inferior possession

Facing Han Shuo's inquiry, Ji Lu was a little at a loss.

The heavy gardening scissors in his hand were gripped and loosened, loosened and gripped again, his palm was icy cold, and a thin layer of sweat broke out, that is, the deer lowered its head and swallowed with some difficulty.

After a while, Ji Lu pretended to be calm and shook his head, "No."

"I don't believe it." Han Shuo said bluntly, "Is it your boyfriend? He treats you badly?"

"It's really fine." Ji Lu smiled, not wanting him to get involved, "Don't worry about me."

"Brother Lu." Han Shuo stood up and persuaded him righteously, "I saw that you were injured, and since he came to buy flowers that day, you have been in poor condition. I..."

"I'm not feeling well," Jilu said calmly, "but it doesn't matter to others."

"Brother Lu, you don't need to hide it for him," Han Shuo was filled with righteous indignation, looking very angry, "If something happens, we should call the police and let the police take care of it. Don't be afraid of him, this kind of evil wind cannot be encouraged!"

"Okay!" Ji Lu raised his voice to stop him, a little nervous, his voice was a little rough, "Stop guessing."

He didn't know if Duan Congzhen was listening to him. If Han Shuo really said something, it would definitely be harmful rather than beneficial.

Han Shuo was inexplicably yelled at, and was a little taken aback. After a while, he pursed his lips slightly and looked at him a little unreasonably.

Realizing that he had spoken too much, even the deer paused, seeing his hurt look, felt guilty for a moment, but could only refuse his kindness lukewarmly.

"Han Shuo, thank you, but this is my own business, I will handle it myself."

"But he..."

"I appreciate that you hired me, and I appreciate that you treat me like a friend, but that doesn't mean you can meddle in my private affairs."

"..."

Speaking of this, even if Han Shuo wanted to help, he didn't have the face to continue to speak. Mei Feng sighed tightly, but he still didn't say anything in the end, he was afraid that his relationship with Ji Lu would become more tense.

Looking at the back of Han Shuo bowing his head and returning to the lobby, even though the deer was annoyed, he couldn't explain much. He stood there for a long time, then sat down lazily, and picked up the gardening scissors.

Holding the roses, slowly peel off the sharp thorns, put the still fresh flowers on the low table, and tie the gift ribbons through the silver foil wrapping paper.

The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated, and when Lu took it out, it was that strange number again.

That is, Lu hangs his eyes, presses the answer button, and a smiling voice rings in his ears.

"Bambi, you are too indifferent." Duan Congzhen said with a half-smile, with a low and lazy tone, "He seems very sad."

That is, the deer did not speak, lowered his eyes, and groped the sharp blades of the scissors with his fingertips, feeling the touch of the skin being scratched.

Not caring about his silence, Duan Congzhen said again, "Do you really like to hurt men's hearts?"

"Did it hurt you?" Ji Lu asked softly.

As if he didn't expect him to speak suddenly, Duan Congzhen was dumb for a moment, then smiled lightly, and said lightly, "No."

"Then it's fine." Ji Lu laughed at himself, "What are you afraid of hurting others, as long as it doesn't hurt you?"

The man's voice was gentle and sounded very soft, and Duan Congzhen was even in a trance for a moment, as if he had returned to those days when the deer would hug him from behind and whisper love in his ear tirelessly.

But the words are full of thorns, the obedient attitude is laced with sarcasm, and self-deprecation contains a little blame.It's like a docile kitten, when you tease it, it will stretch out its paws to scratch you.

Duan Congzhen raised his brows slightly, and was a little interested in his profound attitude, so he couldn't help but smile with his eyes bent.

Hearing the suppressed laughter from the other side of the receiver, his breathing was a little messy, with a low voice line, indescribably lazy, and even reminded people of his appearance on the sofa.

Ji Lu was stunned for a moment, he didn't know what he was laughing at, and he didn't know what to say now, so he kept silent.

There was rarely such peace between the two of them.

The quiet atmosphere was silent for a while, before Duan Congzhen spoke again, his voice had faded from the smile, and there was a bit of blunt indifference, "Bambi, remember to stay away from him."

"Yeah. I remember." Ji Lu smiled softly, "I still remember you looking at me all the time."

Duan Congzhen was a little surprised to be interrupted by this man twice in a row, his lips parted slightly, but he didn't say anything.

After mocking him, Ji Lu kept his voice back and said in a low voice, "If you promise not to hurt my friend, you can let me go far away now."

Duan Congzhen laughed as if he had heard a joke, and his voice was contemptuous, "Bambi, I don't care about them, I care about you."

"Thank you." Ji Lu Dan said, "My pleasure."

Duan Congzhen's remaining words were stuck in his throat, and he was too dry to speak.

It's only a few minutes, three kills.

His Bambi is getting over the top.

"Okay. It's pretty good." He smiled lightly, and said a few words inexplicably, "I'm very busy these days, so please calm down."

"When am I restless?" Ji Lu asked back.

When he was the most restless, it was all because of Duan Congzhen. Now that he doesn't care, why would he do anything out of line for Duan Congzhen?

He is not alone now, he has friends, a job, a house full of flowers, and children who come to chat with him every day after class.

Even if he doesn't cherish himself, he should cherish these hard-won fates.

That's what he never got from Duan Congzhen, respect, protection, care and attention.

Even before leaving Duan Congzhen, he didn't know that he was worthy of being liked by others.

Duan Congzhen didn't say anything, he just gave a vague "um" and said, "Good boy."

Hanging up the phone in a hurry, as always, Ji Lu was even used to his attitude of coming and going as soon as he called, and silently put away the phone.

After packing the flowers and waiting for the takeaway to be picked up, Ji Lu turned and went back to the lobby, intending to wash his hands. When he turned around, he saw Han Shuo staring at him with complicated eyes. He probably heard what he said just now. His eyes met. Han Shuo Withdrawing his gaze, he lowered his head again.

Sighing slightly in his heart, Jilu finished washing his hands, and when he looked up, he saw his own face in the glass mirror.

He stared at the eyes in the mirror for a long time, trying to find out the obscurity and dimness that Han Shuo saw inside, but he could only see nothingness.

In a daze, Duan Congzhen's words "I care about you" sounded in my mind again.

He knew that Duan Congzhen had a bad nature, was good at manipulating, had such a superficial charm, and really lied without blinking an eye, but even so, he had never heard him say "care" before.

Ji Lu was taken aback for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, the water in the basin was almost overflowing.

Turning off the water quickly, Ji Lu looked at the mess on the ground, cursed inwardly, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes slumped.