sadomasochism double

Chapter 80

"Hey...Don't hang up, don't hang up...What, An Yue, am I worried about you? How about it, how was your honeymoon with your ex-husband?"

"You really... Really, it makes me want to pull out all your dog teeth..."

Li Chen laughed loudly at the other end, "I won... An Yue, you are really my lucky star... By the way, I have good news and bad news..."

"Speak!" I rolled my eyes, and directly interrupted what he said about whether to listen to the good news or the bad news first.

"The bad news is good... The bad news is that Hu Ling is going to hold a concert..."

"..." This is really bad news. Although there are many actors who have released a few albums because of acting, but Hu Ling's voice is not the slightest characteristic and they came to the concert.

"Don't tell me...that album is still selling very well...and won some Chinese Newcomer Award..."

I accuse the sky of being speechless... No, the sky has no ears...

How could it be possible for Hu Ling's life to go so smoothly?
"By the way, there is another good news?"

"I'll touch it!" Li Chen lazily said after a long time: "It's probably good news for you, but it's not good news for my good brother Zhuo Yang..."

"Huh?" I'm a little curious about this, what kind of good news can make Zhuo Yang feel so unhappy?

"The little prince Song Yu is back."

When he arrived at the living room, Zhuo Yang was practicing walking out of breath.He walked very hard, but also very strenuous, sweating profusely.

I couldn't stand it anymore. I wanted to help him in the past, but he refused.

"Wait...I can do it."

Although he was sweating profusely and there was deep pain between his brows, Zhuo Yang insisted on not letting me help.

Finally, I leaned against the wall and watched Zhuo Yang panting, and came over and handed him a clean towel.

"are you OK?"

"En." Zhuo Yang nodded, looking in a good mood.

"That's good." I was a little absent-minded because of the two news revealed by Li Chen, and I stopped talking after helping Zhuo Yang to the wheelchair.

Zhuo Yang is also a smart person, and he quickly saw the clue.

"What's the matter? Did something happen?"

I shook my head. Of course, Hu Ling's matter has nothing to do with me, and I don't have to tell Zhuo Yang...but it's Song Yu who bothers me a little.

After all, it was because of me that I was hidden in the snow.

What will it be like when you come back this time?

Zhuo Yang didn't seem to know the little worry in my heart, so he took the initiative to grab my hand, "Let's go...let's go for a walk...by the way...what do you want to eat tonight...I'll make it for you eat……"

Seems like he told a joke.I unceremoniously looked up and down a certain person with a disabled hand and foot before saying, "Just like you..."

Zhuo Yang was taken aback for a moment, and then his voice dropped.

"That day, the meat you roasted was delicious...I'll roast it for you too..."

"Are you sure you didn't want to take revenge on me for putting you in the hospital?"

"An Yue! Your joke is very cold."

"Haha... Isn't what I'm best at making [-] cold jokes? Seriously... Are you really going to make a barbecue? You are not afraid of the only one you have... Oh... Strictly speaking, it should be half Do you have to say goodbye to yourself with your hands and feet?"

Facts have proved that Zhuo Yang is very talented in business and management, but he can't make it to the top in cooking.

I saw him clumsy, strictly speaking, when he was busy grilling meat with one hand and foot, I suddenly felt a slight movement in my heart.

It seems that some things have become very distant.

Even the distance between Zhuo Yang and me.I no longer looked at him from afar, my god finally came to my world, but I was not as happy as I imagined, but only a little confused in my heart.

Is that really the god I used to be?
Without our knowing it, we have all been slowly changing.

"Is it delicious?" Zhuo Yang held the half-burnt pork belly and looked at me nervously.I also gave him face, picked up one of the pieces and took a bite, resisting the urge to spit it out, nodded in praise, "Not bad."

However, even if I said that, Zhuo Yang's face turned pale quickly.

"It's not delicious, right? Don't lie to me."

I hesitated, and this time I wasn't lying.

"It's not so bad... it's burnt... the taste is also very strange. But..." I took the plate in his hand with a smile, took a fork and put it in his mouth, "Although this is the case, it's my seven Cooking your food for the first time in years...it's a weird feeling, but it's definitely not bad..."

It should be said to be relatively happy.

Although this happiness is late, but I am still very satisfied.

I actively hugged Zhuo Yang's hand, my eyes were sore, "Zhuo Yang, thank you."

Thank you for everything you have done for me.

Let me think of you in the days to come.

I will never regret in my life.

Zhuo Yang's body was very stiff, and it took him a while to gently hug me over.

"It should be me who said thank you. I used to think it would be easy for you at home... But I was very hard, I had a bad temper, and I brought home all the emotions outside... It was you who tolerated my willfulness and The uneasiness... is that you have been leading me down the road... So, stop saying sorry, and stop saying thank you, because I am the one who is most qualified to say these things."

Zhuo Yang talked a lot, but in the end he seemed to be persuaded by me, and he had the strength to continue the barbecue, and continued to fight with a plate.

I watched his still clumsy movements, and my heart faintly moved.

I'm really sad...

Obviously, it took me seven years to train a man, so I just gave it to other women, especially Hu Ling's little fox, I really don't want to be reconciled.

The more proficient Zhuo Yang's technique was, the better the taste gradually.

Although it is not the level of a chef, at least it feels like vomiting without eating it.

I ate a lot that night.So did Zhuo Yang himself.

He said it hadn't been so easy for many years, and I said yes.

Not only does he have such a relaxed feeling, so do I.

At the last moment, Zhuo Yang leaned over and kissed me.

I thought about it and pushed him away.

"I remember, I don't sleep with you."

Zhuo Yang smiled, and then persistently came to kiss my lips.

"Don't worry... if you don't sleep with me, I'll do it."

The sea breeze blows gently at night, we lean on the window sill, watching the stars outside fall on the sea, it is very quiet, there is no noise of human beings, only the tranquility of nature.

"It's so quiet here."

I leaned against the door frame and felt that Zhuo Yang gently moved my head on his shoulder, and a faint voice sounded above my head.

"Do you like it? I like it and I will send you off."

"But isn't this your friend's place?"

It seems that I said the wrong thing again.

Zhuo Yang paused for a long time before slowly opening his mouth: "They are already dead."

It's okay if Zhuo Yang didn't say anything, but when I said it, I actually felt the gust of wind, and hurriedly climbed up from Zhuo Yang's shoulders, but Zhuo Yang held his hand with a smile.

"Don't worry, they died happily. Even if they become ghosts, they won't become ghosts."

"But...that's also a ghost..." Don't blame me for being timid, if I had known this was a haunted house, I wouldn't have come here.

Seeing my timid look, Zhuo Yang seemed to be in a good mood.

"I said... I will sleep with you tonight."

"Cut, don't come."

After eating and drinking enough, I leaned on Zhuo Yang's shoulder again.

"Are they gray-haired and left hand in hand?" Judging by Zhuo Yang's appearance, he is not very old, but he still has this kind of friendship.

"No." Zhuo Yang shook his head, "There should be their photos in this room, do you want to see them?"

Really boring, I nodded.

Unlike the two gray-haired old men I imagined dying hand in hand, the two people in the photo are very young.

I checked the time, it was taken about a year ago.

The man looked very young, but the woman was obviously seriously ill, not only her hair was gray, but her face was also pale.

"Did she die of illness?"

"Yeah." Zhuo Yang looked at the only photo in the album and nodded, "That's right."

"Then this man... looks very young... why is he gone..."

Zhuo Yang stroked the photo album and didn't speak for a long time.

Just when I thought he wouldn't answer my question, Zhuo Yang said quietly, "His wife and son are dead...he went with him..."

It's a martyrdom.

(End of this chapter)