He Rijun coming again

Chapter 46

Luo Zhiwen's face froze, he couldn't connect the cute emoji with Feng Qingzhu.

He began to regret downloading the emoticon pack for Brother Feng.

Even if you download, you shouldn't download these.

Luo Zhiwen thought of the emoticons commonly used by his elders, and felt that those were more suitable for Brother Feng, who carried the memories of his previous life.

Feng Qingzhu stared at the screen anxiously, seeing that Luo Zhiwen looked at the phone but didn't reply, so he quickly poked the screen again.

So he quickly received a second apology expression: [I was wrong].

The same kitten was kneeling on the washboard, clasped its hands together, and kept saying sorry.

Luo Zhiwen was angry again, seeing this picture, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

He turned his head, and the well-dressed Feng Qingzhu pushed the cart expressionlessly, and locked his eyes tightly on him.

In all fairness, Feng Qingzhu's aura and appearance are too conspicuous.

Sure enough, soon a little girl came to ask for contact information.

Feng Qingzhu lowered his eyes, pointed at himself, then pointed at Luo Zhiwen, said something, and the person who asked for the phone number left disappointed.

"What did you say?" Luo Zhiwen couldn't hold back his curiosity, and walked back holding the phone.

Feng Qingzhu said calmly: "I said I'm married."

He froze for a moment and sighed helplessly.

One hit kills him, his indifference is exactly the same as Brother Feng who didn't recognize him before.

Luo Zhiwen lay on the shopping cart thinking about life, looked up at Feng Qingzhu's cold profile, and felt a little complacent.

No matter how indifferent, this was also his boyfriend from his previous life.

"Brother Feng."

Feng Qingzhu pushed the shopping cart and said "hmm".

"How did we know each other in our previous life?" He only had fragments of memories in his mind, and he didn't know the ins and outs of the whole relationship. "Do you still remember? Tell me."

Feng Qingzhu's expression froze for a moment.

Luo Zhiwen embraced Feng Qingzhu's arm: "Which one of us will move first?"

He asked casually, but in fact it was mostly a joke. Who knows, Feng Qingzhu thought about it seriously. He kept thinking about paying the bill, and when the two returned to the car, Feng Qingzhu hadn't spoken yet.

Luo Zhiwen had already forgotten the question he had asked, took a plate of chocolate and ate it, and stuffed a piece into Feng Qingzhu's mouth: "Sweets can make you feel better."

"……what?"

"Your face." Luo Zhiwen sighed, "Although from a certain point of view, it was quite a relief, but..."

But he still looked a little distressed.

I'm even more afraid that Brother Feng has a grudge.

Feng Qingzhu took Luo Zhiwen's hand, ate the chocolate into his mouth, and said, "It's me."

Luo Zhiwen: "?"

Feng Qingzhu said it again seriously: "It was my heart that moved first."

Luo Zhiwen: "..."

Seeing that Feng Qingzhu was about to start recalling the past, he quickly covered the man's mouth: "Wait, wait, let's talk when we go home."

Luo Zhiwen's heart was pounding, knowing that he was going to reveal a long-sealed secret, his palms were sweating unknowingly.

What kind of encounter will it be?

Luo Zhiwen was a little dazed.

He knew that era more or less, and knew that no sweet love story could be bred in the raging flames of war. Moreover, in the only memory he had, he and Feng Qingzhu were separated. One can imagine how much the past experience was bitter.

Ke Luozhiwen knew that it was a real past, even if he drank Mengpo soup, he should remember it now.

Feng Qingzhu took Luo Zhiwen back home, and the two came to the living room with a tacit understanding, neither of them spoke first.

Feng Qingzhu took off his suit jacket, and he took a bottle of red wine that was put in the wine cabinet when they got married, and each poured a glass.

"You were still young at that time." Feng Qingzhu spoke the first sentence very slowly, as if smiling, his voice was a bit hoarse.

"...It's not particularly small, but compared to me, it's small."

Luo Zhiwen held the goblet and muttered softly, "I'm younger than you now."

Feng Qingzhu didn't take it seriously.

"You were dragged into the alley..."

"Wait." As soon as the story started, Luo Zhiwen interrupted Feng Qingzhu's words in horror, "It won't be so old-fashioned, right? You saved me who was bullied?"

Feng Qingzhu shook the goblet in his hand and nodded his chin.

He let out a short gasp: "Okay, you continue."

Feng Qingzhu didn't think it was an old-fashioned plot.

He remembered that when he met Awen, the sky was drizzling with drizzle, and the horse under his crotch was snorting uncomfortably. If he hadn't just glanced at him casually, he would have missed Awen for the rest of his life.

Ah Wen, who was wearing a blue coat, was pressed against the wall, his pants were almost torn off, but his eyes were fixed on the man who bullied him, like a desperate wolf.

Feng Qingzhu immediately took out his gun.

--boom.

That shot, Feng Qingzhu was afraid of hurting Ah Wen, so he didn't aim at the man on him, just flew a stone.

But enough.

From then on, he and Chen Beidou forged a grudge, and did not regret it until the lamp was extinguished.

"Brother Feng, Brother Feng?"

Feng Qingzhu's thoughts came back, and seeing Luo Zhiwen approached him, he looked over worriedly, a little dazed: "What's wrong?"

"You suddenly stopped talking in the middle of your speech." He pressed his palm against Feng Qingzhu's cheek, and touched the slightly stinging stubble, "If you don't want to say it, then don't say it, maybe... maybe I can think about it myself stand up."

It's definitely possible, Feng Qingzhu thought, no matter how broken the memories are, there will be a day when they will be completed.

But he didn't want Luo Zhiwen to think of the darkest past.

"Where did I just say that?"

Luo Zhiwen recalled for him: "Speaking of your hero saving the beauty, you sent me home."

That's right, Feng Qingzhu looked at Luo Zhiwen with a helpless face, preferring that he listen to the past as a boring story.

Feng Qingzhu said: "Well, I sent you home... There just happened to be no one in your house."