His white moonlight, slag skill level one hundred

It is not easy to take this step. Su Zhe is very afraid of Xiang Bei's reaction deep in his heart. Judging from the information he has so far, his so-called "mystery" is all based on the existence of the narration frame. Probably not caring about him at all, and the effects of that would be devastating.

What if Xiangbei decides not to see him again?

Su Zhe knows very well that the kind attitude of Xiangbei's parents depends entirely on Xiangbei's attitude. Whatever he likes about him or who thinks he is good is all love. Go back to N City, and you will be no stranger to Xiangbei from now on.

Su Zhe deliberately remained silent for a long time. This time he was really looking forward to the appearance of the narration frame. However, he waited for a full 5 minutes, and the narration frame disappeared completely as if dead. He even looked around and still found nothing.To his surprise, Xiang Bei didn't say a word, he didn't even urge him, he just washed his face calmly, rinsed his mouth to spit out the blood, and then took out his phone to scan.He was so nervous here that his forehead was sweating and his breathing was short of breath, but he was relaxed in the north, and the scene was a little funny for a while.

"Xiao Bei!" Xiang Bei's mother's worried voice came from the living room, "Are you okay?"

"I'm here." Xiang Bei said, this is an objective fact, usually used to indicate that he is fine to avoid triggering the spirit of speech.

"I'm making dumplings today, come out and help out quickly." Xiang Dong shouted, "Don't try to be lazy!"

Looking north to Su Zhe: "Go out and help?"

Su Zhe was stunned for a moment, and then felt a little guilty. Xiang Bei's nonchalant attitude made him ashamed of his cowardice, and also made him notice the emotion behind this cowardice. He was very troubled.

Aha, this day has finally arrived, but the narration box that has never appeared has jumped out at this time, and it has a mocking tone.

Su Zhe was almost out of breath. When Xiang Bei turned around, he waved wildly in the air for a while. He watched the narration frame disappear before he was relieved. When he turned around, he found that Xiang Bei was looking at him and smiling. His narrow eyes clearly showed that he saw everything. .

Damn, wait until I confess... wait until I confess!

With this in mind, Su Zhe gathered his courage and focused on the movements of his hands during the whole dumpling-making process. It had been a while before he realized that it was too quiet beside the table.He raised his head and saw Xiangbei's mother smiling and said: "Don't use too much force, the edges are all broken."

As soon as Su Zhe lowered his head, he found that the sides of some dumplings had been pinched translucently by him repeatedly. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He checked all the dumplings to make sure they were not damaged before he felt relieved.

"Xiao Zhe seems to be good at making dumplings." Xiang Dong smiled, "The accent doesn't look like a northerner."

"I'm from City S." Su Zhe said, "But my mother is from the north."

"Oh, where is it?" Xiangbei's mother asked excitedly, "Is it close?"

"Uh, not too close." Su Zhe smiled, it's hard to say that he didn't dare to come out and he hasn't been in touch with his family for several years because of the marriage urging.

Xiang Dong probably noticed something, and interrupted: "Oh, he is at our house now, why are you asking this? Chinese New Year."

"That's right, yes." Xiangbei's mother hurriedly said, "After the dumplings are served later, you can taste the saltiness and lightness first. I asked Xiaobei if it suits your taste. I told Xiaobei that you don't like sweet ones."

Su Zhe suddenly remembered a serious problem, his face changed, and he looked up at Xiang Bei.

"I made stuffing." Xiang Bei replied without raising his head, "I want to eat too."

"What are you talking about, kid!" Xiangbei's father, who was rolling out dumpling wrappers, shouted, "How hard your mother is cooking!"

"Do you think it's okay if you don't work hard?" Xiang Bei said calmly.

"How can you talk to your mother!" Xiangbei's father seemed very serious.

Su Zhe was a little nervous at first, but after observing a few words, he found that the family seemed to be joking. Xiang Bei calmly asked questions, his parents reprimanded him leisurely, and Xiang Dong fanned the flames with a smile and cursing. A sense of harmony until the door was knocked.

After rolling the skin, Xiang Bei's father naturally answered the door. There was a loud noise at the door, as if he was saying hello. When Su Zhe heard a very familiar voice, the guest had already entered the house and stood in the living room.

Lin An's smile froze the moment he saw Su Zhe, and it took him a long time to recover, and he yelled, "Why are you here?!"

Xiang Bei raised his head and stared at Lin An without saying a word.Su Zhe's heart was rumbling. For a moment, he had the illusion of retribution. The nightmare he thought he had gotten rid of came back in this way. Various thoughts flashed in his mind, and there were countless ways to solve it. In the current embarrassment, however, what he thought inexplicably was, what would Xiangbei think when he confessed next time after Lin An was driven away?

Fuck, calm down!

Su Zhe took a deep breath, and was about to explain, Lin An had already stepped forward and said, "You didn't come to see me, did you? Let me tell you that I won't promise you anything!"

Su Zhe's expression was extremely subtle, between hesitation and embarrassment, but he was not angry or ashamed at all, and was desensitized to a certain extent. However, the puzzled eyes of the four parents on both sides still made him feel uncomfortable. A lot of pressure.

In the silence, Xiang Bei said slowly, "I invited Su Zhe to celebrate the New Year."

Lin An was stunned for a moment, and said, "Why did you invite him? He... I have not contacted him long ago."

"I know." Xiang Bei kept making dumplings, "I also know about your relationship with him."

"We didn't!" Lin An emphasized, "He chased me, but I didn't agree, but he has been pestering me for ten years."

"Oh?" Xiang Bei put down the dumpling in his hand and looked at Su Zhe, "Do you want to chase him now?"

I'm not sick, you don't want him? !

Su Zhe swallowed this sentence, and said firmly: "Of course not!"

Xiang Bei laughed and looked at Lin An with a classic expression: "Did you hear that?"

Lin An stood there like an idiot, with his back hunched and shoulders slumped, his expression switching back and forth between confusion and anger, and he opened his mouth for a long time without uttering a word.He is not stupid, Xiang Bei's attitude has already explained everything, but in his mind Xiang Bei is still the image of the cold and ruthless Kaolin Flower.

"No...no, you...you...don't you?" Lin An stammered, "Don't tell me you two are together? Don't you like women?"

Xiang Bei still had those three words: "Even so, so what? What does it have to do with you?"

"I……"

Lin An's face was flushed red, and he didn't utter a word for a long time under the gaze of his parents, but he still refused to give up when he turned to the north, and deliberately said to Su Zhe in a sweet tone: "Honey, you won't think about Lin An anymore. Are you safe?"

"Not at all!" Su Zhe said loudly, "How can he compare with you?!"

"How do you talk?" Probably Lin An's father's middle-aged man said, "What's going on with you?"

Xiangbei's father laughed: "Oh, your children and grandchildren have their own blessings, why bother with them? Are you going to celebrate the New Year too? Or, let's end here today?"

These words were too blunt, Lin An's parents seemed to be afraid of Xiang Bei's parents, squeezed out an ugly smile and left quickly.Lin An took a step and turned his head three times, his eyes were full of disbelief, and his back actually seemed to be lost.

As soon as the door was closed, Su Zhe immediately said, "You haven't told Lin An about us?"

"No." Xiang Bei lowered his head again and picked up the dumplings, "Why am I telling him this?"

Su Zhe: "..."

Yes, yes, but...it seems to make sense from any angle, but it doesn't feel right from any angle.

Su Zhe finished making the dumplings in silence, and while the dumplings were cooked, he stared at the TV on the sofa for a long time, as if checking the nearest plane by accident, um, counting the time for packing, He can be home by twelve o'clock tonight.

Well, early death is also death, and late death is also death.

Su Zhe opened Xiangbei's WeChat and sent a message: Do you know such a thing as a narration frame?

A few seconds later, Xiang Bei rushed out of the toilet with his trousers in his hands, stared at Su Zhe with a shocked expression for a moment, and suddenly yelled: "You and I come into the room!"