novelA Fucking Joke
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He Gu scooped water and splashed it over his face several times, the heat on the face went down and the brain followed with and became awake.
He finished setting his tie and looked at himself in the mirror with a blank expression, slowly revealing a mocking smile.
What are you afraid of, what is the worst result that you are not ready for it yet.
He Gu turned and left the bathroom.
Outside, a table is still alive with chatting and drinking. Feng Zheng has returned to his position. He was looking down at the mobile phone. When he saw He Gu coming out he looked up. His eyes were dark and bright, hiding the elusive emotions.
Song Ju Han also turned around and used a kind of evil eyes that seemed to be looking at the prey.
He Gu glance at him and sat back next to him.
Song Ju Han slightly turned around and said with a smile in his ear: "You fucking dare to lie to me."
He Gu didn't even twitch, he filled himself with a glass of wine and stood up, not humble and said: "Mr. Song, dear elders, I am not feeling very well today, if I stay here I will sweep everyone's happiness away, I want to go back to rest first. I am the most self-satisfied one. I am sorry." He Gu didn't wait for them to react and had drunk a full glass of red wine.
Feng Zheng said: "Don't drink too much if you are not feeling well."
There is a boss who agrees: "Yes, if you are not comfortable, you can go back."
Song He looked at He Gu and finished drinking the wine and then said plainly: "Then go back, your body should rest."
He Gu nodded and did not look at Feng Zheng or Song Ju Han, he turned and left.
There was a sudden slamming sound behind the back, accompanied by a few exclamations.
He Gu stopped and when he looked back, Song Ju Han crushed the glass in his hand and the red wine sprinkled.
Song He frowned: "Whats wrong?."
Song Ju Han smiled: "The glass is too thin." He took the towel and began to rub.
"Is there a hand injury? You have a concert next month."
"None." Song Ju Han smashed his hand and the red liquid was flowing across it and it was also unclear whether it was wine or blood.
He Gu heart tightened, he rubbed his lips then left.
When he got home by taxi, he took a shower and started to focus on work. When he was working in this kind of unrest, his efficiency was naturally high. Finally, he turned off the computer irritably.
Looking at the watch, its was more than nine o'clock, with Song Ju Han's character, it is estimated that he will definetly be coming to his home.
He sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked at the stars outside, suddenly feeling an unspeakable loneliness.
.... I don't know if there are any people in the world who are in emotional conflict like him. It seems that everything is there and there seems to be nothing but endless darkness. Of course, he never feels pity, no matter whether it is gains and losses, joy or sorrow, most of them are consequences of his own choice.
He just didn't know what happened tonight. He suddenly wanted to meet his mother and wondered if she really lived the life she wanted. On the one hand, he could confirm that she had a good life. On the other hand, he wanted to see if she was a person who was working hard, she taught him that a hard worker will be able to get what he want.
For so many years, he has always avoided bothering her. In the subconscious, he may be hiding from her. She is also hiding from herself. Maternal love is a very abstract word for him, so that he can't make details.
At this time, there was a footstep outside the corridor, the home was very quiet, the footsteps were clear and rushing and then the key was inserted into the keyhole and screwed.
When he stood up, he felt the blood rushing to his head, the temperature pouring out of the body like water and his eyes stared straight at the door.
The door was opened and Song Ju Han walked in with a sigh of suffocation and air so cold than winter winds and his right hand was still wrapped around with a few glaring white gauze.
The throat knot rolled up and down, his eyes flashed and his lips shook slightly.
Song Ju Han clenched his fists and watched He Gu like he had no choice but to force himself to calm down. Suddenly there was a slight soft heart. The muscles on his face were somewhat distorted. He resisted the sly anger and slowly took off his coat. He wanted to use this time to calm down even a little bit, but alcohol was burning his blood, his thoughts were in disarrayand there was something in his body that is clamoring for venting.
He Gu didn't talk, just stood and watch.
At the end of the day, Song Ju Han finally couldn't help but drop the thick cashmere long coat on the ground. The horn buckle hit the wooden floor and made a heavy sound. He bit his teeth and said coldly: "If you promised from now on you will cease all contact with Feng Zheng, I let this go today."
He Gu took a deep breath: "I am in the wrong because I lied to you, it is my fault, but you limited my normal communication, this is not appropriate."
"No t appropriate?" Song Ju Han's expression was a bit annoyed."Why does it have to be Feng. You said that you and Gu Qing Pei are just colleagues. I believe in you, what is Feng Zheng's relationship with you? Is he now with you. What is your attitude? Can you not see it when you are fucking with him!" In the end, Song Ju Han was already jealous and really angry.
He Gu felt his heart tremble, he sighed: "Whatever attitude he has on me, has nothing to do with me, Ju Han, I have said many times, I have nothing to do with him, I don't know why you don't believe that."
"Because it's him!" Song Ju Han rushed up a step and his big hand pulled up He Gu's collar and he slammed the man into the floor-to-ceiling window.
He Gu felt pain in his back, Song Ju Han's hold on his neck squeezed his breathing, his face instantly changed color: "Jun Han, you calm down..." A strong smell of wine wafted in his face.
Song Ju Han drank too much and his alcohol consumption has always been bad. When he is drinking more his temper will become very violent.
Song Ju Han used his beautiful but vicious eyes to stare at He Gu eyes: "The last time you were bumped by a car, I was too lazy to care about you again. I will repeat the words I said at the time. Me and Feng Zheng, you can only choose.... One!"
He Gu felt his head was splitting and there is something in the chest that is screaming and screaming, making him feel that his body was going to explode.
Why is Song Ju Han so idiotic, why should he...
Six years ago, he let go of Feng Zheng. Six years later, Feng Zheng was only asking for that said friend for nothing but to go drinking and chatting. Why would he also refuse? Does he want to block all his friends roads for Song Ju Han?
Looking at He Gu being silent, Song Ju was so angry that his brain was swollen and his eyes were red." Why is it so difficult to break from him?! Why!"
He Gu trembled: "You are not reasonable, let me explainbit to you."
"Let your mother's explain bullshit." Song Ju Han violently pulled over his body and pressed He Gu face and chest against the floor-to-ceiling windows.
He Gu still had a reaction in the future, he felt that the body breathing fear that he was afraid of a Song Ju Han who was drunk and angry."Ju Han, you are drunk, let me let go!"
"What can Feng Zheng give you? Is there anything he can give you and I can't?" Song Ju Han's action is thick with violence and merciless and his "punishment" is carried out wickedly.
He Gu felt pain and sweat came out, but at the moment of such humiliation and confusion, his brain sadly remembered the night of reunion with Feng Zheng, Feng Zheng actually said the same thing like Song Ju Han.
Is there anything he can give you and I can't?
These two people are really fucking alike in some aspects...
He Gu couldn't think quickly, he can't afford Song Ju Han's madness and the broken words escape from his mouth."Song... Ju Han, you fucking bastard..."
"Yes, I am a bastard. I was not a bastard the first day. You have been with me for a long time.... . well news flash you have been with a bastard. What are you then? You are not even as good as a bastard."
He Gu only felt the pain in his chest and there is something hot in his eyes that pulled down his cheeks.
Yes, he is not even as good as a bastard. Shit, all fucking is shit.
Song Ju Han pinched his chin with one hand and made him to look at the reflection on the glass window. He looked at what the two were doing. No, it should be said that Song Ju Han was doing something to him.
1].... . Definitely some fucking going on here
How did he smell the bloody on Song Ju Han's hand. His eyes were red. He had an illusion. Song Ju Han's hand was stained with his blood. When he dug his heart, it would be stained with blood.
Song Ju Han's cruel voice echoed in his ear: "For a Feng Zheng, you dare to lie to me. Going to the places I don't know, how much have you lied me?! And Zhuang Jie Yu's kiss. You enjoyed it and you felt that you can go to gay bars! Have you not been around me for so many years? After so many years, are you starting to get tired of me, are you starting to think about being without me?"
He Gu bite his lip and couldn't say a word again, his body hurt, but his heart hurt even more.
His heart, for many years, seems to be only beating for the man called Song Ju Han, for Song Ju Han, for Song Ju Han, sadly he was riddled with Song Ju Han, with every breath oozing outside.
How can this heart not die? Died one hundred times.
One hundred.
"You are such a slut, can others satisfy you? You are usually so serious, do you have a face to let others see you like this?"
Song Ju Han kept whispering in his mouth, his eyes were getting red, sweaty curls sticking to his cheeks, it added a few points to him with fierce embarrassment.
He Gu felt that he can't stand the sinking ridiculing. Finally, he couldn't tell what Song Ju Han was saying and he gradually lose consciousness.
When he woke up, he felt that his body was falling apart. There was no pain in one place. It was difficult to move a finger.
"He Gu, brother, you woke up."
There was a cool voice coming from the left ear, He Gu opened his eyes and saw Xiao Song's face.
Xiao Song sighed: "Brother, your will live really a long life. Last month, you had a concussion was just right then how did you have a fever now? You burned 40 degrees in the morning and scared me."
He Gu was still in a daze and his throat was burning and dry.
Xiao Song gave him a little water with a spoon: "Do you have a sore throat? Nothing, you don't have to talk, take a rest, Brother Han called a family doctor, I will accompany you here, oh, I called your assistant and put you on leave."
He Gu remembered what happened last night. He only thought that the cool water was flowing through the throat and it hurt like a knife stabs.
Song Ju Han...
He couldn't describe what it was like now and even the strength of hate and anger could not be produced. He felt that he was simply weak. It was like dumping everything and leaving his hometown to find a treasure he had been searching for many years. He finally found that the treasure did not exist at all.
Thats fucked up!!!
He thought that for so many years, even if Song Ju Han didn't like him, at least some companionship was a plus but Song Ju Han only ended up shaming--insulting him.
What did he lived in for the past six years? It's a complete joke.
A fucking joke.
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