Dumb painter giants grudge

He Shishen had never felt so uncomfortable before.

Wen Rang even cried silently, only the unstoppable tear line fell out.

No matter how Wen Rang pushes, He Shishen hugs him tightly in his arms, Wen Rang bites his hand, tears flow down and wet the opponent's hand.

"Did I make you angry? I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He Shishen held the other person's head in one hand, and embed him tightly in his arms, "I'm sorry, don't cry, don't cry, I was wrong, don't cry .”

Wen Rang shook his head in his arms, trying to break free.

"I was wrong, I know I was wrong, I shouldn't be like this, don't cry, I'm sorry, don't cry, don't be angry, okay, ah..."

He Shishen repeated these words at a loss. He didn't know why Wen Rang broke out, and he didn't know what to do. He was so distressed. It turns out that there are various reasons for people's helplessness.

He Shishen's previous life was too smooth, and he didn't understand too many setbacks.

Wen Rang's emotions were still very strong, from pushing away the other party, he gradually turned into grabbing He Shishen's neckline and closing his eyes to tears, the two cuddled tightly together.

I don't know how long it took, the moon came out, and the faint moonlight shone through the window and scattered on the ground.

Wen Rang was silent and fell asleep, snorting lightly in He Shishen's arms.

That piece was still hot and humid, and Wen Rang's tears were exaggerated to say that they had almost dried up, but He Shishen was still in a state of mental tension, and remained motionless for fear of waking up the person in his arms.

He and Wen Rang didn't have much time to get along peacefully, and it was hard for them to be together once, but it hurt each other's heart. He Shishen still couldn't find the problem, which made him even more distressed.

Is it really that I was too anxious and scared the other party to cry?crying?then what?

Wen Rang was clearly in his arms, yet he looked so helpless and had nothing to rely on.

"I'm sorry." He Shishen muttered in a low voice, and kissed the other person's forehead.

I have been walking on the road with street lights all my life, but I never knew how to use bright love to illuminate you walking by the moonlight.

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It was just getting brighter, Wen Rang opened his somewhat swollen eyes, and what he saw in his blurred vision was He Shishen's jaw.

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Hearing that, he closed his eyes and thought about it, frame by frame of last night came to mind.

Fool.

Wen Rang exhaled weakly, the other party was still asleep, his brows were frowning, as if he had some nightmare.

Fascinated, Wen Rang touched the corner of the other's mouth with his own lips.

The other party still didn't respond, Wen Rang closed his eyes, and lightly kissed He Shishen's lips.

When Wen Rang tiptoed out of bed, the other party still didn't wake up, and kept his original movements.

I walked to the window and looked at the sky, it was still early.

Wen Rang went over to the counter and took out his cell phone from the coat. It turned off automatically when it ran out of power. It must have been the same. It didn't charge all day and night yesterday.

He Shishen's coat and cell phone were placed on the bedside table, and Wen Rang went over to pick up He Shishen's cell phone lightly.

The screen saver showed five fifty in the morning.

Wen Rang wanted to just check the time, but didn't want to look at anything.

But it was a coincidence that he was attracted by a text message.

Zhou Qi [187*****758]: "Is Mr. Wen's salary too high, will it cause..."

The text message stayed on the screensaver page and could only see a few words, but it was these words that aroused Wen Rang's doubts.

Wen Rang just swiped open the screen with the mentality of giving it a try, but he didn't expect that He Shishen's phone didn't have a lock screen password.

Once swiped in, the page will automatically enter the SMS chat page.

Zhou Qi: Is Mr. Wen's salary too high? Will it arouse the other party's suspicion? If other painters find out, it will be very troublesome.

The time of receiving this message was ten o'clock last night, which was probably... the time when the other party was confronting each other.

But before this one, there were several other messages, all of which were replies from He Shishen and Zhou Qi.

Wen Rang suddenly felt...unspeakably annoyed.

Zhou Qi: Is it convenient for Mr. He to answer the phone?

He Shishen: It's inconvenient right now, tell me in a text message.

Zhou Qi: The other party has agreed to join the art exhibition, don't worry, we will take care of things.

He Shishen: That's fine, don't make too much publicity, and don't deliberately do anything in the art exhibition.

Zhou Qi: Don't worry, I will follow the process.

He Shishen: Okay, I'll call tonight and talk to you about something.

Zhou Qi: All right.

The news saw this, and then it came to the article about remuneration.

Wen Rang couldn't help gritting his teeth, his hands trembling.

Who else could there be for Mr. Wen, but who else could be for Mr. Wen Rang.

It turned out to be the case, and thinking about it, why did a large official art exhibition contact him suddenly a week before the exhibition? It turned out that it was all planned by He Shishen.

Wen Rang put He Shishen's cell phone back to its original place, and stood there for a long time...

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"Xiao Rang, why did you come back today?" Wen Que was just about to go out when he saw Wen Rang coming in with his luggage.

Wen Rang shook his head and went upstairs. He looked a little tired and not in a good mental condition.

Walking into the bathroom, Wen Rang looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes were still a little swollen, his hair was slumped, and he was lifeless.

After taking a shower, Wen Rang charged his phone, then climbed into bed and fell asleep.

Wake up and forget about it.

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He Shishen asked the front desk of the hotel three times before he was asked to see the surveillance records of the front desk.

Wen Rang left the hotel at seven o'clock in the morning and left without checking out.

He Shishen had no choice but to check out the room with the room card, and drove the car out of the hotel parking lot, but he didn't know where to go. No matter how he called, the other party's phone was turned off.

Panic and anxiety filled He Shishen's whole body. After driving for a while, he encountered a traffic jam again, and his mood became even more irritable.

When he woke up this morning, there was nothing around him, not even a little bit of warmth left. He thought the other party was in the bathroom or something, so he got up and looked around, not to mention the person, all the luggage was taken away.

From last night until now, He Shishen was almost tormented to death by the ups and downs, great joy and great sorrow.

The traffic jam lasted half an hour, and He Shishen was so angry that he wanted to get out of the car and walk back, but he didn't know where to go.

After calling Lei Yuan to check Wenrang's whereabouts, after the traffic jam ended, Lei Yuan replied that Wenrang had returned home, and He Shishen calmed down a bit.

Now that the other party has gone back, he naturally won't stay here, so He Shishen immediately rushed back to Q City.

He wanted to go and hear about Rang right away, and wanted to know why the other party left without saying goodbye.

With anticipation in my heart, it seems that everything will be okay.

But halfway through the journey, it was cloudy. It had been raining in Q City a few days ago, and it seemed that today was also cloudy and rainy.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, there was a thunderstorm, and Wen Rang was awakened by the thunder.

Looking at the gray weather and the rain that should not stop today, Wen Rang thought deeply.

He Shishen drove for half a day, and when he arrived at the gate of Wen's house, it was already past seven in the evening, and the rain was still falling, and it was getting heavier and heavier.

There was not even an umbrella in the car, He Shishen was a little annoyed why he drove this car out.

He called Wen Rang again, but the phone was still turned off.

Not caring so much, He Shishen got out of the car in the rain and went to the iron gate of Wen's house to ring the doorbell.

The rain quickly penetrated He Shishen's whole body, and the raindrops slipped from his hair. He was very anxious, and he wanted to see him right away.

A few minutes later, a middle-aged woman with an umbrella ran over.

It's Wen's nanny, He Shishen met her before.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. He?" The nanny handed him an umbrella in her hand.

He Shishen nodded, took the umbrella, opened it and said, "Is Wen Rang at home, I have something to see him, I'm sorry."

"Second Young Master, he told me that he couldn't see anyone. In addition, he asked me to pass this on to you. I hope you will go back soon." The nanny took out an envelope from his coat pocket and handed it to the other party.

He Shishen tilted his hand over to block the rain, and took the envelope with wet hands, "He..."

"Mr. He, don't embarrass me as an old man. The Second Young Master won't see guests. Please go back. The rain is going to rain even harder."

Holding the envelope in his hand, He Shishen could only follow the other party's wishes, "Okay, excuse me."

After speaking, He Shishen returned to the car, soaked in rain, and wanted to open the envelope immediately, but stopped again.

He Shishen was afraid, he was not yet mentally prepared.

Putting down the envelope and sighing, He Shishen turned the car around and drove towards Fuda Garden.

When people are frustrated, a little bit of misfortune will be infinitely magnified.

When the car was one kilometer away from home, it ran out of gas, which made He Shishen's depressed mood even worse.

After calling Lei Yuan to come and solve the problem, He Shishen took the letter and walked home with an umbrella.

In the spring of April, walking on the road in the rain, no matter how healthy and strong a man is, he will feel a bit cold.

The trouser legs and clothes were clinging to his skin, the water from his hair flowed down the nape of his neck and into his back, and the leather shoes were even more ugly inside and out.

He Shishen was a little dazed. It was past eight o'clock in the evening since he woke up in the morning. If he didn't eat, drink or rest, no one could stand it.

And the rain had no intention of stopping at all. He Shishen was so tired that he didn't bother to go around some low-lying places when he passed by.

After entering the house, He Shishen felt a little better.

After putting the envelope next to the bedside table in the master bedroom, he took off all his clothes. His whole body was already a little chilly. After he went into the bathroom and washed it with hot water, he felt much relieved. After that, he drank milk and ate some bread to deal with it. He just got a little more energetic.

It was already ten o'clock when we got back to the room.

He Shishen sat on the edge of the bed, held up the envelope in a daze for a long time before making up his mind to open it.

Mr. He:

I hope that you have already returned home at this moment, and I hope that after reading these words, you can think carefully about our issues.

I think you may have misunderstood something, not only me, but also yourself.To put it simply, I don't like you, and in my opinion, you are probably just a new interest in me on a whim, I hope you can recognize the situation.

It's not that simple to like, you can also see that I hate you very much, I hate you very much, I don't want to see you, and please stop interpreting me with your opinions.

Of course, I also impulsively acted intimately. Maybe that impulsive action has brought you unavoidable misunderstandings. I am sorry for this. I am sober now, and I am really sorry for Mr. He.

If Mr. He insists that he is serious about this meaningless relationship, then let me tell the truth, I am not worthy of you, and I am not worthy of your seriousness. I hope you will think it over clearly.

In the end, I don't need extra help and care, I just can't talk, I don't need kind help, and I don't need your unreasonable love, thank you for your serious efforts, sorry.

I also hope that in the next few days, we can withdraw from each other's lives, treat it as a farce, and forget it.

Good luck.

————— Wen Rang