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Hearing this, Han Zhuo looked at him and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Is this what you think?"

Geng Hang: "That's not true. In my impression, I have never seen anyone dismissive of your love. You are Brother Zhuo. Don't you have any confidence at all?"

After Han Zhuo fell out of love, there was always no shortage of people around him who liked him, and Han Zhuo also kept in touch with those people very carefully.

On the surface, it looks like a big radish, but in fact, this radish has always been in the soil and has never been pulled out again.

Geng Hang couldn't help but ask one more question: "Brother Zhuo, have I seen the girl you like?"

Han Zhuo said bluntly, "I haven't seen it."

Geng Hang suggested: "Bring her out some other time so that I can open my eyes to what kind of girl can make you so unsure of yourself."

Han Zhuo gave him a squeeze with his arm, "She doesn't like this kind of occasion, and besides, you will scare her."

Han Zhuo remembered that Fangran had always disliked such noisy places.

Geng Hang chuckled, "Brother Zhuo, you're making me more and more curious."

Han Zhuo: "There's no point in being curious, they don't like me at all."

Not only that, but there were other little boys in front of him today.

When he thought of this, Han Zhuo's expression changed again and he took a few sips.

Immediately, Han Zhuo put his hand on Geng Hang's shoulder and asked him in a low voice: "Tell me, what's so good about those boys who are younger than me? Are they so popular?"

He remembered clearly that Fangran's face almost broke out from laughter at that time.

Hearing this, Geng Hang glanced at Han Zhuo, with a smile on his lips and his eyes shining a little, "Brother Zhuo, if you ask this, does it mean that the girl likes someone younger than you?"

Han Zhuo said with a dark face, "Stop talking nonsense!"

Geng Hang coughed and began to analyze: "These days, who doesn't like people younger than themselves? Think about it, apart from their young age, they are quite likable in other aspects. Not only are they young, but they also know how to make girls happy. the most important is……"

Han Zhuo frowned slightly: "What is the most important thing?"

Geng Hang smiled and said, "The most important thing is of course being called sister. Think about it, which girl can resist this."

After Geng Hang finished speaking, Han Zhuo fell into deep thought, sister?

When the person asked Fangran for her contact information, he seemed to call her sister.

Could it be that Fangran also likes this?

Han Zhuo couldn't understand. Does it make her happy if someone calls her sister?

Geng Hang looked at Han Zhuo's thinking, picked up the cup and took a few sips, "Brother Zhuo, although this younger brother is as good as his younger brother, we don't have no chance at all."

Han Zhuo looked up.

Geng Hang: "In the final analysis, my brother is good at everything, but he is not as mature as us. In many cases, it is inevitable that there will not be many conflicts."

Han Zhuo just said a simple sentence, and Geng Hang had already imagined a big drama in his mind, and concluded that he asked this question because the girl he liked fell in love with someone else, and this person was younger than Han Zhuo.

Han Zhuoqian took two sips and said, "Then what do you think I should do?"

Although Geng Hang may not be very reliable emotionally, Han Zhuo also wants to hear other people's opinions.

Maybe it will actually be of some use.

Geng Hang thought about it very seriously, and finally said: "If you ask me, a martyr girl is afraid of pestering a man. No matter how much she doesn't like you, as long as you show up when she needs help at any time, she will be more or less able to deal with her in the end." Once you develop a good impression, girls are the easiest to be moved. As long as you capture her heart, there's no need to worry about being together."

His words caused Han Zhuo to fall into deep silence.

After drinking a few glasses of wine in silence, Han Zhuo's voice sounded a little hollow, as if coming from a far away place, which made people feel stunned.

He said, "What if this doesn't work?"

What Geng Hang said was not something Han Zhuo had never done before. He also stayed by Fangran's side when she needed help. Although it was not a stalker, the two of them had experienced a lot together.

What if she doesn't even feel anything about herself?

Geng Hang showed a troubled expression, "If this is the case, then maybe she really doesn't like it..."

Halfway through his words, he saw that Han Zhuo's face was not very good, so he quickly made up for it: "But this is not absolute. The most important thing is to see the other party's attitude. Maybe she is the thin-skinned kind. You didn't talk to her She said it clearly, but she just pretended not to know."

After speaking, Geng Hang asked him: "Brother Zhuo, have you not confessed your feelings to others yet?"

Han Zhuo's eyes were covered with a thin layer of confusion. Confession?

Fangran had told him that before, did he dare to confess?

Han Zhuo scoffed slightly, "She said that we have always been friends. If I confess my feelings, I might not even be friends."

This is why Han Zhuo has never dared to speak out.

Geng Hang became more and more confused as he listened, "Brother Zhuo, is this why you haven't dared to confess?"

This is not like Han Zhuo's style at all.

Han Zhuo smiled and drank the wine. He lay on the sofa behind him and seemed to sigh, "Yeah, I don't dare."

"Brother Zhuo, it's really hard for me to guess about feelings. If you really want to know what the other person thinks, you have to tell her what you think first."

Geng Hang poured the wine slowly, "Besides, Brother Zhuo, you don't lack friends. Why bother guarding your feelings and not saying it openly? If she likes you, if you keep it secret, you will miss it in the end."

"Missing or being rejected, which one do you choose?"

Geng Hang's words made Han Zhuo remain silent for a long time. He lay there without saying a word, his eyes dark, and he didn't know what he was thinking at the moment.

After a while, Han Zhuo sat up, clinked glasses with Geng Hang while holding the poured wine.

He looked at Geng Hang and seemed to wake up a lot.

The collision of wine glasses made a crisp sound, and Han Zhuo's voice also fell.

He said lightly but forcefully: "I choose neither of these two, I choose her."

After saying that, Han Zhuo drank the wine in the glass, stood up and patted Geng Hang on the shoulder, "Let's go."

Geng Hang looked at Han Zhuo's leaving figure, "Are you leaving now?"

……

Arriving downstairs at the hotel where Fangran lived, Han Zhuo stayed downstairs for a long time.

The drunkenness has not dissipated yet, and his eyes are a little blurry.

Sitting on the sofa in the lobby, Han Zhuo took out his mobile phone, hesitated for a while, and finally called Fangran.

Fangran was just about to go to sleep when she saw Han Zhuo calling her. She pursed her lips and picked up.

"You're calling me so late. Are you still angry?"

Fangran still remembers Han Zhuo's expression when he left.

On the other end of the phone, Han Zhuo heard her voice and suddenly lost his confidence.

But under the influence of alcohol, he soon felt it was nothing, "I'm downstairs."

Fangran was slightly startled, "Are you downstairs in the hotel?"

Han Zhuo said "Yeah", his voice was a little waxy.

Fangran heard something different in his voice, "Have you been drinking?"

Han Zhuo: "Drink."

Hearing that he had been drinking, Fangran was a little worried and immediately found a coat. As he walked, he said, "Wait downstairs, I'll be there soon."