I'm not a scumbag

Xie You was stunned.

Bu Cheng looked down at people from a high position, his hair was the same as Xie You's, and because of the damp sweat, the two bodies were joined together without any gaps, and Xie You could even feel the beating of the meridians on Bu Cheng's body .

There is no longer that indifferent expression on Bucheng's face. In fact, he has never really given him indifference.

At that moment, Xie You seemed to understand something. The targets he thought at first were actually helping him in the end, whether it was "Desolate City" that was later cut in half or "Beautiful Country" that borrowed the wind from the policy. There were various negative press releases that he dealt with first.

Xie You is not the only one behind the wine rack who can't help but enjoy the sneaky intimacy in the game.

Because of the existence of the contract, Xie You always restricts his thoughts unconsciously, turning a blind eye to those obvious facts, and deliberately detours those feelings that are already so obvious.

But how could it be possible, Xie You said that if he was Bucheng, he might not intentionally take revenge on that scumbag back then, but it is absolutely impossible to allow himself to repeat the same mistakes.

The best state is to stay away from each other forever, and never dare to touch half a point.

"You..." Xie You made a sound in his throat, he stared at Bucheng intently, and couldn't help stretching out his hands to caress his cheeks.

"Aren't you..." Xie You wiped Bucheng's angular cheeks.

Do you still like me.

Do you still like Xie You?

Do you still like that bastard scumbag who trampled and trampled your heart on the ground...

He dared not speak out.

"Do you want...kiss me again..." The words lingering in her throat turned into this appearance.

Bucheng looked at him silently for a while, then slowly leaned over and kissed his lips softly.

Xie You closed his eyes.

At the beginning of the shower, Xie You lay motionless on the bed, Bucheng cleaned both of them up, and didn't plan to leave, and stayed under Xie You's bed.

Xie You thinks about it and there is no big problem. When he wakes up early tomorrow, no one knows whether Bucheng came out of his room or his room.

Besides, if Guan Yao didn't know what the two of them were doing in the room just now, Xie You almost wondered if he had ever been hardened in the past 30 years.

Xie You has no time to think about whether Guan Yao will talk nonsense now, he has more important things to think about.

Bucheng was naked, lying on his back, asked for half of Xie You's pillow, closed his eyes, and seemed to be asleep.

"Guan Yao and I..." Xie You said.

"I know." Bucheng said.

Ok?

"You look down on him." Bucheng said, opened his eyes and turned to look at him.

"..."

"You don't like this type, either a pretty cutie, or a mature and intellectual uncle." Bucheng said again.

Xie You lingered for a while, and always felt that Bucheng meant that if it was the type he liked, he would really have a relationship with someone.

"No, I actually..."

Xie You paused again, thought for a while, and it seems that he was right. Bucheng's generalization of himself is quite good. In the past, his hobbies have always been these two, one is fresh and the other is sensible.

No matter which one has nothing to do with Bucheng.

But why did he fall in love with this person.

Sometimes Xie You can actually see it very clearly, whether Bucheng or others believe it or not, he has been around for so many years, he has really liked it, and he has treated it seriously, and it is just such a Bucheng, so sometimes Ideal types are bullshit.

"Anyway, it's good that you know, I haven't forgotten that contract, don't worry, I won't casually talk to others..." Xie You realized that he had said another stupid thing.

If Bucheng really likes himself, it will undoubtedly make people unhappy when he says this.

as predicted.

"Go to bed, it's late."

Said and turned around.

Xie You looked at his back and said okay.

Bucheng noticed that the people behind him were rustling towards him, until they were almost close to him, but they kept a distance not to touch him.

Xie You had a bold idea in his heart that gradually became clear.

He looked at the back of Bucheng's head, thinking about such a question.

If you provoke someone after being an asshole once, will you be struck by lightning?

Can he repeat the old trick and abduct this person again?

Speaking of which, how on earth did he carry this smelly and hard stone back to his bed? It's incredible to think about it...

*******

"No." In the hospital ward, Bucheng heard Xie You's so-called assistant job, and said two words unceremoniously.

Xie You didn't seem to expect that he would refuse, obviously looking for a good offer that he couldn't find all over the street.

"You don't want to work three or four times for three thousand a month?"

Bucheng tilted his head and looked out of the window, obviously refusing.

Working as an assistant for a third-rate band in a bar, to put it bluntly, just an errand runner.

Not wanting to work for Xie You was one thing, and not wanting to be an errand was another.

Xie You didn't say anything, and got up, with a calm expression on his face, as if he didn't care about it, "Okay, if you don't do it, just leave it, pack your things, and go home."

Bucheng had already packed his things and was about to go out when Xie You stopped him, "By the way, pay for the last day's hospitalization."

Bucheng's face stopped, "I'll go later."

Xie You continued, "There are also surgery fees, medical expenses, registration fees, food expenses, etc. all added up a few days ago." Xie You took out his mobile phone and turned on the calculator, clicking quickly, "About [-], when are you giving it to me?"

Bucheng: "?"

Of course, he would not take his money for medical treatment casually, so he checked in advance how much an appendicitis operation plus hospitalization would cost.

It won't cost thirty thousand to die.

Xie You laughed, "I don't need money for my time? I didn't go to two venues, and I lost [-] yuan, and I brought you all kinds of fruits to eat, and the whole day's care..."

"Understood, I will give it to you." Bucheng said.

"When?"

"..." Bucheng hesitated to speak, "You don't need that little money recently."

"Aren't your finance students the best at understanding the time value of money?"

"Interest will be given." Bucheng's cheeks tightened.

"By the way, you live in my house for no reason. Although you have the relationship with my mother, you are also an adult. You can understand some things without saying anything. I'll charge you at half the market price? What do you think? ?” Xie You smiled.

Bucheng didn't say another word, and slammed the door out.

Bucheng ran away from home again.

Xie You looked at the empty room, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He originally wanted to use someone as his assistant.

The assistant doesn't have to work hard, just go to set up a venue with their band once in a while. Is three thousand a month embarrassing him?Xie You was also puzzled.

What made him even more dumbfounded was that the phone dinged, and there was a money transfer message.

Transfer amount: 5000

Transfer person: Grumpy elementary school student

There is a message attached: pay you back so much first, and pay you the rest at the end of this month.

Xie You clicked his tongue and sighed, a little kid with no job, no savings and no parents, and a debt of more than 5 yuan.

Where else can I go besides the school dormitory if I leave him?

Xie You always felt that it would not be long before he would hear from their school counselor.

He smiled and ordered to collect the money with a sense of peace of mind.

At this moment, a caller ID covered the transfer page.

"Yu, did you forget about our activities today?" It was Hiroko.

Xie You thought for a while, then slapped his forehead, "Ah yes, immediately."

Haozi clicked his tongue, "I've been living in seclusion so many times, those who didn't know thought there was some kind of daughter-in-law hidden in your house."

Xie You smiled, "There is no daughter-in-law, but a son with a bad temper."

Haozi wanted to ask again, but Xie You was confused, "We'll talk about it when I come over."

Xie You's band is called "Black Heart". There is a guitarist named Lei Ge who is a great writer and composer. There is also a cute keyboard puppy. The bass fingering is so fast that it makes people dazzled. The face of both people and gods is angry, their band is somewhat famous in their area, there are quite a lot of fans, and usually there are no empty seats when they sing in bars.

They were invited to perform in friendship at the cultural evening of University A.

Speaking of which, Xie You just remembered that the school in Bucheng is University A.

But of course he never thought about encountering something at school, they left after singing, and people like Bucheng probably wouldn’t come to participate in such social activities, they couldn’t stay in the dormitory, they probably stayed in the library all day, It is also possible to find work outside.

"Your mother's friend's child?" Hiroko said.

"Well."

"Why is it a bit like a TV series? But I just want to ask, is it good-looking?" Haozi's eyes became ambiguous.

Xie You gave him a push, "What do you think I am? Come on one by one."

"Don't you like this kind of young and beautiful college students?"

"He's not." Xie You only said one sentence. "And what I like is the beautiful and well-behaved one, not the kind of Buddha that can't be afforded."

Haozi didn't say any more. Although he knew that Xie You liked to play, he also knew that Xie You usually wouldn't harass straight men.

Their performance was wonderful. When Xie You was about to leave, he was stopped by a rock enthusiast. He was Lei Ge's die-hard fan. He must ask Lei Ge to listen to his songs and give him advice.

Rego's guitar is not to be touched.

So the buddy begged them to visit his dormitory with a shy face.

Lei Ge looked at them. The other two had no interest in wasting this kind of time. Xie You asked, "What profession?"

The buddy was puzzled, "Finance, but I really studied music theory by myself! It's definitely not a bunch of flying!"

Xie You groaned, nodded, "Go to Brother Lei, such a loyal little fan?"

Haozi scratched his head, followed behind, and asked Xie You, "Didn't you like to join in the fun?"

Xie You leaned on the door frame and looked around casually. The financial department of University A is not large in scale, with more than forty rooms on the first floor, which only occupies the third floor.

What the buddy in the room ejected was indeed not a lump of Xiang, but it was only a little bit better than Xiang.

Xie You walked away.

"Bucheng, can you hear me?!" At the end of the corridor, there was an angry shout.

Xie You raised his eyebrows.

He was the chosen one.

[The author has something to say: I wrote this chapter while listening to party lectures, and my mind was a bit split when I wrote it...]