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Chapter 22 Uncover
Chapter 22 Uncover
It was not until the coat in his hand was taken out that the snow was shaken off and wrapped around him, that Ren Zhaoyuan had a sense of reality.
Tan Zheng's face was extremely ugly, and with the action of clenching his coat, it seemed like he was about to hit someone.
Ren Zhaoyuan felt a little guilty for no reason and blinked: "You shouldn't..."
Tan Zheng frowned and patted the snow off his hair. It took him a long time to say in a deep voice, "It's changed."
The topic of their day only started. Tan Zheng was sensitive to Ren Zhaoyuan's emotions, and he didn't even have time to react at that time. He just subconsciously felt compelled to speak when Ren Zhaoyuan's some unusual questions were thrown over.
The timing was not considered, and the follow-up was not considered.
But since it has been said, it is necessary to say it clearly.
All of Ren Zhaoyuan's rejection methods were within his expectations. Tan Zheng was not afraid of being rejected, but he was afraid that Ren Zhaoyuan felt that the words of love were casual.
After coming here, realized that tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and Ren Zhaoyuan should go back to celebrate the New Year with his family.
But reluctant to go.
Such a time was too rare for him.
Having a reason and an identity, the opportunity to stay upstairs under Ren Zhaoyuan has never been before, and may not be there in the future.
When the night fell slowly, and when the snow fell, Tan Zheng stood under the street lamp and quietly looked up at the building that had never been lit.
He likes snow, especially on snowy nights.
The streetlights were more dim than now, and the snow was heavier than now. Ren Zhaoyuan stepped on the messy and dirty ground in the warm light, walked up to him step by step, squatted down and said, "It's alright."
Since then, every snowy night is worth remembering.
Every piece of snow is Ren Zhaoyuan.
When Yu Guang saw Ren Zhaoyuan approaching step by step, Tan Zheng thought for a fraction of a second that he was hallucinating, and then his heart tightened.
Ren Zhaoyuan walked slowly, but his footsteps were steady. His couture suit outlined a superior figure, and his shoulders and backs were naturally kept straight.
However, Tan Zheng felt a sense of loneliness radiating from the inside out.
The more decent and normal his behavior, the more sad Tan Zheng felt.
Luoxue infected Ren Zhaoyuan's hair and shoulders, as if he did not belong to this world at a certain moment.
If possible, Tan Zheng would like to replace the coat that was tightly wrapped around Ren Zhaoyuan.
He finally understood why sometimes people get scolded by people close to them when they get hurt.
Why don't you always know how to take care of yourself? Why do you endure it when you have a stomachache? Why drink when you know you can't drink? Knowing that getting cold will make stomach problems worse, why don't you take a car or even hold your coat in your hand?
Obviously avoidable pain, why should I let myself suffer?
A lot of why, and it seems that there is no need to ask why.
Ren Zhaoyuan was going to Zhao Yuanqing for an appointment. The last time he heard about Zhao Yuanqing's incident, his reaction was particularly strong. This time, it was because who was more self-evident.
Tan Zheng has always known about Ren Zhaoyuan's love for Zhao Yuanqing, and has accepted it for ten years.
Whoever loves is Ren Zhaoyuan's freedom, and no one has the right to speak up.
But Tan Zheng watched Ren Zhaoyuan raise his face slightly and blinked at himself, his snow-stained eyelashes slowly fluttering, making him feel that Ren Zhaoyuan at the moment was extremely vulnerable and trusting.
Uncertainly, he lost his sense of proportion, raised his hand to cover his cold and red ears, and brushed the white of his eyelashes with his thumb: "Can't you let him go like this?"
"No matter what he's done, he'll always have the ability to make you sad, right?"
Ren Zhaoyuan said, "No."
Tan Zheng was startled suddenly.
"If you think so, then it is."
Tan Zheng understood the tongue twister-like words.
He did not question any of Ren Zhaoyuan's words.
"I know it's not," Tan Zheng said. "It's a bit surprising, I don't believe you."
Tan Zheng spoke too seriously.
This time, Ren Zhaoyuan was stunned.
He has always hated explaining things repeatedly, answering questions and solving misunderstandings, he will take the initiative to do it. But once he made it clear that he would face endless questioning, he felt tired.
It's really not necessary.
The more he experienced, the more Ren Zhaoyuan felt that explaining to someone who had already identified something was meaningless except to consume himself.
But he didn't even make it clear.
Tan Zheng had to return to explain that he did not believe him.
Ren Zhaoyuan avoided the scorching temperature on the side of his face with hindsight: "Why are you waiting here, you didn't call me."
"It's alright, I suddenly wanted to come over and try my luck." Tan Zheng stepped back a little, not wanting to let him stay in the ice and snow any longer, "Go back quickly, remember to take medicine if you're not feeling well, I'll go to the airport."
"How many times have you changed your signature?"
"One twenty-five in the morning."
After asking which airport it was, Ren Zhaoyuan looked at the time.
It's just 8 o'clock now, even if there is snow on the road, the speed of the car is slow, and the departure time at 11:30 is enough.
Ren Zhaoyuan held the front of his coat and asked, "Would you like to come in and sit?"
Until the door was closed behind him, Tan Zheng couldn't come back to his senses.
He was actually brought home by Ren Zhaoyuan?
"Don't change your shoes, just sit."
The layout of the first floor is simple and empty, and you can see it all when you look up.
The living room is connected to the cloakroom, kitchen, dining room, study, lounge and bathroom. Except for the closed door of the bathroom, other rooms are wide open.
Everywhere is neat, the necessities are complete, the decorations and murals are exquisite and expensive.
Just no life.
It seems that it is not often that people stay on this floor for a long time.
Ren Zhaoyuan's suit was soaked in snow, and he went to the cloakroom to change into a set of casual home clothes. When he came out, Tan Zheng was still standing at the entrance.
"There's a set of unused home clothes. I'm hanging it outside. You can change your suit and dry it before you leave."
"Okay," Tan Zheng moved a little under his feet, then stopped again, "The shoes are not clean, can I go barefoot?"
It was snowing heavily outside, so he stepped on the wooden floor and stepped on a water stain on his foot, but it was not appropriate to take off his shoes, so Tan Zheng could only stand there and ask Ren Zhaoyuan.
At this time, he didn't look like he had just been outside, and he was even a bit cautious and at a loss, silently, only waiting for Ren Zhaoyuan to nod or shake his head before a command would have an action.
Ren Zhaoyuan has always attached great importance to the sense of boundaries when interacting with people. He has many rules and regulations in his heart, and it is incredible to take the initiative to let Tan Zheng come in. Now looking at it for some reason, he said: "I still have a pair of slippers, but I have worn them a few times. , if you don't mind..."
"I don't mind." Tan Zheng said immediately.
"Hold on."
Ren Zhaoyuan went upstairs to the corner to get a pair of home slippers, and when he bent down and put it down, Tan Zheng gave half a step to one side.
When changing shoes, Ren Zhaoyuan put one hand in his trouser pocket and leaned against the wall to watch. Tan Zheng almost fought with both feet, but fortunately, he stayed behind for many years, so he didn't show any abnormality in his behavior.
After entering the cloakroom, Tan Zheng realized that there was something special. The visible area behind the corner was as big as his living room.
The set of home clothes that Ren Zhaoyuan mentioned was hung in a conspicuous place. It was a very simple style, and it was an ivory white that Tan Zheng rarely wore.
Tan Zheng couldn't help but leaned closer to the clothes and smelled it lightly and deeply.
Ren Zhaoyuan's breath is everywhere here.
Rosewood, iris, and the warmth and clarity that belongs to Ren Zhaoyuan alone.
It seems that there is no offensiveness, and it is like a high wall of its own weapons.
The changed suits Ren Zhaoyuan held up one by one on a hanger and hung up to dry at low temperature.
Tan Zheng's eyes closely followed Ren Zhaoyuan's hand, his Adam's apple rolled one after another, as if every movement of finishing was not fiddling with suits, but focused on the apex of his heart.
"What's wrong?"
"Ah, no," Tan Zheng turned his face sideways and turned back, "I was thinking, um, do you want to hang the coat in too?"
"The wool content is too high for this."
Tan Zheng nodded, and before he could speak, his stomach made a slight noise.
Ren Zhaoyuan smiled lightly: "I didn't think about it carefully, I'll go see what to eat."
It was nothing but a belly ringing, but when Ren Zhaoyuan smiled at Tan Zheng, his ears burned with embarrassment.
Usually, the housekeeping aunt comes twice a week to clean the downstairs and put some fresh ingredients that have completed most of the procedures in the refrigerator, steam in water or microwave for a few minutes.
But this week at the end of the year, knowing that Ren Zhaoyuan was not often there, he took it away and put it away, and there was only some wine on the fresh-keeping layer. Ren Zhaoyuan had to give up and open the freezer area to find a few bags of wontons.
"Shrimp wontons, do you want to eat them?"
Turning his head, he noticed that Tan Zheng's expression was slightly condensed, and Ren Zhaoyuan said, "If you don't like it, there are other things. Come and have a look?"
Tan Zheng said to eat, took it over and told him to make it, and asked Ren Zhaoyuan whether he wanted to eat pure wonton or wonton noodles, and then he couldn't help looking at the fresh-keeping layer of the refrigerator and said, "You haven't taken care of your stomach yet, can you not? Have you been drinking?"
Ren Zhaoyuan looked at the refrigerator and then at Tan Zheng, half surprised and half helplessly smiled: "Yes, don't drink."
He promised so succinctly, but Tan Zheng's uneasiness because of his words was too direct, and he added, "You can't drink iced water."
"it is good."
"Does your stomach still hurt? Do you want to take some medicine first? The temperature of the water should be enough for you to drink."
"It's not too painful. I'll eat it after a meal," Ren Zhaoyuan answered one by one and picked up the water cup. "Come on, Mr. Tan, my stomach is going to growl."
The two of them made do with two bowls of wonton noodles. They didn't talk much about eating their own. After the meal, Tan Zheng went to wash the dishes. Ren Zhaoyuan asked him to put it in the dishwasher. : "It's easy."
When he sat down again, Ren Zhaoyuan poured a glass of mint water for Tan Zheng and said sternly, "Tan Zheng, let's talk."
Tan Zheng nodded unintentionally, holding the glass in his hand: "If you have anything you want to ask, you can ask anything."
"You..." Ren Zhaoyuan paused, then said, "You like me, doesn't mean you are inferior in front of me. I do have something to ask, but you don't have to."
Tan Zheng nodded in agreement.
"To be fair," Ren Zhaoyuan said, "if I ask you a question, you can ask me one, and I can also not answer it."
"Okay," Tan Zheng looked up into his eyes, "you ask first."
"I want to apologize to you first..."
"No," Tan Zheng said during Ren Zhaoyuan's brief pause, "no matter what happens, you don't need to apologize to me, really."
Ren Zhaoyuan lowered his eyes, took out his mobile phone and opened the document he received in the afternoon, then turned the direction and put it on Tan Zheng's side.
"I'm sorry to have probed your privacy through some means. I want to know if these are coincidences or intentional."
The phone displayed some of Tan Zheng's flight information in recent years, which was compared with some of Ren Zhaoyuan's flight information.
The destination is the same, and the time is after Ren Zhaoyuan.
Short days, long months.
Continuing to slide down, as well as the comparison of hotel check-in information, most of them are in the same hotel as Ren Zhaoyuan, and most of the room numbers are the same. They are not in adjacent rooms at the same time, and the time is also after Ren Zhaoyuan leaves.
Zhao Yuanqing mentioned the various evidences he had found in his words, and even blurted out when he was in a hurry to say that Tan Zheng and Ren Zhaoyuan had already had contact beyond the normal relationship.
Ren Zhaoyuan was too lazy to argue, but he was careful, and then called Zheng He to ask him for help.
The private detectives under Zheng He are the best at these. Yao Qiming and Tongzhou had asked him to check Tan Zheng before, but he only checked his family background, entrepreneurial history and relationship history, and finally came up with four words, all clear.
This time, Ren Zhaoyuan said what he wanted to investigate, and it didn't take long for Zheng He's documents to be sent, and he gave four words, which were hidden.
Tan Zheng pressed his fingertips against the screen of the phone so hard that there was no blood.
He guessed what happened, but he never expected Ren Zhaoyuan to know this.
Just like all the shady things that were desperately covered in layers suddenly opened up, and were forced to spread out in the scorching sun.
He stole Ren Zhaoyuan's pen, went to the used book buying office to find Ren Zhaoyuan's books, observed him when he didn't know it, approached him with an unfamiliar identity and familiar nature, used lies and deception to gain his trust, and ate his food. things, stay in the room he lived in, go where he has been..
To put it uglier, you should be scolded as a pervert.
Can Ren Zhaoyuan really not see that this was intentional?
no.
He just wanted to tell himself that these things, he knew.
Enough is enough.
Tan Zheng swallowed several times and closed his eyes: "I'm sorry, I..."
Tan Zheng didn't know how to explain it.
He is indefensible.
All this was revealed too suddenly, and he was completely drained of the power to look directly at Ren Zhaoyuan.
With his elbows resting on his knees, he still couldn't help himself. Tan Zheng clenched his fingers tightly and lowered his head.
“Not a coincidence..”
"Ren Zhaoyuan..."
"I love you for many years."
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When Song Zhe and I met at 13, he stole other people's things and was chased and ran.
When they were together, they were twenty-three, and the malnourished man grew into a tall and handsome guy. He wiped the sweat with his oiled sleeves and said with a smile, "Brother Heng, I will repair the car and support you. "
We are thirty-three this year, and Song Zhe was drunk in the booth, pouring bitterness with several brothers, muttering that life is boring, and he wants to break up.
Kill, man, crime, law.
I tm want to fuck, die, him.
Poisonous tongue attacking ruffian, 1v1, HE;
Attacking perspective first person;
A short story of tens of thousands of words with splashes of water after a long time;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!