Zhou Jinheng also failed to get through to Yi Hui's phone, and went back to S City overnight.

There was still no one at home. The cup used last time came back was placed on the bedside as it was, and it contained half of the cold water.

I opened the address book again, and flipped it up and down two or three times, but was stunned that couldn't find a number that could dial.

He had no idea where Yi Hui could go.

But this kind of situation is not unfamiliar. Once in memory, the cause and Zhou Jinheng have almost forgotten it. It is nothing more than putting pigeons and not keeping promises. In short, it makes the little fool unhappy, and the little fool is angry. ran away from home, didn't go to the capital to find brother, and didn't go back to other houses in S city. My phone was turned off, and didn't know where it went.

Zhou Jinheng was attacked by his old family and his eldest brother who was far away in the capital. He asked his friends to check and monitor. He drove to a department store in the city center in the middle of the night after getting the news. The Doraemon, pitifully shrunken into a ball.

Later, Zhou Jinheng asked him why he was running there, but Yi Hui turned his back and refused to talk about it. He didn't have the patience to ask, but he just thought he was angry with a child and left the matter behind.

Anyway, don't guess the fool's mind, the ghost knows what he is thinking about.

Of course you can't get used to it. Zhou Jinheng could foresee that if he went out to look for it again, the little fool would dare to do it next time. That's how the word "fearless" came from.

So he took a bath in peace and prepared to sleep. Tomorrow morning, the little fool turned on the phone and received a call from his uncle. Hearing that he was at home, he must have come back by himself.

Lying on the bed, he touched the smirking Doraemon, Zhou Jinheng pinched its big face and kneaded it as if to vent. He let it go when he was at ease, and threw it on Yi Hui's pillow, turning over to cover the quilt, Fall asleep.

Zhou Jinheng had a dream.

It was a spring dream, the picture in the dream was blurry, and a person could be seen lying on the bed in front of him. The man was slender, his flesh and bones were even, and his skin was covered with a layer of white light against the dark sheets.

He couldn't help reaching out to touch it, the touch was delicate and smooth, and a very soft and thin humming sound entered the ear canal, accompanied by the trembling of the body under the palm, his head exploded, he didn't think of anything, lifted it up Lap up on the bed, overturned.

After waking up, Zhou Jinheng lifted the quilt panting heavily, and the moment he saw the mess under him, his face became extremely ugly.

Facing the mirror in the bathroom, he found countless reasons for himself. For example, he was too tired from filming a while ago and didn't have time to relieve himself. For example, he hadn't gone to bed so early for a long time. Deep sleep is most likely to cause strange dreams.

However, looking at the dripping face of the person in the mirror, the sloppy look in his eyes that seemed to be still reminiscent of the steam, Zhou Jinheng had to force himself to admit that he was obsessed with Yi Hui's body.

In the past three years, he has been home a few times and has done it with Yi Hui a few times.

At first, Yi Hui took the initiative to seduce. The little fool didn't know where to learn the clumsy method. After taking a shower, he crawled on the bed before his hair was dry. Zhou Jinheng threatened to drive him out of bed, so he hugged the quilt and looked at him with red eyes.

When Zhou Jinheng became impatient, he picked up the pillow and planned to go to sleep next door. The little fool became anxious and crawled over to the bed to grab the hem of his clothes. Only then did Zhou Jinheng see that there was no inch of his body under the quilt. The little fool was not wearing anything, his thin waist was half-covered by the thin blanket, and his face was flushed from his face to his chest.

There's no reason not to eat it if it's delivered to your door.

What's more, Zhou Jinheng was in a bad mood when he had just been forced to marry, and urgently needed someone to vent his anger.

The feeling of having sex with the little fool is fresh and wonderful. He is clearly a few years older than him, but the little fool is so jerky in bed that Zhou Jinheng thinks he is bullying the children.

The little boy was covered in fine skin and tender flesh, and he was about to cry with a little effort on his hands, but he didn't dare to cry out, he bit his lip and gasped through his nose, and when he was so uncomfortable, he leaned on his shoulder and whispered, "Husband... Slow down, Huihui hurts."

As everyone knows, such words can only play a role in adding fun on the bed. The little fool was beaten up by his legs, and tears flowed down his cheeks silently, passing through his brightly colored lips, like freshly picked cherries from a tree. , let Zhou Jinheng just want to swallow him.

It was obviously a confusing scene, but the innocent eyes of the little idiot added a hint of innocence. It is also the natural innocence of the little fool that seduces Zhou Jinheng to indulge several times.

The person in the mirror noticed from the darkened eyes that he had reacted again, and became angry again.

Picking up the phone, the screen was empty, there was no call back from the little fool, the door downstairs was closed, everything was as cold as usual at the door, and no one came back at all.

This feeling of being threatened and restrained by something made Zhou Jinheng get out of his irritability, no less than the feeling of depression and restraint brought about by the restriction of personal freedom.

While thinking hard in his heart that you won't come back, he used his actions to relieve manic depression and kicked the flowerpot by the door.

I never imagined that the flower pot was so fragile, it would shatter to pieces when touched, the mud inside spilled on the ground, the slender rhizomes fell into the mud, and even broke two leaves.

After about a quarter of an hour, Zhou Jinheng received a call from assistant Xiaolin: "The arrangement has been made, and I will come to the door in two hours."

Zhou Jinheng was dissatisfied: "Two hours? No, you must arrive within an hour."

Xiaolin said helplessly: "It's embarrassing enough to buy a flower pot. You don't know the variety of the flower. Different varieties require different soils.

Zhou Jinheng clicked his tongue, squatted down, frowned and touched the stem and leaves that had been pushed back into the soil with his fingers in disgust: "It's a white flower with five petals, and the stamens are also white... I should like the coolness and humidity, Afraid of the cold."

He remembered that the little fool would water the pot of flower every day when he was at home, and move it into the house when the weather turned cold. He looked annoyed and told him to throw the flower away. The little fool shook his head like a rattle and said, "A home is like a home with flowers and grass."

Thinking of this place is even more sullen, knowing that this is home, why don't you hurry back?

Xiao Lin answered and said to call the person as soon as possible to show the revolutionary spirit of saving flowers as saving people.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Jinheng picked up a piece of broken porcelain from a flower pot and fiddled with the pile of soil a few times. He couldn't help but start worrying that this squeamish flower would not survive.

He is impatient and impatient. He has never raised any flowers and plants, and his knowledge of caring for plants is close to zero. If the nanny in this family is still there, this flower may be saved in time.

Why was the nanny fired?

Zhou Jinheng frowned, and began to search for answers in trivial matters that had been ignored.

It seems that it was because he felt that the nanny had too much control and thought she was bought by the little fool. That day he just learned that the former assistant had a private connection with the little fool. . The little fool has been in a relationship with the nanny aunt for a long time, and he shed a few tears for this.

Now think about it, what big waves can a nanny who does laundry and cooking make? At that time, he was dizzy, and he didn't care about the little fool's mood at all.

Even though his face became more and more uglier to the naked eye, Zhou Jinheng was still reluctant to admit that this emotion was called regret.

It doesn't matter, save the flower, call the little fool back, and it will be fine.

Zhou Jinheng picked up his mobile phone and took a photo, and sent a copy to his circle of friends and Weibo.

After posting, sat down, leaned on the seat and folded arms and waited for others, occasionally glancing at phone from the corner of eye.

The little fool is most concerned about his every move, he doesn't believe he can't see it.

Today's capital, like S City, is a rare sunny day since the beginning of autumn.

In a mobile phone store, Yi Hui inserted the phone card into his phone, and Jiang Yimang exclaimed, "Ah, Heng Heng has posted on Weibo!"

Yi Hui's hand trembled as the phone was turned on. Jiang Yimang leaned over to look at it: "Isn't it right, you haven't used your phone for so long that you can't hold it steady?"

She helped with the boot settings, stored her and Jiang Xuemei's numbers, and excitedly wanted to post a Weibo to Yi Hui.

"No, no need." Yi Hui hurriedly grabbed the new phone, "I don't know much about Weibo, I just need to make a call."

Jiang Yimang pouted: "Yes, you probably won't be able to open Weibo with your broken mobile phone. It's not like Mom won't give you money, why don't you choose an expensive one?"

Yi Hui smiled: "I don't need to be so good, I just need to make a phone call."

On the way back, Jiang Yimang imitated Jiang Xuemei and kept nagging, saying that it is not okay to refuse social interaction like him, even socializing online is better than being bored alone, and all the problems are caused by boredom.

It's been a long time since was disliked and cared about like this. Yi Hui nodded repeatedly and said yes. When he returned to the hotel, he opened the browser and searched for information on the Internet.

First, searched the news of Yi's Group, and clicked on the latest date. caught brother's name at a glance in the dense text, and the whole article reported that the eldest young master with a foreign surname was well-managed, and the business of the Yi family was booming. .

Go to the sister-in-law's name. Said to be his sister-in-law, but he was actually a boy of the same age as him. The news said that he was filming in seclusion in a remote area of ​​the southwest. According to the fans of the visiting class, everything was fine.

Yi Hui was relieved, for fear of accidentally seeing other news related to the entertainment industry, he hurriedly closed the page after reading it.

Jiang Xuemei called at noon and asked if Yi Hui was feeling better.

Jiang Yimang interjected at the microphone: "Okay, I took him to buy a new mobile phone, so don't worry about him getting lost now."

Jiang Xuemei giggled on the other end of the phone: "Don't worry, as long as you two brothers and sisters are fine, Mom doesn't know how to rest assured."

It was a good idea to go to Yi Hui's alma mater to find the art teacher who recommended him to participate in the competition, but Yi Hui had a cold wind last night, developed a low-grade fever in the middle of the night, and kept coughing, so scared that Jiang Xuemei didn't dare to take him out again. Go to the teacher and let Jiang Yimang stay and take care of him.

Hearing that Jiang Xuemei was inviting the teacher to dinner and had to go elsewhere to do some errands in the afternoon, Jiang Yimang rolled on the bed: "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, it's so boring, I should have brought my cross stitch to pass the time."

Yi Hui saw her half-embroidered figure cross-stitch, smiled reluctantly, and said, "You can go out and play, don't worry about me."

Jiang Yimang did not forget his mother's entrustment, and resolutely stayed to take care of others. Holding the phone, we switched from WeChat to QQ and then to the phone, sitting cross-legged in the corner laughing and laughing, and chatting with the little sisters in full swing after a while.

After chatting for a while, he suddenly jumped up: "Really? Didn't you just return to the capital from S City? Check in at the Garden Hotel? The one in the west of the city?"

After getting a positive answer, Jiang Yimang jumped off the bed, his coat and shoes greeted him indiscriminately, hurriedly ran to the door, patted his forehead, and hurried back to drag Yi Hui out with him: "Let's go, let's accompany him. I'll go to help, it only takes half an hour!"

Yi Hui was dragged and ran all the way. In less than ten minutes, he was standing downstairs in the splendid hotel, among a group of chattering girls.

Jiang Yimang was chatting with the girl next to him: "I live in a nearby hotel and I'll be there across the street, do you think it's a coincidence? When I saw in the group that Heng Heng would come out later, I killed him directly. !"

Only when he saw the hotel sign from a distance across the road, Yi Hui's heart was already hanging in his throat. Now that the name of that person was constantly being mentioned from the mouths of the girls around him, he was even more panicked. The first thought was to leave quickly.

"Hey, where are you going?" Jiang Yimang grabbed his arm, "Don't run around, people will come out right away, we'll be back in a while."

As soon as the voice fell, a black commercial car came and slowly stopped at the entrance of the hotel. Several security-looking people filed out of the hotel.

The crowd immediately boiled, except for Yi Hui.

The first time he saw the familiar commercial vehicle, he knew what was going to happen next.

As if aware of the approaching danger, he desperately backed away and tried to evacuate, as far as possible, but he couldn't help being pushed forward by the crowd. He said something to Jiang Yimang, but the surrounding was full of turmoil, and he could only see his mouth opening and closing.

After all, he couldn't squeeze out of the crowd.

Yi Hui's eyes were full of panic, his eyes crossed the crowd, and he watched the man strode out of the hotel. There were obviously a lot of people around, security guards, assistants, agents, a mighty group, and he saw him at a glance.

He was dressed in black clothes and black trousers, dressed in a low-key manner, but his cold and powerful temperament was unique, which made people involuntarily keep their eyes on him.

He held the phone in his right hand to his ear, his face was gloomy, as if he was angry at the person on the phone.

Breathing abruptly, Yi Hui seemed to be dragged back to the past he didn't want to recall, as if he was being pulled back by an inextricable hand, and immediately thought uncontrollably—

I'm gone, who will make you angry?

Just looking away, exhausted the last bit of strength on the body.

The rabid fans swarmed forward, finally leaving the only misfit in place.

Yi Hui closed his eyes weakly, trying to obstruct his vision to forget the image that had just been reflected in his mind.

But that person, that face, he traced inch by inch with his fingers, and drew it down reverently with a pen. Every outline and every subtle expression was deeply etched in his mind, and he couldn't erase it or gouge it out. go.

When Jiang Yimang came back, she had not yet recovered from her excitement, and wished that the whole world would come to share her joy of seeing her idol for the first time: "Heng Heng is so handsome, the real person is better than the photo, and he is so tall, so he laughed. Good-looking, don't laugh more... My God, how can there be such a perfect person!"

After talking for a long time without waiting to agree, Jiang Yimang took the initiative to attack, holding Yi Hui's shoulder to make him face him: "You see him too, right? It's the one in black. Today, Heng Heng's clothes are really amazing, especially lining him..."

The voice came to an abrupt end, and the smile on Jiang Yimang's face froze, stunned for a while, then stammered and asked, "You, what's wrong with you?"

Yi Hui shook his head, wanting to say nothing, but his throat was hoarse and blocked, and he couldn't make a sound.

Following Jiang Yimang's surprised gaze, he raised his hand to touch it, but before he touched his chin, a drop of transparent liquid fell on his palm.

Only then did he realize that his face was covered with cold tears.

The author has something to say: don't worry, it will be soon.These are all things that must be done before the truth is known.