Luo Hang didn't speak; the footsteps grew closer.
Jiang Qingye probably sensed something was wrong too, "Why aren't you saying anything..."
As he spoke, he looked up, and when his eyes met Luo Hang's, the smile on his lips unconsciously faded.
What brings you here?
A cold, indifferent sentence, as if he had seen something he really disliked.
Luo Hang was a little flustered. He walked over, squatted down beside the man's legs, and rubbed his cheek against Jiang Qingye's suit pants.
The fabric is soft, yet feels cool to the touch.
Luo Hang carefully tugged at his suit jacket again.
These actions practically cost Luo Hang all his pride.
He rarely liked anything; he was very picky. But the person in front of him was something he really, really wanted.
Jiang Qingye lowered her eyelids and looked at him silently, her gaze unpredictable, revealing no emotion.
Half a minute later, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Luo Hang's hair.
Luo Hang looked up as he did so.
Jiang Qingye remained silent.
Luo Hang licked his lips, revealing a section of his rosy tongue.
"I haven't been here in a long time, don't you miss me?"
Jiang Qingye did not respond.
He remained in that position, clutching his hair, quietly watching Luo Hang.
The two looked at each other silently.
Jiang Qingye said coldly, "Didn't you understand what I told you before?"
When Luo Hang got off the plane, he received more than a hundred messages from his agent.
Half of the emojis are of people throwing flowers.
To summarize, he was invited to play the second male lead in a big-budget film, and his image was a perfect fit for the role. In addition, the director even won several awards.
Besides the message from his agent, Luo Hang also received a message from someone whose profile he had pinned to the top of his chat list.
Just two simple sentences.
That's all for now.
--Let's part amicably.
What a load of rubbish about parting amicably?
Luo Hang retorted unreasonably, "The director of the movie you introduced me to doesn't want me, so that can't be considered a breakup fee."
His words were clearly an attempt to smear the director. After all, the contract had already been sent, and if Luo Hang wanted to sign it, it was a done deal.
Jiang Qingye laughed in exasperation, " Luo Hang, how can you be so shameless?"
His words were very impolite.
The moment Jiang Qingye said it, she regretted it a little.
Fortunately, he never showed his emotions on his face, so no one could tell that he regretted it.
Luo Hang felt as if his heart was being squeezed by the person in front of him.
That was clearly his heart, a bright red, beating heart.
But he didn't care at all; he grabbed it casually, gripped it tightly, until his heart ached.
Luo Hang felt a lump in his throat, but he held back his tears and managed to swallow them back. "I'm just pathetic."
He reached out and grabbed Jiang Qingye's tie, then looked up and kissed him.
He's just a jerk; otherwise, why would he like an Alpha for so long?
From campus to now.
During high school, Luo Hang was able to create many chance encounters, until after the college entrance examination, when his grades were only average and his score was only high enough to get into a very low-quality second-tier university.
He lost his parents when he was about to enter high school and lived with his aunt's family, like an unwanted child.
Her hair was messy, her bangs were too long and covered her eyebrows and eyes, and she always wore tattered clothes.
Nobody in his class really hung out with him, and Luo Hang wasn't interested in socializing.
He has always preferred to be alone.
But during the summer after the results came out, he spent a lot of effort inquiring everywhere about which university Jiang Qingye would apply to.
Although he and Jiang Qingye couldn't get into the same university, he could apply to a school near Jiang's.
Every little bit closer is good.
With this in mind, Luo Hang finally found out the information two days before he had to fill out his college application.
Jiang Qingye did not attend university in China.
He grew up abroad, returned to China to study in high school for a few years, and now he's going abroad again to continue his studies.
High airfares and expensive tuition fees... all of these made Luo Hang, who was short of money, hesitate.
He can't go with them, and he probably won't see them again.
Until he was spotted by a talent scout, signed with a company, and entered the entertainment industry.
He listened to the company's advice, trained hard, and participated in the boy group audition.
Until one day, he came out of the dance studio, drenched in sweat, his pink training clothes completely soaked.
He walked along, wiping himself with a towel, and bumped into Jiang Qingye in the corridor.
Even after several years, he remains as dashing as ever.
The suit accentuated his excellent figure as he walked over, surrounded by several staff members.
Luo Hang almost stopped breathing at that moment.
His heart was pounding. He knew perfectly well that it wasn't because he had been dancing too vigorously, but because he had encountered this person in front of him, someone he had seen countless times out of the corner of his eye.
"Excuse me."
One of the staff members looked at Luo Hang and said.
Luo Hang snapped out of his daze and quickly leaned against the wall.
He was in a hurry when the group of people in front of him walked past.
Bright lights shone down from the corridor, and the person surrounded by them seemed born to be illuminated. He listened intently as the people next to him said something.
Their gaze never fell on Luo Hang from beginning to end.
Unrequited love is inherently unequal.
Even before Jiang Qingye met Luo Hang, he was already the most unique person in Luo Hang's heart.
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The kiss was short-lived, quickly interrupted by the intruders.
He exclaimed in surprise several times.
Luo Hang felt the voice sounded familiar, so he couldn't help but stand up and look over.
The boy across the desk was wearing a black hoodie and blue jeans, his pink hair was all messy, as if he had been bombed.
She was wearing a pair of green frog slippers and holding a cup of tea.
A very casual, homey outfit.
Luo Hang's breathing stopped for a few seconds.
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He suddenly remembered a certain winter night when he was squatting in the security booth of the big talent show factory, watching Jiang Qingye sitting in front of the car, with this person standing right next to him.
Luo Hang was squatting on the ground smoking, so I didn't really feel anything.
It tasted slightly sour, but only a tiny bit.
After all, at that time, Jiang Qingye was like the moon, unattainable in the sky, to him.
The moon is so bright, so white, so sacred. If someone could possess it through love, that person would definitely not be Luo Hang.
He has self-awareness.
But now, he has caught the moon.
So that initial sourness has transformed into a strong astringency.
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Luo Hang turned to look at Jiang Qingye, intending to demand an explanation.
Has she lost feelings for him, or has she found someone new?
The man merely raised an eyebrow slightly, casually adjusted his tie, and asked, "Why are you looking at me?"
Luo Hang felt a lump in his throat, swallowed, and his eyes burned with tears.
He raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose hard with the back of his hand, as if trying to wipe away the sourness.
Tears seemed to flow uncontrollably, rolling down one after another.
"You... you said you weren't married? Then why is he here?"
Jiang Qingye's hand, which was adjusting his tie, unconsciously loosened. He pursed his lips and asked, "Why are you crying?"