Chapter 23 Followed back to the hotel
Just as Fang Ke had grabbed the hand of President Wang Xiaosheng and was about to drive a nail into the nail, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something long and thin that swept the nail out of his hand at an extremely fast speed and with unquestionable force.
He didn't look back, the nail flew away, he clenched his fist, wanting to smash it down.
But the thing soon licked the back of his hand. The force was not strong, it didn't hurt, but it was a little numb.
It was a dark black whip that he had once worn at his waist, but was later taken away by Shen Qinian.
He just stopped and turned around.
The person in the corner is wearing a mask, but so what?
I recognize it.
Why... stop him...
"Come here," Shen Cinian finally sat up straighter, his hands casually clasped in his legs.
Fang Ke almost blurted out a question here, but Shen Qinian's words seemed to have magic, and he still moved his feet and walked over.
In the weird game, only friends can watch the player's performance in the copy.
Chen Cinian entered the dungeon using the account Qingtian Bairi, which was a new account. Coincidentally, Qingtian Bairi had never added any friends, so no one could see Chen Cinian's specific perspective in the dungeon.
But his face appeared in Fang Ke's perspective.
Therefore, players would naturally think that he was Qingtian Bairi. As soon as he entered the building, he was invited upstairs. Because he didn't want to be stared at by curious people along the way, he wore a mask.
After going up, he sat in the corner and listened to these people discussing how to entrust Fang Ke to him. He felt like laughing.
Humans are so interesting. Fang Ke is nothing, so why should he be kept safe?
Just as I was laughing, I heard Cao Cao appear.
Chen Ci Nian put away the whip without changing his expression, stood up, and said politely: "If the discussion is over, I will take him away first."
"Okay, okay," Wang Xiaosheng was still frightened, and looked at Shen Qinian with gratitude in his eyes, "Then I'll leave it to you. Sorry for the trouble."
What's the trouble?
Shen Cinian stretched out his hand: "Come here, I'll hold your hand."
Fang Ke didn't understand what was going on, but he understood what was said. He pursed his lips and said, "I won't."
"Then hold my hand. This is my first time here and I don't know the way."
Fang Ke finally held Shen Qinian's bony hand, his tone was very calm, but he was a little happy in his heart: "Oh."
It was as if I was no longer angry all of a sudden.
After walking out of the building, Shen Cinian put away his mask, looked at the navigation, and asked: "What kind of Western food do you want to eat?"
"It's up to you. Who cares?"
"Squad leader," Shen Cinian suddenly pulled the man in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly, "I'm asking you."
"Oh..." Fang Ke's heart trembled, "Western food."
It was too close, so Fang Ke stepped back a little, his movements a little hastily.
He was not sure whether Shen Qinian saw his panic. He felt a little embarrassed and his face immediately turned several degrees colder, as if he could get back some face this way.
Shen Cinian pulled him forward, and he followed, saying in a bad tone: "You deliberately avoided me yesterday."
"You were nearby when I got off the bus, why…"
The green light turned red, and Shen Chenian pulled him back to prevent him from running the red light.
"Why..." He stopped, pursed his lips, and let his other hand hang down. "You didn't come to pick me up. You really want to draw a line between us."
"Maybe," Chen Ci Nian answered nonchalantly, "I'm not as brave as you think. You're going to control my whole family. If I don't run away, I'll be locked up in your little dark room."
No, it can't be because of this reason.
"You are angry," Fang Ke said in a positive tone, "Why? Because I threatened you."
"I just..." He suddenly couldn't continue, fortunately the green light came on, and Shen Cinian led him across the road.
"Just what?" Standing on the sidewalk, deliberately letting Fang Ke stand on the safe inside, Shen Qinian finally took off his glasses, his expression cold, "You just needed me, wanted to use me to do something, and I refused, so you got furious?"
Fang Ke lowered his head, clenched his fists at his sides, and tensed his back.
Yes, so what.
"Raise your head." Shen Qinian did not let go of the hand that was holding Fang Ke. He waited until Fang Ke raised his head before continuing, "I'm not blaming you. I'm just stating the facts. There's no need to cry now. I'm giving you time to explain what you did last night. Don't lie to me. Your lying style is very clumsy."
Fang Ke clenched his fists tightly and said nothing.
So what if I go to seek death?
I don't want to explain, that's it.
Seeing this, Shen Cinian sighed, "Forget it, I won't ask you anymore. Do you think I don't watch the news? Okay, don't cry. I don't mean to scold you. Let's eat first."
Chen Cinian wiped Fang Ke's eyes and led the still upset person into the restaurant.
Shen Cinian first pulled out a chair to let Fang Ke in, then sat down opposite him and handed the menu handed to Fang Ke by the waiter.
Fang Ke took a quick look and didn't see anything he particularly wanted to eat, so he threw the menu back.
Shen Cinian was somewhat helpless. He estimated Fang Ke's preferences and tastes and ordered the meal.
Before the steak came two glasses of almost neutral red wine.
Fang Ke picked up the toothpick from the fruit and stirred the wine.
He lowered his head and asked, "Why are you stopping me from hitting people?"
As he spoke, he continued to pound the wine until it foamed red, his eyes never looking at Shen Qinian across from him, "What's it to you if I hit someone?"
Shen Ci Nian also lowered his head and looked at his phone. When he heard this, he raised his head and said in a more helpless tone: "I'm timid and afraid of this kind of scene. Is that okay?"
"Who cares about you?" Fang Ke stopped asking and talking and just made some wine.
Until Shen Cinian couldn't bear it anymore and held his hand.
He stopped fiddling, drank the grape juice-like sweet water, and started looking at his phone.
Shen Cinian let go and continued to read academic materials.
Fang Ke opened Candy Crush and played two rounds. The volume was a bit loud at the beginning, but after looking at Shen Cinian, he quietly turned it to mute and continued playing.
When the steak came, Chen Cinian saw that Fang Ke was still playing with his hands, so he picked up his knife and fork to help him cut it into small pieces, and placed the used knife and fork at the edge of the plate where Fang Ke could reach easily.
Fang Ke's eyes seemed to be on the screen, but he was actually observing Shen Cinian's hands in secret.
If he didn't come over today, would Shen Qinian not return to Tang County? Would he find an opportunity to transfer?
Even though Shen Cinian was angry and had a grievance against him, he could still take care of him a little. Does that mean that Shen Cinian would be better to others, especially to his lover?
When Fang Ke thought of this, he wanted to overturn the table.
But the emotions of Shen Qinian on the opposite side were too stable, and his little emotion was like a stone thrown into the deep sea, unable to cause any ripples.
Slowly, Fang Ke calmed down. He lowered his head and used a fork to poke the beef. His eating manners were not very quiet, especially compared to Chen Cinian's elegance.
No one cared about this little thing. Fang Ke lowered his head and ate himself until he looked like a cat.
Shen Cinian suddenly raised his hand and gently wiped the cat's face with a tissue.
Fang Ke paused, his eyes dilating rapidly like a cat's pupils.
He seemed to be trying to hide something and fiercely snatched the tissue to wipe himself.
Shen Ci Nian didn't care, nor did he intend to watch him wipe it to make him more uncomfortable, he just got up and paid the bill.
After paying the bill, he looked at Fang Ke and said, "If you're not going home, have you booked a hotel?"
Fang Ke shook his head.
"You may not be able to book it any later, book it now."
Fang Ke held the phone in his hand, motionless.
Shen Cinian frowned and said, "Student Fang Ke, are you planning to sleep on the street?"
As if thinking of something, Shen Qinian refused calmly: "I booked a single room."
After speaking, Shen Cinian picked up the coat on the seat and turned to leave.
Fang Ke stood up and followed him not far away.
Like a stray dog trying to find a home.
After walking a distance, Shen Ci Nian seemed to sigh and glanced at the hotel information on his phone. The last available room nearby had just been booked three seconds ago.
"Come here," Shen Cinian finally stretched out his hand, "Let's cross the road. I'll hold your hand."
Fang Ke stuffed his hand in.
He actually had a lot of questions, and he could actually be honest if Shen Cinian asked again.
But Shen Cinian seemed to have forgotten about it and didn't mention it at all.
If you don’t want to ask, then don’t ask, but he asked.
"Why pay on delivery?" He paused, then added, "You're obviously very caring."
"You don't want to take care of me," he got a little angry when he said this, but he slowly put away his edge under Shen Cinian's soothing gaze.
"I didn't take care of your classmate Fang," Shen Qinian said calmly, "Don't worry, I'm just stating the facts. I think I've done a lot of extra work just as a teacher. What do you think?"
It's true, but so what?
He thinks differently.
He wanted to. Really wanted to.
He suddenly grabbed Shen Cinian's shirt sleeve, holding a small corner in his hand and not letting go.
"Year-end..." His voice was very low, as if he couldn't speak, and he was very embarrassed, but he finally spoke, "You, don't be angry."
Shen Ci Nian didn't say anything.
He might be a little angry. He just took the man down from the rope, and Fang Ke turned around and went to the highway to commit suicide.
After looking for death, he went to drink without any care, as if life or death was not a big deal worth paying attention to.
Chen Cinian didn't say anything, and Fang Ke didn't say anything either. The two of them just walked back to the hotel Chen Cinian had booked in silence.
Shen Cinian went into the bathroom to take a shower. Fang Ke sat on the sofa and reached out to gently stroke the light red whip marks on the back of his hand.
Where did Shen Cinian learn such a good whip technique?
Shen Cinian likes to play with spinning tops
What era...play this...
For a moment, Fang Ke's mind went blank and he seemed to have turned into a spinning top.
A useless spinning top that refuses to move no matter how hard you pull it, simply because it doesn't want to spin along the designated trajectory.
So everyone who owns it finds it shameful.
Fang Ke actually didn't know why he followed Chen Cinian back. He didn't understand why he didn't hurry up and book a hotel, but had to follow Chen Cinian into his room.
The supplies in the room were all for single persons. It was obviously one of the few good things that Chen Ci Nian did not bring his young lover with him.
Shen Cinian was still taking a shower when there was a knock on the door. Fang Ke opened the door and saw that it was a takeaway.
He closed the door again and suddenly saw the toothbrush and cup through the gap in the bag.
This big bag is full of daily necessities, new and just delivered.
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