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After Yang Zhen finished eating the apples, he took his bag and went to the balcony. He sneaked out early to eat, but leaving the office does not mean that he is off work, and he has to work for a few more hours.

It is annoying to call after 8 o'clock. During overtime hours, Yang Zhen is usually doing the work of collecting customers and returning visits. The computer is much more convenient, but in order to participate in Quanwei's dinner, he can only I use my cell phone.

Quan Wei went to the bathroom and came out, and the person he wanted to tease started to get busy. From his angle, he could only see Yang Zhen's side profile, with his back straight and his head bowed, and he was lying on the table, writing and drawing intently.

Quan Wei suddenly felt very at ease in his heart, maybe someone was pressing on his heart, forming an invisible weight.

Normally, after they had a meal, each of them would occupy a space and have nothing to do with each other, but the pattern would change from this meal onwards.

For the sake of entanglement in the future, now it is necessary to entangle with seemingly inadvertent but active efforts. Quan Wei, who just did it, moved a bunch of things and squeezed over to join in the fun.

The coffee table for two is rarely full. Yang Zhen raised his head and saw Quan Wei putting things on the table, such as computers, mobile phones, notebooks and pens, and a desk lamp. He was a little puzzled and said, "Why did you come out?"

Quan Wei sat down, and immediately felt that the rattan chair was a bit soft, suitable for lying down, and it was not good for long-term office use, and it was cluttered, and writing in this environment would definitely cause myopia.He vaguely heard a sense of unwelcome, so he looked at Yang Zhen and said, "I can't come out?"

"No," Yang Zhen said, the hot air he exhaled was blown away by the wind, "it's a bit cold here."

Quan Wei didn't feel it when he first arrived. He was holding the plug and was about to bend over to the power strip. Hearing this, he glanced at Yang Zhen's clothes and found that he was still dressed in autumn clothes. This made Quan Wei suddenly realize that Yang Zhen seemed to be Few clothes.

Maybe we should find some time to go shopping, Quan Wei thought about how to make an appointment, and said: "Liang, you are still sitting here blowing, the chair in the room is broken or something?"

Since the end of summer, Yang Zhen has been sitting here and working overtime. The body feeling that he has practiced step by step is more resistant to the cold. He smiled and said: "No, I am not cold. The air here is better. I mean, you just got the needle and blow it outside. The cold wind is not good."

It turned out that he was thinking for him, Quan Wei lost all opinions, connected the wires and turned on the desk lamp comfortably, and said richly: "It doesn't matter, my clothes are windproof."

Okay, your clothes are high-end, and you can earn money if you can stay a little longer. Yang Zhen dragged the table decorations and cups to his side, and gave him most of the table: "OK , then you are busy, go in early when you are done."

However, Quan Wei has nothing to be busy at all. He only came here because he felt that Yang Zhen was lonely and lonely by working overtime alone. Flip across the page.

Yang Zhen is busy here every day, but this day Quan Wei disrupted his plan, and from time to time he wanted to raise his head to confirm his presence.

Quan Wei didn't know when he nestled crookedly into the chair. In order to hold down the mouse, his arm was stretched out, one leg was still stepping on the edge of the chair, and his knee protruded out of the table indecently, giving people a lazy and comfortable feeling. a feeling of.

Yang Zhen suddenly felt that if there was another bowl of warm wine and two small cups on the table, the scene and atmosphere would be the standard configuration for their heart-to-heart talks in the Central Plains.

When he didn't realize it and didn't know how many times he saw it, Quan Wei suddenly raised his eyelids, and caught Yang Zhen's gaze with a tacit understanding.

The ambiguity is like the fragrance of golden osmanthus in late autumn, and they are caught off guard and throw each other's heads and faces when they are close to a certain distance.

Lighting with beautifying effects and lover filters are used together. At that moment, the two feel very different in their hearts. They both feel that this moment is very long, while the other party is like a sweet dream that should not be disturbed.

Quan Wei's Adam's apple rolled, but only the air was swallowed, his eyes couldn't stop staring, but he said hypocritically in his heart: Don't look at me like that, be careful that I can't hold myself back and kiss you!

Yang Zhen may have accepted his "maliciousness", and finally couldn't help but take the lead to look away. He struggled to pull out a thread called excuses from his heartbeat-disturbed mind, and tapped lightly with the pen holder He knocked on the table and said, "Is it convenient for Fang? I have something to tell you."

Quan Wei heaved a sigh of relief, but felt a little regretful and pity for this gangster who didn't succeed: "It's convenient, what's wrong?"

Yang Zhen was very grateful that he had just been fed an apple by Quanwei in the kitchen and lost his IQ. He was so dazed that he forgot to mention Qin Ruxu's begging for rent. Said: "It's the owner of the list I'm talking to. Her house has been put up for sale. She will be discharged from the hospital next week. I want to find a house that can be rented. Let me ask if there is any suitable one here?"

Quan Wei immediately remembered that the owner of the house was a woman, surnamed Qin, who was also Yang Zhen's benefactor.

That time when they went to see the house and met Wang Li, Quan Wei wanted to raise the price. Yang Zhen would rather die than follow him, and Quan Wei still remembered how he condemned him with his eyes. He instinctively didn't want Yang Zhen to be with this Qin The lady had too much contact, and immediately said: "Only she can see if it is suitable. You can ask her to contact me directly."

"I think so too," Yang Zhen looked at him and smiled, "I'm just afraid that you don't want to answer calls from strangers, so I think I should tell you before I do."

This logic is enough to respect him, and Quan Wei said, "Yes, you can give it to her."

Yang Zhen nodded lightly, and Quan Wei said as if thinking of something again: "Did you charge her agency fee?"

The idiot Yang Zhen shook his head, and Quan Wei complained as expected: "I don't accept this or that, what will you eat later?"

"It's not easy to collect," Yang Zhen said in detail. "There are people I know on the one hand, and you on the other. They have to pay the money to the agency. Forget it, anyway, the commission for renting a house is not much."

Quan Wei saw that half of his considerations were for the sake of protecting his own interests, so he didn't say anything, anyway, it's a done deal, and he's thinking about Yang Zhen now, could he be so hungry?

Today's real estate real estate has been scanned, and I circled a few to see it starting tomorrow. I have nothing to do at the moment, and I can go to bed and sleep, but Yang Zhen still clicks on his phone and writes down a note in his notebook. You can't sleep together, but you can sleep together.

Quan Wei pushed down the computer that was in the way, and asked Yang Zhen across the table: "How much do you have to get? Do you want me to help you?"

Yang Zhen felt that there was something wrong with him being really amiable today, but this happened to be what he expected. He smiled a little touched and said, "It's almost there. Go wash when you're done. I'll take over after washing."

What shift do you take? Let's wash together.

Quan Wei wasn't brave enough to blatantly speak yellow accents, put away the computer and notebook with an "Okay" sound, turned around and entered the folding door.

"I didn't take the desk lamp," Yang Zhen reminded him from behind.

Quan Wei had already entered the bedroom, and a voice came from inside: "I'll use it for you, it's dark outside, be careful of myopia."

The dried lotus pod on the table cast a flower-like shadow on the paper under the light of the desk lamp. Yang Zhen felt warm in his heart. He sat for a while, traced the outline of the shadow with a signature pen, and then Write a sentence next to it.

The old man gave me the spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River and a plum tree on the high platform in the morning and evening.

After eating dinner like this for two days, Quan Wei's culinary skills improved slightly, that is, the dishes rebounded from four dishes and one soup to three dishes.

Even so, Yang Zhen felt that he had taken too much advantage, and on the way back every day, he would ask Quan Wei if he wanted any fruit and if there was any daily necessities at home.

Quan Wei usually doesn’t buy anything, and when he buys it, he will store up a pile. There is basically everything in the house, except for things that are not commonly used like coffee mates, which are about to bottom out.

Quan Wei only thinks about making a cup of coffee when he uses the computer for a long time. He went to the drawer to find something empty in the afternoon, and happened to meet Yang Zhen who was showing his hospitality, so he immediately flirted in the dialog box: I'm back Time to bring me a partner.

There are so many friends in thick soup and grains, how does Yang Zhen know what he wants, and asks in WeChat: What partner?

Quan Wei plays tricks: You guess.

Yang Zhen: Can't guess.

Quan Wei: Then you come back empty-handed.

You are not a partner.

Yang Zhen didn't react, and asked persistently: Stop playing, tell me, what do you want?

Quan Wei: Coffee.

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Ever since Quan Wei twisted his waist, neither of them closed the bedroom door. After getting up today, Quan Wei crossed his legs against the door of Yang Zhen's room, watched for 2 minutes and still didn't go in.

Rather than sneaking in like a thief and peeping at Yang Zhen still sleeping, he would rather push him against the wall when he is clear-headed.

The problem is that it's useless to be cowarded, and you can only stare blankly when you go in. Yang Zhen's sleep has always been very light, and he woke up before he touched it, so after careful consideration, Quan Wei decided not to add burden to the sponge body in a certain place.

He should have had some degrading dreams last night, and when he woke up, his erection was only one step away from ejaculation, but unfortunately, Quan Wei didn't remember the dreams, so he didn't have much memory.

After washing up, he went downstairs, during which time Yang Zhen was woken up by the alarm clock, saw that the house was empty, thought that Quan Wei had gone out, but when he finished packing, the man appeared again with breakfast.

Soon the two were at the dinner table, Quan Wei added a large spoonful of sugar to his porridge, and then asked Yang Zhen with the spoon in hand, "Do you want it?"

It was the first time Yang Zhen saw someone eating sweet porridge with pickles, and he picked up the bowl in a respectful and insensitive manner, expressing his rejection with practical actions.

The TV in the living room was turned on, and the sound was turned up by Quan Wei. The announcer’s voice came into the dining room, saying that there was a typhoon landed along the coast, and the cold air was about to move northward, reminding the general public to pay attention to keeping warm.

Quan Wei's chopsticks paused in the pickle bowl, and immediately put shopping on the agenda: "Are you going to work overtime tonight?"

It was supposed to be added on its own initiative, but because Quan Wei was asking this question, Yang Zhen hesitated for a moment and then turned a blind eye: "Not sure, what's wrong?"

"I don't want you to accompany me to the shopping mall," Quan Wei said nonsense with his eyes open, "I don't have any winter clothes."

Yang Zhencai really didn’t have it. The original body may have been reincarnated from a polar bear. The thickest clothes left to him were fleece jackets. Yang Zhen originally had to add winter clothes. Hearing this, he wanted to agree very much, and resisted with difficulty with the remaining self-motivation Said: "It will be a little late when I get off work, why don't you ask Shaoning to accompany you?"

In order to disturb the great cause, Quan Wei had no choice but to abandon the old iron like a bag, and he said solemnly: "I have a different aesthetic from him."

Yang Zhen glanced at the spider web on the chest of his jacket, and said to himself that my aesthetics is different from yours, but this kind of weird clothes are suitable for Quanwei, maybe he doesn’t go to work, so he doesn’t need to be so strict, There is a kind of sloppy temperament that is hard to capture.

Yang Zhen was silent for a while, and finally was confused by the intimate action of buying clothes together.

The two made an appointment to meet after get off work. After dinner, Quan Wei went to get an injection, and drove Yang Zhen to the subway entrance. After Yang Zhen arrived at the store, he did morning exercises and held a meeting before returning to his seat to give Zhou Aiguo Call for feedback.

Zhou Aiguo heard that the landlord insisted on not lowering the price, so he asked indifferently: "Xiao Yang, I have a question to ask you, besides conveying information between me and the head of the household, what other work do you do as an intermediary? "

Yang Zhen actually understood what he was talking about, and complained that he was not strong enough in persuasion and failed to meet the buyer's requirements, but he pretended not to understand and threw the question back: "No, I have not been in the industry for a long time. If there are things that have not been done well or are deficient, please point out and make suggestions, and I will definitely make positive corrections.”

Zhou Aiguo didn't hear a bad word, which shows that Yang Zhen has a sense of propriety, knows what not to say, and those who don't easily offend people are smart people, and the reason why Yang Zhen can't succeed is that he is too straight, honest and honest In this era, it has almost become synonymous with fools.

"No, you are sincere, and you have done a very good job of that," Zhou Aiguo said, "but the intermediary should not just be a mouthpiece. You have to facilitate the sale so that everyone can benefit from each other. Otherwise, no matter how sincere you are, you will not be good." No use, you're just wasting all of our time."

Yang Zhen obviously felt offended, and he didn't speak for a while in order to hold down his temper.

"Time that doesn't see results is wasted. I agree with that, and I'm eager to get the deal done, but in my opinion, at this stage of the housing transaction, the agent should just be a mouthpiece. The current The price is the psychological price of the householder. You can inspect the quality of the house casually. It is worth the price. If I find a way to lower the price, you will never look for me when you sell the house yourself. Do you think I am right? ?”

Zhou Aiguo was silent for a while, then hung up the phone after speaking, "I regret that this cooperation was not successful."

Yang Zhen was a little disappointed, but this result was also within his expectations.

Unbeknownst to him, the agency agent of Hexing had fooled Wang Li into making him make up his mind to buy it sooner rather than later. Wang Li was asking a friend to borrow this disaster-stricken down payment to increase the amount, depending on the situation. Shan seems to be on the road.

Before Quan Wei took the needle, he took a recent photo of the needle head and was going to send it to Yang Zhen. This is probably what all young people who fall in love will do. They increase and create common topics by sharing trivial matters.

But before posting, he accidentally saw the time, and quit the album again, and then Quan Wei endured for a whole day, and did not talk to Yang Zhen. This restrained behavior turned out to be a big mistake, but his pursuit just started , Many footprints are crooked.

During this period of time, Quan Wei feels that he can be free anytime, anywhere, but Yang Zhen works 9 in the morning and 9 in the evening and 6 days a week, Quan Wei thinks about it, and thinks that he should let him go during working hours.

Just after 7 o'clock, Yang Zhen received the news that Quan Wei had arrived, so he quickly put the phone and documents into his bag.

Because it will be Double 11 in a few days, many single young people at the workstations are happily ordering chocolates and roses.

Yang Zhen has been active in walking these two days. A colleague who was walking by the aisle saw that he was leaving in a hurry, and when he was too busy, he teased him and asked him if he was going on a date with his girlfriend because he was so active.

Yang Zhen thought it was nothing at first when he heard this, but when he saw Quan Wei's car when he left the store, his face immediately became a little hot. There is no girlfriend, only a boy, friend.