Pretending to be soft and forced to have a crush on divorce

Leaving the banquet early, went to the clinic to get some medicine, Wei Jun got into Pei Feng's car and went home, naturally to their respective homes.

Wei Jun had no intention of inviting people to sit upstairs, he stood sideways to Pei Feng, the shadow he left stretched from his feet.

"I'm going back."

The person sitting in the driver's seat looked at him from the lowered car window, with a layer of thrilling clarity in his unfathomable eyes, he sighed and replied: "Okay."

Wei Jun's figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs, and the sound of the motor of the vehicle started humming.

Pei Feng kept his promise. When the three-month period expired, he did not bother Wei Jun, nor forcibly broke into Wei Jun's life.

They seemed to really divide into two unrelated parallel lines.

early in the morning on a weekday.

Wei Jun and Pei Feng came to the Civil Affairs Bureau and successfully filed for divorce.

The secret love that will be married for one year and lasted for five years had to end today.

Wei Jun walked out of the gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau, and looked back at the man who had been quiet all the way. The other party seemed to really plan to break up with him peacefully, and he behaved unusually calmly. When he came to such a conclusion, Wei Jun couldn't tell what kind of mood he was holding. Are you unwilling?Or relief?

He couldn't argue.

"Goodbye." It was Pei Feng who spoke first, his tone was as gentle as jade, excruciatingly warm, but he was saying farewell.

Wei Jun left the beginning: "Goodbye."

"I..." Seeing that he was leaving, Pei Feng couldn't help but say, "Can I ask a question?"

"Say." The divorce was fulfilled as he wished, Wei Jun's mentality was very peaceful, and he developed enough patience to answer other people's doubts.

Pei Feng: "Did you decide to divorce me on your birthday night?"

Wei Jun was stunned for a moment: "Yes and no."

Pei Feng: "Is that so?"

Wei Jun: "That's right."

Pei Feng sighed softly, he had the opportunity to recapture Wei Junxin, but unfortunately he missed it too much, so that he fell into this difficult situation.

Answering a question was already considered the end of Wei Junren's righteousness. During the time he stopped talking to others, his strides were so big that Pei Feng couldn't catch up for a while.

Pei Feng stood where he was, silently watching his back.

"Wei Jun, I like you."

Wei Jun, who was walking in front, staggered and almost fell, and he knew that the other party would not give up so easily.

He glared angrily at the man who was unscrupulous and confessed in public. Fortunately, there were few people in the early morning, otherwise he would have become a monkey surrounded by spectators, staged a bloody drama of you love me and I don't love you.

"You're crazy." Wei Jun squeezed the divorce certificate in his hand, "Do yourself a favor."

Pei Feng: "What face do you want to chase after your wife?"

"..."

Wei Jun saw a man and a woman approaching from a distance. The men and women were far apart, with a cold expression on his face. He wasn't that cheeky to make people watch, so he turned around and left quickly, pretending that he didn't know Pei Feng.

Divorce is divorce, but Wei Jun feels that he has not escaped his married life.

I can see that person inadvertently every day, and I will be disturbed by all kinds of disturbances when I hide at home.

Wei Jun seriously doubted what he had ever liked?

However, it is generally not unbearable. The other party just figured out his bottom line and jumped up and down vigorously, telling him to get angry.

"Wei Jun, are you free?" An unexpected call came from Zhuangye.

Wei Jun: "Yes, what's the matter?"

"Come, have a night barbecue."

Wei Jun raised his eyebrows. The tone of the other party's speech was soft and vague, and his state was obviously not right. He must have been drinking: "Give me the address."

Signature barbecue by the river.

When Wei Jun found the place, there were several empty bottles of beer on the table of the person who called him. The person blushed and bit off the freshly grilled meat skewers. He looked drunk, but the eyes that looked at him were mostly sober. .

"Use wine to relieve your worries?" Wei Jun sat across from him and fiddled with the beer bottle.

Zhuang Ye's appearance was sloppy at this time, with a plain face, and since he was not very famous, no one recognized him, and probably didn't dare to recognize him as an artist: "It's just annoying."

"Annoying?" Wei Jun's eyes lit up, as if he had found a confidant, "I'm annoyed too."

"What bothers you?" Zhuang Ye was surprised.

Wei Jun thought for a while: "I don't know how to treat a person."

"Coincidentally, me too." Zhuang Ye.

Wei Jun: "Huh?"

Zhuang Ye glanced at Wei Jun: "My situation is a little different from yours. Your troubles are not my troubles. Seeing your rosy face, you are quite happy to be troubled."

Wei Jun's pupils shrank slightly, and he retorted subconsciously: "How is it possible?"

"Okay, okay, if you don't think so, then it's not." Zhuang Ye didn't intend to argue with Wei Jun, he was so annoyed to death now, he didn't have the heart to analyze the reason for others, just coax him.

Wei Jun took a deep breath, and suppressed the thought of pursuing for the time being: "What's bothering you?"

"Same as you, annoying someone." Zhuang Ye's face was extremely foul, "You should be able to guess who it is."

Wei Jun thought about it: "Fu Yanzhan?"

"Yes." Zhuang Ye distributed the delicious meat skewers to Wei Jun.

Wei Jun: "You two still meet? You have terminated the contract, what can he do?"

Zhuang Ye: "You can't do anything, you're disgusting."

Wei Jun sensed the emotion in Zhuangye's words, and was surprised: "Then Fu Yanzhan really has thoughts about you?"

Zhuang Ye was speechless, Wei Jun gloated, and his tone was dangerous: "Are you happy?"

"No, I didn't." Wei Jun quickly restrained himself and changed the subject, "Tell me why he annoys you?"

Zhuangye: "I don't discriminate against homosexuals."

Wei Jun nodded, indicating that he would not be alluded to.

"He likes me as much as he likes me. I don't feel anything, anyway, I won't accept it." Zhuang Ye looked a little strange, "But I didn't expect him...he is such a strange person."

Zhuang Ye's words can be called euphemistic, and it can no longer be described as strange, and he is a patient who should almost be admitted to a mental hospital.

Fu Yanzhan likes Zhuang Ye's way, or pursues Zhuang Ye's way, just like the nobles in the old days who gave favors to the lower class, thinking that Zhuang Ye would be moved by a small favor, and turned into a servant kneeling and licking.

"I have never met a person who pursues anyone. He likes to eat that dish, and then he looks at me. If I can't afford it and don't give him a pinch, I will give me a face." , but after easily achieving his goal, he was not so angry, so he reluctantly accepted Fu Yanzhan's apology. After all, many friends are better than many enemies.

"If you want to say, it's not good for me, and it's not."

"Before filming, he was the first one to find out that I was sick, help me deal with personnel affairs, and arrange my journey to the hospital."

"Remember my birthday, remember my likes and dislikes, the gifts I give each time, the meals I eat together, now that I think about it, I like them all."

"To be honest, I treat him as a friend. Sometimes his petty temper can be tolerated. My temper is not perfect. The two understand each other."

"But now, after he revealed his thoughts, he became special..."

Zhuang Ye couldn't think of a suitable adjective, hesitated for a while, and then stopped describing it.

"He always challenged my patience by acting like I would always give in to him."

"The day before yesterday, he kissed me and wanted to talk to me..."

Wei Jun urged: "Tell me, I know I want to sleep with you, don't be hard to say, then what?"

Zhuang Ye's eyelids twitched, and finally continued: "I rejected him, he was very...excited, he didn't understand why I refused, and felt that I had no right to reject him."

"Catch me and tell me how much you love me and how much you spoil me. I'm usually dull and stupid, but he endured it, saying that I don't know what's good or bad when he takes the initiative."

Wei Jun: "???"

Zhuang Ye's face turned green and pale, he still had something to say, he couldn't say it, but because of this sentence, he was so depressed.

Fu Yanzhan yelled at him, as if he had made such a great sacrifice, telling him that he was willing to do nothing for him, isn't it enough to love him and spoil him?

"Who is it?" Wei Jun sighed, "It's so weird."

Zhuangye took a sip of beer sullenly to suppress the depression in his heart.

"Where's that person you bother with?" Zhuang Ye asked.

Wei Jun thought about it for a while, and then explained the well-arranged words.

He objectively described the matter between himself and Pei Feng, and he didn't know whether he wanted to get some kind of advice from Zhuang Ye, or just a simple report.

"What do you think?" Zhuang Ye.

Wei Jun shook his head: "I don't know."

Zhuang Ye: "Okay, I know your answer."

Wei Jun: "Huh?"

"You..." Zhuang Ye stared at him, "The person you mentioned must be Pei Feng."

Wei Jun: "Yes."

"Pei Feng is good enough for you." Zhuang Ye commented on his boss confidently.

Wei Jun: "..."

"That alumnus of yours, if he had matured earlier, I would definitely urge you to try with him." Zhuang Ye smacked his lips regretfully, "It's a pity that he can't beat the boss now."

Wei Jun: "Are you Pei Feng's trustee?"

"Just telling the truth." Zhuang Ye said, "You gave me the answer."

Wei Jun: "Me?"

"You are hesitant about how to treat Pei Feng, which means you still have affection for Pei Feng." Zhuang Ye, "I know very well how to treat Fu Yanzhan."

Wei Jun was speechless.

"But if you really want to give up, I recommend you to hang out with your alumni and classmates. Although it's unfair to your classmate, I think he can't ask for it." Seeing Wei Jun's confused look, Zhuang Ye pointed out, "Your classmate sent you I didn’t think about asking him or looking it up online?”

"Iris, I know it means longing, and the number 103 represents..."

"I thought about the number of strokes in your name. Wei has 3 strokes, and Jun has 10 strokes."

"As for why it's not 310, or my guess is wrong, you can ask him yourself."

"I'm not very optimistic about your classmate. He obviously has a lot of opportunities to confess, and a lot of opportunities to further develop with you, but he only dares to send some gifts with no clear meaning. How cowardly."

Zhuangye was contemptuous.

"But he should be really good to you, much better than Pei Feng who made mistakes. From what you said, he is working hard to make progress. I don't know if he can stand it."

"Even if you can't bear it, there's you. Pei Feng's weakness lies in you."