crybaby

"...Hello, the phone you dialed is off, please try again later!"

Xu Yan frowned. Lu Jian's company had already called several times, but the answer he received was that he was not at work, and even his mobile phone was turned off.

"Lu Jian, what game are you playing?" Looking back at the sleeping man lying on his bed, his slender fingers stroked his pale face that made people feel distressed, "Why are you willing to hurt him?"

Feng Ye opened his eyes in a daze, met a handsome face, blinked, suddenly woke up and jumped up, but the headache after a hangover made him immediately kneel down on the bed.

"I'm so happy, Xiaoye sees me so excited." Someone couldn't help teasing shamelessly.

The headache subsided, Feng Ye felt no discomfort in his body, so he sat down and rubbed his forehead, and the best way to deal with the hooligan is to ignore him!

Xu Yan suppressed his smile, the person on the bed looked so amused, "Come on, have a glass of water first, what do you want for breakfast?"

Feng Ye was really uncomfortable, so he took the water and drank it, but he really didn't have any appetite and shook his head, "I'll go back first, thank you for helping me celebrate my birthday last night."

"Since I want to thank you, my mouth is not sincere, I want your body more~" Xu Yan leaned forward, slapping his fingers vaguely on the back like a frightened little rabbit, "Also, you are already my body now." My lover, this is where you live, where do you want to go back? Xiaoye?"

By the way, I promised Ah Jian!Feng Ye's face turned pale, and his whole body trembled unconsciously, Ah Jian didn't want him anymore, Ah Jian said he was going to get married, he said he wanted to carry on the family line, and he said that for the sake of the contract, he promised him to help him!

"Xiao Ye, what's wrong with you? Why is your face so bad? Are you feeling unwell? Are you hungry? Why are your hands so cold?"

Xu Yan stepped forward, but he clearly felt Feng Ye's retreat, the reason can be imagined, he got off the bed helplessly, raised his hand high, "ok, ok, unless you agree, I will never touch you in the future, ok?"

The other party stared at him in disbelief, Xu Yan admitted defeat and promised, "I swear! However, you can no longer meet with Lu Jian, and I don't want to see you feel sorry for him again, do you understand?"

Feng Ye lowered his head and nodded his chin after a long time.

The atmosphere was always sad, which made Xu Yan feel like he was a bully who forcibly demolished the loving couple, so he couldn't help coughing immediately.

"However, I was the one who celebrated Xiao Ye's birthday last night, and I didn't take advantage of others. I have been taking care of you until now, but I didn't even eat breakfast. Xiao Ye, don't you do something to express it?"

A certain man is very shameless and begs for favors. Feng Ye has been a househusband for a long time, and his scheming index is quite negative. Naturally, he can't deal with it. After much deliberation, he finally decided, "Then I'll make you breakfast. "

"...Okay." It seems that there is still a long way to go for a physical relationship, but he thinks he will get a French kiss anyway, but there is no rush, he wants to know Feng Ye more...

Feng Ye walked out of the room and looked around. This is a duplex building, transparent from north to south, the curtains on the windows are light blue, and small emerald green potted plants are planted on the window rails. The interior design is also warm and bright.

"How is it? It feels like home, right? This will be Xiaoye's home from now on, no, it's me and Xiaoye's home." Xu Yan said beside him, Feng Ye showed a sad smirk blankly, and his thoughts drifted to five years ago……

"Do you like it here?" Lu Jian leaned against the gate with his chest in his arms.

The handsome man who has just established a relationship with his lover just looked at this two-bedroom house with one living room implicitly. It is only about [-] square meters, but it is still very suitable for two people to live in.

Looking back at the man who looked a little tired because he was looking for a job and a house recently, Feng Ye shyly pursed his lower lip and whispered, "If we live together, will we go too fast..."

"Do you like it?" the handsome man by the door interrupted him and asked again.

"Hi... I like it!" Feng Ye hurriedly replied but didn't dare to say anything else.

The man came over and stroked his soft hair, "You like me, but I don't know much about you, let's live together, Feng Ye, let me know you better."

……

But for five whole years, Ah Jian, don’t you know how much I love you? Up to now, it’s actually because I don’t understand you

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"Xiao Ye, you are amazing, this pancake is so delicious!" Xu Yan was a little surprised that Feng Ye has such a skill.

"That's what Ah Jian taught me."

"...That's right, by the way, Xiao Ye, do you want to work?"

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"Yesterday's restaurant is mine. If you don't want to be there as a pastry master, your cooking is really good." It was so delicious, Xu Yan couldn't help but take another bite, and gave Feng Ye a thumbs up.

"...Can I?" Feng Ye felt that he was going through the back door.

"Believe me, Xiaoye, I am very demanding, but your craftsmanship is beyond my imagination! And sometimes, people have to work hard to start again."

Indeed, if he told himself not to think about Lu Jian, Feng Ye agreed, "Then... good."

"But today you rest at home for a day, and go to work tomorrow in the best condition, okay? I will send you there tomorrow!"

"Um."

"I need to go to the company today, Xiaoye, would you like to open some, I will not treat you badly, and I will treat you very well, treat the road as the past, and I will accompany you in the future!"

Feng Ye watched Xu Yan go out and close the door, and walked back to the kitchen. There was still a piece of fried pancake on the plate, he picked it up and put it into his mouth with sourness...

Five years ago, the first morning of living together, the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" A voice sounded from behind Feng Ye, his body froze, and he turned around in embarrassment.

Lu Jian frowned, and swept a large bowl of wet flour, and there was a book "Chinese Breakfast Pastry" beside the stove.

I probably understand it in my heart.

"I'm sorry, I thought...but..." Feng Ye said with his head downcast.

Lu Jian took the book and turned a few pages, put it down, and then poured the dry flour on the side into a large bowl. His slender fingers deftly kneaded the flour into a dough, then sprinkled some dry flour on the chopping board, and rolled the dough into a dough Sheet thin noodles, sprinkle with salt, overlap and overlap again, then roll out, heat the pan with oil, put in the dough, fry both sides until yellow and then take out of the pan.

The whole process was smooth and smooth, and Feng Ye was stunned watching it, until Lu Jian held the plate and handed over the delicious fried pancakes.

"Ah Jian, did you know how to do it before?"

"No, I just read it in the book.

"Ah, you are amazing!"

"Let's eat."

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