The person I have a crush on always hates me

Su Yang went home after get off work. His father was not at home, so it was much more convenient: "You said you, and changed the password."

"Who told you to be disobedient." Mother Su said with a smile on her face, "Son, don't leave this time."

Su Yang's eyes lit up: "Can I not go to the company?"

"Then we have to go."

"Then I have to go." Su Yang walked upstairs, Gao Meili followed behind, sweeping his back up and down.

"My eldest son is so handsome."

"But your eldest son is going to die of poverty." Su Yang went back to his room, went straight to the cloakroom, then dug out a drawer of watches, picked out the ones he didn't like, and packed them.

"What are you doing?" Gao Meili asked.

"Mom, your son owes a lot of debt now, so you have to exchange these things for money." Su Yang pulled out a suitcase and picked out some clothes for last winter. Gao Meili panicked when she saw it.

"Son, you really don't plan to go to the company? Just keep fighting like this."

"Mom, I'm the only son of the Su family. I'll go to the company. It's only in two years." Su Yang knew that he couldn't get rid of this job. He just wanted to do something he likes while he has time, and take over later. Company, how can he have time.

Gao Meili smiled: "Then when do you plan to join the company?"

Su Yang turned around and grinned: "When I fall in love."

"Then you are looking for it?"

"There is nothing suitable." Su Yang picked up the sports car key, "Mom, I'm driving a car away, don't tell my dad."

"Why?" Gao Meili saw that the key he was holding was still the car that Su Yang quite liked.

Su Yang sighed, looked at the key and said, "Because this car doesn't belong to me anymore."

"What do you mean? Where are you going to drive tens of millions of cars?"

"Mom, don't worry about it, I'm down to business."

Su Yang traded his car back to his second uncle's car, and transferred his car to Yin Yu. Yin Yu smiled happily: "Young Master Su is generous. If you want such a good car, I will give it to you. What should I say about you?"

Yin Yu smiled casually: "Actually, you and I both know that people like us are born to enjoy, and there are some things that don't need to take into account other people's feelings at all. I often hear that the young master of the Su family is arrogant and rude, but you..."

"Shut up." Su Yang stopped drinking, opened the door and got in the car. He put on sunglasses and lowered the window, "Yin Yu, you are wrong, I am not the same person as you at all."

Su Yang had a list after signing the contract, but the clicks and favorites still couldn't get up. After thinking about it, he thought it might be his writing problem, so he immediately decided to reopen an article.

What kind of writing should I write?

He suddenly thought of the countless battles he and Xi Yan had fought since childhood, and immediately came up with inspiration, made an outline, and named the text and person.

This kind of reality substitution will definitely not be Cavin, and can severely abuse Li Dazhi!The name of the text... what is it called?Hmm...it's called "Master, I'm Wrong"

"When I heard this name, I felt that Li Dazhi was begging me for mercy." Su Yang snorted, full of arrogance.

He vaguely remembered his first meeting with Li Dazhi, so he wrote the beginning.

——Changyuan in the late [-]s was still a dilapidated small city. Most of the streets were bicycles, occasionally motorcycles, and very few cars.

In this hot and fumigated summer, it is extremely happy to eat popsicles every day with the wind blowing. However, in that era, not everyone could buy a popsicle every day.

For example, in this community in the industrial compound, there are three types of people, businessmen, civil servants, and the poor.

Gao Yang is the child of a wealthy man in this compound. At the age of five, he has already enjoyed a life that many children cannot enjoy. Riding in a car, wearing suits and leather shoes, and toys are all luxuries that no one else has ever seen.

"Mom, I'm going to buy popsicles." Gao Yang ran out of the house, and Gao's mother was still shouting from behind.

"Don't we have it in the refrigerator?"

"It's from home. It's not delicious. The popsicles outside are the best."

In the hot summer, Gao Yang ran out of the apartment building already sweating, soaking his white T-shirt, and ran all the way to the small shop, where he saw Li Dazhi standing at the door of the shop, checking coins one by one.

Under the sunlight, Li Dazhi's blue vest had faded to a whitish uneven blue, and there was a hole in the corner of the back, and even the sandals on his feet had been mended.

Gao Yang knew about Li Dazhi. His parents died in a car accident. His grandparents had been supporting the family, so the family was very difficult.

"Uncle Wang, buy a popsicle." Li Dazhi handed over thirty cents with a smile, and put the remaining seventy cents into his trouser pocket.

"Just buy one? Doesn't your brother eat it?" Uncle Wang said as he opened the freezer and took out a paper-wrapped popsicle.

"One of us is enough." Li Dazhi said with a smile.

At this time Gao Yang walked over, gave him a dollar, and glanced at Li Dazhi, his voice was very crisp, as if he wanted others to hear him more clearly: "Uncle Wang, I want an ice cream."

"Yang, didn't your mother approve a lot of ice cream yesterday, you have a refrigerator at home, and you spend money recklessly."

When Gao Yang heard this, he felt very proud, and smiled: "I just like to eat outside, and I like to spend money."

After all, he even raised his chin at Li Dazhi, extremely arrogant.Li Dazhi glared at him, and ran away with a popsicle.

There is a sycamore tree at the entrance of the industrial compound. The children like to play glass balls under the tree. Gao Yang loves cleanliness and is very proud. He never participates in such dirty games, but likes to use his water gun everywhere. Spray people.

He walked back while eating ice cream, and saw only the two brothers from the Li family under the phoenix tree. Li Dazhi turned his back to him, and said to his brother, "You eat it, my brother has already eaten it when he came back."

He just bought one?How could it be eaten?Gao Yang thought, the ice cream in his mouth suddenly tasted bad.

It turned out that he was reluctant to buy popsicles for himself.

When Gao Yang passed by them, Li Dazhi showed disgust at him, stuck out his tongue, threw the ice cream on the ground, and ran home.

The courtyard in the afternoon was very quiet. Gao Yang was lying on the window sill and could just see the big sycamore tree at the door. The ice cream he threw was still on the ground and had already turned into water. Li Dazhi sat alone on the rock, his eyes staring at That puddle of water.

Gao Yang felt very uncomfortable watching it, went to look through his pocket money, found a small pocket of coins, grabbed one dollar and ran to the door.

But when he ran downstairs, he hesitated.If I give it to him directly, doesn't it appear that I am very kind?I am the little devil in their mouths, how can I be kind?But... He is so pitiful that he can't even eat a popsicle.

Gao Yang raised his proud chin after completing the ideological struggle, and walked slowly towards Li Dazhi, until he stood in front of him, Li Dazhi raised his head to look up at him.

Gao Yang's heart was pounding, and he took out a dollar to send it over, but his voice was arrogant: "Here you are."

He thought that Li Dazhi would be moved and would thank him, but unexpectedly, he slapped the coin flying with one hand, stood up, surpassed Gao Yang by half a head, and looked at him with disgust in his eyes.

"I don't want your broken money! I don't want you to give me alms! You make me hate! I hate your arrogant and rude look!"

Gao Yang is the baby that everyone in the family dotes on. It was the first time he was disliked by others, and he felt very uncomfortable. After returning home, he locked himself in the room and burst into tears. I swear, from now on, he and Li Dazhi will stand together.

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When Su Yang wrote this, he was so angry that he slapped the table angrily: "Li Dazhi! Hey, I... thinking about it now makes me so angry, I obviously have good intentions!"

He looked at the computer screen, and then he realized why he used Li Dazhi's real name. He wrote it so deeply that he forgot it.Or just use your real name?Anyway, Li Dazhi has changed his name now.

Why?Why did I write about my crying?It seems that I am so incompetent... But, I was a child at the time, so it's normal to cry, right?

The video call interrupted Su Yang, seeing that it was Xu Fan, he pressed the answer button: "What's the matter?"

"Brother Yang, Hao Shuai asked me for your WeChat today."

"Why do you want me to use WeChat?" Su Yang closed the laptop and slumped on the chair.

"He said he wanted to chase you." Xu Fan's eyes lit up, "Will you agree? I think although his family conditions are not very good, he is honest and can listen to you."

"I don't like him like that. He looks so dark. I don't feel comfortable touching me."

"Then what do you like?"

"I like..." Su Yang suddenly thought of the novel he wrote, why did he write about him and Li Dazhi?There must be an emotional drama behind the novel, so how can you substitute it?

"Yangyang, Brother Yang, did you hear me?"

"I heard, I'm conceiving now. Okay, I'll hang up." After thinking about it, Su Yang thought it was okay, so he wrote some more chapters, revised and revised, and posted it on the Internet, thinking about trying it first. Try the effect.

The first thing Su Yang did when he got up the next day was to see the effect, and he was shocked.

fuck!

The collection is over fifty, the key is only one chapter.

Someone else threw mine, it was the reader of the previous one.

Su Yang scrolled down in the comment area, a hundred thunders!

I... Fuck!

Su Yang's blood is boiling, this reader is really rich.

This breakthrough put Su Yang in a good mood. He treated customers more politely when he was at work. He was on the evening shift today, and when he was about to leave work, he saw Xi Yan walking over the shelf.

Inside Xi Yan's black windbreaker is a white turtleneck sweater, casual trousers, and polished leather shoes. The whole person exudes male hormones, and the hat and mask make him full of abstinence-like mystery.

Seeing him coming, Su Yang turned his head to leave, Xi Yan directly dumped a basket of things on the counter, seeing that everyone else was looking at him, Su Yang had to go back to settle accounts.

He scanned the products with a sullen face, only to find that Xi Yan chose all ice cream, so he looked up at him: "You are sick, buy so much ice cream, don't freeze you to death."

With only a pair of dark eyes exposed all over his body, Xi Yan said calmly, "Why do you work here?"

"I like it." Su Yang said while sweeping, "Can you not come, you say you are a big star and you are not afraid of being recognized."

"I like it." Xi Yan replied following his example.

After scanning all the products, Su Yang smiled suddenly: "Customer, it's 310 yuan in total."

Xi Yan didn't pay, but smiled, picked up an ice cream on the counter, and said: "This kind of ice cream is 7.8 a piece, I bought 11 pieces, and the total is 85.8. This kind of 6.5, 17 pieces, is 110.5 5 yuan. This kind of 20 yuan a piece, 296.3 pieces, is [-] yuan. The total is [-]. How do you calculate it?"

While he was chattering, Su Yang was already stunned, and felt very funny when he came back to his senses: "Li Dazhi, you are already stingy to a certain extent, you have to count it as buying."

Xi Yan took out the money without hesitation, and said: "Of course I have to calculate the money I earn myself, so as not to be tricked by others."

Su Yang asked him for money with a long face: "Take your broken ice cream and get lost."

"You think I like to treat you." Xi Yan left with the bag.

"Hey, Su Yang, who is that? Why does it look so familiar to me?" asked the cashier opposite.

"A retard."

When Su Yang came home, there was a bag hanging on the doorknob of his house. After a closer look, it was the ice cream that Xi Yan bought before. It didn't melt when he touched it. It should have been hung up not long ago.

Put ice cream here?What's the meaning?This is a bit unbelievable.

He didn't even bother to ask Xi Yan, he just threw the bag into the trash can, opened the door and went back to the house.At the door of another room, Xi Yan was lying on the door watching everything: "This **** peacock!"

He opened the door and went out, secretly trying to get his ice cream back, which was nearly 300 yuan.

This loser.

Unexpectedly, just as he looked into the trash can, the neighbor's door opened, so frightened that Xi Yan quickly stood up straight, with his arms folded, showing a very indifferent look.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Su Yang looked at him with a half-smile.

Xi Yan ignored him, and went back to the house, leaving Su Yang who was confused, curling his lips: "The guy who owes black, go back to the house and black him."

The author has something to say: a small theater.

The reporter asked: "Mr. Xi Yan, if I give you 1000 yuan a month, do you think it is enough?"

"Of course it is enough." Xi Yan said proudly.

"What about you, Mr. Su Yang?" The reporter asked again.

Su Yang made a "cut" and curled his mouth: "What can you do with 1000 yuan! Tell me, come here!"

"This gentleman is very irritable." The reporter smiled awkwardly and slipped away.

"What can you do with 1000 yuan? Tell me how to spend it?" Su Yang looked at Xi Yan.

Xi Yan smiled slightly: "Buying a bag of rice, vegetables, oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar is enough to live for a month."

"Ah, this can last for a month." Su Yang thought for a while, with a confused look on his face, "Let me ask weakly, what should I do if I don't know how to cook?"

"Come to my house to do it, and I will make it clear for you."

"There seems to be something wrong with these words?" Su Yang rolled his eyes.