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The weather was bright and sunny, and the streets in the old square on the edge of the city were full of people. Mr. Ruan had the most unforgettable experience in his life under the coercion of his creditors.

Wen Xun quickly introduced a job to Ruan Ting, distributing leaflets of a newly opened furniture company in the old square. After a middle-aged woman explained some precautions to Ruan Ting, she threw a stack of thick Thick leaflets.

Ruan, who wanted to cry without tears, did not compromise easily. Before he had a job to make money, he bought himself a pair of sunglasses.The sunglasses isolated him from the outside world, and the black lenses brought him a supreme sense of security.

Of course, he also emptied his wallet.

Ruan Ting put on sunglasses and reluctantly held a leaflet. Wen Xun's white truck was parked on the side of the street. Under Wen Xun's "goodwill" gaze, Ruan Ting walked to the entrance of the square and started his work trip .

Wen Xun pulled down two-thirds of the car window, put his arms on the window, closely watched Ruan Ting's movements, and then slowly put a question mark in his head:?

Mr. Ruan was wearing stylish sunglasses, standing upright like a pine and cypress, with one hand in his pocket, and the other casually putting the leaflets in front of passers-by, his aura was as close as [-] meters.

The prestige is very prestige, even after 10 minutes, few leaflets were sent out.

Wen Xun sighed and held his forehead.

Probably Ruan Ting also realized that his progress was too slow. Most pedestrians would never pick up the leaflets sent out on the road. What's more, Mr. Ruan's service still requires you to take the initiative to pick it up, so only a very small number of people went smoothly. As soon as I took it, there were some little girls who praised him purely because of his handsome appearance. Those who ignored him passed him with confidence and did not look sideways. .

Some people even raised their hands to block his arm, and said fiercely, "Don't get in the way."

So he finally took the initiative to catch up with a young guy after he had been rejected hundreds of times, and forced him to take one with a silent protest.

The other party saw that he was sneaking around wearing sunglasses, and greeted him warmly: "Get lost!"

Ruan Ting's temper is naturally no better than this young guy, and he is also on the verge of erupting. On the eve of the eruption, he was caught by a man by the neck and dragged to the shade of a tree by the side of the road without any defense and no resistance.

"Don't shout, it's me." A warm voice came from the ear, carrying the heat of another person's breath.

Just as Ruan Ting realized who the person behind him was, Wen Xun took his hand out of his trouser pocket with one hand, and grabbed Ruan Ting's shoulder with the other, forcing him to bend over.

"Take it easy, I haven't paid back the money I owe today." Wen Xun continued.

It was the first time that Ruan Ting felt that money was an evil thing. Before he had time to ask Wen Xun if you are a money stringer, he heard the other party continue to say: "The leaflets should be distributed in this way, hand them out by hand, understand?"

Ruan Ting struggled in dissatisfaction, and then heard Wen Xun say in his ear: "Finish the hair in your arms before seven o'clock, or you will bear the consequences."

After speaking, Wen Xun let go of Ruan Ting, Ruan Ting turned around and moved his arms, gritted his teeth and saw Wen Xun walking back gracefully.

The four words "take your own risk" put an invisible shackle on Ruan Ting. He returned to his own area, began to lower his posture, and took the initiative to hand out leaflets to passers-by.

There were many moments when Ruan Ting wanted to throw all the leaflets in his hand into the trash can.

He has never bowed his head slightly and begged others to accept his things like this, never.

This is like banning all the skills of a king who has been wandering in high-end games all year round, and then returning him to the canyon in bronze.

At the beginning of March, the cold spring is expected to be chilly, and the cold wind still rushes towards people like a knife like a sword.But there was a scorching sun above his head, the sun was unbelievably bright, and the golden light was like the flames sprayed out wantonly when a rocket was launched. This hot light made Ruan Ting even more upset. He was the focus of any dinner party. He is the focus of everyone's eyes, he is the most proud and proud son of heaven, he used to be a coward!

Ruan Ting withered.

Not far away, Wen Xun stared at him covetously, Ruan Ting had no choice but to obey, he couldn't help feeling that the most correct thing he did today was to buy the sunglasses on his face.

At such a time and such a place, it was the last barrier separating him from the world Wen Xun lived in.

When the two of them returned home at night, the dark red setting sun dipped into the gray and blue sky, slowly sinking, the old iron gate was opened, and the room was filled with golden light, the setting sun set, and the yellow light was also mottled. the wall slowly descends,

Ruan Ting took out the money he earned today from his pocket, and slapped it on the coffee table. His expression fully conveyed the irritability and provocation in his heart. Wen Xun was not surprised, nor was he surprised. He bent down to pick it up. Picking up the money on the coffee table and stuffing it into his trouser pocket quickly, his eyes were full of indifference.

Ruan Ting had nothing to say, he stood outside for an entire afternoon, tiredness rushed over him like a sea wave, he leaned back on the sofa as if he had no bones, and suddenly became surly.

Wen Xun turned around and went to the kitchen.

Ruan Ting heard a sound of banging pots and pans, and then Wen Xun came out with a bowl of millet porridge, two steamed buns and a plate of fried Chinese cabbage.

It is said that although the sparrow is small, it has all five internal organs. Wen Xun walked to the dining table in the living room, didn't care about Ruan Ting at all, and ate it with relish, leaving Ruan Ting dumbfounded.

The smell of food suddenly wafted into the room, neither fragrant nor greasy, but extraordinarily alluring, secretly teasing people's taste buds, especially for people with empty stomachs.

Ruan Ting inadvertently raised his head and glanced at the Wen Xun's dinner. The cabbage was mixed with a few shreds of meat. It looked like it was left over from the last meal. He casually put it in the pot and warmed it up before taking it out.

He frowned and looked around a few more times, as if he was struggling to verify his conjecture.

Wen Xun didn't look at Ruan Ting, he ate by himself, he ate very quickly, and the big steamed bun became much smaller after one bite, but he knew that Ruan Ting was looking at him, so he said, "What are you looking at, without you, Anything that goes in your stomach is money, you know."

Ruan Ting turned his head away. Apart from thinking that Wen Xun is simply a money fanatic, he still doesn't understand how he can handle a meal so hastily. Eating is a ritual thing, without candlelight or delicate details. He can understand the dinner plate, but eating leftovers in front of the guests in the living room like this has obviously refreshed his cognition.

"What are you eating?" Ruan Ting poked his head and asked, he wanted to take a closer look but after a few glances, he closed his eyes and turned his head away.

"Food." Wen Xun answered very succinctly, and emphasized again, "Go out and buy yourself when you're hungry."

Ruan Ting turned his head, frowned, and pursed his lips, even if Wen Xun begged him to eat this kind of food, he would not eat it.He grabbed the plastic bag from the sofa and dug out his royal food.

The night fell completely, the sky was completely dark, and the lights in the small town were lit up one after another. At night, people here always have to carry out some activities on time and regularly. He often visits Wen Xun's house like a vagrant.

When Da Xiong came, he saw Ruan Ting sitting on the sofa with his legs up and eating his chocolate.

In addition, he also saw Wen Xun eating, the two of them ate their own food, there was no interaction, and no one paid attention to the other, which was very different from the traditional Chinese dining table culture.

Combined with the slight smell of sex in the air, it seemed understandable, but after staring at Ruan Ting for a long time, Da Xiong was still shocked.

"You're not going to live on chocolate all the time, are you?"

Ruan Ting glanced at him with disdain: "It's been a few days."

Big Bear looked at Ruan Ting as if he had discovered a new species: "Damn it, are you a chocolatier? You live on chocolate every day!"

Wen Xun, who was silent at the side, finally moved his lips: "It's a miracle that you are still alive."

He tilted his head and glanced at Ruan Ting. Ruan Ting rested one arm on the armrest of the sofa and held the chocolate in the other hand. Perhaps he thought the chocolate was too sweet, and faint ripples arose between his forehead.After seeing Wen Xun, he bit the chocolate and turned his head to look out the window.

Ruan Ting is tall and has long legs, and he is also fair and clean. It seems that no matter what clothes he wears, he can look stylish. His sitting posture is casual and casual. The dark shadows lined the face sharply and delicately.But maybe because he was hungry these days, Wen Xun always felt that his chin was sharper than when he first met Ruan Ting.

"Why bother, a pair of bowls and chopsticks." Big Bear couldn't stand it any longer, he bumped Wen Xun's arm, "Add another set of bowls and chopsticks, and when someone really eats it like chocolate essence, who will pay you back."

Wen Xun looked at Ruan Ting's handsome face, which was thinner than when he first met him, and felt that what Daxiong said made sense, this guy shouldn't die because he ate chocolate every day before paying the money, so he suddenly patted The table asked: "Do you want to eat?"

Ruan Ting, who was tired of a piece of chocolate, felt a little itchy in his heart, but he still raised his head and poked his neck out to ask, "What's your plan?"

"If you have any plans for you, just pay me for the meal."

Ruan Ting felt that everything was in control when he heard the words of meal expenses, he put down the chocolate and asked, "Are you so short of money?"

Wen Xun replied lazily: "Find out who is more short of money now."

Ruan Ting found it difficult to communicate with Wen Xun, so he turned around and asked Da Xiong in a low voice, "Is he short of money? Why do you like money so much?"

"Of course my brother is short of money, but don't you like money?" Big Bear rolled his eyes at him, "There's so much nonsense, go to the dining table."

Of course Ruan Ting likes it too, maybe even more so than Wen Xun. He turned off the microphone, maybe because he was extremely hungry. Although chocolate can replenish energy, it can't make up for the emptiness in his stomach. Ruan Ting walked to the dining table shyly. , took a pair of chopsticks, and began to pick and choose from the food on the table.

Looking at the shredded pork in Wen Xun's stir-fried dishes, he frowned. The quality of the meat was too good to complain about. He used to eat fresh beef and mutton that was airlifted from New Zealand that day, and he was ashamed to move these. He came out to raise an argument, so he only commented lightly: "Isn't this meat bought on the black market?"

Wen Xun ignored him, Ruan Ting wanted to pick up his chopsticks and take a bite, but he was afraid that he would overestimate his body's ability to accept new things. He thought of that day at the Lucky Hotel, when he smelled the greasy smell. When the scent of the oil was smelling, I couldn't help but want to retch, a feeling of wanting to vomit instantly surged from my stomach, and soon flowed to my throat and mouth. Ruan Ting finally put down his chopsticks and retreated to the sofa.

He raised his head and glanced at Wen Xun. Wen Xun was expressionless, and he was not angry or dissatisfied.

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Wen Xun: Let's see how long chocolate essence can last the life of chocolate (*￣︶￣)