Indecent and affectionate

Chapter 53

The second time to break up, it also made Yu Zhile's whole body collapse as if it had been emptied.

Eyelids drooping, she was about to turn around and walk towards the door when she caught a glimpse of something on her wrist.The watchband, which is as hot as fire, is an extremely suitable size, but at this moment it is uncomfortable.

She unbuttoned it and walked to the table.

Putting the watch back, Jing Sheng grabbed his forearm again, and Yu Zhile was forced to turn around and meet his red eyes:
"Yu Zhile, speak clearly! Why did you break up! What's the reason? Tell me!"

He asked about the same content over and over again to prove that he could not accept it.Even though Yu Zhile was all over her body, there was only the sinking silence.

Seeing that the woman was indifferent, Jing Sheng grabbed the watch: "There is no reason to return the things I gave away."

With the other hand, he continued to pull Yu Zhile towards him, while stuffing the watch into her hand.

It's like a child who is in a hurry, so panicked that he can't connect well, for fear that they will no longer have contact and intersection in this life.

Rude and forced actions will only lead to more unhappiness.

Yu Zhile shook him off forcefully, grabbed the watch from his hand, held it up in the air, and looked into his eyes solemnly: "Need a reason? Okay,"

She shook the watch twice, her voice was so cold that he could freeze his internal organs with severe pain: "Tell you,"

She swallowed her throat, as if making up her mind: "I don't want to be tied up by this anymore."

Jing Sheng was stunned, his eyes were uncontrollable, and there was a little misunderstood moisture.

After speaking, Yu Zhile put the watch back again, she turned around and left without hesitation.

The woman walked very fast, Jing Sheng wanted to chase but was in vain, until he watched her push the door and go out.

Bang!
That was not only the sound of her slamming the door to leave, but also the loud sound of the world in his heart collapsing.

Over the past few months, the sacred barriers he had carefully built, which he thought were unbreakable, were instantly shattered into ashes.

Standing still completely, Jing Sheng slumped his shoulders, staring at the closed door without blinking.

He didn't even know what to do next, all his senses were focused on his chest.There, he seemed to be able to hear the wind blowing through the void and howling of the ice field.

The seat in the CEO's office on the 56th floor of Jingyuan Building has been empty for three days.

As Xiao Jing's right-hand man, Song Zhu and Jiang Mi are both very worried, especially when no one answers the phone after calling several times, or when the other end answers the call and hangs up after cursing the word "scroll". .

Song Zhu knew that this was abnormal, but he couldn't immediately speak to Chairman Jing to report the situation.

After thinking about it, he thought that he had something to do with Yu Zhile, so he took half a day off and went to the countryside to visit Sitian Baking.

I don't want to rush into nothing, Zhang Sitian is the only one in the shop, she said that Yu Zhile hasn't returned to Chenfang for a while, she said that she has to be busy with other things, and the deliveries of the orders these days are all handed over to the delivery boy elder brother.

When Assistant Song came to look for her, Zhang Sitian was a little surprised and asked, "What's wrong?"

Seeing that she didn't know anything about her, Song Zhu also had a long history of professional ethics. He would not reveal his boss's strange recent situation to any outsiders. People, so I stopped by the cake shop to have a look."

"I don't know what she's busy with," Zhang Sitian said with a wry smile. "Actually, everyone is busy during this time. We're about to tear it down, and each store handles its own affairs. My store is also the same. I don't know how long it will last."

Song Zhu was taken aback for a moment, and then comforted him: "That's right. In fact, demolition may not be a bad thing for you."

The corners of Zhang Sitian's eyes were still curled reluctantly: "I hope so."

It seems to be futile, but in fact, it can basically be confirmed that there is something wrong with the relationship between these two people.

After returning from Chenfang, Song Zhu decided to visit Jing Sheng himself.

He also specially carried a big bag of milk that this little counselor likes to drink the most.

Before leaving, he called the landline of Jingsheng Apartment, and it was his aunt who answered the phone.

He asked with concern: "Boss Jing is still lying on the bed?"

"Yes," Aunt Zhou's tone was also very helpless and anxious: "The whole person is huddled in the quilt, quietly."

"Did you eat anything today?"

"I ate, but I ate very little. I drank two mouthfuls of porridge in the morning. What should I do? I'm so tall and big, I'm afraid I'm going to starve to death."

"You didn't leave the room either?"

"Not out."

"Alas..." Song Zhuchang sighed, "I'll be there in a while, you open the door for me."

"it is good."

A quarter of an hour later, Song Zhu arrived, and the nanny opened the door for him. Song Zhu casually slipped on a pair of public slippers, and walked towards Jing Sheng's bedroom.

The door was half-closed, and Song Zhu walked in with his legs. The tight blackout curtains in the room made him feel like stepping into the night while walking in the daytime.

Subconsciously wanted to touch the light switch, but Aunt Zhou stopped her hand. Turning around in doubt, the latter shook her head violently, frowned and said softly, "I get angry when I turn it on, I have a very temper..."

Song Zhu lowered his hands slowly, walked back to the bed, and didn't call him in a hurry.

Jing Sheng really completely trapped himself in the striped quilt, his head was inside, it was a big ball, he didn't move.

Funny and pathetic.

After staring at him for a while, Song Zhu whispered twice: "Mr. Jing? Mr. Jing."

"Get out." From the group, came an order in a voice.

"..." Song Zhu revealed his identity: "It's me, Song Zhi."

"Get out!" Even more fierce.

After all, he is young and strong, Song Zhu sighed in his heart, he can be so full of energy without eating or drinking for three days.

He nodded a few times, as if he could see: "I can go out, but it's not a problem if you stay in bed all the time."

The big group stopped talking.

Song Zhu thought that his mood was a little slow, so he said cautiously: "Mr. Jing, you and Yu Xiao..."

"Get out!" With a roar, the quilt, the pillow, and everything hit him on his head and face. Song Zhu was caught off guard, and he staggered backwards when he was hit, and sat unsteadily on the floor.

Yep, I accidentally touched the reverse scale.

Song Zhu pulled the quilt off his body, and when he raised his head again, the young man on the bed had already sat up, leaned against the head of the bed, closed his eyes, rested his forehead with his hands, his hair was disheveled, and looked lonely and dejected.

Song Zhu stood up, put the quilt and pillow back one by one for him, and said, "Boss Jing, do you want to eat?"

Bored there and shook his head: "I don't want to eat."

"Aren't you hungry?"

Shaking his head: "Not hungry."

"Eat some."

Still shaking his head: "Don't eat."

Jing Sheng was completely out of his mind, and every time he shook his head from side to side, it was like a pre-set mechanical action.

Ugh.

Song Zhu sighed in his heart, it seemed that we, Mr. Jing, were the one who got dumped.

He glanced at the man sitting on the bed with his knees together again, and turned back to ask Aunt Zhou, who had been peeping through the door frame, to heat up the meal. As for himself, he mustered up his courage again and sat back without fear of death.

"Boss Jing."

"You go out..." Jing Sheng muttered, and became impatient again: "Hey... don't bother me, can you?"

"Let's chat?" Song Zhu was still probing.

"I don't want to talk."

"Then you eat first."

"Don't eat."

Song Zhu went to get the milk at the end of the bed, unpacked the straw and inserted it, and tried his best to coax him: "Your favorite Meiji milk, don't you want some?"

Although he knew that drinking milk on an empty stomach was bad for his stomach, it was better than hurting himself into an empty shell.

The man was unmoved.

"It's delicious." She swayed in front of him twice, seductively.

Still unconscious.

Song Zhu pursed his lips and put the milk back on the bedside table.

Suddenly, Jing Sheng raised his head, looked at Song Zhu, and asked, "Do you have a lighter?"

Under his two big eyes, there is a small piece of quite obvious gray. It seems that in the past few days, he has not only been on a hunger strike, but also suffered from insomnia.

Song Zhu doesn't have the habit of smoking, but he will definitely have to respond to requests: "No, but if you want a lighter, Mr. Jing, I'll buy it right now."

Jing Sheng turned his eyes away, turned sideways slowly, opened the drawer of the bedside table, uncovered a small transparent square box inside, took out a half-remained cigarette, squeezed it in his hand, and looked at it for a while.

Song Zhu was stunned: ... What is this?

"I want to smoke," Jing Sheng handed over the cigarette, "Light it up for me."

"..." Song Zhu immediately nodded his head like he was stepping on a sewing machine: "Good!"

Then he ran to the kitchen, ignited the fire of the gas stove, and ran back with his slippers on, putting his hands on it.

Jing Sheng held the cigarette between his fingers and rested his forehead with the other hand, still looking listless.

As if recalling something, his eyes were in a trance for a moment, and he leaned the cigarette to his white and dry lips.

Song Zhu stared at it with a sad face and tangled eyes.

Jing Sheng raised his eyes, annoyed: "What are you looking at?"

"..." Song Zhufei quickly turned his face away, neither looking at me nor looking at me.

I muttered in my heart, thinking blindly: It must be Miss Yu's cigarette, but where did it come from? I smoked it on the same bed afterwards?
Jing Sheng put the cigarette in his mouth and took a deep breath.

In the next second, he was choked to death, cough cough cough cough cough...

Song Zhu hurriedly turned his head, only to see that his face had turned red and his eyes were quickly filled with water.

Jing Sheng grabbed Song Zhu's upper arm, still coughing frantically: "...I'm so stupid, cough, cough, cough, what the hell is this smoke, cough, cough, it's not good at all, it's killing me, cough, cough..."

Song Zhu patted his chest and back again, but he didn't see any improvement, so he fumbled for the milk on the bedside, and brought the straw to his mouth as if he was going to inhale oxygen: "Hurry up! Moisturize your throat!"

Jing Sheng snatched it up irritably, drank for a long time before slowly slowing down.After calming down, he became lonely again. He put the cigarette he had only smoked back on the bedside, and continued to daze there, maintaining the original sitting posture.

Seeing that his ankles were exposed, Song Zhu brought back the quilt on the bed and covered him.

As a result, Jing Sheng stretched his legs and continued to lie back. He turned sideways, with his back completely facing Song Zhu, only showing half of the back of his head: "You go back, I will go to work tomorrow."

"Mr. Jing..." Song Zhu felt distressed.

The man stopped talking.

Maybe he still wanted to be quiet for a day, Song Zhu stopped disturbing him and bent over to clean up the empty boxes and cigarette butts beside the bed.

"Don't move." Jing Sheng said suddenly as if he heard his voice.

He paused: "What?"

"Put it..." He sank into the pillow, his upper and lower lips moved twice, "Forget it, forget it,"

Two times in succession, the first sentence was addressed to Song Zhu, and the second sentence seemed to persuade himself: "Throw it away."

"Yeah." Assistant Song stood up with something in his hands, but he never touched the cigarette butt.

"Mr. Jing, take a good rest. I asked Aunt Zhou to warm up the dishes. You'd better eat some."

"Oh." In fact, he was very hungry, hungry, really hungry.

Song Zhu looked down at him: "Then I'll go first."

No more responses.

Song Zhu walked towards the door, and just as he reached the doorknob, a slight, hesitant, and unconfident question came from the other side of the bed:

"Have you...have you seen her these days?"

Song Zhu knew who he was asking, took a long breath silently, and replied truthfully: "No."

"Oh." The man buried himself, from head to toe, under the quilt in an instant.

(End of this chapter)