you like how i look

When I got downstairs, I called Zheng Xiaoming, who quickly answered, "I'm behind you."

Yi Bowen turned around, but saw no one.

"where!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man with a silk scarf and sunglasses on his face appeared in front of him. He carefully pulled off the silk scarf to reveal his nose and mouth, "It's me, here."

Ji Shiyao was taken aback, "What's the situation with you? Are you being chased for debt?"

Zheng Xiaoming couldn't help but run away after pulling him.

After exiting the parking lot, Zheng Xiaoming took off his glasses and silk scarf, and said mysteriously, "This is not a place to talk, follow me."

He took Ji Shiyao to Starbucks.

After sitting down in the innermost seat, Zheng Xiaoming said: "Master Yao, I..."

She covered her face with her hands, "I slept with Huahua."

Ji Shiyao: "..."

"Can you give me some reaction!" Zheng Xiaoming was anxious.

"You..." Ji Shiyao was still in the buffer period, "Did you sleep with him, or did he sleep with you?"

"I slept with him." Zheng Xiaoming gritted his teeth.

Ji Shiyao was silent.

Zheng Xiaoming still covered his face with his hands, "What do you say? Am I responsible?"

"Have you been made responsible?" Ji Shiyao asked.

"That's not true," Zheng Xiaoming recalled, "When I woke up, he was already gone." Zheng Xiaoming was a little uncertain after speaking, and asked Ji Shiyao: "Is this... a one-night stand with him?"

Ji Shiyao was overjoyed, "No, it's called unspoken rules if you sleep with him."

Zheng Xiaoming's expression became even more bewildered.

After Ji Shiyao bought the coffee and returned to his seat, he still kept the original posture and did not move. Ji Shiyao handed the coffee to him, "American style you like."

Zheng Xiaoming still didn't respond.

Only then did Ji Shiyao see that something was wrong, "You...don't be sad, Huahua is fine, he went to work early in the morning."

Zheng Xiaoming spoke with a crying tone, "I'm not good."

Sheng couldn't help crying.

"You?" Ji Shiyao didn't understand.

"Old Xu will definitely not want me now." Zheng Xiaoming's face was so wronged that he couldn't look at it. Ji Shiyao didn't think of this level before, so he didn't know what to say now.

I can only stay with him like this.

Ten minutes later, Zheng Xiaoming regained his expression. After taking a sip of coffee, he said, "I've decided, I'm going to be a prodigal son in love!"

Ji Shiyao said in his heart that he was almost scared to cry once on 419, what the hell are you going to do!

"Then can you go back to work? Xiao Li is looking for you like crazy, waiting for your signature!"

"No, I don't know how to face Huahua." Zheng Xiaoming said confidently.

"Then," Ji Shiyao said intentionally, "shall I fire him?"

Zheng Xiaoming stared at him: "You are too inhuman."

Ji Shiyao: "..."

In the end, Zheng Xiaoming still didn't go back to work. He said that he wanted to find the feeling of a prodigal son in love, and a prodigal son in love would not work hard.

Ji Shiyao said in his heart how much you have been stimulated, but he also let him go. If the office is not busy these two days, just let him do it.

But the development of things gradually deviated from expectations. Ji Shiyao saw Zheng Xiaoming again on the second night, at the door of Ji Shiyao's house.

"Dong dong dong..."

There were endless knocks on the door, and Yi Bowen was sent to open the door.

"Zheng Xiaoming?"

"It's me," pushing Yi Bowen away, "Where is Ji Shiyao, let him come out."

Ji Shiyao was wearing cotton slippers, and he was still drinking the remaining half glass of milk, "What are you doing! What's wrong with you?"

Zheng Xiaoming calmed down after being asked this question, and rubbed his hands together, "Then what, let's sit down and ask Yi Bowen to pour me a cup of tea."

Ji Shiyao was not happy, "You fall on your own!"

Zheng Xiaoming then went to the kitchen to pour water by himself, and when the water came out, Ji Shiyao and Yi Bowen sat on the sofa together, waiting for his next words.

Zheng Xiaoming sat down with water.

Ji Shiyao stretched out his leg and kicked him, "Say something quickly."

Zheng Xiaoming took a deep breath, "I want to come out."

Ji Shiyao and Yi Bowen looked at each other, then looked back at Zheng Xiaoming, "Go ahead."

"What are you talking about?" Zheng Xiaoming looked blank, and then he suddenly remembered something, "Oh, I want to ask if there is anything special about coming out of the closet? I don't have much experience."

Ji Shiyao turned back to Yi Bowen and said, "Why don't you talk to him?"

Yi Bowen shook his head, "I'm going to bathe the curly hair." As he spoke, he picked up the curly hair that had been nestling at his feet.

"Then you go!" Zheng Xiaoming was in a hurry, looking at Ji Shiyao eagerly, "Then tell me!"

Ji Shiyao smiled at him, "Aren't you a prodigal in love? A prodigal in love doesn't like to come out."

Zheng Xiaoming finally understood, "Aren't you all out of the closet?"

Yi Bowen sighed as he walked, and said something softly to Curly, but Zheng Xiaoming didn't hear it.

"What did he say!" Zheng Xiaoming would be very manic this time, coming out of the closet was a big deal in his eyes, but he hit a soft nail here.

Ji Shiyao finally laughed out loud, "Why are you so crazy, didn't you just sleep with someone? If you sleep, you sleep."

Yi Bowen quickly covered Curly's ears, "Don't listen."

Zheng Xiaoming turned his head and glared at him, Yi Bowen hurried away with Curly Hair in his arms, "Let's go take a bath."

Ji Shiyao continued: "Don't be impulsive, first ask Huahua what attitude she has?"

"I didn't contact him," Zheng Xiaoming asked Ji Shiyao instead, "Has he gone to work recently? What do you think of his attitude?"

Ji Shiyao didn't dare to make rash comments on this matter, if it was too big, it would be big, if it was too small, it would be nothing.

"Look at how promising you are! Ask yourself!" Ji Shiyao went to find Yi Bowen after finishing speaking.

The curly hair was splashing happily in the water, Ji Shiyao found it very funny, "Is this an authentic dog planer?"

"Well, I'm trying to teach him backstroke," Yi Bowen turned Curly's body over, "Look."

"Really." Ji Shiyao was amused.

It's just that the curly hair fluttered a few times and turned into a dog planer again.

They came out after bathing and drying the curly hair, and Zheng Xiaoming had already left.

"What did you tell him?" Yi Bowen asked.

"What else can I say? Stop him. This person thinks coming out is a joke, as if he can stop playing when he feels bitter." Ji Shiyao put the curly hair on the ground and kicked it.

"Take it easy!" Yi Bowen looked at him anxiously, "But he doesn't have our key now, right?"

"Isn't it all for you?" Ji Shiyao said with a smile.

"That's good," Yi Bowen pulled Ji Shiyao back, "Stop kicking and go to bed."

"Okay." Ji Shiyao glanced at Curly Hair with some nostalgia, but followed Yi Bowen.

As soon as he returned to the room, Ji Shiyao's cell phone rang, and he hesitated to pick it up.

"Lawyer Zhao?"

"Yaoyao, it's me."