Dong Feng turned his head and patted Xu Cinian's shoulder like a protector, "It's okay, don't worry, I won't dare to embarrass you after these people, why do you think about coming here today? I thought you always intended to avoid seeing me."
Seeing him like this, Xu Cinian couldn't help laughing in his heart.
Dong Feng stayed with Xu Xinnian for a few years, and he really regarded himself as the master of Xu's family, and didn't want to think about who was the real Xu family.
Although I sneered in my heart, there was an awkward expression on his face, "Mr. Dong...thank you, I want to deliver food, so... let's go first."
As he said, he pulled his wrist back, turned and walked in, as if he didn't want to let Dong Feng see how he was now down.
Dong Feng couldn't help but feel a move when he saw it, staring at Xu Cinian's compulsively calm back, an inexplicable sense of inexplicableness poured in his heart.
When we met again on Chengnan Street before, although the trouble was very unpleasant, but he couldn’t forget Xu Cinian. He didn’t miss Xu Cinian when he didn’t see him before, but once he saw him, he couldn’t help but miss the two at university. The scene of falling in love makes Xu Cinian even more reluctant to let go.
He turned out to be the eldest young master of the Xu family with more than 10,000 people. Now he has returned to his old place, but he has become a small vendor delivering food to others. Under such a gap, is he coming to the Xu family only to deliver a takeaway?
Dong Feng didn't believe it, and quickly caught up to block his way, "Who ordered your takeaway? Which department? What's the name? I'll deliver it for you."
His movements caused many people around him to look at him. Xu Cinian felt that he couldn't lift his head even more, and his voice became hoarse. "Dong Feng, don't you think you have too much control? You asked me before. So many times, I thought it was clear enough. I am not the same as Xu Cinian. I am just a small vendor who asks for a living. Can you give me some last look?"
By saying this, he is tantamount to admitting that he is Xu Cinian. Dong Feng has known him for more than ten years and has never seen him show weakness with anyone. Now such an almost begging tone suddenly made his heart soft.
Looking down at the bag of won stew, he suddenly moved in his heart and said, "To be honest, who ordered the takeaway? Did you come here after someone ordered it, or... you just came to me?"
"No." Xu Cinian put aside his eyes and said nothing.
In Dong Feng's eyes, this action was tantamount to acquiescence. Thinking of Xu Cinian's way of making wond stew for him at the beginning, his heart went back and forth, and suddenly he pulled the person to the corner of no one, raising his hand to touch Xu Ci. Nian's face was suddenly avoided by him.
"At the end of the year, every time you lie, you will never look at others."
Xu Cinian lowered his head and did not speak, biting the corner of his mouth and his eyes were red, and he rarely showed weakness in front of Dong Feng.
Dong Feng sighed, and his voice became softer, "Do you have any difficulties and want me to help you? I know you hate me in your heart, and you won't come to me if you have no other choice. If you speak, I will agree, OK? Don't be like that I look distressed."
Xu Cinian did not speak, and after a long time he closed his eyes, and said with difficulty, "I...I want to borrow some money from you..."
He was embarrassed that he couldn't even lift his head, his voice and fingers were shaking, "I didn't want to come, but after thinking about it, I found that the only person I can find in this world... is you."
One sentence completely satisfied Dong Feng's vanity, he liked that his lover was 100% dependent on him, and he enjoyed the superiority of the protector.
There is nothing more satisfying than a lover who was once arrogant and couldn't even touch, and could only look at his face, crawling under his feet, embarrassed and helpless.
Pity pours in Dong Feng's heart. He took the bag of soaked won stew and touched Xu Cinian's head and said, "As long as you say, as much money as you want, but I don't have much cash with me now. Let’s have a meal together. I’ll give you a whole number when the time comes. Anyway, we haven’t gotten along in such a peaceful way for a long time. To tell the truth... I really miss you after leaving the year."
Xu Cinian cleverly avoided his hand and said, "Um", as if he was a little embarrassed, "Then... let's meet at the Sith Café tonight, where we used to go often."
Dong Feng smiled and nodded, "Okay, it's all up to you."
Xu Cinian whispered "Thank you", and then snatched the bag of won stew back, the roots of the ears were a little red, "These are all soaked...Next time I will bring you new ones. I have something else, first... …Go now, see you tonight."
He said that he turned around and ran away without waiting for Dong Feng to react. The embarrassment made Dong Feng feel particularly fresh. He couldn't help but smiled and took out his cell phone and sent a text message: [New Year, I won’t go home for socializing tonight. wait for me】
Within a few seconds, the reply was sent back, with only three simple words: [Got it]
Dong Feng's attitude towards Xu Xinnian's resoluteness, cold and hot, was a bit inexplicable, but he was relieved when he thought of his Xiaoniaoyinian's character, and began to look forward to a date with Xu Cinian at night.
Xu Cinian didn't rush to leave. He turned around and went to the bathroom downstairs. There was no one here during the lunch break. He threw the won stew into the trash can, finally showing disgust on his face.
Nausea...It's so disgusting. When he thinks that his hands and hair have been touched by Dong Feng, he feels nauseous.
Turning on the faucet to wash his hands carefully, he took a deep breath, took the water and splashed it on his face before finally taking a breath, staring at the expressionless himself in the mirror, and slowly narrowed his eyes.
The good show has started, and the fish has bitten the hook. In order to catch the net, he must continue to sing, because there is always one person who will laugh to the end in this scene.
☆, 22 [Open the abuse scum three]
After dark, sporadic light rain began.
Qu Cheng got out of the car and stood tall at the door of the coffee shop. The assistant next to him quickly held up an umbrella. He waved his hand to refuse and lit a cigarette after he slammed the door.
At this time, the wind was a bit strong, and the cigarette butt was bright and dark. He covered it with his hand and took a deep breath. The muscles of his cheeks contracted, and the smoke rings spread out, drawing out a well-defined face.
Xu Xinian saw this scene through the glass window, his back straightened subconsciously, his fingers clenched the coffee cup unconsciously, and his heart began to beat uncontrollably again.
Since being reborn into this body, he desperately wants to live, desperately plundering everything, not in the mood to think about what it is like to love, but looking at the man in front of him, he is so helpless for the first time. It feels like I finally understand what a heartbeat is.
The strong arms, the strong body, the stubbornness to raise his hands and the background enough to shelter him from the wind and rain... Everything is in line with his appetite, even if he has only seen it a few times, he can't help but feel his heart.
I have been with Dong Feng, a gentle and capable man for a long time. It is really boring. If it weren’t for the purpose of driving Xu Cinian away, he wouldn’t beg to be with Dong Feng. Now Xu Cinian is dead or alive. People know, why can't he chase other men?
When he was thinking about it, Qu Cheng had already opened the door and walked in. Xu Xinnian recovered and stretched out his hand to him, "Brother Cheng, here."
Qu Cheng raised his eyebrows and walked over to wipe out the cigarette butts, "Manager Xu came really early, I'm late."
"No, I'm here early." Xu Xinnian smiled, picked up his coffee pot and poured a cup for Qu Cheng and pushed it over. "It's cold outside, isn't it? See your clothes are wet. Drink some warmth first. a bit."
He was wearing a light gray sweater with two small pink pointed collars. When pushing the cup over, he slightly raised his waist, revealing a section of the snow-white back waist in the low-waisted pants. The seemingly unconscious movements, words and deeds, carefully pondered It's quite interesting.
Qu Cheng has been wandering for so many years, Yangchun Baixue under Liba people, what kind of people have never seen, you can know who thinks about him at a glance.
"You don't need coffee anymore. I don't like these Western things very much." Qu Cheng didn't even glance at the coffee, and waved his hand, "Waiter, come to a cup of scented tea."