Jiao Jing saw that he still didn't let go, and said angrily, "Are you going to let go?"

"Come in." Yan Zhuo gave way and compromised with her.

The stench in the living room has dissipated, but the sheets of paper lying on the floor hinted at what had happened.

Jiao Jingwei couldn't deceive herself anymore, she clenched her fists hard to stabilize her body that almost fell.

Yan Zhuo didn't dare to look at her expression, she lowered her head and felt like she was a junior who was caught raped by the main room.

It's so embarrassing.

"Cough... you sit down for a while, I'll clean up the living room." Yan Zhuo said calmly, clutching his palms.

After finishing the waste paper, Yan Zhuo asked silently, "What would you like to drink?"

Jiao Jingwei has recovered from the initial shock, and glanced at him lightly: "Boiled water will do, it's hot."

When Yan Zhuo boiled water for her, Song Yan happened to enter the door with a lunch bag in his hand. The moment he heard the sound of the fingerprint lock, Yan Zhuo instantly stiffened.

what to do? How should he explain it? After Jiao Jingwei found out about this, Song Yan would be angry with him.

"Song Yan." Jiao Jingwei said when Song Yan was changing shoes, "You're back."

Song Yan suddenly heard her voice, but did not respond: "You...?"

Jiao Jing smiled slightly: "I can't hear my voice? I have something to ask you."

Song Yan put the bag on the coffee table and asked, "Where's Yan Zhuo?"

"Here, I'm here," Yan Zhuo immediately raised his hand, "I'm boiling water in my kitchen!"

Song Yan asked, "Why are you boiling water?"

Jiao Jing took a look at the kitchen and said, "I made him burn. You know, I never drink cold water."

Song Yan didn't say anything, but it could be seen from his expression that he was not in a beautiful mood.

He originally went out to buy dinner for Yan Zhuo. He estimated that Yan Zhuo would also have difficulty walking, but he did not expect that he would still have the time to serve others drinking hot water.

So got a little temper unknowingly.

Song Yan asked, "What did you say just now?"

Jiao Jing pulled the hair on the lower side slightly. This is her usual action before every nervousness. The words are vague: "There are outsiders here, it's hard to say."

In just one sentence, Yan Zhuo's identity was established.

The water just boiled at this moment, Yan Zhuo lowered his eyelids and said in the dense steam, "Then I'll go to the back room and you can talk."

Song Yan stopped him: "No." He turned his head and rushed towards Jiao Jingwei: "Let's go out and talk."

Since the breakup, Jiao Jingwei has never been to this community again. Looking at the surrounding buildings now, there is a feeling that things are different.

She lowered her eyes: "there will be a class reunion the day after tomorrow, I'll let you know. I didn't expect to see others at your house."

Song Yan did not speak.

Jiao Jingwei added: "I'm quite surprised that he appeared in your house. After all, you are a person with a strong sense of self-territorial."

Song Yan made a sound of "um" and did not deny it.

"You..." Jiao Jing hesitated slightly, "Maybe I think too much, I see..."

"Jingwei," Song Yan suddenly stopped her, as if he had called her so tenderly many years ago.

"What you see is the truth, and what you think is the truth," he said.

Hearing his name from his ex-boyfriend's mouth again, he didn't expect such a scene. With such an answer, Jiao Jing asked with a wry smile, "Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"But you are both men, how could it be... how could it be, what will you do in the future?" She couldn't believe it, and was extremely worried.

So what does that matter.

Song Yan was too lazy to popularize his emotional history, so he just said lightly: "We will talk about the future things later, just live the present moment first."

It's hard, it's hard.

Jiao Jing sighed slightly, looked deeply at Song Yan and asked, "Then do you like him?"

"I don't know." Song Yan answered truthfully.

He frowned, as if he was facing a huge problem. After a while, he politely asked Jiao Jingwei, "Can you do me a favor?"

"What are you busy with?"

Song Yan said, "Just stay still." Then he hugged Jiao Jingwei.

About three seconds or maybe longer, he let go.

Jiao Jing raised her eyebrows slightly: "What do you mean? Explain."

Song Yan lowered his head and smiled, that smile was particularly attractive.

"It's nothing interesting, just confirmed one thing."

"Ok?"

A thing that he has been neglecting, a thing that he can't believe but has to face.

And those abnormal behaviors that happened to him and caused by him finally have a reasonable explanation.

Jiao Jingwei couldn't understand the hidden meaning under his expression, and realized that he was getting further and further away from him.

That's fine, she was relieved suddenly.

Time is turning, and no one will be waiting for someone in place. If the feelings no longer exist, perhaps now, is the best ending.

"What about the class reunion? Are you still going?" she asked.

"No," Song Yan said lightly, "you guys have fun."

He has more important things to do.

Chapter 43 Hospital

Yan Zhuo's eyesight has been very good since he was a child, and his vision test has always been 5.1.

So when he snuck behind the window and secretly saw the two hugging figures downstairs, he wanted to doubt his eyes for the first time in history.

But the truth is, they always deceive themselves how long their relationship can be maintained.

Yan Zhuo lowered his eyes, blocking the sight that he wanted to continue to glance downstairs.

He should pretend to be stupid.

"Songqiao is calling, Songqiao is calling."

Suddenly, the phone rang in the living room, and Yan Zhuo walked to the sofa and used his fingers to hook out Song Yan's phone from the crack of the sofa.

He stabilized his current chaotic mood and pressed the answer.

As soon as the call was made, Song Qiao shouted from the opposite side: "Why are you only answering the phone now!!"