He Gu splashed his face with water several times, the heat on his face went down, and his brain also became a little awake.

He adjusted his tie, looked at himself in the mirror blankly, and slowly revealed a mocking smile.

What are you afraid of, why, the worst outcome, you are already prepared for it.

He turned around and left the bathroom.

Outside, people at a table were still chatting and drinking. Feng Zheng had already returned to his place. He was looking down at his mobile phone. When he saw He Gu came out, he looked up. Those eyes were dark and bright, hiding elusive emotions.

Song Juhan also turned his head, with a vicious look as if he was watching the prey enter the cage.

He Gu glanced at him and sat back next to him.

Song Juhan turned slightly and said with a smile in his ear, "You fucking dare to lie to me."

He Gu didn't say a word, but filled himself with a glass of wine, stood up, and said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Mr. Song, my elders, I'm not feeling well today, and staying here is also a disappointment for everyone, so I want to go back to rest first. , I'll punish myself for a glass, sorry." He Gu didn't wait for their response, raised his head and drank a full glass of red wine.

Feng Zheng said warmly, "Don't drink too much if you're not feeling well."

One of the bosses echoed: "Well, if you feel uncomfortable, just go back."

Song He watched He Gu finish his drink with a scrutiny, and then said plainly, "Then go back, your health is important."

He Gu nodded, turned away without looking at Feng Zheng and Song Juhan.

There was a sudden screeching sound from behind, accompanied by a few exclamations.

He Gu paused and looked back, Song Juhan crushed the wine glass, the glass shards shattered in his hand, and the red wine was spilled all over his body.

Song He frowned and said, "How did you do it?"

Song Juhan smiled: "The wine glass is too thin." He took the towel and started wiping it.

"Is your hand hurt? You're going to have a concert next month."

"No." Song Juhan shook his hand, and the red liquid on it was flowing, and he couldn't tell whether it was wine or blood.

Why did his heart tighten, he pursed his lips, and left.

After taking a taxi to get home, He Gu took a shower and started to deal with work. Working at such a restless time was naturally not efficient. Finally, he turned off the computer irritably.

Looking at his watch, it was almost nine o'clock. With Song Juhan's character, it was estimated that he was coming to his house soon.

He sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the stars and lights outside, and suddenly felt an unspeakable loneliness.

I don't know if there are people in the world who are as contradictory as him. They seem to have everything, but they don't seem to have anything. Of course, he never feels sorry for himself. Whether it is gains or losses, joy or sorrow, most of them are chosen by himself. .

It's just that tonight, for some reason, he suddenly wanted to meet his mother, to know if she was really living the life he wanted, on the one hand, to make sure she was doing well, on the other hand, to see if someone just wanted Work hard and you will get what you want.

For so many years, he has avoided disturbing her. Subconsciously, he may be avoiding her, and she is also avoiding himself. Maternal love is a very abstract word for him, which makes him unable to concretize the details.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the corridor, the house was very quiet, the footsteps were clear and rapid, followed by the sound of the key being inserted into the keyhole and twisted.

He Gu stood up, he felt the blood surging, the temperature poured out of his body like running water, and his eyes stared blankly at the door.

The door was opened, and Song Juhan walked in with a suffocating aura that was even colder than Bitter Winter and the smell of alcohol, and a few dazzling white gauze wrapped around his right hand.

He Gu's Adam's apple rolled up and down, his eyes flashed, and his lips trembled slightly.

Song Juhan clenched his fists, looking at He Gu who was at a loss and trying to pretend to be calm, suddenly there was a hint of softness, the muscles on his face twisted a little, resisting the surging anger, he slowly took off his jacket, He wanted to take this time to calm down even a little bit, but the alcohol was burning his blood, his mind, and there was something in his body clamoring to vent.

Why didn't speak, just stood and watched.

To the end, Song Juhan finally couldn't help throwing the thick long cashmere coat to the ground, the horn buckle hit the wooden floor, making a heavy sound, he gritted his teeth, and said coldly, "You promise to never get along again from now on. Contact Feng Zheng, I'll let you go today."

He Gu took a deep breath: "Ju Han, it's my fault that I lied to you, but it's not appropriate for you to restrict my normal communication."

"No, suitable, suitable?" Song Juhan's expression was a bit grim, "Why is it Feng Zheng? You said that you and GuQingPei are only colleagues, I believe you for now, what relationship did Feng Zheng have with you before? What's your attitude? Are you fucking blind and can't see it!" At the end, Song Juhan was already roaring.

He Gu felt his heart tremble, he said solemnly: "What is his attitude towards me has nothing to do with me, Ju Han, I have said many times, I have nothing with him, why are you so aggressive."

"Because it can't be him!" Song Juhan rushed up with a single stride, picked up He Gu's collar with a big hand, and slammed him into the floor-to-ceiling window.

He Gu had a pain in his back, Song Juhan's phalanx squeezed his chest hard, and his face instantly changed color: "Ju Han, calm down..." There was a strong smell of alcohol in his nostrils.

Song Juhan drank too much, his alcohol intake was always bad, and his temper would become very grumpy.

Song Juhan stared at He Gu's eyes with those beautiful but vicious eyes: "Last time you were hit by a car, I don't bother to bother with you anymore, I'll repeat what I said at that time, Feng Zheng and I, you can only choose One!"

He Ge had a splitting headache, and something in his chest was screaming and colliding, making him feel like his whole body was about to explode.

Why is Song Juhan being such a jerk, why is he...

Six years ago, he let Feng Zheng down. Six years later, Feng Zheng just wanted a friend who had nothing to do with drinking, drinking, and chatting. Would he also refuse? Is he going to block all his paths one by one for Song Juhan?

Seeing He Gu's silence, Song Juhan's brain swelled with anger, and his eyes were red: "Why are you so inseparable from him?! Why!"

He Gu trembled: "You are unreasonable, let me explain to you."

"Fuck you!" Song Juhan suddenly pulled He Gu's body over, pressing his face and chest against the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He Gu felt cold before he could react. He was terrified of Song Juhan who was drunk and angry, "Ju Han, you are drunk, let me go first!"

"What can Feng Zheng give you? Is there anything he can give you that I can't?" Song Juhan acted rudely - ruthlessly and without mercy, and fiercely implemented his "punishment".

He Gu was so painful that he was sweating, but at such a moment of humiliation and confusion, his mind sadly remembered that the night he reunited with Feng Zheng, Feng Zheng had said exactly the same thing as Song Juhan.

What can he give you that I can't?

These two are really similar in some ways...

He Ge couldn't think about it anymore, he could not bear Song Juhan's madness, and the broken words escaped from his mouth, "Song...Juhan, you fucking bastard..."

"Yes, I'm a bastard. I wasn't such a bastard the first day. You stayed with me as a bastard for so many years, what are you? You are not even a bastard."

He Gu only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and there was something burning in his eyes running down his cheeks.

Yep, he's not even an asshole. Shit, it's all fucking shit.

Song Juhan squeezed He Gu's chin with one hand and let him look at the reflection on the glass window, watching what the two of them were doing, no, it should be what Song Juhan was doing to him.

He Gu smelled the blood on Song Juhan's hands, his eyes were red, he had an illusion, Song Juhan's hands were stained with his blood, and when his heart was dug out, it was stained with blood.

Song Juhan's cruel voice echoed in his ears: "For the sake of Feng Zheng, you dare to lie to me, how much have you lied to me in a place I don't know?! Kiss that bitch, Zhuang Jieyu. You enjoy it, and go gay with people! Didn't you all revolve around me before? After so many years, have you started to get tired of my things, or have you begun to want to try something new?"

He Gu bit his lip, unable to utter a word, his body hurts, but his heart hurts even more.

His heart, for many years, seemed to be beating only for Song Juhan, happy for Song Juhan, sad for Song Juhan, it had been dug up by Song Juhan, and blood oozing out with every breath.

How can this heart not die? It's dead, it's dead, it's gone.

One hundred.

"You are so sao, can others satisfy you? You are usually so serious, do you have the face to let others see you like this?" Song Juhan kept spitting out evil words in his mouth, but his eyes were getting redder and his curly hair stained with sweat. Putting it on his cheek, it added a little bit of fierce embarrassment to him.

He Gu felt that his consciousness was sinking uncontrollably, and finally he could no longer distinguish what Song Juhan said, and gradually lost consciousness.

He Ge woke up and felt that his body was falling apart, and there was no pain in it, and it was difficult to even move his fingers.

"Brother He Gu, you are awake."

A cool voice came from his ear, He Gu forced his eyes to open and saw Komatsu's face.

Komatsu sighed: "Brother, your job is really life-threatening. Last month, the concussion was just right. Why did you have a fever again? It was 40 degrees in the morning, and it scared us to death."

He Gu Zhang Zhang, throat burning pain.

Xiaosong gave him a little water with a soup ladle: "Do you have a sore throat? It's okay, you don't have to talk, take a good rest, Brother Han has invited a family doctor, and I will be here with you, oh, I'll call Your assistant is on leave."

He Gu remembered what happened last night, and only felt that the cool water flowing through the throat was as painful as a knife.

Song Juhan...

He couldn't describe how he was feeling right now, he couldn't even recall the strength of hatred and anger, he just felt deeply powerless, as if he had exhausted everything and left his hometown to search for a treasure for many years, but in the end he found that the treasure didn't exist at all.

th.

He thought that even if Song Juhan didn't like him for so many years, at least there was still some friendship to accompany him, but Song Juhan could humiliate him so far.

What has he lived out for the past six years? Just a complete joke.

a joke.