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He He smiled lightly and said: "Feng Zheng, you probably have a little misunderstanding about my relationship with Ju Han. We have only been each other's company for so many years. Whether his scandal is true or not has little to do with me." He decided to tell the truth. , because he didn't want Feng Zheng to dwell on this issue. In fact, privately, he probably felt that instead of waiting for Feng Zheng to find out by himself, it would be better for him to speak out first and appear calmer.
Feng Zheng clenched his fists unconsciously and said in a deep voice: "So Song Juhan was not joking when he said you were a member of his harem."
Why did you pretend to be relaxed and smile?
Feng Zheng leaned back on the chair and looked at him with his arms crossed. His long, narrow and deep eyes shot out with a sharp light, as if they could clean people inside and out.
Why did he feel uncomfortable when he saw her, so she picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine.
"For so many years, you and Song Juhan have been friends?" Feng Zheng's tone was cold and full of anger.
He He paused for a moment and said in a more serious tone: "Feng Zheng, my relationship with Ju Han has nothing to do with outsiders. Today I am here to help you, so let's not talk about other people."
"Why, can't I even ask? If it weren't for Song Juhan, you should have been mine."
He He sighed: "Don't mention the past anymore, how many years have passed."
Feng Zheng leaned towards him, with a shuddering coldness hidden in his obsidian pupils. At the same time, he said something that pierced his heart: "But you like him."
Why was his heart trembling slightly? He lowered his head to hide it and said nothing.
Feng Zheng sneered: "You like him. You have been sleeping with him for so many years. Watching him change this and that, you don't even dare to fart. Why, are you cheap?"
He He threw away his chopsticks with a snap and looked at Feng Zheng expressionlessly: "Feng Zheng, I didn't invite you to dinner just to teach me a lesson. It doesn't matter to you whether I'm cheap or not. Let's never meet again. I wish you the best. The future is bright." He stood up.
Feng Zheng also stood up, and he growled: "I'm just unwilling!"
Why were you stunned?
"Why did you choose that bastard? He doesn't like you at all. What do you want? Is there anything he can give you that I can't?"
Why turned around and looked at Feng Zheng calmly: "It's not his fault that Song Juhan doesn't like me. He doesn't owe me anything, and I don't want anything from him. We are all adults. I choose how to live and who to live with." , it¡¯s my own business. Goodbye.¡±
He walked out of the box, paid the bill at the front desk, and walked out without stopping.
After he came out, he realized that he had forgotten his umbrella in the box, so he had to walk quickly in the drizzle.
He ran to the parking lot in one breath, opened the car door and got in, then took off all his weapons.
"Why, are you cheap or not?"
Feng Zheng's words pierced his heart like a needle, making him feel hot even now.
In fact, except for things related to Song Juhan, he has a strong self-esteem at all times. For the sake of self-esteem, he can complete almost impossible tasks, take on responsibilities that he should not have to bear, and give up promotions and bonuses for the sake of self-esteem. It seemed that he was building up his self-esteem elsewhere just so that he could have some left over when Song Juhan smashed him to pieces.
"Of course he knows the shame and embarrassment, but as he said, he chose it by himself. It does not harm others and does not break the law. Whether he is cheap or not, does he care about other people's business?
Why does he not strive to be decent and perfect in his behavior, but only wants to leave no regrets?
He regretted meeting Feng Zheng very much. It was too bad that he couldn't enjoy it even after spending money on it.
He admitted that he had fallen in love with Feng Zheng back then. Feng Zheng was perfect, with a sparkling family background and a handsome face. He was also extremely smart and outstanding. Not only were they alumni, but the multinational company where he interned in his senior year also happened to have the same surname. Feng, so the two naturally became friends.
"Compared with the illusory admiration for Song Juhan due to their brief interaction in the afternoon of their senior year of high school, the good impression towards Feng Zheng is obviously more real, at least not out of reach. If Song Juhan had not returned to China, and if nothing happened later, he would have stayed in the Feng family's company.
However, he still doesn¡¯t feel much guilt towards Feng Zheng. Because at the age when he longed for love, when he hid his affection for Feng Zheng and tried to make friends, he felt that as smart as Feng Zheng, he actually knew everything, but he was not too hasty or too slow, neither far nor near. If it weren't for Song Juhan With the emergence of Feng Zheng, who has high eyes on him, he will not change from being dispensable to being essential to him. The same is true for Song Juhan. If Feng Zheng had not?: "Okay, you owe me a meal. Can you drive? I'll ask the driver to take you off?"
¡°I didn¡¯t have a few sips, it¡¯s no problem.¡±
"Okay, be careful on the road."
"Thank you, Mr. Gu. Let's meet again another day."
"See you."
As soon as He He left the box, he quickened his pace and ran to the parking lot. It was just after eight o'clock, much earlier than he expected. It was not far from Song Juhan's apartment. If he went faster, he could get there at half past eight.
Fortunately, there was no traffic jam at this time, so he arrived at the place quickly, bought Song Juhan's favorite crab roe wontons downstairs, and took the elevator upstairs.
He just rang the doorbell, and when the door was opened, he was stunned by the person who opened the door.
A strange, very beautiful boy.
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