Yan Gou

Cen Ge glanced down at the time on the phone, stood up, and threw the paper bag back into Jiang Bailu's arms, "Give me back the clothes after washing."

Jiang Bailu hugged his clothes and raised his head slightly, "Where are you going?"

Cengo didn't even look at him, "Go back to the company."

Jiang Bailu got up, pushed the door out of the Starbucks, and subconsciously narrowed his eyes when they met the bright sunlight.When he came back to his senses, Cengo had already removed the ticket in front of the car, bent down and sat in the driver's seat.He walked to the front of the car with the paper bag in his arms, raised his hand and tapped the window glass lightly.

The window glass of the driver's seat fell down, Cengo glanced at him casually, "What else do you want?"

Jiang Bailu put the paper bag at his feet, leaned over the window sill, and was very close to the man in the driver's seat, with a sincere expression, "I forgot to bring my wallet when I went out, so Mr. Cen will give me a ride if you are on the way."

Cengo's gaze crossed the time again, and he turned his face to reject him, "It's not going well."

Jiang Bailu pursed his lips, said oh, and pressed his hands on the window sill as if he was about to exit, but in the next second, he stretched his neck abruptly, leaned towards the other party's chin and kissed him, and then quickly exited the car with a smile on his face. Waving to Cengo, "Go slowly."

Cengo couldn't see any emotion in Shen Shen's eyes, but he didn't raise his hand to wipe the touched place on his chin.He raised his hand to lift the car window, and swept his tight crotch expressionlessly, not to mention how angry he was, but he felt a little weird for no reason.

In the past twenty years, no one has ever been able to make him lose control like Jiang Bailu.

What's more, he probably didn't like the other party much.

He started the car and squeezed into the passing traffic. When he glanced at the rearview mirror, he saw Jiang Bailu still squatting in place, concentrating on playing with his mobile phone.Cen Ge looked away, stopped slowly at the red light intersection, and noticed a new text message on his phone——

"The clothes are not returned. You have so many clothes, so you don't need this one."

Cengo raised his eyelids again, and Jiang Bailu's figure in the rearview mirror had shrunk into a small dot.The straight lane is still on red light, but the right-turn arrow has jumped to green.The vehicles around him started to flow, and Cengo frowned slightly. Finally, he turned the steering wheel, turned from the straight lane into the right lane, and turned into the street on the right.

Jiang Bailu clicked on the taxi app on his phone, and it took about half an hour from Beijing University to their home.The glare of the sun hits the phone, and the screen, which has been adjusted to the maximum brightness, is still unclear.Jiang Bailu raised one hand to cover the phone, but the sound of a whistle came from above his head.

Jiang Bailu looked up lazily, but saw the Land Rover that was supposed to leave parked on the side of the road, the man lowered the window, his face was indifferent.

"No way, you still drove back to ask me for clothes?" He raised his eyebrows in a little surprise, "What kind of clothes are so precious? Did they come from your mother, or from your little lover?"

Cen Ge couldn't bear to play tricks on him, so he urged: "Why are you pretending to be stupid? Don't get in the car yet."

Jiang Bailu grinned, picked up the paper bag and got up, just touched the door handle of the co-pilot's door with his finger, then retracted, "Am I in the co-pilot or in the back seat?"

Cengo sneered, "You've already put your hands on the car door, you don't know whether to sit in the passenger seat or the back seat?"

Jiang Bailu listened without blushing, opened the passenger door swiftly, bent over and sat in.The movement naturally opened the small drawer, and while searching for the disc, he asked, "Which one do you want to listen to?"

Cen Ge showed displeasure, "Jiang Bailu, didn't your mother teach you not to leave other people's things carelessly?" His voice fell, and when he met Jiang Bailu's eyes, he remembered that it seemed that not long ago, he once There have been conversations like this.

He was inexplicably annoyed, but Jiang Bailu reminded him nonchalantly, as if he wanted to repeat the conversation that night, "I think I should have said it, but you may not remember it anymore, my mother has already—"

Cengo interrupted him, feeling that Jiang Bailu wasn't as indifferent as he showed on his face, and abruptly changed the topic, "Don't break my disc."

Jiang Bailu froze for a second, then raised his lips and smiled.

"What are you thinking?" Cengo frowned, followed by a smile that was not a smile, his voice was low but flat, "If you think I'm being considerate of you, then I advise you to get rid of this idea as soon as possible."

Jiang Bailu didn't seem to notice the second half of the man's words. He raised the CD with a fancy cover in his hand, and said in a brisk and calm tone, "I'm laughing at you."

Zen Ge looked up at him.

"I thought," Jiang Bailu withdrew his previous smile and changed into a surprised tone: "You should like music works like Sarasate's "Song of the Vagabond" or Saint-Saëns' "Introduction and Roundabout". did not think of--"

He hesitated for a second, "I didn't expect that you would also listen to these popular songs that are only played in small street shops in China."