non-contractual relationship

Chapter 27

There were loud noises in the living room.

Ankang slowly opened his eyes. Most of the fatigue and soreness on his body had disappeared, but his throat was so swollen that he had difficulty swallowing.There was a glass on the head of the bed, which was still warm to the touch.

The door of the bedroom was slightly closed, and Zheng Fei and exaggerated smiles popped in through the crack of the door from time to time. Ankang leaned against the bedside to take a look, then silently picked up the cup by the bedside, and took a sip of water.After thinking about it, he put on the clothes on his body, brushed his hair twice, and went out with the cup.

Zheng Feihe was sitting in the living room laughing and leaning back, Ankang held the cup and looked back. It was a scene where the male and female protagonists confronted each other in the rain, and it was a little unclear.

Zheng Feihe noticed it when Ankang opened the door: he couldn't think of a good way to pull Ankang to watch idol dramas, so he simply acted a little exaggeratedly.

Ankang fell asleep, his mind became clearer, and he felt upset when he thought of what happened last night.He really couldn't figure out why he was able to sleep with Zheng Feihe again.What happened before could be explained by being 'drunk', but today he was clearly sober, but when Zheng Fei and Zheng Fei got into a fight, he was speechless.

Thinking about it, Ankang, who was sitting on the other side of the sofa with his head down, clenched his water glass tightly.

Zheng Feihe, who used to be a little nervous in the past, got the doctor's order today, so he paid more attention to Ankang. Seeing him sitting there alone, not looking up to watch the excitement, not communicating with him, he felt a little taste, and hurried over. , want to pull Ankang.

Ankang stood up suddenly, Zheng Feihe's hand was empty.

"Didn't you say you have something to talk to me?"

"Let's talk."

The two said this sentence almost at the same time.

Zheng Feihe smiled, and Ankang breathed a sigh of relief.

Zheng Feihe leaned on the sofa and pulled Ankang down.

Ankang was startled when he lay down, touched the glass, but luckily it was tightened when he came out just now.

Zheng Feihe leaned carelessly on the sofa, and chatted with the idol dramas in the theater at noon: "When I'm stressed out, I like to watch idol dramas to make complaints about, especially to relieve stress, do you want to try it too? "

Ankang was stunned for a while, and then he listened to Zheng Feihe's promotion of "what kind of idol dramas are more decompressive" and "how to use idol dramas to decompress perfectly", before he realized it. At that time, I interjected: "This is what you want to talk to me?"

Taking the water glass in his hand, Zheng Feihe sat up straight: "Why not?" After speaking, he raised his head and took a big gulp.

Ankang: "...I thought it was something else, something more important."

"This matter is also very important." The serious Zheng Feihe adhered to the attitude of following the doctor's orders, very serious.

Ankang closed his eyes: "This is what you wanted to talk to me about yesterday?"

Zheng Fei and Zheng Fei, who had prepared a formal confession and confirmed their relationship yesterday, seemed to have their mouths sewn shut, and made a note of Biaozi in his heart. After a while, he continued: "Well...not...at all."

"Then you now..." Ankang asked, wanting to know what this man had prepared yesterday.

Zheng Feihe, who had his plan disrupted, hadn't figured out what to do next. Hearing this, he immediately diverted Ankang's attention, pointed at the TV and said, "Look, isn't this a fun show? You idiot Ha ha ha ha."

Ankang glanced at Zheng Feihe, feeling a little discouraged: this man's brain is not on the right track.He planned to open the mouth by himself, to explain the matter clearly, and he couldn't drag it down in such an unclear manner, he was sorry for others, but also for himself: "That...what I want to say is not..."

Zheng Feihe, who realized that Ankang was not too interested in idol dramas, interrupted Ankang again: "If you don't like watching TV, how about movies? Let's go to the movies! I have been in a few movies recently, and they are said to be good. The audio-visual equipment at home is different from that in a movie theater..." As he spoke, he turned off the TV switch and walked into the bedroom with his slippers on.

Ankang, who stayed in the living room, looked at the water glass that Zheng Feihe had just placed on the coffee table—the water was already empty, but no one came to refill it.

When Zheng Feihe came out again, he had already changed his clothes, and shouted at Ankang with his mobile phone: "Which movie do you want to watch? Or just this one, it's not as laborious as romance movies. The time is just the latest one." There is still time to drive there..." After finishing speaking, before Ankang could reply, he booked all the tickets.

Ankang remained silent.

Zheng Feihe, who turned his head to look for the keys, leaned over and asked, "Let's go?"

Ankang, who hadn't been able to say a word from the beginning to the end, watched Zheng Fei and him rummaging around, and reminded: "The key is on the cabinet in the entrance."

Zheng Feihe, who strode over, saw the key at a glance, stood in the entrance and began to change his shoes: "Ankang, let's go."

Ankang got up from the sofa, and took a step towards the entrance with some difficulty.

Zheng Feihe ran back like a gust of wind like he was on a hot wheel: "Oh, yes, I forgot. You haven't changed your clothes yet? Are you hungry? Let's eat something when we get there, or bring it in You can also eat."

Ankang was pushed into the master bedroom.His bag of luggage was also there, but Zheng Feihe still stuffed him with a new set of clothes and pushed him to change them: "Hurry up and change. If you don't mind, I can change it for you!" tone It is full of eagerness to try.

Ankang seemed to be awakened, and took the clothes.

When changing clothes in front of the mirror, Ankang felt that the person standing inside was very strange, at least not the him a month ago.

Zheng Feihe outside the door was chattering about "taking medicine" again.

Ankang just stood quietly in front of the mirror, listening to the voice outside the door, and slapped himself by accident.His face turned red quickly, but Ankang didn't feel much pain.

The slap was not strong, and Ankang's face just turned red after he went out. Zheng Feihe, who opened the door and wanted to leave, saw it, and touched Ankang while he was changing his shoes: "Did you hit there? Does it hurt?"

Ankang continued to change his shoes without raising his head: "A little injury, nothing to worry about."

Zheng Feihe didn't care too much, and added when he walked into the elevator: "We can ask for an extra bottle of iced Coke later, and if it's still popular, we can use it to cool our faces while watching a movie."

Ankang didn't respond.To be precise, Ankang's mood was not too high since Zheng Feihe tried his best to chatter.

Zheng Feihe felt that Ankang was sick and uncomfortable, so he didn't want to talk too much, and it was necessary to say a few more words to support the scene.This time, he didn't stop all the way, just like Tang Monk chanting scriptures.

Ankang would only echo a few sentences when necessary, and with only these two sentences, Zheng Feihe could chatter for more than ten minutes.

Soon, the cinema will arrive.When getting out of the car, Ankang heard the sound of the car door being slammed shut from behind. Looking back, it was indeed Biaozi and his party.

Ankang turned his head away.

After getting off the elevator, Zheng Feihe naturally led him by the hand as he shuttled through various ticket machines and entertainment equipment.

Ankang didn't struggle, and if he struggled, it was in vain.

When he saw a promotional sign for a movie, Zheng Feihe let go of his hand and signaled that he was going to collect the tickets.

Ankang acquiesced, stood where he was, looked at the words on the stand, and read them carefully.He doesn't often come to the cinema to watch movies.In junior high school, he came here a few times by taking advantage of the opportunity of public welfare movies. In high school, before his mother had an accident, he came here once or twice with his classmates.

In a blink of an eye, he had nothing left.

Zheng Feihe came back with a handful of tickets in his hand, patted Ankang on the shoulder, and walked towards Biaozi and others behind him. When he came back again, Zheng Feihe only had two tickets left in his hand.

Ankang heard Zheng Feihe say: "Let's go. Let's go to check the tickets first, and Biaozi and the others will bring some snacks in. We are all in the same hall."

Ankang, who had no appetite, nodded, and was led by Zheng Feihe to the ticket gate.

The ticket inspector looked at them a few more times, Zheng Feihe stared at the ticket inspector for a while with a smile, and raised the hand he was holding with Ankang, asking: "Have you seen enough?"

The little brother was stunned for two seconds, then stabilized: "... I wish you a pleasant movie watching. Turn left 1 meters ahead in VIP Hall 20."

"Rare is more strange." Zheng Feihe pulled Ankang away.

Some time ago, I felt that Zheng Feihe's personality is really good, at least the idea that people are not alone, has been turned around in two days and so on.Under Zheng Feihe's desire for control and expression, Ankang felt that he was more like a counterfeit vase - the original one, the owner couldn't get it, so he used a low-quality vase to fiddle with.However, whether the inferior ones are purchased with money, or coincidental and willing, the owner still holds the vase for only one purpose, that is, for decoration, so naturally there is no need to consider the feeling of the vase.

Although some vases may grow their own legs and stay with the owner, unwilling to go.

Ankang smiled bitterly.

"Ankang?" Zheng Feihe bumped Ankang with his elbow, and handed over a pair of 3D glasses: "Put them on, the lights are off, the movie is about to start."

Ankang sighed, took it over and put it on, feeling that he was truly unworthy.

In the darkness, Zheng Feihe didn't see Ankang's smile.It was Ankang's sighing movement, he noticed it, and asked closer, "What's the matter? Is the seat uncomfortable? Biaozi and his seats are in the back row, we can change."

Wearing glasses, Ankang looked at Zheng Feihe who was leaning over to ask, and shook his head, only to realize that this person might not be able to see clearly, and replied, "It's nothing, it's pretty good. Let's watch a movie."

The dragon mark has been marked on the screen, and the opening title has started.Only then did Ankang find out that this was a foreign language film, and it had something to do with a manuscript he received before his father was admitted to the hospital, so he couldn't help cheering up.He wanted to search for relevant information before, because the film hadn't been released yet, and the copyright protection of this film was in place, so he couldn't find it.

Only half of the manuscript has been turned over, and there is still half left.The deadline is also approaching, just recently.

Zheng Feihe wanted to say something to Ankang, but found that Ankang was already watching it attentively, so he didn't say much, he didn't even pick up the bucket of popcorn that Biaozi handed over from behind, and pushed it back, and motioned them to eat it. Things are quieter.

A row of bodyguards behind nodded collectively, and the scene looked a little funny.