Chapter 16

Fu Zhen doesn't know what Tang wanwan wants to be. Anyway, it has nothing to do with him. She can be coquettish with Fu Jianchen as she likes.

Tang wanwan looked at Fu Zhen and ignored himself. He was a little annoyed. It was like a punch on the cotton, and there was no sense of achievement at all.

She thought for a moment, and then said to Fu Zhen, "I'm going to get married next month. You can come here if you are free at Easton manor."

Easton manor

Fu Zhen was in a trance for a moment. He remembered that his father had promised to build an amusement park for him on his seventh birthday. In the spring of the next year, he bought the estate and wanted to make it a castle for the little prince.

More than ten years later, the castle was given to Tang quwan by them.

Fu Zhen thought he would not care, but his body reaction would not lie. Some time ago, he found that his heart might be out of order. In addition, he had been painting all day and didn't eat lunch. At this time, his heart beat violently, and some of his breath was out of breath, accompanied by chest tightness and dizziness. His feet seemed to be filled with lead and had no strength. If he did not hold on, he would have collapsed here.

Fu Zhen bit his lip and forced himself to wake up. He didn't want to fall down in front of these two people.

He still had his back to Fu Jianchen, so they couldn't see Fu Zhen's pale face at this time. They just wondered what he was going to do standing there.

When Jiang Hengshu came back from work, he saw Fu Zhen standing on the stairs with his hands on the wall. His eyesight was good. He could see that Fu Zhen's legs were shaking because of pain. The blue veins on the back of his hands were bulging. He should be suffering a lot.

At the bottom of the stairs stood a man and a woman. The men looked less than 40 years old, while the women were only in their early twenties. Their looks were outstanding and Jiang Hengshu's memory was good. It was easy to recognize the identities of the two men. They were looking at Fu Zhen, but none of them wanted to help him.

This matter has nothing to do with him. Jiang Hengshu walked past and walked by Fu Jianchen coldly. He didn't even put an extra look on them. For him, Fu Jianchen, a business legend, or a new film queen in the entertainment industry, is just a common one among thousands of people in this world, and there is nothing special about it.

Jiang Hengshu continued to step up the stairs and went upstairs without stopping for anyone.

Fu Zhen heard the footsteps behind him. He felt that the sound was familiar to him, but he had no strength to turn around. The sun fell down on the mountain, leaving only the last touch of orange in the western sky. His body and shadow gradually disappeared in the huge shadow.

Recently, I really should have a good look at the Yellow calendar. Fu Zhen tried to adjust his breath, but his chest was still like a big stone. He was like a fish that was about to die of thirst on the beach.

The sound of footsteps was approaching. At the moment when Jiang Hengshu passed by Fu Zhen, Fu Zhen seemed to hear the call from the God of the sea. The tall and beautiful sea god held up his Scepter in his hand, and the cold and humid water mist wrapped his dry body. Fu Zhen could not hold on any more, his legs became soft and fell to the ground.

Jiang Hengshu didn't have time to think. He quickly stretched out his arm to take Fu Zhen's body. It was only when he took the thin man into his arms that he reflected what he had done.

He was stunned and looked at Fu Zhen in his arms. Fu Zhen's eyes were closed, his face was pale, and his forehead exuded cold sweat. His fingers were shaking violently. Even if he fainted, he could not calm down.

Maybe it was Jiang Hengshu's breath that made him feel a little familiar. After a while, his breath gradually calmed down, and his eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings. He should soon wake up. Jiang Hengshu did not know whether to hold him up or to wait for him to wake up.

However, under the stairs, Fu Jianchen felt as if he had seen a funny drama. In his eyes, it was Fu Zhen who threw himself into the arms of another man.

Fu Jianchen looked at the back of Jiang Hengshu holding Fu Zhen up. After a long silence, he suddenly asked, "what is the relationship between you and him?"

When Fu Zhen woke up, it was Fu Jianchen's question. This question was so funny that Fu Zhen ignored that he was being held in his arms by Jiang Hengshu for the first time.

"Is it related to Mr. Fu?" Fu Zhen tilted his head in Jiang Hengshu's arms. Fu Jian Chen could only see Fu Zhen's small side face. He heard Fu Zhen smile to himself, "don't forget that we had already cut off relations two years ago."

Before that, Fu Zhen did not dare to face this matter. He always hoped that he could return to the past. However, when he told Fu Jianchen about this matter, he had a strange pleasure.

Fu Jianchen couldn't speak. Two years ago, because of the crooked Tang Dynasty, he drove Fu Zhen out of the Fu family and broke off the relationship between father and son with Fu Zhen. This is a fact that everyone knows. He really has no position to ask Fu Zhen about this.

Fu Zhen lowered his eyes. He gently pulled Jiang Hengshu's sleeve and said to Jiang Hengshu, "let's go."

The man in his arms seemed to have no consciousness of going down on his own. Jiang Hengshu moved his lips and finally said nothing. He took Fu Zhen and walked upstairs along the stairs under his feet. Soon after, the two figures completely disappeared in Fu Jianchen's sight.Tang looked at Fu Jianchen, who was still in a daze. He pulled his arm and said to him, "Dad, let's go."

Fu Jianchen returned to God and nodded, "let's go."

Fu Jianchen was not in a good mood. Tang sat beside him and tried to comfort him. After thinking for a long time, she said to Fu Jianchen, "Dad, don't be too angry. I heard from my friends that he saw Fu Zhen working in a gay bar some time ago. He may really like men. Now the social environment is so open, and homosexuality is not What a big deal. "

Tang wanwan told Fu Jianchen that it was true, but at that time she thought it was her friend's wrong eye. She didn't expect that Fu Zhen was really a fag.

Tang curved eyes flashed a trace of contempt, she took Fu Jianchen's arm, "Dad, I want to eat cake."

"Let the driver stop in front of the cake shop later."

"Thank you, Dad."

Fu Jianchen said, his face sank like water. He didn't speak again for a long time. After a long time, he looked out of the window with his head on his side, not knowing what he was trying to write.

Tang's crooked hand was still on Fu Jianchen's arm, with a smile in his mouth. He seemed in a good mood.

In the dark corridor, Jiang Hengshu walked upstairs with Fu Zhen in his arms at a slow speed. It was quiet all around. Fu Zhen raised his head. Under the dim yellow light, Jiang Hengshu's jaw line seemed to be softer than he had seen yesterday. His blue eyes were shining in the dark, which was the brightest star in the sky before dawn.

He should have asked Jiang Hengshu to let him down now, but he was too greedy and wanted to stay in this arms longer.

There was a creaking sound of opening the door downstairs. Fu Zhen seemed to be bewitched by the devil. He stretched out his hand and slowly lifted it up. Then he put his arm around Jiang Hengshu's neck. His head pressed against Jiang Hengshu's shoulder. In a trance, he heard the powerful beating of his heart in his chest. Fu Zhen felt that his eyes were a little hot.

Jiang Hengshu stopped for a moment. He lowered his eyes and looked at the man in his arms. There seemed to be a glimmer in his eyes. He didn't say anything. He just raised his arms a little and carried Fu Zhen in his arms as if nothing had happened.

Up to the sixth floor, Jiang Hengshu stopped outside the room where they lived together. From the corridor came the noise of people playing cards in the room. Jiang Hengshu released Fu Zhen from his arms and asked him softly, "can you go by yourself?"

Fu Zhen nodded. He heard a trace of gentleness in Jiang Hengshu's calm tone. At the same time, he felt a little guilty for his selfish feelings. He said to Jiang Hengshu, "thank you just now."

"It's OK." Jiang Hengshu's voice was cold, as if he was not the one who helped Fu Zhen just now.

Jiang Hengshu opened the door in front of him. The old door made a long creak. Fu Zhen followed Jiang Hengshu into the rental room, and they walked to their respective rooms.

When Fu Zhen came back to his room and saw the woven bag in his hand, he remembered that he had not bought anything back. He had no spare strength to go downstairs again. After a little hesitation, he took out his mobile phone and ordered a piece of porridge on the meituan.

He ate very little dinner, and when his chest was not so stuffy, he picked up his brush again and continued the unfinished drawing until midnight.

The alarm clock at the head of the bed was ticking around, like a dwarf looking for gems in the deep forest. Fu Zhen turned off the computer and went to bed, turning off the light and lying down. However, his sleepiness gradually dissipated in the long silent night, and a slight sound came from the next room.

The moonlight came in through the gap of the bed curtain, leaving a bright color like snow on the ground. Fu Zhen lay on his side on the bed and looked at the foggy wall opposite him. What was Jiang Hengshu doing?

But immediately he was sad again. Why can't Jiang Hengshu like himself?

Is there really no hope for a man like him?

Fu Zhen bit his lips, and soon his lips turned white. After a while, he sighed and closed his eyes with his pillow.

He likes Jiang Hengshu so much.

"What's the man you like?"

In his dream, Fu Zhen asked his sweetheart.

Jiang Hengshu's blue eyes clearly reflected his figure. The gentle river came from afar. He bent down and dropped his thin kiss on his light lips. He heard his whisper.

"It's you."