed impatient, if he called again now, Chu Qing would definitely feel annoyed.

He didn't have the courage to call again.

Moreover, his dignity does not allow him to continue to be so humble.

He is a serious graduate of 985, and he gave up the opportunity of the graduate school for the sake of clearing up, and came out with him to fight and enter the world.

Later, it did succeed.

However, he is no longer the high-spirited and proud son of heaven.

With more than ten years of social experience and fireworks, he is no longer the pure and innocent Jing Huan he was back then.

He thought too much and thought carefully.

People are like this, the more you think about something, the more you will get stuck in it and cannot extricate yourself.

Just like he is now, deeply trapped in the relationship between himself and Chu Qing, worrying about gains and losses, and constantly denying himself.

Jing Huan felt that he had changed and lost his confidence. He would not deny himself so easily before.

When she was in school before, when Chu Qing came to see him, she always looked forward to him cautiously, and praised him highly, and never questioned him, dissatisfied or impatient.

Plus his grades were among the best, how confident he was at that time.

Everyone and everything around him loved and respected him.

Teacher, classmate, Chu Qing...

After work, he has excellent working ability. When the company was first established, he advised Chu Qing.

He feels extremely fulfilled, and he does all this for the people he likes.

He can realize his life value by doing all this.

He felt that it was worth the effort.

But slowly, as he came back, he gave Chu Qing the Lord.

This kind of self-confidence was actually worn away by the fireworks day after day, so that it was completely wiped out, and there was no trace of Jing Huan in the past.

But no matter how it changes, Jing Huan's love for Chu Qing will never change.

Thinking of this, Jing Huan suddenly couldn't help sobbing, his voice was very low and soft, as if he was trying his best not to cry loudly.

In fact, the soundproofing effect of the room is very good, but he is still afraid that others will hear his cry and find out his weakness.

He bit his lower lip, letting the tears fall silently from his eyes, flowing over his cheeks and the corners of his mouth, and falling down to the backs of his hands on his legs.

The tears were a little warm, but they couldn't warm his heart.

After crying for an unknown amount of time, there was a sound of opening the door.

Jing Huan's whole body's nerves are mobilized, his ears are extremely sensitive at this moment, when a person is doing something that he doesn't want to be discovered, all his nerves and thinking are extremely sensitive and focused.

Chu Qing is back.

After Jing Huan realized this, he quickly raised his hand to touch his tears, and at the same time got up quickly like running to the bathroom, and he didn't care if he slipped in the middle.

Then when Chu Qing entered, he quickly closed the bathroom door, and the sound of "squeaking" water flowed out again and again.

Chu Qing went in and changed his shoes, walked over, paused at the bathroom, looked at the locked door inside, and continued walking like a bedroom without saying a word.

When Jing Huan came out again, he had already changed his clothes and lay down on the bed.

Seeing Jing Huan coming in, he glanced at him, smiled and waved: "Huanhuan, come here, let brother hug you."

Jing Huan hesitated for a moment, and then walked over, but Chu Qing saw his little action, and he was immediately displeased.

With a sullen face, he said lightly: "I don't want to"

Jing Huan originally planned to go there, but he was worried that Chu Qing would see his face crying. He didn't want Chu Qing to know that he had cried secretly at home alone.

I didn't expect my idea to be misunderstood by Chu Qing, how could he not want to

He is the person he cares most about loving again.

However, behind Chu Qing's calm face, Jing Huan suddenly felt sad.

Chu Qing had already started not to understand his thoughts.

His voice also faded: "It's getting late, let's rest, don't you have to go to work tomorrow?"

Who knows, Chu Qing sneered after hearing what he said, and nodded to herself: "Yes, I have to go to work tomorrow, so I don't have as much time as you do at home every day."

After finishing speaking, Jing Huan's complexion suddenly changed.

These words are light but their power is like a bomb, blowing Jing Huan's heart to pieces.

Is Chu Qing despising him?

I dislike him for not going to work and being at home all day in a panic

He feels like he's useless now, he doesn't need him anymore

After completing his career and retreating, all his achievements were gradually forgotten by time, so that now, Chu Qing can say these words casually

Xu Shi cried once just now, letting out some of the grievances deep in his heart, so now that he heard this sentence, Jing Huan didn't want to cry.

It just felt extremely desolate, and there was a hint of sarcasm.

He opened his mouth to say something, but after thinking about it, he didn't reply.

He even smiled at Chu Qing, and then turned off the light as he walked towards the bed.

In the dark, he went to bed, some distance away from Chu Qing.

But Chu Qing panicked.

He seemed to realize that he was a little rushed.

Then after a while, he leaned over and poked Jing Huan's back with his hand, and said in a low voice, "Huanhuan, are you angry with brother?"

Jing Huan shivered his shoulders. In the dark, he tried to keep his voice steady: "No."

Seeing him talking to her through the back, Chu Qing threw off her quilt and squeezed into Jing Huan's quilt. They used to share the same quilt, but then Chu Qing came back late, afraid of disturbing Jing Huan's rest, I slept in a bed by myself.

Unknowingly, the two separated and slept under the quilt.

Now, Chu Qing got into Jing Huan's quilt, Jing Huan didn't feel happy at all, he really didn't want Chu Qing to come in, but he wouldn't say it directly.

Chu Qing hugged him, buried her head into Jing Huan's neck, and begged in a low voice: "Huanhuan, what's wrong with you? Why are you ignoring brother?"

His Huanhuan has been with him for more than ten years, surpassing all people and things in the world.

Anyone can ignore him, but Jing Huan can't.

He doesn't allow it.

Jing Huan turned around after a while, his eyes were very bright in the darkness, he stretched out his arms around Chu Qing's neck, wrapped him in his arms, and said gently: "It's nothing, I'm not feeling well today."

Chu Qing became anxious, and he asked nervously, "What's wrong with you? Go to the hospital for an examination tomorrow."

He said to get up and turn on the light.

Jing Huan stopped him and said with a smile that she was fine.

It may be that he hasn't been sick for a year, and he probably has a fever or something.

Not a big deal.

As he said so insignificantly, Chu Qing also slowly relaxed.

"Huanhuan, you are my brother's most important person, do you know that?" The two were covered with a quilt and embraced each other, Chu Qing murmured to Jing Huan.

Jing Huan's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and then he smiled: "I know, Brother Qing, you are also my most important person."

After hearing this, Chu Qing was completely relieved, and he knew that it was impossible for his Huanhuan not to love him, and maybe it was just uncomfortable.

He pecked Jing Huan's face, with a smell of tobacco and spirits, he said: "Go to sleep, I'll go wash up."

Jing Huan gave an obedient "hmm".

After a while, Chu Qing got out of bed, took a change of clothes and went to the bathroom.

After Chu Qing left, Jing Huan completely relaxed.

Chu Qing told him that he was his most important person.

Should he believe it?

can he still believe

There was a faint scent of perfume on Chu Qing's body holding him.

It was a well-known brand of perfume for men, with three notes before and after.

Chuqing gave him a bottle before, but he didn't like to smear it, so he just opened it and smelled it, then put it at home, and finally threw it away after it expired.

For this reason, Chu Qing pretended to be distressed and said that he didn't understand his own heart.

Chu Qing doesn't wear perfume either.

Where did that perfume smell come from?

The crisp voice came to mind again: "What are you looking for, Brother Qing?"

That must be a beautiful and smart boy, Jing Huan thought, the one who can get Chu Qing's phone must not be an ordinary-looking person.

Suddenly, Jing Huan retched twice.

There was a sharp pain in his chest.

He wrapped the quilt tightly and stopped thinking, maybe it was just that he was too sensitive and too fond of digging into a dead end.

Chu Qing is the most important person he has always trusted, so he shouldn't doubt his words.

Jing Huan despises himself a little, he just loves to think too much.

The pain in his heart persisted, and he had no strength to think about it.

Slowly, he calmed down, closed his eyes and let himself fall asleep.