3 Bay Street

In the first year of studying abroad, An Chen didn't go back.

He sat in the apartment, looking at the dark night sky, and looked down at his watch. At 9 pm, according to the Han family's practice, it was time to set off fireworks.

That year, the Han family was as lively as ever, with fireworks all over the sky. It seemed that the absence of him did not affect the atmosphere of the New Year.

Han Ning didn't go downstairs to watch the fireworks. He unpacked the huge packing box in the study.

It was a New Year's gift from An Chen. I don't know what it contained. It was very heavy, but it was beautifully packaged.

After spending a lot of effort, Han Ning opened the paper box, and Han Ning saw a stack of drawings, which were full of white roses, of various varieties, in various poses, including flower buds, budding ones, and blooming ones. One branch, two or three branches, one cluster, a total of 365 sheets, and the date is carefully marked with a pencil in the upper right corner of each sheet.

He once mentioned on the phone that after An Chen left, he was busy with work again, and the white rose garden downstairs was left unattended and all withered. Maybe it was just what he said so casually, but An Chen remembered it in his heart.

Han Ning flipped through the pages one by one, touching the smooth pencil sketches with his hands as he read them. It seemed that the young man had not left, but was with him every day.

He didn't know how to describe his mood at this time, excited, moved, and unspeakably joyful, he just felt that this was the best New Year's gift he had received.

The phone next to him turned on, An Chen picked it up and saw the text message from Han Ning, the faint screen light illuminated his smiling face.

Even if he is not beside Han Ning, he still feels very happy.

During the New Year, all kinds of wine bureaus and parties began to be overwhelmed.

In the past, Han Ning was not keen on participating. He would rather stay at home and read a book or take a walk on the beach, but now that An Chen is gone, the house feels empty, especially during the lively Spring Festival, which makes Han Ning feel a sense of urgency. The feeling of loneliness and loneliness comes.

One afternoon, a few business friends asked him out.

The party that the fourth son of the Han family was going to attend was naturally not an ordinary occasion.

Those few are all familiar partners of the Han family, and they are all in Songcheng, and they have contacts during the holidays.

The meeting place this time is very particular, it is a club with strong privacy, it claims to be the most popular place in Songcheng for the upper class circles, and the first half of the time was pretty regular, having a meal, drinking some wine, talking and laughing happily.But in the second half, I don’t know who’s instigation, all the young and beautiful men and women who came in with special dishes, and these men and women are not the beautiful men and women that can be seen everywhere on the street, but carefully selected and eye-catching. The bright kind.

Walking in the front was a beautiful and gentle woman with a slender figure, but her walking posture seemed to have been specially trained and her manners were dignified. As soon as she came in, almost everyone's eyes were fixed on her.

There was a cup of tea on her tray, and she walked towards Han Ning with a smile: "Mr. Han, please use tea."

Han Ning also smiled back at her, and took over.

The woman sat down next to him.

Seeing that Han Ning drank the tea, the others were relieved, and started talking and laughing again.

The men and women who came in took their seats, there were no more and no less, exactly one beside each of them.

Han Ning didn't realize it at first, but after he had a sip of tea, he caught a glimpse of the box, and there were actually two or three middle-aged men sitting next to a handsome young boy.

These are actually not surprising, as usual, Han Ning would just pretend not to see them, but today he suddenly thought of An Chen, and couldn't help but look at them a few more times.

There was a real estate agent in the box, rich and powerful, with a bold and straightforward personality, and he was more open-minded. Others were just sneaking around under the table doing various tricks. He directly fed wine to the young boy next to him mouth to mouth. After feeding, The kiss was so loud that the young boy also fell into his arms, and the two of them hugged each other on the sofa.

This real estate agent has a family and a wife, and Han Ning even met his lovely daughter.

In Songcheng, these were all well-dressed and successful people, but in this club, they began to have no scruples in front of these top beauties. For a while, the whole box became very ambiguous.

As the lights dimmed gradually, Han Ning picked up the tea in front of the tea table and took a last sip.

Seeing his calm expression, the woman next to him didn't move either.

When Han Ning put the teacup back on the table, a handsome young boy opened the door, walked in, and sat next to him.

Han Ning raised his head and only glanced at it, and saw the real estate developer not forgetting to nod to Han Ning while pressing the boy's head.

He probably thinks that Han Ning can stand still because of her beauty, probably not because this beauty is not beautiful enough. He boldly guessed that maybe Han Ning is like him, ordinary beauties can no longer attract his interest, and he has to conquer men. Interesting.

Han Ning only raised the corners of his mouth and smiled. He wanted to get up and leave, but when he turned his head, he saw the young boy next to him. This young boy was handsome and straight, with a clean temperament, which made him feel that he had something to do with An Chen. The similarity in temperament.

The boy smiled at him: "Mr. Han."

His smile was natural, but Han Ning still caught his intentional flattery from the smile.Han Ning thought, his nephew An Chen would never laugh like that.

He looked at the real estate agent again, who was leaning on the sofa, enjoying with his eyes closed.

And the young boy was lying between his legs, only seeing his head constantly moving from the dim light, serving very hard.

The young boy sitting next to Han Ning also followed Han Ning's line of sight, and then turned his head with a smile. As soon as he raised his hand, Han Ning shook his head slightly.

He refused very tactfully, but the young boy was so observant that he didn't dare to make any further moves, and only exchanged glances with the woman on the right.

The two of them are the celebrities of this club, but it was the first time for the two of them to come across such an unruly person, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

Han Ning got up to leave, when the door of the box opened suddenly.

The manager in charge of this floor hastily bowed and apologized to the people in the box: "Sorry, everyone, for the trouble."

There was only Qi Si standing at the door, and Qi Si was holding a boy in his arms, but the people in the box were still immersed in joy, turned their heads and took a look, and they all stood up in unison.

The real estate agent pushed the boy's head away, quickly zipped up his trousers, stood up, grinned with thick lips and said, "If I knew that Young Master Qi had also come to Songcheng, I should have invited you over earlier, so we can get together!" Seeing that Qi Si didn't speak, he turned his head to look at Han Ning again, and said with a smile, "Young Master Han only came out once in a while, and today is just right, if you want to get together with you two on weekdays, it's really not easy."

Qi Si glanced at Han Ning, and then smiled: "It's really rare that Mr. Han came to such an occasion."

Han Ning didn't answer, Qi Si came in directly with his arms around the boy again.The boy who was originally sitting next to Han Ning saw Qi Si walking in front of him, and soon realized it. He immediately stood up, moved out of the way, and stood sideways.Qi Si sat in his seat.

Although Qi Si's behavior was somewhat puzzled, no one dared to ask, the real estate agent said a few more words with a smile, and the atmosphere in the box heated up again.

The boy sitting next to Qi Si is called Lu Yin. He has been with Qi Si for several years. He tilted his head and smiled: "This is Mr. Han that you often talk about, Young Master Qi?"

Qi Si put his arm around his shoulder: "How is it?"

Lu Yin looked at him, then at Qi Si, pursed his lips and smiled: "I dare not say."

Qi Si leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, but glanced at Han Ning from the corner of his eye.

Han Ning's expression was flat, and nothing unusual could be seen.But Qi Si knew that he had always paid attention to self-cultivation, no matter how unpleasant he looked at people, he would never show it in person, but his brows frowned slightly imperceptibly.

Qi Si looked at Han Ning with interest, then picked up the wine glass in front of him, took a sip of the wine, then turned his head and whispered to Han Ning: "A Ning, your nephew is the same as me, I don't know Don't you get used to it too?"

Han Ning was slightly surprised, but he remained silent.

Qi Si stared at the face in front of him. When he was quiet, he always had an aura as indifferent as winter snow, which attracted him so much that he couldn't move his eyes.

When he was in high school back then, it was impossible for him not to notice Han Ning's thoughts with Han Ning's intelligence.

But Han Ning pretended not to know anything, rejected his various hints, but still befriended him, which made Qi Si love and hate him at the same time.

"If you like women, I don't care. But if one day you like a man, I will definitely make his life worse than death." Qi Si said in Han Ning's ear.

Han Ning turned his head to look at him, and Qi Si smiled at him, but this smile was cold, like a poisonous snake, making people frightened.

"You should go see a doctor." Han Ning looked at him with pity in his eyes, then got up and left with a cane.

As soon as he left, the people in the box also stopped their movements.

After Qi Si drank the glass of wine, he also left without saying a word.