"Do you know Chen Hezheng?"

Zheng Jiaxun did see this news.

Not only did she see it, but she also took a screenshot before Wen Li withdrew it, and sent it to Chen Hezheng along with the Moments of the red carp tattoo.

She pursed her pale lips, with a smile on her face.

Zheng Jiaxun: [Your girl, she seems to be losing her temper, and she came to see me for kicks.】

Zheng Jiaxun: [I guessed that she would definitely withdraw it. Fortunately, my sister took the screenshot quickly enough, otherwise you would not get the first-hand information. Come here and thank my sister.】

Zheng Jiaxun: [Her tattoo is so pretty, did you help her design it?】

When sending the message, Zheng Jiaxun was in a box at a bar on Guifang West Road.

In the past few years, her work and rest have been messed up, staying up late, drinking heavily, and smoking heavily. She only eats vegetables and a small amount of coarse grains, and she can't swallow a single mouthful of meat.After such tossing, the figure and appearance have not collapsed, and they are well maintained, even dark circles are rare.

It has to be admitted that some people are born to be favored.

Zheng Jiaxun didn't wear makeup, she was wearing a satin dress, she had a cigarette in her hand, flicked her fingertips, and the ash fell into the ashtray lightly, she was skilled and sophisticated, exuding a unique style.

The box was huge and spacious, with leather sofas forming a circle and a half, but she was the only one in the circle, empty.No extravagance, no sensuality.

The screen on the wall is muted, and the old song MV is playing in a loop. The little girl with ear-length hair meets the married male lead, an immoral opening.

The smoke in his hand burned to the end, but Chen Hezheng still didn't reply. Zheng Jiaxun got impatient and directly dialed the phone.

The reminder sounded for a long time, and when it was close to hanging up automatically, Chen Hezheng picked it up, with a deep tiredness in his voice.

"I've seen the news," he said, "I only got the tattoo after I went abroad, and I haven't seen it before."

"Are you sick?" Zheng Jiaxun lit another one and flicked his fingers, "It sounds like you're going to die."

Chen Hezheng hummed, "Fever."

The accident five years ago caused serious damage to Chen Hezheng. The most obvious one was the deterioration of his physique. He was prone to fever after being overworked, so he needed to be taken care of carefully.

These things are only known to a few people close to him. Chen Heying strictly prevents the media from getting close to him, because he is afraid that those marketing accounts will write nonsense for eyeballs.

Zheng Jiaxun exhaled a long puff of smoke, and the mist spread around her lips. She looked up at the ceiling, and was speechless for a while.

When Chen Hezheng was recuperating in Germany, Zheng Jiaxun followed Chen Heying to visit him once.At that time, Chen Hezheng had not recovered from his leg injury and could not do without a wheelchair. He had lost a lot of weight, but his bones were good. He was not ugly, but instead exuded a melancholy with an oriental feel, which was particularly charming.

The little Hispanic nurse opened the door and came in, reminding Chen Hezheng that it was time to take medicine.The palm-sized small medicine box contained the first round white pills. Chen Hezheng swallowed them one by one. The bitter taste made him feel sick.

Zheng Jiaxun was sitting on the chair by the window, she had no cigarette in her hand, so she could only knock on the armrest of the seat, and asked with a sigh: "Is it worth it?"

Is it worth it to toss yourself like this for a relationship?

He is Chen Hezheng, family background, background, education, appearance, he has everything, not only not lacking, it is better to be first-class.How many people are rushing to love him, as long as he is willing, he can always be the one who hurts others, instead of being hurt and let down, he can be willful and reckless all his life.

He could have had a life like this.

The ward is on the third floor. Through the glass windows, you can see the garden and small fountain downstairs, and the view is very good.

Chen Hezheng sat there, the noon sun fell on him, and also fell on the wheelchair, not scorching hot, but mechanically cold.

He took an apple from the fruit plate and tossed it casually. Zheng Jiaxun quickly caught it, but without realizing it for a while, he asked him, "Do you want to eat fruit?"

"You eat," Chen Hezheng looked out of the window, "Eat more and talk less."

Zheng Jiaxun was speechless for a while, and smashed the apple back into Chen Hezheng's arms with his backhand.

After a while, the atmosphere in the ward gradually quieted down. Zheng Jiaxun couldn't hold his breath, and was about to ask again, when Chen Hezheng took the initiative to speak.

He sat by the window in a windy place, looked at the brilliant autumn scenery outside, and said slowly: "Everyone is not worth it for me, sorry for me. Whether it is worth it or not, I don't need outsiders to judge it for me, I have my own measure."

Zheng Jiaxun listened to these words and at the same time looked at him.

The wind blew up the white tulle curtains, and Chen Hezheng raised his hand to shake it, and said: "This body, this life, I will give it to the person I like. I don't regret it."

It was this sentence that made Zheng Jiaxun completely admit defeat.

She had no choice but no position to persuade him anymore, so she could only help him as much as possible.

Because Chen Hezheng's love for that girl is really enviable.

Chen Hezheng said that after he had a fever, Zheng Jiaxun was unable to answer the conversation for a while, but instead remembered the past a few years ago.

There was only the sound of breathing and electric current in the receiver, Chen Hezheng was impatient and couldn't help but choke her: "Are you alright?"

His breathing was unsteady, and he was coughing while talking, which made it uncomfortable to hear.

"You deliberately let that chick misunderstand that I have something to do with you," Zheng Jiaxun slowly turned a lighter, "Aren't you afraid of playing it off? What if you really lose your popularity, what should you do?"

There was some noise from the receiver, probably because Chen Hezheng got up and poured himself a glass of water.

After a while, Zheng Jiaxun heard his voice again, with a lazy hoarseness, he said: "I didn't do this to annoy her, and I didn't do it like a child playing house to fight each other."

Zheng Jiaxun said with a raised tone, expressing his disbelief.

Chen Hezheng sighed, and continued: "She has a bit of an avoidant personality. When something happens, her first reaction is to hide. I just want to force her to see clearly and see how much she loves me."

When he said the last few words, Chen Hezheng seemed to be emotional, like he was gnashing his teeth.

Zheng Jiaxun wanted to laugh a little. She pulled her long hair to one side, pressed the cigarette holder between her lips, and said vaguely: "I heard that your chick has been getting close to Ye Qingshi recently. The Ye family is not aWorry-free character, be careful, if someone pries the corner of the wall, you have no place to cry."

"Don't be afraid," Chen Hezheng said calmly, "with me here, she looks down on others, including Ye Qingshi."

Zheng Jiaxun raised his eyebrows and stabbed him deliberately, "So sure?"

Chen Hezheng didn't take that little provocation seriously, and asked instead: "It's like you—with my elder brother around, can you still fall in love with others?"

When Chen Heying was mentioned, Zheng Jiaxun's face changed suddenly.

Chen Hezheng didn't give her any more chances to talk, so he directly disconnected and turned off the phone by the way.

There was only a notification sound in the receiver of the mobile phone, Zheng Jiaxun was full of evil fire and had nowhere to vent, so he raised his hand and smashed a bottle of newly opened Ace of Spades.

The waiter outside the box heard the movement, immediately knocked on the door and came in, looked at the broken glass on the floor, and asked nervously, "Sister Xun, what's wrong?"

Zheng Jiaxun couldn't tell if he was drunk or angry.

She felt dizzy, her eyes were a little red, and the shoulder straps of the dress slipped off, revealing her white shoulders and a well-shaped collarbone. She tilted her head and said to the waiter, "Go and call Chen Heying, just say that Sister Xun wants to see you."Him, go!"

This bar is Chen Heying's private property, and it is usually managed by a dedicated person. The waiter has been working for almost two years, and he has never even seen the corner of Chen Heying's clothes, so he can only beg for mercy with a bitter face: "Sister Xun, please do me a favor.”

"What's wrong?" Zheng Jiaxun smiled. She had no makeup, a clean face, and her eyes seemed to be covered with steam. She asked, "Is it making things difficult for Chen Heying to see me?"

The waiter was about to cry: "Miss Xun, I didn't mean that..."

On the big screen on the wall, the looping MV came to an end again. The heroine was crying in the phone booth on the side of the street. Outside the thin glass door, there was pouring rain.

Zheng Jiaxun turned his head to look at her for a while, the dappled light fell on her face, which was both glamorous and cool.

She paused the screen, pointing at the girl on the screen with a cigarette, and said with a smile: "When I was nineteen years old, I was similar to her, with short hair, wearing canvas shoes, childish, impulsive, beautiful, and dreamy."

The waiter didn't dare to answer at all, and looked down at the carpet at his feet.

Zheng Jiaxun continued on his own: "An old guy who claimed to be a manager invited me out to discuss cooperation, and took the opportunity to touch me. I threw a bottle at me, and my head was broken. Seeing the blood, I was terrified., thought he had to risk his life to pay for it, and at that moment, Chen Heying appeared."

But when was the last time she saw Chen Heying?Two months ago, or three months ago?

Can not remember.

At that time, Zheng Jiaxun was invited to participate in the opening ceremony of a gallery, and several beautiful Internet celebrities also received the invitation.After the event, I found another stylish restaurant for afternoon tea. As soon as Zheng Jiaxun took a sip of coffee, he heard a little beauty with a bit of mixed race say, "I've already bought the order. I'll treat you this time.You can continue to order whatever you want, you are welcome."

As soon as these words came out, the people around naturally had to "complain", blaming her for making her own decisions and spending too much money.

A hint of shyness appeared on the face of the little beauty at the right time, she raised her hand to brush her long chestnut curly hair, and explained: "My boyfriend bought it, he is always like this, he helps me make arrangements without saying a word, oftenIt scares me, it's disgusting!"

It's so sweet that everyone will naturally envy it.

When the little beauty got up to go to the bathroom, the proprietress of the gallery sneered and whispered to Zheng Jiaxun, "What kind of boyfriend, she's so embarrassed to say that she just hugged her thigh. Tang He, Mr. Chen, have you heard of it?Merry, black-hearted, these years, come and go around, I don't know how many people have changed, I want to see how much advantage she can take from Chen Heying!"

Zheng Jiaxun didn't speak, and held the small silver spoon with his slender fingers, fiddled with the blueberry fruit on the dessert.The fruit is sticky with some hot chocolate sauce, the taste is delicate and sweet, sweet and greasy, bitter.

What kind of person Chen Heying is, Zheng Jiaxun knows better than anyone else.She had never been in Chen Heying's bed, not his lover, nor a friend, but she had known him for nine years.

Nine years, how long, can hide a lot of stories.

In the box, the smoke lingered around Zheng Jiaxun, making the expression on her face blurry for a while, and clear for a while.

She thought, this world, like the human heart, has been rotten for a long time. Only that idiot Chen Hezheng can focus on loving one person, and only love one person, for so many years.

Only a fool would do such a thing!

After thinking about this, Zheng Jiaxun finally calmed down. She let out a shallow breath, waved the waiter out, picked up the mobile phone that was thrown aside, and first sent a message to Chen Hezheng.

Zheng Jiaxun: [You son of a bitch, dare to hang up on your sister's phone, don't ask me for help in the future!】

After that, she found Wen Li in the list, clicked on the dialog box, and, accompanied by the silent night, entered a line of text.

Zheng Jiaxun: [Take me for a tattoo, I want to tattoo a crane on my calf.】

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