Pastel Colors

Day0922:39

He Zhiyuan picked up the shirt and put it on neatly, held the front of the shirt and shook his shoulders, smoothed the hem, and buttoned it down from the collar one by one.Just as he was fastening, a hesitant voice came from the phone: "Mr. He, I think lovers should...should be honest with each other, and they can't hide secrets."

He Zhiyuan's hands didn't stop at all: "What secret are you hiding?"

Song Ran was caught off guard: "Huh?"

He Zhiyuan smiled lowly: "Your tone hides something as soon as you hear it, maybe it's a big deal. It's okay, just tell me, I'll be frank and lenient, and I won't deduct your impression points."

"Oh, then I... then I will organize the sentence."

Song Ran was so nervous that he clenched his fingers into fists, lowered his head, held his breath, brewed his emotions for a while, then raised his head and said, "Mr. Husband’s house. I moved here recently because I...I want to see someone here. "

When He Zhiyuan heard this, the leisurely smile on the corner of his lips froze in an instant, and the fingers that were buttoning up were frozen on his chest like ice.

"man?"

Song Ran nodded: "Yes."

The volume was kept low, as if he had done something wrong.

He Zhiyuan suddenly remembered that before Lin Hui forced Songran to agree to a relationship, Songran once mentioned that he had someone he liked and was trying to pursue him.At that time, he thought that Song Ran was just making up random nonsense to ward off Lin Hui's peach blossoms, but he didn't expect such a person to exist.

After a while, He Zhiyuan's expression and limbs slowly melted away.

He continued to button down the button expressionlessly, but the muscles under the shirt were obviously tightened: "What's his name, where does he live?"

"Live... Just live in our building, I don't know which floor." Song Ran hurriedly shook his head, "I only met him once, and I saw him from a distance when I was looking at the house, and I haven't seen him since then..."

It was love at first sight just once.

He Zhiyuan frowned, and his complexion turned even worse - it sounded like the other party had a good appearance, there were several famous movie and TV stars living in this community, and Song Ran didn't know if he bumped into him.If so, he might not be able to do it.

He held his breath and asked calmly, "Now, do you still like him?"

"Now... of course I like you more now!"

Song Ran was in a hurry to defend, and blurted out.

The original intention of these words was to comfort He Zhiyuan, but he was not good at lying, and he didn't close the loopholes - since there is "more liking", there is naturally "general liking", and general liking is still liking.

He Zhiyuan was jealous.

For him, having a rival in love is not a problem, the problem is that the rival lives in the same building as them.The future is so long, there is always a chance for Songran to meet that man.He believes in Songran's character and is not afraid of being cheated on, but the germinated feelings cannot be suppressed by reason. Just imagining Songran's eyes lit up for others at that second, he feels like a stick in his throat.

He Zhiyuan is a very territorial person. If it doesn't belong to him, he won't take a second look at it. If it belongs to him, it's provocative for others to take a second look.

And Songran belongs to him.

The desire to protect and possess that has been suppressed for five years has just been aroused, and immediately a rival in love appears close at hand. This is tantamount to rushing into a strange lion in the territory, roaring at him with open eyes, and openly provoking him.

Rather than expressing his anger, he wanted to win the confrontation.

He Zhiyuan felt chest tightness, he unbuttoned the collar of his shirt with one hand to breathe, then licked the corners of his cold lips, and asked, "What does he look like?"

Song Ran said in a small voice, "It's just... pretty handsome."

"Be specific."

This time, Songran learned to be smart, and blocked back without leaking: "It's been a long time, I really can't remember what he looks like! Really!"

You see, I can’t even remember clearly, which means I am not impressed, and I am not handsome at all. I beg you to turn the page quickly, and don’t worry about it!

He prayed silently.

But He Zhiyuan didn't intend to let it go, and asked him, "Height."

Song Ran didn't know what to do, and said honestly: "It's about 1.8 meters six."

He Zhiyuan adjusted his standing posture and turned to the cloakroom.A tall and straight figure was reflected in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, with long legs and broad shoulders, and a well-proportioned upper and lower body, which was impeccable by visual inspection.

1.8 meters eight, can win.

"What about the figure?"

He continued to ask.

Song Ran recalled it hastily, and said embarrassedly: "The figure... is also pretty good, that is, the type that looks thin when dressed, and fleshy when undressed. Uh, I haven't seen him undressed! It's just... Just describe it casually..."

He Zhiyuan unbuttoned the clothes he had just fastened a few times, and opened the front of the clothes to the sides—the chest muscles were strong, the abdominal muscles were clear, the V-shaped mermaid line penetrated into the waistband, and there was a huge bulge in the crotch.

You can, and you can win.

He couldn't help but smiled contemptuously: "What about the others?"

"Others..." Song Ran was almost ashamed to continue, feeling that she was cheating, her cheeks were burning hot, "He...has a nice smile."

He Zhiyuan looked at his face in the mirror and scored 99 points.

"Any more?"

"Also, uh...he seems to have a child too." Song Ran said, "It's about the same age as Boubo, I only see the profile, and I can't tell if it's a boy or a girl."

He Zhiyuan shrugged his shoulders easily, fastened his coat buttons one by one again, and began to choose a tie.

Don't be afraid.

Boo Boo is so cute, of course it's a sure win.

After Song Ran praised Infiniti, he didn't wait for a long time to respond. He thought that He Zhiyuan was angry—he had always been a mature and stable elite image in his impression, how could he imagine that Mr. Elite would compare his victory and defeat in front of the mirror?

So he cleared his throat anxiously and said, "Mr. He, please believe me. I confessed to you because I don't have ghosts in my heart. If there are ghosts, I will definitely hide them from you. And , I don't know how to read minds. When I meet someone I don't know, the first impression is of course based on the face. I'm not blind, how can I not feel itchy towards handsome guys... If you blame me for this, I don't recognize it .”

He Zhiyuan couldn't help laughing: "Don't worry, the law doesn't go back to the past. Whoever you liked before is your freedom, and I don't blame you. But starting today, for me, you have to let him go."

"Definitely!" Song Ran agreed, "When I see him in the future, I will pretend not to know him and promise not to strike up a conversation!"

These words were pleasing, and He Zhiyuan's mood eased a lot.

He took off a dark fine-striped tie, turned up his collar, and fastened it deftly.During the process, he looked at himself in the mirror, his movements froze, and he couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

Regardless of whether it is based on the aesthetic standards of Asians or Europeans and Americans, he has always been confident in his appearance and figure. Why would Songran feel like an enemy when he casually mentions a comparison object?

This ordinary little neighbor had known each other for less than ten days, and a few phone calls had actually burned into his heart without any trace.

He probably really got a little out of control.

"Songran, I'm curious, what image do I have in your eyes?"

He Zhiyuan lowered his head to straighten his cuffs, and asked a casual question.

Song Ran was surprised: "Uh, this..."

In an instant, an image of an amiable IT uncle with a height of 1.7 meters [-], a slightly fat body, not too thick hair, and a plaid shirt appeared in front of him.

To be honest, he also expected Mr. He to be a handsome man, but he knew it well. In reality, there are too few men who combine many advantages in one body.In his small world, the Infiniti male god has already occupied a hole, if Mr. He occupies another one, then his peach blossoms will be too brilliant.

Song Ran didn't want to offend He Zhiyuan, so he said lightly, "Mr. He, I think your voice is very pleasant, very magnetic, trustworthy, and gentle... Well, you are calm, magnanimous, and patient. very good."

He Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows: "No more?"

"Still... still very handsome."

Seeing that he was dissatisfied, Song Ran immediately added something against his will.Because of a guilty conscience, the voice is very small.

He Zhiyuan was really happy this time.

It seems that his Songran is an out-and-out little face control.There is still some time before returning to the country, so he has to send a photo as soon as possible to suppress the evil, so as not to be unable to control people across the Pacific Ocean, and be pried into a corner by a love rival who appears from nowhere.

The clock pointed to eight o'clock, He Zhiyuan changed into a black formal suit, and stretched out his hand to tighten his tie. The appearance reflected in the mirror was strict and abstinent.Strong hormonal scents emanate, overpowering the scent of men's fragrances.

He picked up his cell phone, opened the door and went downstairs.

"Songran, although I really want to chat with you for a while, but I have to go to the company." He picked up the car keys on the coffee table, swayed the leather pendant left and right, and the black, red and gold coat of arms flashed past, " Can you sleep alone?"

Song Ran nodded shyly: "I can sleep."

He Zhiyuan said again: "You just agreed to be my little boyfriend. Logically speaking, I should spend more time with you. But for the next week, until I return to China, my work intensity will be in hell mode, and I can only work like this every day. Do you mind talking on the phone with you for a while?"

"I don't mind, I don't mind!" Song Ran hurriedly said, "I've been single for more than [-] years, and I don't care if I have one more day or one day less. Just keep busy with your own, don't worry about me."

He Zhiyuan paused, and said softly: "I'm sorry. It's my negligence to make your life the same as before. When I come back, I will definitely compensate you twice."

Song Ran became more shy: "Yes."

"Let Zhan Yuwen take your temperature, you should take medicine, you should sleep, don't stay up late."

"Ah."

"If you have a dream at night, you are only allowed to dream about me, not anyone else."

The last six words were spoken slowly and emphatically, three points threatening, seven points ambiguous, as if deliberately emphasizing something.Song Ran nestled in the corner of the bed, the red tide spread all the way from her cheeks to her neck.

"Well, only... only dreaming of you, I promise."

The voice is as light as a mosquito.

On the private driveway of the single-family building, the car that had been quiet all night roared, and drove into the street covered with fallen leaves, then stepped up the accelerator, left the residence where the remaining temperature was still there, and after several turns, got into the car and drove back and forth the 101 highway.

The sun had already risen, and the light shone through the car windows, flickering quickly as the trees passing by the roadside.

Feeling dazzling, He Zhiyuan reached out to open the glasses case on the roof of the car, took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on the bridge of his nose.

It's a wonderful morning.

At six o'clock he was a lone wolf with cubs and no mate.At eight o'clock, he had already put the cutie stuttering on the phone in his pocket—although it was not perfect, with a little annoying twist.From now on, he will tightly cover his pockets and not let the little cutie go out, so as not to be discovered by the hungry wolf in the same building and brought back to the wolf den.

What a joke.

His wolf, who had been starving for five years, hadn't eaten yet.