Male Lead 2 and Male Lead 3 Happy Ending!

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Duan Shutong held the spoon and unconsciously stirred in the bowl, his head drooping, "That ... I don't really know her."

What are you saying? What does it mean not to know? Too ambiguous!

After spurning himself in his heart, Duan Shutong was ruthless and conceited: "I have done something immature before ..."

"I know." Xi Duan's expression was faint, and he couldn't see anger.

He really felt uncomfortable in the elevator. Now he has basically calmed down. He doesn't want to mention the past or the future.

Duan Shutong was inexplicably a little guilty. "Actually, I used to play with them before. I didn't spend time with them. They made it for others."

The secret joy came suddenly, and Xi Duan looked up at him, "Why explain to me?"

Duan Shutong opened his mouth, yes, why did he explain this to Xi Duan? Everyone is a man. Is it so important to have a girlfriend?

He stumbled: "You, you work wholeheartedly, I worry that the gap is too big to do ... friend."

"will not."

The man's deep eyes, under the orange (color) lights of the restaurant, showed a little tenderness for no reason.

Duan Shutong's heart skipped for half a beat, and suddenly stood up, a little flustered, "I've eaten and went for a walk."

Before he waited for the answer, he left the restaurant.

In September, the tiger gradually dissipated, adding a few ray of coolness at night. When I went to the restaurant to eat, I didn't wear a coat.

Stroking the chestnut on his arm, Duan Shutong chose the latter when he went back to get his coat or continue to walk.

There are many tall buildings in Haishi, and you can only glimpse the gradually dark clouds from the gap between the icy buildings.

Duan Shutong had no intention of dark clouds, he walked along the street aimlessly, pedestrians hurriedly, traffic rushed, this metropolis seemed to be breathless.

Unconsciously took out her mobile phone, Ms. Dong got him in the group: Almost Mid-Autumn Festival, will Tong Tong return this year?

Father Duan said directly: When Mid-Autumn Festival comes back, there is something to discuss.

Duan Sifu is still too busy to know where tonight, she is not in the group.

He turned on the calendar and found that Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day were on holiday together, and it was only a few days. It would be better to return to Yanshi for a reunion dinner.

Stopped at the door of a shop at random, he lowered his head and answered the news in the group. As soon as he finished sending, he heard a faint voice beside him, like rosemary under the night.

"Come a cigarette?" A slender white hand reached out.

Duan Shutong raised his head in confusion, the sky (color) was dull, and the neon flashed. The face of the man in front of him was drawn into the light and shadow of the five faces and six (colors).

It is a man with a pretty appearance, no femininity, and looks lazy.

"Thank you, don't smoke." Duan Shutong refused.

"Huh," the man smiled unconsciously, "I don't smoke either."

Duan Shutong: "..." Is this person talking to him?

Suddenly a cool breeze blew, and the humidity in the air became heavier. Duan Shutong looked up at the sky, wouldn't it be raining?

"Weather forecast, heavy rain for a while." The man was playing with a lighter at his fingertips, and the flames protruded and retracted, and they protruded again.

Duan Shutong was already confused. Hearing this voice was even more impatient, and was planning to return.

"Wait," the man stopped him, "know where this is?" He pointed to the forehead.

Duan Shutong followed his finger and meditated again, "Bar?"

"Looking at you with a heavy heart, have a drink together?" The beautiful man invited.

Duan Shutong was shocked in his heart, he finally felt something was wrong, a straight man wouldn't arbitrarily talk to a man on the street.

"Sorry." He shook his head and refused, turning to leave.

"I know you are the same as me." The man smiled. "Really don't try?"

Duan Shutong: "..." Although you look good, it's not my dish.

A face suddenly appeared in his mind, Duan Shutong could not help sighing, and finally admitted his thoughts completely.

Seeing Xi Duan from the first glance, he fell in love.

The rain came quickly and hurriedly, and slammed his head down, giving no time for preparation.

The cold raindrops hit the face and body, and the cold entered the body. Duan Shutong shuddered, and fled to the storefront under the eaves and walked along the eaves.

But the eaves of this road are only a few. He was still cast into a soup, and he could only speed up and run towards the hotel.

"Boom", he bumped his head into a man's arms, he covered his head with one hand, did not see clearly, only bowed his head and said: "I'm sorry sorry."

Just about to move sideways, he was caught by the wrist, the warmth of the palm, through the cold skin, instantly burned to the bottom of my heart.

"Hold." The black (color) umbrella handle was handed to him, and the man's voice was deep and familiar.

Duan Shutong raised his head subconsciously, staring at each other, but thinking again: he must be very embarrassed now, he must be very ugly.

Seeing that the youth didn't move, Xi Duan (强 qiang) forcibly pushed the umbrella handle into his hand, quickly (took off) his coat, put it on his shoulder, and took the umbrella back, "put on."

Duan Shutong bowed his head obediently, followed the man's footsteps, and walked to the hotel together.

The rain curtain outside the umbrella formed a curtain, and the world under the umbrella was close to each other, but far apart.

After a while, Duan Shutong asked dumbly, "How come you come?"

Xi Duan said lightly: "It's raining."

A burst of sourness suddenly hit the nasal cavity, Duan Shutong sneezed several times in a row, Xi Duan frowned, and tilted the umbrella more towards the youth.

Back to the hotel, Duan Shutong took a hot bath for the first time, but still felt a little chilly, his head was so dizzy, he was lying in the quilt, and was confused (sleeping Shui).

I do n’t know how long after that he heard someone calling himself, trying to open his eyes but could n’t open it, as if he was stuck by something, but he could n’t open his mouth when he wanted to speak, and his brain was too heavy to listen to the call, He frowned in a hurry.

"How is he?" Xi Duan looked at the (dead) bitter (colored) young man above (bed chuang) and asked the doctor.

"Cold, a little low fever."

"How to cure?"

"Drink plenty of water, this will slowly recover on its own, not too serious."

Xi Duan raised his eyebrows. "But he is very uncomfortable now."

The doctor is very cold, "Cold will be uncomfortable, you should not worry, give him some cold medicine."

Xi Duan: "..."

Cen Ning on the side was busy and said, "I'll buy some medicine now."

Then he left the room with the doctor.

When there was no sound in the room, Duan Shutong finally opened his sour eyes with difficulty, and saw a man sitting on the bed.

"I'll pour the water." Seeing him awake, Xi Duan didn't say anything nonsense, and poured a cup of hot water.

Duan Shutong had a sore body and sat up with his arms, a bit embarrassed, "Thank you. What time is it?"

"Ten p.m."

Duan Shutong grunted after drinking water, Xi Duan asked, "Is it still?"

The young man nodded, he was indeed a little thirsty.

His eyes fell on the back of the man's pouring water. He cheered up. "How do you know I'm sick?"

The sound of water entering the cup echoed in the quiet room. After pouring the water at the end of the seat, he returned to the bed again. The expression (color) was faint. "No, you should not knock on the door."

Duan Shutong held the cup, "Thank you."

"No," the man lowered his eyes, "Duan Dong asked me to take care of you before."

Duan Shutong: "..." So these cares are just because of his father's request?

He had been hiding things, and his mood became more unstable after he became ill. Xi Duan's meticulous care made him greedy, and his complicated complex feelings were intertwined. Tough, so tight that it hurts.

After drinking the second cup, he placed the cup on the bedside table, he slid directly into the quilt, turned his back to the seat, and sullenly said: "I think (sleeping Shui) felt."

"Wait after taking the medicine (sleep Shui)." The man's attitude is a bit (strong qiang) hard.

It has to be said that the patient's emotions are really capricious, and his thoughts, which had already been squeezed by reason, almost burst out at this moment.

Duan Shutong really wanted to ask Xi Duan: What on earth are you taking care of me for?

If it is because of his dad, it is not necessary, he is not a minor; if it is because he is regarded as a friend, then he would rather not be a friend, too stunned.

In the end, he refrained, only pretending to be indifferent: "You don't need to control me, go back first, I (sleep Shui) will do just fine."

There was only breathing in the room.

Duan Shutong was hiding in the quilt, but one ear was raised, but he could not hear the movement, he began to think wildly: What is Xi Duan (gan)? What is his expression now? What would he think of me? Do you think I'm making trouble unreasonably?

Then I thought about it: It was good to take the opportunity to make him hate himself, so that he could not be seen every day, but he was scratching his heart and feeling terrible.

But when he thought that Xi Duan would hate him, he felt his heart hurt.

Thinking of the last, he was confused himself.

Finally, Cen Ning's knock on the door broke the silence, cold medicine was delivered, and Xi Duan poured a third glass of water. The tone was quiet, "Get up and take the medicine."

Duan Shutong: "..." Why is he not angry at all?

I had to climb up without expression, swallowed the pills with water, and smiled to Cen Ning: "Thank Cen for helping me buy the medicine. It's not too early, you go back to rest, and you will go to the exhibition tomorrow morning."

After lying down, covered in quilt.

"Well." The man whispered.

Immediately afterwards, the door closed, and Duan Shutong was relieved, but he couldn't ignore the loss of his heart.

It is said that love is sweet and sour, how can he only taste sour? Is it because of unrequited love?

Probably because of taking the medicine, he soon lost his sleep (sleeping Shui), but was awakened by a burst of urine.

After drinking too much water, there is no way.

Duan Shutong sat up from (bed chuang) and was about to lift his legs out of bed, and suddenly saw a person sitting on the sofa not far from the bed!

He was startled, "Aren't you going back?"

Xi Duan stood up, with obvious tiredness, "Cen Ning is going back. What you need is for you."

Duan Shutong was stunned, his nose urn urn, "You have been sitting there?" He glanced at the wall clock, it was early in the morning.

Xi Duan didn't return and asked, "What do you want?"

"I ask if you have been sitting there all the time!" Duan Shutong's emotions were slightly out of control.

Xi Duan looked at him quietly for a few seconds, and suddenly reached out to squeeze his eyebrows, his voice a little tired, "Yes. What do you want?"

Duan Shutong was stunned for a while, and then suddenly laughed, covering his eyes with the back of his hand, covering the red eyes, and his voice was almost murmured: "Xi Duan, why are you so good."

So good that he didn't want to let go at all.

But it can't hurt him.

"What?" Xi Duan didn't understand clearly and took a step forward.

Duan Shutong lifted the quilt, put on his shoes, dragged his heavy legs to the man, and embraced him calmly under Xi Duan's surprised eyes.

"It's nice to have your friend here."

Xi Duan raised his hand slightly to the back of the youth.

"Also, I just want to use the toilet."

Duan Shutong loosened him and gave up the warmth impregnated with the fragrance of pine bamboo.

Xi Duan was so good, he couldn't bear it.