The beautiful boy is disobedient, take over!

Ling Zhigang saw Zhong Ming standing alone under the camphor tree outside the school, just like when he first met, wearing a hat and scarf, with only a pair of eyes exposed, standing in the snow.

This boy looks so damn good-looking, standing there, he is a handsome boy.

Ling Zhigang suddenly found out that he didn't know when he started to feel unbearable for Zhong Ming. He should have rushed out of the car, threw the script on the boy's face, questioned him, and repaired him severely. until he completely surrendered.He has means and some strength.

But suddenly he couldn't bear it anymore, for nothing else, just standing there for Zhong Ming, who looked beautiful and beautiful, and seemed to be a blockbuster one day.

He is so beautiful, full of talent, and lucky. If he hadn't met him, it seemed that he would have had a bright and dazzling future.

Zhong Ming clearly recognized his car at a glance. He squinted his eyes and looked over. The snowflakes were not that big, but he might have been waiting for a long time, and a layer fell on his shoulders, as did his hat.He waved his hand and smiled at him.

With just a thought, Ling Zhigang put away the script, then turned a corner, and stopped in front of Zhong Ming.

Zhong Ming beat the snowflakes on his body and sat in, bringing a gust of biting wind, he rubbed his hands and said, "If I had known I would have to wait so long, I wouldn't have come out so early, and read a book in the library for a while. "

Ling Zhi just didn't speak, and after driving for a while, he asked, "Did you see the things sent to your house?"

"I see, thank you." Zhong Ming turned to look at him and asked, "How do you know that my mother doesn't have a medical card?"

"I knew it when I went to the hospital last time. It's just a little effort. I hope it can help you."

"Thank you." Zhong Ming glanced out of the car window and said, "Let's stop at the entrance of the supermarket, the food at home is all finished."

"Today's Christmas Eve, let's eat outside."

In fact, it was a temporary arrangement, but fortunately, even if all the restaurants were overcrowded on Christmas Eve, Ling Zhigang could still eat in any restaurant he wanted.He took Zhong Ming to the highest restaurant in the city. As soon as he got off the car, Zhong Ming knew where they were going. He was very surprised. Ling Zhi just took him to the famous revolving restaurant, which was at the top of the sightseeing tower.He had made a joking agreement with Shen Jun before, saying that in the future, if anyone has money and realizes his dream, he will bring him to this restaurant for dinner.

This was the tallest building in the city. They took the elevator up, and the waiters there obviously recognized Ling Zhigang, and when they saw him, they all bowed and called Mr. Ling.Zhong Ming asked, "Isn't it the first time you brought someone here for dinner?"

"No, basically I brought all my female companions here."

"Oh." Zhong Ming smiled and said, "It's really high here."

He leaned on the railing and looked down, and saw the whole city crawling under his feet. This feeling of seeing all the small mountains at a glance made him feel very refreshed. Looking down from this height, the snowflakes seemed to be falling towards people's houses. There is a shocking beauty in pouring.The restaurant was rotating extremely slowly. He just stood there and looked in all four directions. Ling Zhigang had been sitting aside and watching him quietly.

"You can still see our school's gymnasium here, look there!" Zhong Ming turned around in surprise and called Ling Zhigang, only to find that Ling Zhigang had been staring at him with a very strange look, as if Looking at him, thinking silently.Zhong Ming had no choice but to pretend that he didn't see it, and continued to look down on the railing.The night scene of this city's feasting and feasting quickly occupied all his thoughts. He took a long breath and saw that many people beside him were taking pictures, so he took out his mobile phone and took a picture for himself as a record. commemorate.Ling Zhigang waved and said, "It's time to eat, come here quickly."

Only then did Zhong Ming return to his seat. There was dim light in the restaurant, changing colors constantly with the music, everything was like a dream, Ling Zhigang said: "You can see it even when you are sitting in your seat."

"That's different. It's shocking to look close to the glass. It's so beautiful here."

Except for the two men around them, all of them were lovers. When the waiter brought the dishes, the music in the restaurant suddenly stopped. Several people walked in with their violins. Holding a bouquet of roses, a man who was eating suddenly stood up. His girlfriend seemed to realize it and covered her mouth in surprise.

Christmas Eve, Christmas Eve, and foreign festivals seem to be more acceptable to young people than traditional Chinese festivals, and they are also more romantic.On this night, many people are destined to hold hands and become lovers, and many lovers are destined to enter the palace of marriage.Everything is so romantic, the man asked if you would marry me, the woman wept with joy and said she would.Then the people around booed and applauded.

Zhong Ming, who is romantic by nature, was very moved by such a marriage proposal. He even showed a little envy when he looked at the couple.He looked at Ling Zhigang, Ling Zhigang suddenly said: "You don't have to expect me to do this, I'm not so romantic."

Zhong Ming blushed, and said, "I didn't think so." He was silent for a while, and then said, "Actually, it's quite romantic to propose here. If you want to get married in the future, you can also follow the example they have with your daughter here." She must be very touched when a friend proposes."

"As long as you are willing to spend money, it can be romantic anywhere."

Zhong Ming was speechless, and he knew that talking about romance with a vulgar and lazy man like Ling Zhigang was simply playing the piano with a cow.They are so different. Ling Zhigang is strong, rational, and always confident in doing things, but Zhong Ming is just the opposite. He is romantic, sentimental, emotional and full of imagination. Their personalities are complementary when they get along well, and they are incompatible when they get along well.

For Zhong Ming today, there is obviously a bit of incompatibility between them now. He feels that Ling Zhigang will never understand him, so he doesn't bother to talk.Ling Zhigang seemed to have something on his mind, and he didn't say a word during the whole meal. They ate Western food, and Zhong Ming was not used to even using a knife and fork.Thanks to Ling Zhigang, Zhong Ming drank a bottle of red wine that he didn't even dare to look at the price.

But you get what you pay for, and the red wine is indeed worth the money.Zhong Ming drank in a high spirited mood, and his mood rose, and he began to talk endlessly.

The most worthy thing for him to talk about is of course the stage play he is about to start. He told Ling Zhigang a lot of interesting things about the rehearsal process. I usually don't like him talking about stage plays, so he keeps it in his heart. Now that he's talking about it, he feels very happy. He was talking eloquently, when the man suddenly raised his head and asked, "I saw you writing a new script two days ago. , is it finished?"

Zhong Ming was taken aback for a moment, and then Ling Zhigang asked, "What did you write this time?"

"Ms. Song from the University of Arts asked me to write...a story, and there is nothing worth mentioning. It's not well written."

"Show it to me someday when you have time."

"It's nothing to look at. I'll show it to Mr. Song. He hasn't returned it to me yet."

"Actually, if you want to write well, you should write about realistic subjects. You can write about people around you...such as me."

The fork in Zhong Ming's hand "cracked" against the plate, he raised his head, his throat moved slightly, and a blunt smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and said, "What do you have to write about?"

He lowered his head and said, "I'm not skilled enough to write realistic subjects."

"I'm also a suggestion. I don't mind if you write me. I just hope you can write me better." The man smiled a little as he spoke, looked up at him, and there was a slight line in the corner of his eyes.

Zhong Ming sensed a hint of danger. He lightly stroked the knife and fork in his hand and asked, "Do you know something?"

"Know what?" The man looked up at him with a serious face, as if he didn't know anything.

Zhong Ming was also a little confused and nervous, he coughed and said, "It's nothing."

"You have to tell the truth." Ling Zhigang smiled, as if joking: "Do you still remember what I told you, if I catch you doing small tricks behind my back, I will not spare you lightly."

Zhong Ming finished the rest of the meal with anxiety. When they got off the elevator, they met a group of street performers on the street, where they braved the snow to perform.Zhong Ming took out a coin and threw it in. After watching it for a while, Ling Zhigang suddenly said, "Don't look, let's take a walk."

On a peaceful snowy night, two people braved the snow to take a walk on the street, which seemed to be something only lovers would do.Zhong Ming's footsteps always seem to be one step slower than Ling Zhigang's. After an arm's distance, Ling Zhigang suddenly turned around and asked, "Zhong Ming, would you believe me if I said I like you?"

"Believe it." Zhong Ming slapped the snowflakes on his body and said, "Otherwise you wouldn't want to keep me."

"I'm talking about another kind of liking." Ling Zhigang stood under the streetlight and looked at him with a serious expression, but his tone was very light: "I don't know if I met too many couples today, I suddenly had a thought in my heart, no I just want to sleep with you and have a relationship with you. What do you think?"