Chapter 82

Gu Ze got up from Meng Fu, sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette.

Meng Fu then sat aside, silent, staring blankly at the transparent carved tea table.

Guze took the cigarette off his lips, leaned over and directly put the cigarette end on Meng Fu's lips, "smoke." The smell of smoke will paralyze you and make you forget a lot of things.

Or maybe it will tease a person's nerves.

Meng Fu took a good breath. The discomfort of the smoke made him cough violently. Guze looked at his reflection with a smile and thought it was very interesting. He leaned on the sofa and his eyes were full of smiles.

He can't smoke and doesn't like the smell of smoke, but when Guze asked him to do so, he hardened his scalp and took another sip.

The cough became worse and even his face turned red.

When he wanted to continue smoking, Guze took his cigarette and patted him on the back. "Haven't you smoked before?"

Meng Fu shook his head, "No."

He never thought that smoking was a good thing. His father had a heavy addiction to smoking. The older he was, the worse his health became.

"Yes, you are. How can you smoke?"

After that, he took a sip. He touched the same cigarette with his lips. The cigarette end seemed to have the taste of Meng Fu, which made him happy.

He turned on the TV again and was picking out movies with the remote control.

He moved a little, next to Meng Fu, and asked, "what kind of movies do you like to see?"

"Suspense." He replied with a slight hesitation.

I don't understand why Guze asked him for advice.

"Have you seen confinement island?"

"No."

He hasn't seen a movie since he was in prison at the age of 18. He was in the cinema with Xie Zhenzhen for the last time.

"Then look at this one."

The film began to show. Meng Fu was immersed in the plot and frowned slightly to think about the clues. Unaware that someone's hand was on his shoulder, someone gently pressed his head and let him lean on that person's shoulder.

Suddenly came back, "Mr. Gu."

"Watch the movie carefully." Guze said.

"Yes."

He answered, but he couldn't put all his mind on the film, because Guze's fingers were rubbing his back neck.

After a while, the finger finally moved away and gently rested on his shoulder.

"What do you think?" The film is over, Guze asked.

"It's an excellent film. Even the last scene at the end is in suspense."

"There are many such films. We'll watch them slowly in the future."

He tightened his arm and knocked his chin on Meng Fu's head. The tip of his nose was a faint fragrance between Meng Fu's relapses.

"Mr. Gu, you..." Meng Fu thought for a moment, but he didn't ask. How long will it be in the future? Will it represent that Gu Ze will never forgive him?

After taking a bath, Gu Ze was sitting on the bed playing with his mobile phone in his nightgown. He opened the quilt and lay quietly aside. The breath is shallow and light, hooking whose heart and moving whose love.

Guze put down his cell phone and lay down.

He said, "Meng Fu, tell me something you like."

"I don't like anything."

Gu Ze suddenly remembered that he had said something like "destruction" in front of Meng Fu. He put his arm around Meng Fu and gently put his thin lips on Meng Fu's shoulder, "do you want to go somewhere?"

"... No."

He really wants to go to the University.

"Don't you want anything?"

"Yes."

"I bought a new apartment, which will be decorated in about a week, and we'll move in."

"Yes."

After a while, Guze was forced to swallow his words and asked again. There was a mobile phone beside his pillow. Just now he was looking at the picture sent from the mobile phone.

"Meng Fu, did Qi Du force you to pose like that?"

Such an embarrassing posture, such a posture that will only be put in front of Guze.

"... No."

The strength on the arm tightened sharply, "Meng Fu, are you voluntary?!"

"No," the pain from his arm made him frown slightly. He explained slowly, "I want to save brother di."

The force suddenly relaxed.

Relieved.

Gu Ze's cheek gently rubbed Meng Fu's shoulder, "Meng Fu, just take care of yourself. You can't take care of other people's affairs. However, you won't listen to what I said. You will only go up and help blindly beyond your ability. Is this good or bad? "

"Brother Di is very kind to me."

"What about me? What about you?"

Do you feel any better?

Under the quilt, Meng Fu gently buttoned the white sheet with his fingers. After a long time, he spit out the repeated words, "I owe Mr. Gu."

Guze slammed on him.

Countless thoughts are hidden in the dark eyes like a deep pool.

He said, "Meng Fu, you stay with me all your life, and you'll pay off what you owe."

A lifetime, too long

Meng Fu did not habitually say "good" or "well". The light in his eyes stared at Gu Ze, begging, resisting and begging for bone deep compassion.

Guze, can you make it a little shorter, ten or twenty years? At least I still have a hope.

"Mr. Gu, I will listen to you very much. I will make atonement obediently, so can you...?"

His words were blocked in Guze's lips.

"No, Meng Fu, no, it can only be a lifetime."

Gu Ze stretched out his hand and covered Meng Fu's eyes.

He's crazy Wen, he's afraid he'll run away, he's afraid he'll say, so can you give me a time to leave?

No, Meng Fu can't leave.

He let Meng Fu despair and gave himself a sad hope.

The food poisoning incident in the restaurant became more and more serious. Guze was busy all day the next day. Meng Fu sat in his office and looked at the information of those legal cases.

This time passed quickly until someone called.

"Miss Wen."

"Meng Fu, come out. I'll wait for you downstairs."

"I can't leave."

Guze forbids him to have contact with Wen Xueyan.

"You should listen to brother Guze like this."

After a while, Wen Xueyan came into Guze's office. She looked at Meng Fu who was looking through the information and walked bitterly to his side, "Meng Fu."

"Miss Wen?"

"Meng Fu, why didn't you and brother Guze come back last night?"

He didn't know that Wen Xueyan came to question this, "Miss Wen, go and ask Mr. Gu." He replied that it was hard for him to talk about going to the hotel with Guze.

"Let me guess what you did and where you went." Wen Xueyan smiled sweetly. She leaned against the edge of the table and glanced at the information spread on the table, "went to a hotel, right?"

Meng Fu curled his toes.

"What did you do?" Wen Xueyan bowed his head and continued to smile, but his gentle smile seemed to hide a knife, "Meng Fu, what's the feeling under a man?"

The knife was firmly inserted into Meng Fu.