The contract is not yet complete

Han Zhen didn't see Zhou Yi when he went out.

He knew that he had to give that person some personal space now, but Han Zhen didn't know if the fox would have taken the opportunity to hide away when he gave Zhou Yi space.

What happened today made Zhou Yi very sad, and it also made Han Zhen confused. He forgot his script and arrangements, and now his mind was full of the expression on Zhou Yi's face when he faced Zhao Xuexue. He stood in the air and took a deep breath. in one breath.

Still decided to find Zhou Yi first.

He found the man in the smoking passage outside the building.

Han Zhen approached slowly, and Zhou Yi ignored the stains on his body and stood in the wind with his pockets in his pocket. He seemed to be thinking about something, and when he noticed the sight behind him, Zhou Yi turned his head to look at himself, and then looked away.

"Go back?"

"Wait for me to smoke a cigarette."

Han Zhen frowned, only to hear a light click from the lighter beside him, and Zhou Yi touched another pack of cigarettes out of nowhere. It turned out that the sentence was not an interrogative sentence at all, but a descriptive sentence. This person promised He wanted to quit smoking, but now he smoked another one in front of his face.

The wind in the smoking aisle is a bit strong, and it makes people's eyes hard to open. Zhou Yi slightly sideways avoids the strong wind with a cigarette in his mouth. When looking around, the eyes were indifferent and alienated, but with an inexplicable sense of beauty.

"..."

Zhou Yi opened his mouth, and the tip of his tongue touched the cigarette butt across the top of his lips. The corners of his mouth seemed to move, but he didn't make a sound.

"...OK, let's go back."

After taking a deep breath of a cigarette, the other party made this decision. When passing by Han Zhen, Zhou Yi lit some cigarette ash on top of the trash can in front of him. It took Han Zhen a long time to realize that Zhou Yi had actually whispered when he was passing by He said a word, the unspoken words were——

"Excuse me."

Han Zhen's heart suddenly tightened, as if a knife had fallen directly into his heart. He reached out and grabbed Zhou Yi. The man in front of him was not in a hurry. Han Zhen wanted to hug Zhou Yi directly in his arms, but But he hesitated at the last second, he took Zhou Yi's arm, and his tone was not so indifferent for the first time.

"Excuse me what?"

"Just... what happened today," Zhou Yi stared at the front, but his eyes did not fall on himself. His thin lips were extremely pale and had long lost their original rosiness. The corners of his mouth were raised with difficulty. The tone of voice finished the rest.

"Aren't we going to act? You even said about your marriage today. Zhao Xuexue's temperament will be rumored all over the street tomorrow." Zhou Yi took a deep breath, pretending to be indifferent, "You will be busy then, you have to Solve Zhou Li first and then..."

"I didn't do these things specifically to see you offended. Zhou Li and those people have nothing to do with me, but you," Han Zhen pressed his palm, "look at me, Zhou Yi, I want you to look at me now."

The person in front of him turned his gaze.

Han Zhen stared at Zhou Yi without saying a word.

At the moment when he looked into Zhou Yi's eyes, Han Zhen's remaining words stuck in his throat, and all the questioning and guessing turned into distress. Han Zhen could only feel Zhou Yi's slender arm under his palm, which was scary. For the first time, Han Zhen realized that Zhou Yi was fragile, so weak that he only needed to use a little force.

The person in front of him will be hurt.

"There is nothing to be embarrassed about." He felt that his words at this time were as thin as a barren wasteland, and Han Zhen could only think of one sentence, "There is nothing to be embarrassed about between us."

But Zhou Yi lowered his head, and the man pressed the back of his right hand against his lips, unwilling to look directly at him. Han Zhen couldn't see Zhou Yi's eyes, but only saw soot falling from the man's fingers On Tuesday, Shaoxiang's high head, which was always held high, finally lowered down.

"I……"

"I."

Zhou Yi's throat choked up twice. Han Zhen didn't know whether he should let go of his hand or continue to crave this touch. He moved closer, lowered his head, and tried to meet Zhou Yi's eyes. It took him a long time to hear the other party struggling to say a word .

"If you don't come back, if..."

Zhou Yi spoke with difficulty, but there were no tears in his eyes. The man's eyes were filled with nothing but staring at the ground, "...if..."

Both Zhou and Zhao are actually very realistic.

If the marriage contract is gone, then make another one, and if the engagement partner disappears, then find another one. If Zhou Yi didn't know the news of Han Zhen's return, if he didn't go to Han Zhen to discuss the contract that day, if Han Zhen didn't talk about the contract on the day of the meeting, Zhen did not come forward to support him as promised.

So today's Zhou Yi will only have a worse life than Zhao Xuexue.

Han Zhen could feel the embarrassment and embarrassment of the person in front of him. Most of the cigarette in Zhou Yi's hand was burned out, and the blue smoke was lingering. Seeing that the time for a cigarette was coming soon, Zhou Yi stepped on this timeline, and finally At the last moment when the cigarette burned out.

"...Our family can let me get married once, and I can get married for the second time. I just... I just thought about it. Instead of meeting another unreliable one, I might as well find you, a reliable one." My friend, I'm sorry..."

Zhou Yi extinguished the cigarette by the trash can.

"...I made a contract with you back then, and pulled you into this kind of thing."

This was the first time Zhou Yi heard the word "contract" after the reunion. What the other party said was not to get the Zhou family, but the marriage contract.

Zhou Yi is sorry.

He was sorry for letting Han Zhen marry him.

What's more, he was sorry for letting Han Zhen see the feathers.

Han Zhen's heart was hit so hard that he forgot how to beat.

"Don't pity me, Han Zhen, I don't want you to pity me."

Zhou Yi lowered his head, even though there was a very short distance between the two of them, there was actually a whole ten years between them. The gap drawn by ten years was fully revealed at this moment. Not even a chance to hug.

It is a ridiculous contract that maintains the distance between them.

One end of the contract is Zhou Yi's pride, and the other end is Han Zhen's dignity.

But who doesn't have his own dignity?

From the day when they reunited for the first time after ten years of separation, Zhou Yi maintained his dignity in front of Han Zhen, struggling to maintain his dignity, even though his life had been messed up, his family and work were in a mess, even though Zhou Yi's childhood Decentness has long been difficult to maintain.

But Zhou Yi always stood straight in front of Han Zhen.

Just like when we first met ten years ago.

He is cunning and cunning, he behaves gracefully, he is generous in advancing and retreating, he is the very clever young man called Tuesday, Han Zhen's friend ten years ago, and the second son of the Zhou Group, not what he looks like now.

In ten years, Han Zhen has transformed from that down-and-out boy back then into a prince returning on a white horse.

But Zhou Yi didn't.

When Dragon City's Tue Shao was three-pointed and four-pointed with anger and calculated that there was still some old love left, he picked up a little bit to go to Jincheng's Han Dashao, not because he knew that this match could be counted. To Han Zhen.

It's because these things are really Zhou Yi's only cards.

The wind in the smoking aisle was so strong that it emptied all the words in Han Zhen's mind. In the world, he always forgot his words only when facing Zhou Yi.

Sometimes he very much hopes that he can say something, that his tongue can burst into a lotus flower or something, whether it is ten years ago or now, he hopes that he has already opened his mouth at that time.

"When I left ten years ago, I promised you that I would come back and bring you delicious food and spicy food."

Han Zhen only remembered this sentence.

Zhou Yi smiled.

Han Zhen did it, but he didn't.

Zhou Yi whispered, "I don't remember, I don't remember long ago."

Han Zhen raised his head and took a deep breath, but this time this person didn't let the matter pass by like before. He pulled forward suddenly, staggered a few steps less on Tuesday, and the previous distance disappeared instantly. Yi bumped into a warm embrace.

Han Zhen was tall and strong, and Zhou Yi was almost out of breath. Han Zhen bent down slightly and put his arms around him.

"It's time to cry."

Zhou Yi forgot how to move his hands at that moment.

But in these ten years, Zhou Yi has already forgotten how to cry.

Han Zhen's arms were amazing. He hugged the man in his arms so hard that he could feel the trembling of Zhou Yi's muscles under his arms, and he could feel Zhou Yi's body rising and falling due to breathing in his chest. Han Zhen lowered his arms. He turned his head and buried his face in Zhou Yi's neck.

"I really can't speak on this occasion." Han Zhen's voice was muffled.

"..."

"But are you crying?" Han Zhen asked.

"Cry ass! I'm about to be crushed by you!"

It took a long time before Zhou Yi forced out a word from his chest. The other party's voice was still sullen, but more stubborn. Han Zhen hugged the other party tightly, and Zhou Yi's cheek was pressed against the other party's chest, even able to I felt the rumbling sound of air passing through my lungs just now.

Han Zhen gritted his teeth, not knowing how to speak, and said after a long time.

"If you don't want to cry but want to vent, you can bite me."

As soon as the words fell, there was a pain in his shoulders. Zhou Yi poked his head out and slammed down like a little fox. Han Zhen straightened his muscles, so that the damage could be minimized. Zhou Yi's exhalation sprayed on himself neck.

Han Zhen made a lot of guesses, had many expectations of repeating Zhou Yishi, he even had a script to complete this farce, but he never imagined that this person was in his arms at this moment, clenching himself tightly.

Like a vicious fox.

Han Zhen bent down slightly to make Zhou Yi more comfortable. The other party put his arms around his neck, but he still didn't let go.

"I am back."

"..."

"it's already over."

Less sniffles on Tuesday.

"I'll give you what you want."

After Han Zhen said this, Zhou Yi fell silent. He put his arms around the other's back. Zhou Yi was so thin that he felt like he had caught a little fox that was wandering outside. Now this furry The fox showed its fangs in its arms, and its little claws clung tightly to its back.

The fox was unwilling to let go, and so was Han Zhen.