Yan Gou

Within two days, Jiang Bailu's father came back from abroad. Jiang Bailu packed his luggage and went home.When Mr. Jiang went on a business trip, he sent his aunt back home for vacation.The refrigerator was empty, neither father nor son knew how to cook, so they could only order takeaway.

While waiting for the takeaway, Mr. Jiang sat in the living room boldly and asked him: "Why do you suddenly want to go back to China? Where's your boyfriend? Didn't come back with you?"

Jiang Bailu was stunned for a second.When he graduated from university that year, he was still looking for his boyfriend who seemed to have evaporated all over the world, and he searched for two full years.He didn't tell his father the truth, he only lied that he wanted to stay in the United States for another two years.

He waved his hand indifferently, "It's divided."

"Split?" Mr. Jiang glanced at him suspiciously, "When did you split up? Didn't you get tired of it a few years ago? You were called back at the end of each year, but you didn't come back, saying that no one would accompany your boyfriend for the New Year."

Jiang Bailu: "..."

Jiang Bailu: "It's all happened so many years ago, and it was divided before returning to China."

Mr. Jiang nodded, "Okay, it should be done sooner. The gringo is open-minded, and he loves messing with men and women if he doesn't like anything else. Later, if you come back from him with some kind of disease, you will be there by then." When crying."

Jiang Bailu: "..."

Jiang Bailu smelled something unusual in his words, narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "Mr. Jiang, you didn't say that a few years ago. You kept asking me about his family background and asked me to send photos to look."

Mr. Jiang coughed lightly, and said in a rough voice, "It's not that old Liang guy. I recently found out that you are coming back, so I keep asking about you."

Jiang Bailu said: "Why do you ask me? They don't have a girl in their family."

Mr. Jiang: "I don't have a girl, but I have a son."

Jiang Bailu: "..."

"Your father and I will speak first. Old Liang asked me to ask you about this matter. Whether you agree or not, I will not interfere with your decision." President Jiang cut to the chase.

"Lao Liang's son came out of the closet with Lao Liang and the others years ago, but he has never found a partner. Lao Liang thought, instead of letting his son go out to find an unknown boyfriend, it is better to come and ask You. Especially in the past two years, our company has cooperated more and more with Lao Liang's family. If we can get married, we will be able to support each other better."

Jiang Bailu let out an oh, didn't say yes, but didn't say no, he just said ambiguously: "Then, let's see and see first."

The news of Jiang Bailu's return to China quickly spread in the high school group, and his high school friends invited him out to meet.Jiang Bailu happily went to the appointment, and had dinner with a few friends he hadn't seen for many years at a hot pot restaurant.The teenagers who laughed and scolded, passed answers to each other, and covered each other in the classroom, are now sitting in front of them in good clothes and calmly, which is embarrassing.

After the dinner party, the young single men went to the bar to renew their stalls.When Jiang Bailu was in high school, he liked to hang out with the crane tail in his class.

Most of those people are students from well-to-do families who come in through the back door.Now most of them have inherited the family business, and they are doing well in the circle.Those high-end gold selling caves in Sijiu City can be seen clearly.Without saying a word, he drove him to Chunxiao Moment.

Chunxiao Moment is the name of the bar, and the guests who go in are either rich or expensive, and the Black Diamond membership card is hard to find.When the group arrived at the bar, it happened that there was a masquerade in the bar. Jiang Bailu picked out a mask and put it on his face, and followed them inside.

The dim and ambiguous colored lights are intertwined, passing by many figures like a dragonfly on water, and the colorful masks on their faces fall into the pupils with flamboyance, and the sexy and hoarse singing voices come from all directions, drilling into the ears and hearts, Sneak into the pores on the surface of the skin to paralyze and bewitch the brain and consciousness of the guests.The air was filled with the strong smell of strong alcohol and the breath of ecstasy.

The men in leather and leather shoes picked up a glass of cocktails from the tray, and when they turned around to ask, they couldn't find Jiang Bailu in the surging crowd.

Ceng Ge came to an appointment with a business partner, and his boss booked a private room in advance, but when he heard that there was a masquerade ball today, he decided to replace the private room with a booth.The bar manager sent someone over to accompany the drink, and the young companions wearing white rabbit masks lined up.

The greasy and rich boss said politely: "Boss Cen first please."

In the past, in front of those business partners, Cengo often put his arms around the handsome and delicious boys and acted on every occasion.He leaned lazily on the sofa and looked away casually, "Let's be the first one."

The boy who was selected came over with a charming posture, and sat down on the man's lap in a familiar manner.Cengo raised one leg indifferently, but the other party paused slightly, so he could only retreat and sit beside him.

The boss on the opposite side asked the young masters to take off their masks, and after carefully looking at their faces, he chose the one he liked.The young master who accompanied the wine sat down, and the boss stretched out his hand to hug him into his arms, touched the delicate skin that pinched the water out of the other person, and then raised his head to signal the people around Cengo, "Don't pour the wine for Boss Cen yet."

The masked young host poured the wine obediently, then raised the wine glass, brought it to Cengo's lips, and said with a soft breath, "Mr. Cen, shall I feed you a drink?"

Cengo didn't take the glass of wine, instead he stretched out two slender fingers, pressed against his chin, and chuckled lightly, "Go and book a suite upstairs for me."

The young master who accompanied the wine was overjoyed, quickly put down the wine glass in his hand, got up and left.

The boss, who was having a hot fight with the young master in his arms, spoke ambiguously: "Boss Cen, you didn't even take off your mask, so you fell in love with it?"

Cen Ge put his legs down without changing his expression, "Some things can be felt without looking."

As soon as the words were finished, the accompanying young master finished his work and came back.Also wearing a black shirt with a white rabbit mask on his face.After walking over, he turned sideways, sat down on Cengo's lap, and put his hands on Cengo's neck obediently.

The boss on the other side shot his gaze over, looking at the person on Cengo's lap from beginning to end, and finally landed on the upturned buttocks of the young accompanist, and smiled deeply, "Boss Cen has a good eye."

Cengo took advantage of the situation and stretched out his hand to wrap around the waist of the hostess young master, while his other hand sank under the other's shirt, pinched the other's thin waist, and gently kneaded it.While kneading, he hummed and said with a smile: "The waist is quite soft."

Hearing this, the young master accompanying the wine let go of his hands, bent down to pick up the glass of wine at the table, slightly lifted the mask on his face, brought his lips to the edge of the glass, and took a sip of the wine with his head raised.Then he put down the glass of wine, and moved his lips slightly to Cengo's lips, intending to give the wine to Cengo with his lips.

Cengo frowned unhappily, and stretched out his hand to pinch the other's cheek heavily, "Have you washed it clean? Your mouth."

The hostess was pinched immobile by him, the red wine in his mouth overflowed from the corner of his lips, trickled down his fair skin, flowed over his tight jaw and beautiful collarbone, and finally sank into his shirt collar inside.

The boss' gaze also followed from the corner of his lips to the neckline of his shirt, and finally became blurred and intoxicated, "Mr. Cen doesn't like it? Since you don't like it, why don't you give it to me?"

Cengo let go of his hand, and put his other hand down from the young host's waist, and put it on the back of the sofa.

The boss pushed away the person in his arms, narrowed his eyes into slits, got up and grabbed the wrist of the hostess young master, dragging the person towards him with a bit of impatience.

Cengo looked away indifferently, and when he saw a person a few steps away, his amber pupils froze slightly.

The little boy who accompanied the wine in a black shirt and a white rabbit mask stood there blankly, holding a room card of the suite in his hand.