He Yuzheng was in a daze. Although he hadn't fallen asleep, he was about to fall asleep. The moment he heard the doorbell, he suspected that he had auditory hallucinations. He didn't sit up until the doorbell rang a few times again.

Who is this time? Only the owner and the guests allowed by the owner can come in this villa area. He Yuzheng went downstairs wearing slippers. He turned on the lights in the hall and the video doorbell. In the dim light, familiar people stood under the balcony, focusing on staring at the camera.

At that moment, He Yuzheng's powerlessness and anger intertwined. He stood in front of the video doorbell for two minutes, and then walked over to open the door when the doorbell rang tirelessly again.

Jiang Fang did not have a raincoat or umbrella, and was thoroughly soaked. In the late autumn night, he looked like a rainy night murderer, but his eyes were red, like being poured into the autumn rain.

"What are you doing here?" He Yuzheng's sleepiness was almost dissipated. He looked at Jiang Fang, and at Jiang Fang's tears, which he had almost never seen before, helplessly, but subconsciously asked in a soft tone.

"Come to be a junior for you." Jiang Fang was so depressed that he completely lost the shadow of a world-famous star, he was almost praying: "He Yuzheng, do you want it?"

Chapter 75 (Part 1): Don't Forgive

The night wind mixed with the rain and steam brought in a strong smell of wine, He Yuzheng took a step back: "You come first."

There was nothing he could do with a drunk.

Jiang Fang entered He Yuzheng's adult home all over the water, but he didn't sit down or say anything else. Instead, he followed He Yuzheng step by step, following He Yuzheng so closely that it stained He Yuzheng's clothes. rainwater.

"I'll pour water for you, you go and sit down." He Yuzheng said helplessly.

Jiang Fang remained motionless. He greedily looked at He Yuzheng who was close at hand, at his profile, at his neck, at his fingers, at every place that once belonged to him.

"promise me."

Jiang Fang said coldly, inside and outside the words, He Yuzheng seemed to bully his grievances.

He Yuzheng looked up at him irritably: "Drink the water."

Jiang Fang took the water obediently and drank it all in one go, and He Yuzheng poured him another glass.

"How much did you drink tonight?" He Yuzheng asked Jiang Fang after drinking three glasses of water.

Jiang Fang didn't speak, looked at He Yuzheng stubbornly, and trapped him in the corner of the island. Usually, He Yuzheng would feel dangerous at this time, but not at this moment. He clearly knew that Jiang Fang only wanted an answer.

"I don't want a junior." He Yuzheng was forced to answer him.

"Is she really a fiancee?" Jiang Fang asked again, half clear and half confused.

"What does this have to do with you?" He Yuzheng reached out to push Jiang Fang, but his hands were quickly caught by Jiang Fang, and then hugged. Jiang Fang pressed He Yuzheng into his arms, except for Jiang Fang's embrace in front of him. , He Yuzheng's other three sides are islands, he can't escape.

"Jiang Fang, let me go now, I'll prepare a bedroom for you, you've been drinking too much, I don't want to talk to you." He Yuzheng maintained her tolerance towards drunks, but was hugged by him reluctantly and obediently.

"Not loose." Jiang Fang's voice trembled: "I am not loose."

He Yuzheng heard the choked sobbing in Jiang Fang's words, and the tension all over his body was gradually removed. There was a moment of softness in his eyes, but after the softness was filled with hatred, He Yuzheng began to tremble: " You let me go, I feel sick of you."

He Yuzheng felt Jiang Fang's momentary stiffness, but still hugged him tightly: "So it doesn't matter to the extent that it doesn't matter, right?"

Jiang Fang sounded like he was laughing, his smile was bitter but happy. The next second, he suddenly let go of He Yuzheng, and when He Yuzheng was about to break free, he lowered his head and kissed his lips, with the overwhelming smell of wine, Unable to refuse strength, eager and in-depth concentration, he hugged He Yuzheng's waist and pressed against the back of his head, almost biting He Yuzheng.

He Yuzheng couldn't face this sudden action at all. Jiang Fang was hot all over, and he almost burned him when he kissed him. His kiss was even greener than nine years ago. Rude and reckless.

He Yuzheng was hugged off the ground by Jiang Fang, he didn't dare to move at all, because he felt Jiang Fang was hard...

Jiang Fang put his hand into He Yuzheng's nightgown, hugged him and kissed him enough. After a long time, He Yuzheng felt that the sound of the rain outside was quiet, and Jiang Fang released him a little. At this point, Both of their eyes seemed to be hit by rain.

He Yuzheng was afraid and anxious, but Jiang Fang finally kissed He Yuzheng again, and was so excited that he wept with joy.

"Enough? Enough, go away." He Yuzheng's words were inversely proportional to his tone. His tone even revealed a cry, and he turned his head and took a cup to rinse his mouth.

Jiang Fang stood behind him and was stunned, the blood all over his body cooled down instantly.

"Is it so disgusting?" Jiang Fang didn't seem so drunk, and clenched his fists tightly, but he never closed his eyes and didn't look at the scene.

He Yuzheng turned around after rinsing his mouth, his eyes were red: "Of course it's disgusting, you kiss Cui Shu like this."

Jiang Fang's face was dazed, and when He Yuzheng was about to leave, he suddenly held him tightly, and asked word by word, "What did you say?"

He Yuzheng was so sullen that tears came out of his eyes again: "You pretend to be a fart, aren't you the one living with her in the UK? Get out!"

He Yuzheng pushed Jiang Fang away completely, his anger and hatred almost rushed out of his body, he could not wait to chop Jiang Fang with a knife, he said incoherently out of control: "Even if you don't, don't like me anymore, I can't be with her!"

He Yuzheng felt that at the moment he was like a resentful woman who questioned a heartless man, which was extremely ugly.

But he couldn't control it, he stared at Jiang Fang, trying to catch the guilty conscience and remorse in his eyes.

But Jiang Fang didn't, Jiang Fang just grabbed him dazedly and harder: "He Yuzheng."

He Yuzheng couldn't help choking out, every word was like flesh cut from his heart, and he said it hard and painfully: "Why, why do you treat me like that, how much you hate, hate me, you want to talk to her …”

"I don't." Jiang Fang held He Yuzheng's shoulder and stared at him bluntly and eagerly: "He Yuzheng, I don't."