Flashy Circle 3

Ling Shang withdrew his thoughts, turned and returned to the desk.

As soon as he sat down, there was a knock on the study door.

"Come in."

It was He Xiutong who pushed the door open.

"Ling, Xiao, night snack is done, it's done, are you, are you, are you busy?" He Xiutong stood by the door and asked.

Ling Shang raised his eyebrows, "New taste?"

He Xiutong nodded, "Well, I hope you can give me some advice..."

This kappa has always been keen on making dim sum, and recently he has been trying to make new flavors and styles.

"...That's fine." Ling Shang looked at his rolled up sleeves and apron, and stood up.

"This time, I added a little apricot and almond powder, and a little condensed milk. The taste, the taste should be better than the last time..." Ling Shang took the trouble to be a taster recently , He Xiutong was very grateful and hoped that Ling Shang could enjoy his meal.

in the dining room.

"Well, it tastes good." After eating, Ling Shang put down his chopsticks and raised his head to praise.

Although Ling Shang is not a professional gourmet, the delicious delicacies for so many years are not for nothing. In addition, he is engaged in the hotel industry, so he is no less picky about food than an insider.

"T-really?" He Xiutong grinned happily, "This, this is good."

Afterwards, the maid came to clean up the kitchen, and He Xiutong was there to help.After tidying up, he pulled down his sleeves, took off his apron, walked to the living room, and was about to leave after talking to Ling Shang.

Ling Shang was sitting on the sofa drinking weak tea. Hearing this, he first turned his head to look out the window—the bright lights in the past seemed extremely dim in the vast rain, and thunder and lightning flashed from time to time.

"Typhoon day, it's getting late, let's stay here tonight." Ling Shang put down his teacup and looked at He Xiutong.

"This..." He Xiutong was taken aback, and quickly shook his head, "I, I have an umbrella, but I can take the subway."

"It's windy and rainy, and it's useless to have an umbrella; besides, the subway is still a long way from your house."

"..." He Xiutong also glanced out the window, "I'm staying, I'm staying here... Will, will I call, bother you? Besides, I don't, I don't bring a change, a change of clothes..."

Ling Shang smiled, "No. As for the clothes..." He turned to the housekeeper, "Xiao Zeng, go to the brand store on the first floor and bring some suitable clothes, and charge them to my account."

"Yes."

"No, no need... This, this is not good..." He Xiutong stopped in a hurry.

Ling Shang didn't care about his objection, just smiled lightly, "There are many guest rooms here, you can choose one."

-

late at night.

He Xiutong tossed and turned on the big bed.

Maybe it was because he was wearing expensive satin pajamas, maybe the bed was too strange, or maybe the room was too wide for him to be cramped, in short, he suffered from insomnia.

He opened the door quietly, intending to sit in the living room; but the butler in the VIP room was different, and immediately noticed his problem, and thoughtfully delivered milk and a box of small puzzles to pass the time.

He Xiutong returned to the room, sat on the carpet, drank milk, and worked on the puzzle.

He is really stupid, facing those irregular small pieces of pictures, he has no clue at all.

The sound of the rain and the wind outside was loud and quiet, making the room extremely quiet.

As he struggled, He Xiutong's vision blurred.

In fact, recently, he has had a bad life.

After saying goodbye to Ling Shang Luo Zixin in the western restaurant last time, he was dragged by Chu He to an empty studio for interrogation.

"Hmph! You blamed me so confidently for breaking up with Jiang Junsen for a rich man last time. Didn't you hide it from me for the same reason?"

"I-I'm not..."

"Fart!" Chu He interrupted him roughly, "Just admit your vanity in your heart honestly, why don't you pretend to be ignorant, it's annoying to watch! I really didn't expect you to lie to me, now With the support of Young Master Ling, you don't take my so-called younger brother seriously, do you? !

"I thought you were so devoted to Jiang Junsen, and you just talked about it, and you hooked up with the big boss in a blink of an eye, and you still have to pretend to be an innocent and pitiful idiot, who is it for you?!"

"Crack!" There was a crisp sound.

He Xiutong couldn't believe it, he actually slapped Chu He.

He couldn't say anything about Chu He, but he was really angry, so he did it.

Chu He on the opposite side also looked stunned. He covered the half of his face that was beaten, and his eyes widened.

After a long time, Chu He twitched the corners of his mouth and showed a disdainful smile, "He Xiutong, you have shown your gestalt this time. Don't think that slapping me will make you look different from me. After all, we are doing the same thing. Things! If you hit me, you should hit yourself!

"Now that you have the backing of Ling Shang, I can't do anything to you, and I dare not; but, from now on, we have severed the relationship!"

He Xiutong hadn't recovered from the slap before he was kicked out of the studio by Chu He, and the door slammed hard in front of him with a "bang".

After being dazed for a long time, staring at the palm of his hand for a long time, he finally realized what he did just now!

He returned home in a daze.The next day, when he forced himself to go to work, he opened the door and saw Jiang Junsen, who hadn't seen him for a long time, standing at the door.

The latter put down his hand to ring the doorbell, smiled a little unnaturally, and said, "I want to tell you that I quit my job in the hotel."

"I had a friend who opened a small hotel and needed staff, so I went over and helped."

"...Thank you for doing so much for my work before. But...it is... difficult for me to continue working in the hotel as if nothing had happened." He only needs to think of He Xiutong running in front of the big boss to help him When I applied for a promotion, I felt hot on my face.Perhaps, this is also an opportunity for him to start over and stop doing nothing.

"Anyway, thank you. I'll treat you to dinner when I'm free." After speaking, Jiang Junsen turned around, opened the door, went in, and closed the door.

For a moment, He Xiutong felt empty in his heart.It seems that I have lost everything.In the past, he could still say that he had relatives and good friends.Why, all of a sudden, it's all gone.

He wanted to talk to someone, but when he saw Ling Shang, he couldn't say anything.

He brought too much trouble to the latter, and...Although Ling Shang looked the same as usual, there were just one or two moments where He Xiutong felt that his mood was also at a low ebb.

In Ling Shang's smile, there was a taste of "lonely".

As if resonating with his own mood, He Xiutong tried his best to make himself look very devoted and happy, as if his troubles and Ling Shang's troubles would all disappear.

But sometimes, it's really hard to forget.

Memories will always pop up from a corner, replaying in front of your eyes with ultra-high resolution without hindrance.

He Xiutong wrapped his arms around his knees, tightly circled himself, and wept silently.

Ling Shang pushed open the door of He Xiutong's room, and what he saw was He Xiutong curled up, trembling slightly.

-

The wind and rain disturb people's hearts.Ling Shang woke up after sleeping for a while.

When I opened the door, I saw light from the guest room not far away.

He walked over and found that the door was only ajar.

-

"...What's wrong?" Ling Shang asked softly.

He Xiutong's body trembled, he looked up at the door, and quickly wiped away his tears, "No, it's okay... I, I just returned, I was still playing jigsaw puzzles..."

He frantically moved the small mess in front of him with his hands.

Ling Shang walked over and sat down on the carpet, "...what happened?"

He Xiutong found that whenever he was in the most embarrassing situation, Ling Shang always appeared in front of him.

"Yes, I'm sorry..." As soon as he finished speaking, he cried again.

He intermittently told Ling Shang the reason.

"I, I don't, I don't know why, why I moved, hit, hit him, I never, never, didn't have this, such thoughts, thoughts... only, just when, at that time... no, somehow , What, I just hit..."

Ling Shang listened quietly.

After a while, He Xiutong calmed down a bit, and said again, "I, I think, I can, maybe I don't, I don't want to... Listen, I heard that he has this, this, this, this feeling, this feeling for Jun Sen. Comments, comments..."

He has been secretly in love with Jiang Junsen for so long, he tasted all the sweet, sour, and bitter bits by himself, his confession ended in failure, and in the end he had to ask the person Junsen really liked to put a sticker on his feelings A "talk about it" label.

Even Jiang Junsen himself avoided his feelings.

He gave away a heart in exchange for basins of ice water.

"Yes, I'm sorry... again, I've caused you trouble again..." Ling Shang was in a bad mood, and he was still crying, which is really annoying!

"...Do you still like Jiang Junsen now?" Ling Shang asked after a while.

He Xiutong was taken aback.Then, he lowered his head, "...I, I don't, I don't know..."

That mess of jigsaw puzzle pieces is very similar to his current situation.

"..." Ling Shang also looked down at the puzzle and didn't speak.

He Xiutong's ineffective antenna didn't know what he had picked up, so he suddenly asked Ling Shang, "...Are you, are you also troubled, troubled by feelings...?"

Ling Shang raised his head, "...Why do you ask that?"

"You, most recently... don't seem to be very happy. Just, just suddenly... I, I think I should ask this..."

Ling Shang smiled wryly.

Perhaps the heavy wind and heavy rain outside is more suitable for a bitter drama. In this situation, facing He Xiutong whose tears are still wet, Ling Shang feels that he is more honest than ever, "...I have never believed in love....But, I have to admit, I did worry about it, and for a long time."

The two sat facing each other, speechless for a moment.

He Xiutong said, "...Does your heart, sweetheart...no, don't like, like you?"

"...I don't know. . . . I don't know what he's thinking. I don't know what I'm thinking.

"...Maybe deep down in my heart, I don't like him that much either." That night, after parting in the parking lot, Ling Shang sat in the driver's seat without moving.He wanted to cry, but he couldn't. At most, his eyes hurt, but there were no tears to shed.

"...At least, he is not more important than myself."

"...but, but, are you happy?" He Xiutong asked blankly.

Ling Shang looked at He Xiutong and smiled, "...You kappa sometimes asks quite sharp questions."

"...Yes, I'm sorry..."

"You don't have to apologize. ... There are always other ways to make yourself happy."

"...Are you going to let go, give up that, that person?"

Ling Shang did not answer this question for a long time.