From Body to Love - Chapter 64

“These are all things I bought, wallpaper and clothes. Meng Fu, I bought clothes for you.” She took Meng Fu’s hand and handed the bag to Meng Fu.

It happened to be the injured hand. His wrist could not bear any heavy things. He frowned and quietly changed to the intact hand.

Xie Zhenzhen walked forward blindly, looking very happy.

Meng Fu followed him until he entered the house and put down his things. He asked, “Zhenzhen, where did you get the money to buy these things?”

After a pause, Xie Zhenzhen replied as if nothing had happened, “Meng Fu, I still have money in my card. Don’t worry, these money is not stolen or robbed.”

She borrowed it from a best friend. In fact, her bank card has long been frozen. She can’t just stay in the house and wait for Meng Fu to come back. She can’t stand even half a day. She wants Meng Fu to accompany her instead of going out to work for money.

She took out a beige sweater from the bag and held it up to Meng Fu. “Meng Fu, I bought it for you. Do you like it?”

He took the sweater and measured it in front of Meng Fu.

Meng Fu stood still.

“Meng Fu, try it.”

Meng Fu reached out and took down his sweater. “Really, go back.” He knew that according to Xie Zhenzhen’s character, the things he bought must be very expensive.

He can’t afford these luxury things and doesn’t want to use them.

“Why?” Xie Zhen was really puzzled.

He folded the sweater and stuffed it back into the bag.

Stretched out his finger and gently pulled Meng Fu’s sweater, “Meng Fu, why? The sweater on you is obviously big. Why don’t you wear the sweater I bought for you? ”

The gray sweater was worn over him, which made his body thinner and thinner.

Because this is not his clothes, but Guze’s. after he was discharged from the hospital, he directly lived in Guze’s house. What he ate and wore was Guze’s. Guze also took this sweater for him.

When Xie Zhenzhen said this, he felt that his whole body seemed to be surrounded by the smell of Guze, which made him faint afraid.

Xie Zhenzhen took out the sweater again and insisted that Meng Fu put it on.

Meng Fu finally agreed and took off the gray sweater. When he took off, the clothes inside were taken up, revealing a large piece of white skin around his waist.

Just for a moment.

“Meng Fu…”

He looked at her suspiciously. The brand-new Beige sweater was still in his hand. He didn’t have time to wear it. “What’s the matter?”

Xie Zhenzhen stretched out a hand and pulled up Meng Fu’s clothes with his fingers.

There was an obvious and abrupt red on the skin.

Xie Zhenzhen’s fingers gently touched the red mark and frowned slightly, “what’s the matter here?”

Suddenly thought of something, Meng Fu’s ears were flushed for a moment, and a tide of embarrassment and shame surged up, which was left by Gu Ze the night before he left. Gu Ze licked his skin vigorously and chewed it occasionally. He bit his teeth and endured silently. When he couldn’t stand it, he begged for mercy and said again and again, “Mr. Gu, I’m wrong. Sorry. ” Such words.

Although these words are of no use in Guze’s ears.

Guze will only torture him and torture him in the way of torturing himself.

However, he did not expect that this trace had not completely subsided after three days, or he did not notice that this trace was still left on his body.

“Meng Fu…”

Meng Fu quickly pulled his clothes and covered them. He changed his Beige sweater and pretended that nothing had happened. He said calmly, “nothing. I accidentally hit the corner of the table.”

“What a mistake.” Xie Zhenzhen dispelled his doubts, looked at Meng Fu’s sweater and exclaimed, “Meng Fu, you look good in this sweater. Like a warm prince. ”

Meng Fu smiled.

That smile is sincere. This moment is a rare warmth that can be felt in that long time.

Xie Zhenzhen buried his face in Meng Fu’s chest. “Meng Fu, don’t go out to work. Just stay here with me. I have money. We can live a stable life. Our children need you.”

Meng Fu didn’t say a word. His fingers gently clasped Xie Zhenzhen’s shoulder.

It’s a kind of helplessness, a kind of uneasiness, a kind of powerless resistance, and a kind of sadness that can’t escape the established fate. Xiaoyi is still there in Guze. He promised that Guze would stay there. He still has two lives to carry on his body.

Safe, these two words are too far away from him, too far

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On the first day, Guze asked, “Secretary Wang, have you got any news?”

“Sorry, Mr. Gu, there is no news yet.”

Guze hit the ashtray heavily on the ground, and the glass ashtray was broken.

The next day, Gu Ze frowned and asked, “haven’t you found it yet?”

“No.”

Gu zedeng fell his pen on Secretary Wang’s face, and the tip of the pen scratched Secretary Wang’s face with a bloodstain.

On the third day, before Guze asked, Secretary Wang consciously replied that he didn’t find it.

Guze stood up, strode to Secretary Wang, took Secretary Wang’s collar and asked fiercely, “where is he? Huh? Where? What do I want you to do? Why can’t I find him now! ”

“Mr. Gu. We’ll find it as soon as possible. ”

“I’ll give you two more days. If you can’t find it again, you can leave.” He coldly dropped this sentence and loosened Secretary Wang’s collar.

Secretary Wang, who has been with Guze for so many years, never thought that Guze would be so crazy and upset for Meng Fu. The whole person is like a grumpy beast.

But under this anger, he was obviously extremely afraid. He was afraid that Meng Fu would not come back like this. He was afraid of what had happened between Meng Fu and Xie Zhenzhen. At the thought that Meng Fu would kiss Xie Zhenzhen and go to bed with Xie Zhenzhen, he was uncontrollable anger. He had to remind himself again and again that Meng Fu should die. Guze, you should hate Meng Fu.

Secretary Wang was ordered to leave, and Guze sat back in his chair.

He opened the drawer. There were dozens of photo albums belonging to Meng Fu. Once, he looked at these photos to appreciate Meng Fu’s pain. Now, he uses these photos to express his thoughts.

In the photo, Meng Fu, a young man, looked up at the blue sky when he was blowing in the prison. His expression was light and gentle. His neck was slender and white. Obviously, in a dirty place like prison, he was like a holy white swan.

Year after year, the face of the person in the photo became more and more exquisite. Gu Ze pointed his finger on the slightly pale lips of the person in the photo. His mouth did not pass through his lips. It was not like the softness of a woman or the sweetness of a woman.

But it fascinated him.

It’s just that this lip is going to mouth now. Don’t other women.

Guze felt that someone threw a handful of broken glass towards his heart and rubbed out gurgling blood.

He threw the album to the ground, stepped on it with his feet, turned his back, and smoked a cigarette against the French window. When the cigarette burned out and ran out in the new ashtray, he squatted down again, picked up the album, wiped the stains on it with his sleeves, and the white cuffs slipped across the face in the photo.

That year, at the age of 18, Meng Fu should be the best age in his life and the age of going to college.

Later, he tore up his admission notice in front of him.

“Meng Fu, our hatred is not over yet.” How can you escape.