The rain outside stopped silently.

After several months, Zhou Shike's voice appeared clearly in his ears for the first time, which actually made people feel unrealistic in their dreams.

Unlike every "brother" in the past, Zhou Shike's tone is frivolous, affectionate, playful, and meaningful.

He was right. The separation a few months ago was indeed the last time he called Fu Simian "Brother" with love and dependence.

"A Ke," Fu Simian felt the bitter taste in his mouth was flooding, "I want to see you."

"Why do you want to see me?" Zhou Shike's tone sounded a little curious and puzzled. He was a little noisy, but his voice was quite clear.

Fu Simian was silent.

He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and under the lamp, his thin white skin made him look a little fragile.

"I want to see you."

He repeated stubbornly.

Fu Siya turned her head unbearably.

Zhou Shike laughed, his voice deliberately lowered, and it sounded like gritting his teeth, or mocking Fu Simian.

"Where are you playing?" The boy thought Fu Simian was simply unreasonable. "You used to lie to me and say you like me, why? Now you can't even tell lies?"

Fu Simian felt something was tearing his blood vessels and heart, and the poor blood flow made him breathing difficult. A Ke said the same words as the knife in his favorite voice, "I didn't lie to you."

"What does it have to do with me?"

"You didn't lie to me. You told me clearly that you didn't guarantee anything. You were going to sell me. You told me that I was fucking bad. You have no problem. You have no fucking problems. Then why are you pretentious here with me?"

Fu Simian didn't know that A Ke would say such heartbreaking and unpleasant words. He had known Zhou Shike for six years and felt the first time he felt the other person with claws and fangs exposed.

"Fu Simian, don't bother me," Zhou Shike's tone showed an irritable tone. "I'm annoyed when I hear your voice now. You don't lack people to like it. There are so many people chasing you, just as stupid as I was back then."

"You are different from them." Fu Simian grabbed the phone, a little scared, Zhou Shike hung up the phone directly. He admitted that he was scared.

"Nothing is different," Zhou Shike said lightly. He paused, "If you want those manuscripts, you can take them, I don't want them." What Zhou Shike cares about is the copyright of the work. There is everything he wrote in six years after he arrived in Jiangcheng. He has never calculated how much it is worth. He just felt that he would be cheated so much before leaving. He was frustrated.

"A Ke..." Fu Simien frowned. He didn't like Zhou Shike's cold tone. He would rather the other party make trouble with him and lose his temper, but as soon as he spoke, he was interrupted by the voice of a delicate little boy.

"Baby Ke Ke, I want to kiss you." The boy's voice was sweet and greasy, as if he had been thrown into a candy bowl and rolled around.

Not knowing what the other party did, Zhou Shike tickled impatiently, and then laughed and scolded: "Shameless thing."

I can't hear the meaning of being angry.

"Okay, let's have a break," Zhou Shike's voice sounded like he was saying goodbye to the same friend, relaxed and comfortable, but he paused for a few seconds behind him, and then he spoke again without any ease. "Fu Simian, we have been breaking up for so long, let's be more decent. We are not from the same world. As your head of the Fu family, I am suitable to be a gangster in the North City. I understand that we are just not suitable. If we force ourselves to get together, we are just trying to die."

"Hang."

This time, I really failed and didn't even leave time for answering.

Fu Simien slowly put down his hand, and he looked at Fu Siya blankly, "A Ke, is he with someone else?"

Zhou Shike's attitude was not very warm or cold, but every word he said was swung towards Fu Simien like a soft knife. He knew too well how to hurt someone. If Fu Simien cared, he would be injured by Zhou Shike.

Fu Siya took the phone from Fu Simien's hand and put it aside, choosing not to answer this question.

After Zhou Shike and Fu Simian broke up, she learned about Zhou Shike's identity through Li Moyan. For some reason, she was more relieved and happy than worried about Fu Simian at that moment.

Because he can't leave even if Zhou Shike and Fu Simian are not on the same level of social status.

Fu Siya knows Fu Simian too much. He must like A Ke, but he himself cannot detect it, and he does not allow outsiders to define and evaluate his relationship with A Ke casually. It is reliable for him. If A Ke is not Wednesday, then he will use A Ke's death or injury to make Fu Simian realize it.

Fortunately, fortunately, fortunately he was Wednesday.

He can make Fu Simian hurt, make him lose, and make him love but not get it. This is all Wednesday's capital.

Fu Siya looked at Fu Simian with a cold face and sighed in her heart, but now she is not sure whether A Ke will make up with Fu Simian.

Perhaps the other party is really ready to give up this relationship.

Fu Siya looked at Fu Simien with some concern.

Fu Simian came to his senses, he quickly sorted out his emotions and asked, "Why do you think of me like this?"

“…”

"Nothing," Fu Siya yawned, "Are you going back now? A Ke wants the manuscript he has left here, you will bring it to me next time you come."

"That's mine." Fu Simian whispered.

Fu Siya was silent.

After a while, she spoke.

"Then you keep it. Anyway, A Ke said he didn't want it, right?" After saying that, she paused for a moment, "But if you still want to make up, you'd better not move those things."

Fu Simian was the only one left in the huge living room.

The young man in a black coat had transparent raindrops on his shoulders. His face was cold and pale, and his eyes were gloomy. He stood there like a sculpture for a long time before turning around and leaving.

As Fu Simian drove away, Fu Siya stood in front of the bedroom window, watching the car disappear in the rainy night with worry.

Li Moyan came back from the study and saw Fu Siya standing in front of the window with a sad look on her face, and asked softly: "What's wrong?"

Fu Siya turned around and walked to the bed and sat down, "I just answered A Ke's call, but Fu Simien heard it. He talked to A Ke. I saw him, and he didn't seem to be willing to break up."

Li Moyan pondered for a while, "A Ke is from the Zhou family in Beicheng, and it is reasonable that Fu Simian is unwilling to break up."

"What does it have to do with him being the Zhou family?" Fu Siya's eyes rarely felt impatient, "Even if A Ke is just a child from a well-off family, Fu Simien's attitude is the same."

Li Moyan did not answer, and Fu Siya knew that he did not believe it.

If you don’t have to go to the table, you will see that everyone is the same as you.

She was just worried that A Ke was unwilling to make up, so Fu Simien stubbornly refused to let go. With their current social status and their original tempers, the situation would undoubtedly go uncontrollable.

Fang Ka's legs were stacked on the coffee table, and the blanket was soft to the ground. His eyes were as beautiful as cats' eyes.

When the 190 male model called next to him handed over a glass of wine, she accidentally spilled it on his legs. Fang Ka drooped his eyes, bent his mouth sweetly, and then slapped his ear on the other person's face with his backhand.

"Listen."

The most shady and volatile young man in the North City is Fang Ka.

The male model's face was invisible, and he leaned over and was about to lick it. At this time, his chin was gently picked up.

The boy who came over was dark in his eyes and had a little flamboyant smile.

"Just let him wipe it by himself, what are you licking?"

When Fang Ka saw Zhou Shike helping to speak, the sinister and cruel smile on his face suddenly disappeared. He pouted in dissatisfaction, "Baby Ke Ke, how can you help others talk?"

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and said to Quan Yan impatiently: "Get out."

Zhou Shike leaned on the sofa and watched Yang Shangchen sing at the front with his throat. He looked like he was not emotional, "Don't bully people, it's not easy."

Fang Ka did not answer, but glanced at Quan Yan as a warning. Quan Yan immediately understood and lowered his head and explained in a low voice, "I voluntarily, I lack money, I voluntarily."

Fang Ka immediately leaned over and hugged Zhou Shike's waist, and whispered, "Are you angry?"

The alcohol in his mouth made Zhou Shike a little drunk, but Zhou Shike was not very clear. His current uneasiness also came from the alcohol on Fang Ka's body or the phone call he had just talked with Fu Simian.

"Are you thinking about Fu Simien?" Fang Ka smiled and showed two sweet dimples, looking simple and innocent, "What did he say to you?"

"Kaka, stay away from me." Zhou Shike patted his head.

Fang Ka immediately let go and sat down obediently.

Yang Shangchen just finished singing a song. He came over and felt the strange atmosphere. He asked Fang Ka, "What's wrong?"

"Fu Simian called Ke Ke." Fang Ka answered quickly.

Yang Shangchen frowned, his mind exploded, "What did you say? Who called the third brother?"

Fang Ka pushed away the fruit handed over by Quanyan, "Fu Simian."

Fang Ka is the third person who knows Fu Simian except Yang Shangchen and Zhou Shixun. It was not what Zhou Shike said on his own, but he saw it himself. Fang Ka's origin was not a good person, and his mother was on the stage. She accidentally got together with the current old man of the Fang family and became pregnant once. His mother was in poor health and could never get pregnant again after being beaten. She was going to give birth to her life or death.

Mr. Fang followed her, but did not let her enter the house, and only admitted to giving money. However, when he was born, he died of difficult labor, and the Fang family could only take back Fang Ka. Unfortunately, after he returned, he was better than being a child from an ordinary family. What could the illegitimate child have in other people's homes? When he was in his teens, he looked as old as six or seven years old. He was wearing clothes of his brothers and sisters, and his body was covered with injuries. The old and new mixed together was a terrible sight.

So this also made his personality extremely sensitive and vigilant. After he returned to China, he noticed something was wrong when he saw Zhou Shike at the first sight. At the airport, he threw away his suitcase and said he would not go back if he didn't tell him. He also wanted to take off his clothes.

Yang Shangchen picked up his box, "You love Tuotuo, I care about nothing about it."

Fang Ka was stunned when he saw that no one was paying attention to him, and changed his tactics to pester Zhou Shike. Zhou Shike was so entangled that he had no choice but to say that he had broken up and was in a bad mood, so he didn't say anything else.

You can't let Fang Ka know that Fang Ka is just a lunatic.

So he was startled by Yang Shangchen, "What are you yelling about?"

Yang Shangchen almost couldn't get up in one breath. He picked up the little model beside Zhou Shike with a low eyebrows and threw it aside, and sat down, "What did he do to call you?"

Zhou Shike was lazy and his mood was inevitably affected, and he became out of place with the lively room in the private room.

"I still have a lot of manuscripts in Jiangcheng. I said I don't want it before, but I thought I was quite reluctant to let it go. His sister promised to help me get it. He heard it when he called, and he chatted with me a few words." He answered very easily, and Yang Shangchen's heart was bleeding.

"Why don't you want it?" Yang Shangchen was so angry that he could only eat and drink on the table. He grabbed a handful of melon seeds and threw them on the ground. Fang Ka was stunned.

How much money will it cost to make so many original manuscripts? Even if you dare not think about the benefits derived from the future, you will give them to him for nothing? Yang Shangchen felt so nervous.

"Do you have a brain problem?" Fang Ka was so happy that he lay on Quan Yan's shoulder and smiled so hard that he leaned back and forth. His face changed faster than reading.
To be continued...