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Yang Fan felt burned in his heart.
He was stunned, looked at Jiang Yue's dark gaze, and hurriedly lowered his head to pick up the rice.
Seeing him like this, Jiang Yue raised his chin and chuckled, "Don't choke, no one will compete with you."
Yang Fan heard his laughter and felt that he was making fun of him. He couldn't help but clenched his chopsticks and his ears turned red.
Jiang Yue turned back and sat quietly on the sofa smoking.
After a while, he turned his back to Yang Fan and said in a low voice, "You want to get married, right?"
Yang Fan was stunned for a moment, and his chewing movements couldn't help but slow down. Looking at his back, his breathing also slowed down, "Why do you ask that?"
Jiang Yue didn't answer but asked, "Have you two reached the stage of discussing marriage?"
Yang Fan's heart froze and his face darkened, "Are you looking through my chat history?"
Jiang Yue ignored his words and said to himself, "Because my father kicked you out of the capital, it disturbed the good things between you two. Otherwise, you should have been engaged by now, and now the woman will come to you from the capital. I don’t need any betrothal gifts, I am willing to live with you..."
Jiang Yue took a puff of cigarette, with a teasing curve on his lips, "I rarely see a girl who is so desperate to give her love to a man for nothing. She must like you very much."
Yang Fan looked at him, "What do you want to say?"
Jiang Yue lowered his eyes and flicked the cigarette ashes, his voice hoarse, "Didn't you two only hold hands when we met? Even if she fell in love with you at first sight, there is no girl in the world who can be so naive and risk her own life for a poor boy whom she has only met once, right?"
Yang Fan dug into the lunch box with his fingers and frowned slightly, "Jiang Yue, what exactly do you want to say?"
Jiang Yue opened his eyelids and looked at him, "How long have you two known each other?"
"What does this have to do with you?"
Jiang Yue laughed dumbly, "It's none of my business?"
Yang Fan was so jealous that he couldn't help but lower his head.
Jiang Yue looked at him and spoke coolly.
"You have been with me these four years. When did you get a girlfriend?"
"Or am I the fucking third party?!"
Yang Fan was pulled over by Jiang Yue, and the food in his hand spilled unexpectedly.
It was everywhere on him, on the sofa, and on Jiang Yue.
Yang Fan's pupils shrank, "Why did you suddenly go crazy?"
"Am I crazy?" Jiang Yue grabbed his chin, "I didn't know until today that I had a cuckold on my head and was coaxed by you for four years!"
Yang Fan's face suddenly turned pale.
When Jiang Yue saw that he didn't speak, he couldn't help but use his fingers harder, "What's the psychology behind fucking that girl after you've been fucked by me? It's disgusting, but I still feel good on both sides?"
When Yang Fan heard the harsh words, his face turned red and white. He raised his eyes in humiliation, "Jiang Yue, what qualifications do you have to criticize me? I used to live a normal life, but you turned me into this! Even if it's disgusting, it's still You caused all this!"
"Without you, I would be living and working in the capital now, marrying a wife and having children. I wouldn't have to hide here and there every day, and I could live an upright and dignified life!"
Jiang Yue laughed angrily, "So sleeping with women allows you to regain your dignity as a man?"
Yang Fan stared back at him, "At least it's better than being pinned down by you!"
Jiang Yue froze, "So you always hate doing it with me..."
"Yes, it's very annoying. If you weren't so powerful and I was oppressed by you, I wouldn't want to have anything to do with you at all."
Jiang Yue's breathing was uncomfortable, and the smoke slipped from his fingertips, burned his legs, and fell to the ground.
Jiang Yue, however, remained motionless. It turned out that even though he had been submissive to him on the surface for four years, he still rejected him in his heart.
Yang Fan looked at the red spot on his leg that was burned by the cigarette, pursed his lips, and suppressed his desire to see if he was burned.
He said expressionlessly, "Jiang Yue, why do you want to read my chat history? If you don't read it, I can still coexist peacefully with you. Now that you tear off this fig leaf, we have nothing to say. The fact is that you see Now that I’ve reached this point, I don’t want to keep pretending.”
Jiang Yue couldn't believe it, "You want to break off the relationship with me because of her?"
Yang Fan said indifferently, "Yes."
Jiang Yue was stung and his chest heaved, "Don't you have any fucking feelings for me?"
Yang Fan didn't answer his question and looked at him mockingly, "Can you tolerate me sleeping with another woman and sleeping with you again? Don't you find it disgusting?"
Jiang Yue was speechless. To be honest, he couldn't accept it. When he thought of Yang Fan sleeping with other women, he felt an uncontrollable terrible emotion in his heart.
"If you can't accept it, leave my house and stop contacting me."
After Yang Fan finished speaking word by word, he saw Jiang Yue's eyes gradually turning red.
If it was not a crime of murder, he felt that Jiang Yue had the urge to kill him.
Jiang Yue took a deep breath, "Yang Fan, you are so talented!"
After saying that, he threw Yang Fan away, got up and left.
Yang Fan heard the door of his house being slammed hard, as if it was hitting his heart. His shoulders trembled, and his whole body suddenly lost all strength and collapsed on the sofa.
He looked at his messy body, the food on the coffee table, and Jiang Yue's unfinished half of a cigarette, and lowered his head silently.
After a long time, there was a patter of rain on the window. Yang Fan turned his head. It was raining. He seemed to be wearing only a thin T-shirt and his pants were still half-length.
It was a cold spring at the end of March, and it was freezing outside. Would he catch a cold if he went out in the rain like this?
Yang Fan grabbed his cell phone and wanted to call him, but suddenly realized that he shouldn't do this.
Now that it's been made clear, everything ends here.
Everything about him has nothing to do with him.
Yang Fan put down his cell phone and looked at the cold food on the coffee table. He picked it up and put it into his mouth bit by bit.
He didn't notice the cold food entering his mouth at all, and swallowed it mechanically.
I don't know if he ate too quickly, but he choked on his chest and couldn't swallow, so he vomited it all out.
Yang Fan looked at his embarrassed body and suddenly smiled with red eyes. He covered his eyes and laughed for a long time. Finally, he touched his eyes, cleared the sofa and coffee table, got up, went to the bedroom and fell on the bed.
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Jiang Yue walked out of the dilapidated old-fashioned community in the rain. The raindrops hit his cold and numb face. It was as if he couldn't feel it at all. There was no emotion on his indifferent face.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the chill that invaded his body made him finally calm down.
He stood on the street, watching the cars coming and going, and suddenly didn't know where to go.
I came to Lancheng to see Yang Fan.
As a result, Yang Fan's secret was discovered, and it turned out that he was a complete fool.
That self-righteous third party.
Well, pretty good.
Jiang Yue raised his head expressionlessly, looking at the dim street lights in the night. The rain hit his eyes, and drops of water fell down his face.
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