Yan Gou

Jiang Bailu rubbed his ears, which were a little hot from Cengo's breathing, but did not speak.

The man didn't bother to listen to what he had thought up later, so he stretched out his other hand and touched his body from top to bottom.Finally, he felt Jiang Bailu's wallet in his trousers pocket through the fabric.He paused slightly, and his wide palm was about to slide into Jiang Bailu's trouser pocket.

Jiang Bailu quickly held him down, feeling a little nervous, "What are you doing?"

"Want to do it?" The man deliberately misinterpreted his meaning, his tone was low and playful, "You can do it if you want to, just give me the photo first."

Jiang Bailu: "..."

He still tensed his shoulders and did not relax, "I can give you the photo, but please take your hands away first."

When Cengo withdrew his hand, he withdrew the other arm around his neck and snorted coldly: "Is there something shameful in the wallet that makes you so nervous? It can't be—" He clicked his tongue lightly , "You don't still have pictures of your ex-boyfriend in your wallet?"

When he said this, the man first became dissatisfied with himself, and squinted his eyes in displeasure and asked, "Jiang Bailu, you fucking put my photo and your ex-boyfriend's photo together? Are you looking for death? ?”

Jiang Bailu didn't say yes or no, he just asked, "Is there any question?"

Cengo cursed in a low voice with a cold face, "What's the problem? You asked me to fuck you and you still have a photo of your ex-boyfriend?"

Jiang Bailu raised the corners of his lips, "Do you mind? Why did you—"

Cengo raised his eyelids expressionlessly, as if guessing what he was going to say, he interrupted him very quickly, "I don't mind. There is no reason. I don't like you."

Jiang Bailu: "..."

"In this case, I think you should feel happy." He shrugged, showing a joyful smile as if asking for credit, "After all, I put your photo on top of my ex-boyfriend's photo."

Cengo: "..."

The man stared at him with a cold face, with a low-pressure expression that was about to rain.

Jiang Bailu coughed lightly, and finally stopped joking, and apologized honestly: "I'm just kidding, there are no photos of my ex-boyfriend or anyone else in my wallet. Only yours."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Bailu took out a small photo from the transparent interlayer of the wallet, then turned the wallet over in his hand, and handed it under Cengo's eyes for him to check.Glancing at Cengo's face for the last time, he said flatteringly, "Look, there isn't one."

Cengo glanced at his wallet, but said nothing.Instead, he reached out and took the three-inch photo, and glanced at it with lowered eyes.In the photo, he was lying on the bed and sleeping. The time was probably before dawn, or the curtains in the room were drawn tightly, so the lighting was not good.The background of the room was dark, but the outline of his face was clear.

It looks like a fun room in a bar. Although the room layout and furnishings are dark and blurry in the photos, there is a faint sense of familiarity.It was secretly photographed in the suite upstairs at the moment of Spring Festival that day.

Cengo pursed his lips, threw the small photo into his shirt pocket, and said unquestionably: "Confiscated." At the end, he still added with an unhappy expression, "Don't take photos of me privately in the future."

Jiang Bailu gave an obedient ooh, and suddenly stepped forward, stretched out his hand and gently pulled the tie on the man's chest in his hand, and asked nonchalantly, "Is it okay now?"

Cengo frowned inexplicably, "What can I do?"

"I've already given you the photo." Jiang Bailu bit her lips that could not stop rising, with anticipation on her face, "Can I do it?"

Cengo: "..."

Two minutes later, Cengo opened the box door and picked up his suit jacket hanging on the hanger by the door, exchanged a few words with Director Chen and left.Although Director Chen felt regretful, he could only watch the man leave, and then asked belatedly, "Tong Wei, where is the young master Jiang who ate with you? Why hasn't he come back for so long?"

Tong Wei withdrew her gaze from watching Cengo leave, and answered with a smile in a calm manner: "I think he's in a bit of a hurry to leave first."

Cengo drove the car out of the parking lot of the Japanese grocery store. Jiang Bailu sat in the co-pilot, fiddled with his mobile phone, and asked, "Which hotel do you want to book?"

Cen Ge said directly: "Go directly to Chunxiao Moment, this place is close to Chunxiao Moment."

Jiang Bailu froze for a second, then slowly shook his head and said, "No, I won't go."

Cengo parked the car on the side of the road impatiently, and gave him a weird look, "It's just a place to sleep, there's nothing to choose."

"Except for the moment of spring night, you can go anywhere." Jiang Bailu resolutely said, after thinking about it for a while, he made up with a good temper, "Even if you want to go to a small hotel that costs a few dozen yuan a night, I will do it." No comment."

Cengo glanced at him sideways, "Even if you want to go, I won't go."

"Then why not—" Jiang Bailu dragged his voice and said slowly, "Why don't you go to my house?"

Cengo didn't speak, and lowered his eyes to ponder for a moment, "Where is your home?"

"It's in the villa complex in the northern suburbs of the city." He added, "Not far from your alma mater."

Cengo: "You live alone?"

Jiang Bailu: "No, I live with my dad."

Cengo: "So, your father is not at home?"

Jiang Bailu: "No, my dad will go home after get off work at night."

"Your father is at home, do you still dare to bring a man back?" Cen Ge frowned in disgust, "Or, you used to do this often, and your father doesn't care about you?"

"Of course not." He immediately retorted, showing a nice smile, and focused his eyes on Cengo, "You are the first one. This is," he paused slightly, as if he was talking about something extraordinary Usually, there is a soft smile between the brows and the eyes, "This is the treatment that my poor ex-boyfriend never enjoyed."

Cengo was not moved at all, instead he snorted coldly.

Jiang Bailu pursed his lips and looked at him with puzzled eyes.

"The reason why your ex-boyfriend didn't enjoy this kind of treatment," Cengo said blankly, "isn't it because he is an American?"

Jiang Bailu froze for a second, stared at the leather base in silence for a while, and finally said hesitantly, "Not all of them. He...he is actually a Chinese-American mixed race."

Cen Ge raised his eyebrows, showing displeasure, "So this is the truth about the so-called love at first sight?"

"Not really. How should I put it?" Jiang Bailu thought about it seriously, "In fact, I have always felt that being a mixed race gives me a different feeling than other people. To sum it up, it can be regarded as an irresistible attraction. Right. But at the end of the day," Jiang Bailu rolled his eyes, "it comes down to the fact that it's hard for them to be pretty. After all, Yangou can't resist any good-looking people."

Cengo sneered, noncommittal.His subordinates did not hesitate to move, and started the car again, driving into the traffic passing through the middle of the road.

Jiang Bailu realized, "Where is this going?"

Cengo's tone was flat, and there was no hint of teasing in his eyes: "It's a spring night."

Jiang Bailu: "..."