Can't be chased

Chapter 17

When Jiang Tang came the next day, his complexion was as ugly as Sheng Ming expected, with a dark face, and Sheng Ming took him directly to the study.

An Fan thought for a while, went to wash some fruit, and was about to knock on the door when he heard Sheng Ming's voice coming from inside.

"You're almost done. I'm asking your opinion. I don't know who to show my face to?"

Jiang Tang snorted coldly: "Who else is in this room, I will show my face to whom."

Sheng Ming didn't have the same knowledge as him: "Are you unemployed and addicted?"

Jiang Tang retorted: "Are you addicted to being a house-husband?"

An Fan heard it a little funny, and planned to go to the living room to stay for a while, and then go in after the two of them settled down after arguing.As soon as he moved his foot, he heard Sheng Ming inside speak, and couldn't help but stop.

Sheng Ming's voice became serious, a little vague through the door: "If I don't look at him, I will be very scared..."

Jiang Tang was silent for a moment: "Did you really fall this time?"

Sheng Ming's ending was drawn a little longer, with a hint of tenderness: "It's been planted long ago."

"You are really..." Jiang Tang thought for a while before continuing, "It does not conform to your honesty."

"What's wrong with being honest, I didn't know what I was awkward about before."

Jiang Tang stared at Sheng Ming's face, taking every expression in his eyes carefully: "Sheng Ming, you have changed a lot."

"Is it not good?"

Jiang Tang met his eyes, and without answering directly, he asked instead: "Are you happy now?"

There was a sudden silence.

An Fan's waist was a little sore from standing for a long time, but he didn't care about it, his shoulders were tense, and his eyes were fixed on the door panel, as if he wanted to see the expression of the people inside through it.

After a while, Sheng Ming said: "I'm very tired."

The calm that had been carefully maintained and cared for these days was torn apart, An Fan felt dizzy for a moment, and supported the wall next to him.

"I'm scared and nervous all the time, wondering if there's something I didn't do well, if I shouldn't have said that sentence, if my expression just now should be softer, and I'm worried about Anfan Thinking about something messy again, wondering if he would hurt but didn't tell me, does he still believe me..."

"I have to think so much every day, a lot, more, regretting, worrying, and carefully observing..."

He let out a breath.

An Fan closed his eyes, and there seemed to be a posture of him leaning back on the back of the chair in front of his eyes. There should be deep wrinkles between his brows.

"Then why not let go and make yourself easier?"

A strong impulse suddenly rose in An Fan's heart. He was used to gentleness, and he rarely had too strong anger, but he wanted to open the door and shout at Jiangtang to make him take back his words.

Perhaps, it was because Jiang Tang's words hit a possibility that he never dared to think about.

"How is it possible? I love him." Sheng Ming smiled lowly, "Tired is not unhappy, I like this kind of busyness, it makes me truly feel that Anfan is by my side, and we are also together Little by little, I'm working hard to get closer to each other, learning how to love others. All this is actually very new to me, I only hope that one day, there will be no grudges between Anfan and me."

Jiang Tang: "Tsk, masochist."

"Yes, yes, I am a masochist. I am so abused that I am willing to enjoy it. Someday Anfan won't abuse me. That's when I'm afraid!"

An Fan didn't listen any more, didn't knock on the door, turned and left.

When the movement outside the door completely disappeared, Jiang Tang wiped away the goosebumps: "Tsk, you've overacted, haven't you?"

Sheng Ming seemed to be still thinking about it: "I'm not acting, it's all the truth."

Jiang Tang couldn't bear to look directly at him.

He may be really relieved, and he never showed any emotion or behavior beyond friendship, just like a good buddy who purely advises Sheng Ming's love life.

"Maybe the more you care about it, the less you dare to speak easily. Anfan will always figure it out."

As soon as Sheng Ming opened his mouth, before the sound came out, he was immediately intercepted by Jiangtang: "Stop, stop! I'm really not used to you like this. I don't care about your family's Anfan slopping and rolling around behind closed doors. Let's talk about business now Ok?"

Sheng Ming's tangled brows loosened, and he smiled a little: "You poor."

Jiang Tang had already lowered his head to look at the documents in his hand.

At noon, Jiang Tang didn't stay for dinner, but An Fan didn't stay with him, and looked at Sheng Ming begging for help.

Sheng Ming received his gaze, and for some reason he felt better, and his voice was very gentle: "Don't worry about him, he's in a hurry, or you won't be polite."

Jiang Tang was so bored by his tone that he wanted to roll his eyes, managed to maintain his image, and muttered: "That's why I don't eat at your house, I can eat enough dog food."

"I said, Jiang Tang, who did you learn from, and why are you getting poorer and poorer?"

Jiang Tang cut his body, ignored his teasing and waved out the door, Sheng Ming turned around and went to the kitchen to cook, An Fan also followed, leaning on the door frame to watch him cook.

"Aren't you tired, let's sit in the living room for a while?"

An Fan shook his head, stood there without moving, and after a while, while Sheng Ming was opening the refrigerator to get something, he hugged Sheng Ming's waist from behind.The stomach was between the two of them, which made Anfan's posture a bit weird.

"What's wrong?" Sheng Ming patted his hand and asked softly.

An Fan leaned his head on Sheng Ming's shoulder, rubbed his head against Sheng Ming's shoulder, and buried his face in it. He took a deep breath, and his nostrils were filled with the smell of Sheng Ming, which was comfortable, strong and warm.

"Sheng Ming."

"Ok?"

"Sheng Ming."

"Ah."

"Sheng Ming."

"My Fanfan has become a repeater?"

An Fan rubbed against him again, humming, "I like calling you."

Snapped!Sheng Ming stuffed the things in his hand back into the refrigerator, turned around and hugged Anfan in his arms, took him a little away from the air-conditioning range, and closed the refrigerator door.

An Fan felt that just as he was hugged into his arms, he covered it with a kiss.Sheng Ming liked to kiss him very much, and An Fan also liked Sheng Ming's kisses very much.

Sheng Ming stopped and licked his lips until he kissed the person until his eyes were a little red, and An Fan's face flushed instantly.

Sheng Ming rubbed his forehead against his forehead: "Why are you so shy?"

The warm breath blew past, and An Fan's heart seemed to be scratched by a clump of dogtail grass. He couldn't do it anymore, so he simply pushed the person away and turned to go to the living room.

An Fan vomited again during the meal, Sheng Ming didn't dare to stuff him too much, he fed someone a glass of warm water and held him in the living room to watch TV for a while, and forced An Fan to take a nap after eating.

An Fan didn't feel sleepy, so he covered half of his face with the quilt, but stared at Sheng Ming brightly.Sheng Ming originally wanted to go to the study to deal with some work, but he was completely lost in his thoughts, so he simply went to bed and took a nap with him.

He seemed to suddenly understand why the king never went to court early and was not in it. He didn't know why he really couldn't resist the temptation.

Sheng Ming could tell that Anfan had something on his mind, including when he was in the kitchen, he would occasionally appear hesitant to speak, and then be held back.

It's not that Sheng Ming is in a hurry, otherwise he wouldn't have come out in the study in the morning, deliberately telling An Fan that he could break through his barrier a little bit.But he told himself not to be in a hurry, he had to wait patiently, let Anfan come out little by little, and express his worries and fears.

But when An Fan really summoned up the courage to speak out the turmoil in his heart, no matter how much psychological construction Sheng Ming had done, he thought that his emotions were almost smoothed out, and it was a thousand waves with one stone.

An Fan said, "Sheng Ming, do you know my mother?"

Sheng Ming read An Fan's information more than two years ago, but he didn't read it carefully at that time. He only knew that An Fan's mother died when he was just born, and his father committed suicide when he was six years old. He was arrested by Qin Side's family. adoption.

"Well, what's the matter?" Sheng Ming made an extremely calm tone and guided him to continue.

An Fan didn't seem to know how to speak, bit his lips: "My mother, she is the same as me..."

Sheng Ming was indeed a little surprised, he didn't show it, but he also couldn't figure out what An Fan's intention was when he said this, but he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Why did you suddenly think of this?"

An Fan took a deep breath, and the image of An He holding him and weeping seemed to reappear in front of his eyes. He said, Fan Fan, don't give birth to others, live well.He remembered Sheng Ming's words in the morning again, and continued.

"My mother died giving birth to me."

The hand on his shoulder froze, An Fan went to look for Sheng Ming's eyes, and found that he was also looking straight at him, and the words poured out as if he had run away.

"He is in good health. Although he didn't go to the hospital before giving birth, he still has regular check-ups with a trusted doctor. It's all normal... No one thought..."

Sheng Ming let go of An Fan without saying a word. When An Fan looked at him, he even forced a smile and rubbed An Fan's hair: "It's okay, I'll ask Song Li to give you a comprehensive checkup."

After he finished speaking, he began to look for his mobile phone, but for some reason, the more he searched, the more he couldn't find it. His movements became irritable, like a trapped animal.

An Fan's voice was also blocked. Finally, he found the phone by the pillow, picked it up and dialed Song Li's number. As soon as the connection sound rang, he shouted: "Come here now, the fuck, right away!" !faster!"

The calm was shattered, his voice could be regarded as panic at the back, Song Li was taken aback, he went out the door immediately before he could ask anything, and ran through several red lights along the way, afraid that something might be wrong with the child.

After yelling and hanging up the phone, Sheng Ming was in a daze. He seemed to have accomplished a big event, and he didn't know what to do next, so he sat fixedly by the side of the turned-over bed.

An Fan's hand touched his: "Don't do this."

Sheng Ming let out a breath, closed his eyes hard, and suppressed the panic in his heart.

He grabbed An Fan's hand with his backhand: "Yeah."

The two leaned together quietly for a while, and Sheng Ming said with a self-mockery: "I was a little disappointed before, thinking why you would rather hide everything in your heart than tell me, even if I was not worth it before, haven't I changed now?"

"Today I suddenly found out that maybe you are right. I can't do anything for you, irritable, stupid, not strong enough, and my mouth is nice..."

An Fan pinched him hard on the arm. Before Sheng Ming could react, his eyes turned red from the pain: "You are not allowed to say that."

An Fan lowered his head and leaned against him: "You are fine, the best."

Sheng Ming looked at the top of his head, and shook his head where An Fan didn't see it.He is not good, not good at all, not gentle enough, strong enough, calm enough, not enough to be a shoulder he can rely on.

but……

"Fanfan, even if I still have so many problems to fix, can you tell me later?"

"Ah."