Falling back to gl

The pen is custom-made, not a popular product, but a very special small object. The bottom of the cap is engraved with "NJ" in artistic fonts, representing the initial capital letters of their surnames. It was designed by Ji Cen'an himself and then engraved with a laser go up.

This thing is unique, there is only one in the world, and it can be recognized at a glance.

After all, the blue diamond at the top was a collection specially acquired by Ji Cen'an through an auction, and it was already worth six figures, and it has increased by a lot now.

Someone's prodigal ability is very famous, and she could have sent other things at that time, such as paintings with appreciation of art, or jewelry and other items, but she had to show her "heart" and show off. He just got such a four-faced local feature and forced it to Nanjia, thinking that it was called attention, and arranged birthday celebrations with great fanfare, which once made Nanjia unable to come to Taiwan.

Nanjia hated this gift at first, hated the high-profile and exaggerated way, resisted her self-righteousness and reckless recklessness, and refused to accept it on the spot, but later she kept it and was forced to accept it.

But just accept it, rarely use it, and keep it on the shelf for ashes.

Right now the pen fell on the foot of the table, as if it had been abandoned, Ji Cen'an couldn't help but be serious, he had to find trouble for nothing.

The bright light of day refracted into the window, passed through the gap in the bookshelf, and hit the man's back, casting a hazy halo.

"Get a new nib, and it will be repaired in two days." Nanjia replied calmly, "No difference, it's still the same as before."

After a few days of cold war, coupled with this incident, Ji Cen'an used to make use of the problem to play, holding on to the problem.

"The master who made the pen has left, and now no one can repair it."

Nanjia said: "That store is not closed, it is still open, and there are apprentices staying."

"You deliberately."

"Just careless."

Ji Cen'an took an inch and turned a corner and said: "I didn't like it before, but this time it broke and I just scrapped it, so as not to be an eyesore."

Nanjia said lightly: "It won't be scrapped once it falls."

On the surface, it seems normal, some are dispensable, but they don't look like it.

As if being touched into a forbidden area, Ji Cen'an's body reacted greatly, sensitive and fragile, faint blue lines appeared on the side of his fair neck, and the weak meridians under Ruyu's skin could be seen.

Ji Cen'an said rigidly, "It's no longer usable."

As if not aware of her emotions, Nanjia said in a low voice: "It can be used, you can change it again."

A little angry, Ji Cen'an's eyes darkened slightly, inexplicably.

"In your place, everything can be replaced with a new one?"

Seemingly unable to understand the deep meaning in the words, Nanjia continued: "It's just a pen."

Not on the same channel as the person in front of me, and intentionally lagging behind the rhythm, it is obvious that I can get through at one point in the past, but now it is blocked at one end, and I can only get in and out of those words, ambiguous.

"So it doesn't matter if you lose it?"

"It's just dropped, not lost."

"No difference."

"Have."

It is difficult to turn around at a corner as big as a palm, and the distance between the two is getting closer and closer. Ji Cen'an can't speak well, and if he moves forward, Nanjia has to straighten his waist, and he can clearly feel her warmth all the time. body temperature.

The hard touch on the back is cold, in sharp contrast to the person in front.

Nanjia's breathing slowed down accordingly, and she didn't move too much, and became more restrained.

"Do you know it yourself?" Ji Cen'an's tone was a little harsh, becoming elusive and weird.

The face close at hand carried the hostility that had been accumulated for a while, and the deliberate "revenge" floated on the surface. The mood of this person seemed to be completely different from the inaction in the morning. The fake and empty camouflage was cracked, revealing nasty and annoying.

The silence of the past few days was only temporary, and what was hidden was the truth that should be there, closer to Ji Cen'an's nature.

The soft touch of the tight fit was infinitely magnified. Nanga twisted her body and turned sideways. Not used to her stinky problem, she said instead: "Yes, I know it myself."

Ji Cen'an looked gloomy: "Did you admit it?"

Nanjia barely raised his chin: "What do you think?"

"is not it?"

"That's important?"

"important."

"It's not the answer you want anyway."

"What do I want?"

"do not ask me."

Ji Cen'an fell ill again, and asked in a low voice, "Didn't you know?"

Nanjia was impatient: "I don't know."

"Speak clearly." Ji Cen'an insisted.

Nanjia: "Get out of the way, I want to go out."

"You've finished your work and are free now."

"Let me or not?"

Ji Cen'an has a stubborn temper: "No."

Nanjia couldn't bear it anymore, unable to face these nonsensical things, her voice raised slightly: "Ji Cen'an."

But it wasn't very loud, and it was still in a low voice, and didn't make too much noise for the outside to find out.

Ji Cen'an was indifferent, instead of restraining himself, he climbed up the pole to show his ruthlessness, and remained stubborn as before.

He's an asshole, like a dead face who has lost a fight and is unwilling to bow his head to admit it. In the end, he is still unwilling to face the reality. If he dies, he will drag the other party into the water together.

The cramped space is too narrow, and it seems that there is no way to escape, and everything is restrained and controlled.

Too strong a sense of oppression makes both sides feel uncomfortable, it is like a tightly pulled string in the heart, it will rebound when it is suddenly loosened, but on the contrary, it is about to break, and neither the left nor the right can retreat.

Nanjia wanted to break away from being blocked by this man, but no matter how hard she tried, she was held down by Ji Cen'an. The man's left hand supported her waist, and the other arm was horizontal, blocking the way.

Ji Cen'an's strength was so strong that Nanjia's waist seemed to be broken, and there was no reason to say it.

"I didn't like it before and refused to use it. Why did you take it out?" Ji Cen'an asked again, "Why do you still use it if you don't like it? Is it for fun?"

Nanjia retorted: "I can't find anything that works, so take this instead."

"There are other signature pens on your desk, right there."

"I didn't see it."

Ji Cen'an: "Who are you lying to?"

Nanjia quibbles: "I didn't see it at first."

"Such a big pen holder, with more than a dozen pens in it, do you think it's air?"

"It was covered, so I didn't see it when I came in."

Ji Cen'an cursed harshly: "Fart!"

Nanjia is fixed there and cannot return to this.He is not good at quarreling, and cannot speak such vulgar vocabulary, and is overwhelmed by the other party's rascals who make unreasonable words, and cannot even utter a single word.

Xu Shi's blood rushed to the top of his head, Nanjia's mouth trembled, and he was very angry.

"Three-year-olds don't believe it," Ji Cen'an said, grinding his teeth, pretending to be eccentric, "Nanjia, has anyone told you that your level of lying and nonsense is really bad."

The clumsy lies were ruthlessly exposed, and Nanjia's ears were stained a little crimson, embarrassed and at a loss.

Getting along with each other in the past was not like this, at least two points can be kept thin, but now it has changed a lot, awkward and unfamiliar.

"Believe it or not..." Nanjia said, maybe he was a little irritated, and he was determined to stick to the end, and he would not follow Ji Cen'an's wishes.

Ji Cen'an: "You don't have that ability, you can't even pretend."

Nanjia: "It's useless to provoke me."

"I didn't provoke you."

"..."

As if he had seen through her hole cards, Ji Cen'an spread out and said, "You just don't agree with what you say, and you don't want to admit it."

Nanga's black face: "Why didn't I admit it?"

Ji Cen'an went straight to meet him, and dug a hole where he couldn't touch it: "Do I need to say it?"

Nanjia looked away: "I don't understand what kind of nerves you are having."

He raised his left hand, pinched her chin, and forced her to turn back to face him.Ji Cen'an was persistent, and immediately made a faint red mark on the side of Nanjia's face. It was inconspicuous, but it still existed.

Nanjia felt a little pain, but held back and didn't make a sound.

Ji Cen'an said fiercely, "You don't even dare to face yourself."

Suddenly, as if he had been hit hard, Nanjia froze, his face froze, but then he quickly collected his mind, suppressed it again, and deliberately replied calmly: "That's what you think, Not my idea."

"If not, then why are you hiding?" Ji Cen'an said, "You've already left, why come back, just leave and never come back again, can't this work, or can't it be done?"

Nanjia's red lips parted, and after a moment, she replied: "This is my house, if you want to go back, I should come."

Ji Cen'an: "I gave this to you, mine, originally you didn't want it either."

Nanga: "It's not yours now."

"Then are you willing to take it, just because I want to give it to you, and you accept it?" Ji Cen'an asked the bottom line, really annoying, "What is the premise of giving you this?"

Nanjia looked at her, watching her backlit figure silently.

Ji Cen'an was tyrannical: "Speak."

Nanjia said: "Forgot."

"You haven't forgotten."

"Can not remember."

"It wasn't long before you were willing to admit me, and it took so long before you were willing to look me in the eye." Ji Cen'an said, explaining the real reason, "Because you are my girlfriend, that's when it was real."

The straight slanting light was dazzling, and Nanga drooped his eyes.

Ji Cen'an: "But you always feel that I am using you for entertainment, you don't believe me."

"..."

"It's been all these years, always."

No words to deal with, Nanjia was dumb again and again.

Ji Cen'an: "But now you are the one who came to me first, you went to the rented house to find me, it's not what I want. I left you, and you came here.

You hate me so much, what are you doing like that over and over again, why don't you stay away?

Are you not afraid that I will pester you?

Didn't you want to take revenge on me at first, why did you do this?What should I do if I can’t get rid of it in the future? How will I solve it then? "

Nanjia stopped struggling, and stopped his useless actions.

"Have you thought about it?" Ji Cen'an's eyes were deep, as if he wanted to burn a hole in her.

There was silence in the study room, and erratic dust floated in the air, forming pillars along with the beam of light.

After a while, Nanjia responded inaudibly: "No."

Ji Cen'an said seriously, "Now I'm your pastime."

Nanjia raised his eyes: "Do you think so?"

"Is not it?"

The room fell silent again.

Ji Cen'an turned to the serious one, put aside the really insignificant pen, with an indescribable expression on his face, and asked unwillingly: "Since you think so, can I also throw it away at any time, and change it when it's useless? new?"

Nanga said, "I don't know."

"Do you still want me?"

"..."

"answer me."

"do not know."

"Don't know or haven't thought about it?"

"..."

The answer is obvious and there is no need to pick it out.

Silence is affirmation, beyond doubt.

His eyes were covered with gray, Ji Cen'an's expression was gloomy, he stared at Nanjia's impeccably beautiful face, and for a long time, he stated the facts gently: "Mr. Nan, when you agreed to sleep with me, it was you who took the initiative, not I forced you to..."