cheongsam boy

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The tongue of fire licks the tobacco, and when you nibble and inhale, the bitter smoke passes through the filter soaked in the popcorn juice, and the bitterness and sweetness blend and collide between the lips and teeth, melting all the troubles.

Seeing Song Rin's eyes narrowed in satisfaction, Gu Zhuo glanced over the half-folded cigarette that had lost its flavor just now, and he understood.

He hooked the trash can on the side with his foot, flicked the ash into it, and asked, "I remember last time you said that you usually smoke Xuanmen?"

Song Rin glanced at the light blue cigarette case on the window sill, and answered with a smile.

The cigarette case lay half open on the window sill, neatly arranged thin cigarettes behind the messy folded tinfoil.The exterior of the cigarette case is more worn, but there are few vacancies inside. It is obvious that the owner of this case does not smoke often.

For infrequent smokers, once they start smoking, it's not about relationships but about their minds.

Gu Zhuo is careful, and he tends to think too much about the people and things he cares about. He lowered his eyes and took a breath of the cigarette, and asked while breathing lightly, "Do you only smoke this kind?"

Song Rin was savoring the sweetness of stamina, and followed the answer, but then he reacted, and turned his eyes to look through the smoke: "Why do you ask so suddenly?"

"It's nothing, I just thought of a word suddenly," Gu Zhuo withdrew the smoke from his mouth, and when the smoke cleared, his eyes met Song Rin's eyes, "Don't the old people say that only those who smoke Xuanmen are in love?" In love again, from this point of view, Chief Song should also be such a person."

Song Rin had heard about the smoke before, and he didn't know if it was the right answer. Over the years, his heart had always been on Qiao Heng.

Long-term love is long-term love, but the result of long-term love is bitter fruit.

For a while, Song Rin's throat overflowed with bitterness, he shook his head with a smile, and was about to say something, but at the moment when he met Gu Zhuo's gaze, he swallowed back the meaning of the words.

As the smoke faded, the emotion in those eyes was revealed without any concealment.

Not straightforward, but not cryptic either.

Song Rin's hands trembling, he pretended to be calm, and replied: "Well, there is someone I have liked for a long time."

"I liked it before," Gu Zhuo said in a low voice, he tilted his head and asked, "Then why don't you like it now?"

"It's a very complicated reason." Song Rin flicked the cigarette ash, and while it was scattered, he returned Gu Zhuo's gaze, "but in summary, it's also very simple."

The reasons for such contradictions aroused Gu Zhuo's curiosity even more, and when he wanted to continue asking, Song Rin opened his mouth again.

"Because he doesn't like men."

There is an unwritten rule in the circle that no straight man should be recruited when recruiting anyone, and before Song Rin said the reason, Gu Zhuo had thought about a lot in those few seconds, but this was the only one he hadn't thought about.

It's impossible not to be shocked, but after reacting, Gu Zhuo looked at Song Rin with a much more complicated look, showing pity, sympathy... and even a little admiration.

Song Rin could see the emotion in his eyes, and helplessly extinguished the cigarette: "You look at me like that, you think I'm miserable, it's nothing..."

"Song Rin."

When the ashes were scattered, Gu Zhuo interrupted suddenly, he took a breath, and approached by flicking the cigarette.

Gu Zhuo took off his glasses, slowly raised his eyes, stared into Song Rin's eyes and said, "You know, I like men, right?"

Complicated fragrance wrapped in straightforward eyes, Song Rin was trapped between the corner of the wall and Gu Zhuo, with no way to retreat backwards, sinking deeper and deeper forward.

There is no escape, no place to hide.

Song Rin looked away, stared at the dangling gold chain glasses, and whispered, "I know."

"Then you..." Gu Zhuo thought about it, he didn't want to be too abrupt, but he had to be straightforward, he moved his fingers tentatively, little by little, "It should be obvious that I like you, right?"

Fingers follow the words, jump over the sun, pass through the smoke, and catch the fingertips of the person opposite step by step.

Song Rin's cold fingertips were suddenly covered with soft warmth, his heart jumped suddenly, and he wanted to stop reflexively, but in the next second, he suppressed his physiological reaction forcefully.

Fingertips pressed against fingertips, this is a simple touch, but there is a hot feeling secretly.

There was no further movement, the two were silent, sawing in the afternoon breeze.

Finally, Song Rin loosened his guard first, took a deep breath, and raised his eyes to meet Gu Zhuo's gaze while exhaling.

"Yes, I know."

Hearing Song Rin's words, Gu Zhuosui expected it, but he was still relieved. He smiled, and the tips of his bright white teeth shimmered.

"That's good." Gu Zhuo retracted his body, put his glasses back on, and when he looked at Song Rin again, his eyes were full of solemnity, "Song Rin, this may be a bit abrupt, but I really need an excuse to continue contacting you. So forgive my haste."

"I want to ask, Chief Song, can I chase you?"

The wind blew up outside the window, and the rustling sound entered Song Rin's ears with solemn words, and the friendship in Gu Zhuo's eyes opened the way for him, driving straight to plunder all his thoughts.

Every single word made Song Rin's heart beat violently.

Song Rin has always been a person who does things with foresight and forethought. Whether it is work or emotion, he will think twice.

But now, all his thoughts are scattered in Gu Zhuo's confession, and all the brain cells are sending out the signal of consent.

Song Rin tensed his muscles and looked up at Gu Zhuo. Although he had known the person in front of him for less than a month, it was undeniable that he couldn't escape the details of the details during the time after time.

This heartbeat is not the fiery beating of a young Liaoyuan, but the buzzing sound like warm water grinding jade.

Although it beats at a low frequency, it is always long-lasting. When it is discovered, it has already been trapped in the atrium.

Song Rin can't escape, and Gu Zhuo won't let him escape either.That being the case, why should he twitch.

Song Rin raised her fingertips upwards and pressed against Gu Zhuo's fingertips: "Yes."

In fact, before agreeing, Song Rin's heart was extremely tense, for fear of making mistakes, but when the words came out, they were naturally smooth, as if they were promised by fate.

The tension disappeared, and Song Rin also let go of her pressure, looking at Gu Zhuo with a faint smile.

Gu Zhuo, on the other hand, couldn't stand being stared at and laughed like this. He raised his hand and tapped Song Rin's knuckles, complaining a little aggrieved.

"I was thinking about how to use my family relationship to get close to you after finishing the cheongsam. I really didn't think about being so straightforward."

"Really?" Song Rin indulged the small movements of his hands, "Then why is it suddenly like this?"

Gu Zhuo tilted his head and said with a smile: "Because I'm afraid you will run away, I'm afraid you will retreat."

Song Rin was puzzled by these words, and Gu Zhuo could also see it. He pointed to the cigarette case on the window sill: "The ambiguity in the room just now made you very uncomfortable, otherwise you wouldn't suddenly smoke."

His mind was punctured, and Song Rin's face flashed a bit of embarrassment. No matter how well he behaved in front of Gu Zhuo now, it is undeniable that he was put in that ambiguity and was defeated by teasing.

Song Rinqing coughed and looked away, and replied with a little temper: "That's because you tried too much."

"Okay, I was wrong, I shouldn't have done that." Gu Zhuo responded kindly, "Please don't deduct points from me, Chief Song, I will never be so frivolous again in the future."

Song Rin was complied with, and the embarrassment caused by him gradually faded away. He breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "Take another root?"

"Okay," Gu Zhuo took the initiative to pass the cigarette case to Song Rin to choose, but suddenly said while touching, "Can I change the cigarette case with you?"

Song Rin's hand that picked up the cigarette paused: "Change the cigarette case?"

"Yes," Gu Zhuo grabbed the box of cigarettes on the window sill, and shook Song Rin, "I've never smoked this kind of cigarette, and now I want to taste the taste of long-lasting love."

The cigarette bumped into the cigarette box following the movement, making a smart sound, as if it was chords for Song Rin's throbbing.

Song Rin raised her eyebrows and smiled, holding Gu Zhuo's cigarette case, imitating his movements, shaking it, and teasingly said: "Then what am I, a taste of passion?"

In Gu Zhuo's cigarette case, there are various types of cigarettes. Although it is a novelty, it lacks the specific ingredients in the brand cigarette case.

Originally, Song Rin just wanted to continue this joke to cover up her rapid heartbeat, but she never thought that Gu Zhuo would take it seriously, and frowned very seriously to explain.

"I don't mean that," Gu Zhuo glanced at his cigarette case with some resentment, pursed his lips and said, "I just want to take a place by your side and leave something that reminds you of me."

When Gu Zhuo said this, his expression was very serious and sincere, and the last sound that dropped suddenly was a little bit shy. It was obviously not a very provocative love story, but it was more gentle than those gentle words in his ears. Soft words are even more unbearable.

The iron box held in the palm seemed to be on fire, causing Song Rin's fingertips to turn red, spreading all the way up to his cheeks, creating a blush that could not be blown away by the cold wind.

Song Rin closed the cigarette case suddenly, facing the heartbeat that couldn't be concealed, he felt a little timid for a while.

Just when his thoughts were in a mess, a burst of cell phone ringing broke the situation for him and found a way out.

Gu Zhuo frowned in boredom, and took out his phone from his pocket. When he saw the caller ID, his eyes flashed a little helpless.

He picked up the phone, hummed a few times, and then said, "You go down first, I'll call him... Yes, I'll be right away."

After finishing speaking, Gu Zhuo hung up the phone, and he put Song Rin's cigarette case into his pocket very smoothly: "It's almost two o'clock, Xunzi has gone downstairs to call a car and is about to leave, what else do you need to take?" Is it?"

Hearing what Gu Zhuo said, Song Rin was startled, he hurriedly took out his phone to check the time, it was indeed almost two o'clock.

Seeing Song Rin's actions, Gu Zhuo apologized a bit, and said in a low voice, "I shouldn't be in such a hurry, and you didn't have a rest at noon. You can sleep in the car later."

"No need," Song Rin looked away and waved his hands, "I'll go back to my room to get the materials first."

Gu Zhuo said hello, and followed Song Rin's steps back to the room. After finishing all the documents, they went downstairs together.

When they got downstairs, Yang Xunzi had already hailed the car, and after confirming that nothing was left, they got into the car together and drove to the Weifeng Building where the meeting was held.

Weifeng Building is relatively close to the commercial area of ​​the inner ring, but it takes a lot of time to drive there. Originally, Song Rin planned to use the lunch break to familiarize himself with the materials again, but unexpectedly, he I thought about using the driving time.

But it wasn't long before the car started, and before Song Rin took the materials out of the bag, a pink piggy neck pillow with pouty buttocks was pressed against his briefcase.

Gu Zhuo pushed his glasses, ignored Yang Xunzi's shocked gaze, raised the most gentle smile, and said softly.

"You didn't have a good rest at noon, rely on this to squint in the car for a while."

27. Ginger Red