Fu Simian was taken away by the special assistant and assistant. When he left, he did not look at Zhou Shike, but his eyes fell on Song Guiyan. It was the gloomy and hatred look that Zhou Shike had never seen before.

Zhou Shike withdrew his gaze, Song Guiyan sat aside and asked, "What is your relationship with Fu Simian?"

Zhou Shike carried the wine bottle and said, "It's a relationship that never interacts with each other when you are old and die."

"Then you just wanted to anger him..." Song Guiyan raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Do you think I look sad?" Zhou Shiye sat up on a chair, and the water in his eyes faded, returning to his previous unruly and indifferent appearance.

Song Guiyan shook his head slowly.

"That's all right," Zhou Shike lay down again, "I'm happy when I see Fu Simian unhappy."

Maybe it was stimulated by alcohol that he said so much to a stranger like Song Guiyan, or maybe it was because the other party was a stranger that he could say these words.

"If he doesn't show up in front of me, then he will be peaceful. If he doesn't keep his promise, then I will be happy as he does." Zhou Shike said in a faint tone with his eyelids drooping.

Song Guiyan refused to argue. With his mentality as a man who was 28 years old and was approaching maturity, he could not understand the behavior of young people who had to bite each other after breaking up and make the situation difficult to end.

"If you let go, you can start a new relationship," Song Guiyan admitted that he had just taken advantage of it. "There is no need to stimulate Fu Simian. What are the benefits of doing this?"

Song Guiyan's speech was slow and gentle, making people as gentle as the spring breeze.

Zhou Shike thought about it very seriously.

He curled the corners of his lips and said a little badly: "No, no, no, you misunderstood what I mean. It was not my decision whether there is any benefit to me. It was Fu Simian. If he couldn't let it go, it would be a good benefit for me."

Song Guiyan's gaze slid inch by inch from Zhou Shike's side face. He pondered for a while and asked, "What about you?"

Zhou Shike was slightly stunned, "What am I?"

Song Guiyan leaned over, "Do you still like him?"

No one has asked Zhou Shike this question for a long time.

In the past six years, in just half a year, he felt a little blurred. If Fu Smien did not appear, he would not care about the other party's final contract with Lin Zhiye. One of them was in Jiangcheng and the other was in Beicheng, and there would be no need to meet again in this life.

Even if the other party appears and only talks about business, he can still be at peace with him.

But if Fu Simian wants to talk to him now, I'm sorry, he will make the other party regret having liked him.

After all, when he was talking about his relationship with Fu Simian, Fu Simian slapped him hard with his actions.

"Another question," Zhou Shike threw Fu Simian behind his head and leaned over to Song Guiyan. He smelled the light woody perfume on the other party, which was very consistent with the feeling that Song Guiyan gave people. He was restrained and calm. Zhou Shike's finger climbed on Song Guiyan's tie, "Do you like me?"

Song Guiyan lowered his eyes and looked at him. The distance between the two was so close that he only needed to move forward one centimeter before kissing Zhou Shike.

It's still the person in high school, and it hasn't changed at all.

When you are in your first year of high school, you can get rid of seniors in your third year of high school to death, and no one can escape the vulgarity.

Song Guiyan seemed very calm, and he smiled gently, "I thought I had already said it clearly enough."

Zhou Shike looked at Song Guiyan's eyes.

After two seconds, he pulled apart, picked up the wine bottle on the ground and stood up. He shook his body for a moment, turned his head and said to Song Guiyan, "I don't really want to play with people."

Song Guiyan stood up, "Why?"

"No reason," Zhou Shike said lightly, "A person like me is still going on the road of marriage anyway. Who cares if he really doesn't?"

Zhou Shike will no longer give anyone a chance to hurt himself.

How long can his little regret and guilt like Fu Simian come here now?

Song Guiyan followed Zhou Shike and said calmly: "You can't let go of Fu Simian." He said it was a sure word.

Zhou Shike's body stiffened for a moment.

The next second, he lost the wine bottle and swung his fist on Song Guiyan's side face. The boy was very strong and showed no mercy. A smell of blood immediately appeared from Song Guiyan's mouth.

"Mr. Song?" Zhou Shike smiled coldly, "It's better not to say such words in the future."

For Zhou Shike now, these words could not be as slashed as before. He only felt humiliated, and the humiliation that was trampled under his feet and used as objects to exchange for profits.

This is the biggest damage Zhou Shike suffered, and the biggest stain and shame in his life in the past twenty years of Wednesday.

A Ke has suffered a grievance on Wednesday, but the psychological trauma that has been caused still exists no matter how Wednesday repairs it. This is something that no one can touch.

Zhou Shike was not in the mood to stay any longer, so he went to find Zhou Shixuan, "I want to go home."

Zhou Shixuan was talking and laughing with someone. When she heard Zhou Shike's voice behind her, she turned around and the smile on her face gradually disappeared.

The boy's suit is in his hand, the collar of the shirt is spread out, the material is wrinkled, the hair is scattered, and the smell of alcohol is covered.

“…”

"Go back." Zhou Shixuan said softly.

Looking at Zhou Shike's back as he left, the others were amazed, "Wednesday is looking better and better."

Zhou Shixuan smiled, "Where?"

"Are you going to work in the company after Wednesday or..."

"Singing," Zhou Shixuan shook the wine glass in her hand. "Every child is a child, and she likes to sing. I will work hard to take care of you in the future."

"What Mr. Zhou said is that we have grown up on Wednesdays. If he wants to sing, I can set up a stage for him myself."

Everyone burst into laughter.

"Mr. Fu, you shouldn't have rushed out just now." Zhao Tezhu looked at Mr. Fu, who looked like frosty, and couldn't help but say.

Fu Simian's helpless and embarrassed expression faded away. He leaned on the sofa, and the coldness between his eyebrows and eyes made people feel cold all over his body.

Zhao Xu was an old man who had been with him for several years. He could see that Fu Simian had long been concerned about Zhou Shike, but he wanted to push people farther and farther away. He wanted to replace Zhou Shike with anyone else, and he might have broken up long ago. Zhao Xu was also surprised that according to Zhou Shike's nature, he could tolerate them for so long.

Today he followed Fu Simian. He knew how happy Mr. Fu knew Zhou Shike was when he came, but until the two saw Zhou Shike kissing with their own eyes, the atmosphere was ambiguous.

"Mr. Fu, A Ke must still care about you. He is just angry with you." Zhao Xu comforted.

Fu Simian pulled the corner of his mouth, "Who are you talking about?"

Zhao Xu said: "I said A Ke..."

Fu Simian's gaze seemed a little empty, and he landed aimlessly somewhere in the venue, "You guessed it wrong, he no longer likes me."

"How could it be..." Zhao Xu's voice became smaller and smaller, and he didn't finish a word.

"Because I've seen him like me." Fu Simien whispered.

Zhou Shike's cunning and unharmed eyes, and the pleasure of revenge was successful. He saw that he was forced to go crazy by him. He was happy and happy, but he had no heartache or entanglement, and no love or hesitation.

Fu Simian lowered his eyes, his eyes were gentle and he was not there, and his whole body's breath was sluggish.

Zhao Xu hesitated for a while and sighed, "I heard that I am good at playing on Wednesday, Mr. Fu..." Do you really decide to continue chasing?

After a long time, Fu Simian moved and drank the wine at his hand, as if what he swallowed was not wine, but endless bitterness and helplessness.

"Do you play? Then I would rather he play with me." Fu Simien was hoarse, maybe she was stimulated by alcohol to her throat, or maybe she was about to cry.

The delegate driver took Zhou Shike's key and shivered, "I have never driven this style before."

Zhou Shike pressed his eyebrows and said, "Open whatever you want, just rub it and count mine."

On the dark asphalt road, the sound of the engine teared the sky.

At the entrance of the community, the security guard slowly opened the door. A white Mercedes-Benz SUV suddenly rushed out from the side and directly crossed in front of Zhou Shike. The sound of the tire rubbing on the ground was sharp and harsh.

Zhou Shike opened the car door and wanted to get out of the car and give the man a few strokes. Before he could get off the car, the Mercedes-Benz door was pushed open hard. The person who got off was wrapped in a super fluffy black down jacket, and he stumbled to Zhou Shike's car.

Jiang Ye lifted the Ferrari's door, pulled Zhou Shike out, who had not yet reacted, and dragged it to the side.

Zhou Shike threw him away, "Don't let my car, do you want to die?"

Jiang Ye's eyes were deep. He didn't say anything. He looked Zhou Shike up and down for a while, and then he smiled slightly. "Young Master Zhou, it's like you haven't seen each other for three autumns."

Half an hour later, the two appeared in a food stall in the city. The aroma of meat skewers spread in the air, and the beer bottles and glasses collided to create a reassuring fireworks.

Zhou Shike wrapped a down jacket in the car outside, and he looked at Jiang Ye, "Why are you here?"

Jiang Ye made his legs loudly, "Why can't I come? Is it yours?"

Zhou Shike didn't say anything.

Because Beicheng is indeed not his family.

A gust of wind blew over. Jiangye was from the coastal area, and it was not much colder there even in winter. He was dressed very thickly and still shivered by the cold.

Zhou Shike bit the meat skewers and glanced at him, "Go back if you are afraid of the cold."

"I won't go back," Jiang Ye said viciously, "I finally waited until you broke up with Fu Simien, I won't go back."

Zhou Shike's attitude was firm, "It's not your turn to break up with Fu Simian."

"Why?" Jiang Ye felt wronged, "What's wrong with me? I'm just a little worse than Fu Simian. Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please be with me."

Zhou Shike: "..."

"Speak softly." Several tables of people around him stretched their necks as if they were watching the fun and tried to listen to what the two beautiful boys were talking about.

"Where are you going tonight?" Jiang Ye looked at Zhou Shike's formal outfit.

"Fu's cocktail party."

“…”

"You guys broke up and you're still going?"

Zhou Shike glanced at Jiang Ye, "My sister even slept with Li's boss. Now the two of them can still talk about cooperation hand in hand."

Jiang Ye choked, that's right, businessmen don't talk about feelings.

After a moment, Jiang Ye pointed at Zhou Shike, "Okay, you are talking bad things about your elder sister behind your back!"

Zhou Shike raised the corner of his mouth and said coldly, "You want to die."

"...Do you know? We've seen you before, and you deserve a beating like that," Jiang Ye sighed, suddenly sympathizing with his own experience. "If you were so dead in college, I would definitely not like you."

Zhou Shike was stunned, "We knew each other before?"

"You used to get rid of my boat." Jiang Ye accused.
To be continued...