Acting as a substitute

Yuan Jiayi turned his head when he heard the sound, and the long broom in his hand also turned around with him, and just swung it on the head of the person who called him.

There was a promotion in the store today, and the biggest broom was only 18 yuan. Naturally, Yuan Jiayi would not let it go, so he decisively took the biggest broom.

The huge broom head hangs on the face of the person behind him, making it difficult for people to see who he is for a while.

Seeing that he had caused trouble, Yuan Jiayi hurriedly apologized and removed the things from his head.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sir, I'm carrying something in my hand, and I didn't grasp the direction."

People who can call him by his name shouldn't know him as well, right?

Thinking this way in my heart, my eyes have already fallen on the face of the man behind me.

He slightly widened his eyes and smiled, "Mr. Wen?"

Wenger's stylish back was scraped by Yuan Jiayi's big broom, but he still smiled and raised his hand to brush it casually, "I said it looks like you, but I didn't expect it to be you."

Yuan Jiayi scratched the back of his neck with his hand, feeling a little embarrassed, seeing that Wenger seemed to want to chat for a while, so he moved his seat and asked the customer behind them to pay first, "Mr. Wen, I'm sorry, I was careless of."

"Jiayi, what are you talking about, how can you become a doctor if you are careless?"

Wenger was holding two large baskets of snacks in his hand, Yuan Jiayi was so greedy that he subconsciously looked inside.

Noticing his undisguised eyes, Wenger smiled, "You like to eat too?"

"No, no, no, no," Yuan Jiayi realized that his gaze might be too explicit, so he quickly waved his hands, "I'm just looking."

People who say this usually say it out of embarrassment.

"I bought this for the employees," Wenger didn't know why he had to explain, he casually picked up the cheese pudding inside twice, and said with a smile to Chaoyuan Jiayi, "There is a girl who works overtime with hypoglycemia, I am the boss Yes, you can’t sit idly by.”

"If you don't work overtime, you won't have hypoglycemia."

Yuan Jiayi lowered his head and grunted, realizing that he had spoken his mind, his expression was even more embarrassing than Wenger's.

Wen Gequan presumed he didn't hear what he said, seeing Yuan Jiayi's full of joy washed away the unnaturalness on his face.

He looked at the daily necessities held in the young man's arms, and quickly made a guess.

"You... moved to a new house?"

Yuan Jiayi nodded and asked in surprise, "How do you know?"

"Well, I'll take these upstairs," Wenger walked towards the cashier, not allowing Yuan Jiayi to retort, "wait for me for a while."

"Waiting for you...what to do?"

Having never had such an experience, Yuan Jiayi felt very strange and strange.

"I'll help you move things. You just moved to a new house and you must add a lot of things. Don't refuse me. Last time you left in a hurry, you didn't have time to have a good chat."

Yuan Jiayi was very embarrassed.

He didn't really want to add anything.

But Wenger said it to this point, if he didn't wait, it would be quite unreasonable.

After Wenger paid, he seemed anxious to make a phone call. After a while, a man in his early thirties came out of the office building next to the convenience store.

Yuan Jiayi bent down to avoid the convenience store plaque that blocked his view, looked up at the building behind the man, saw the four large characters on the roof, and swallowed his saliva.

The house was rented by him, but it actually ran under the noses of the Wen Group.

Wenger handed the things to the assistant, turned around and looked at the dumbfounded Yuan Jiayi, smiled, and walked towards him.

"It's almost Chinese New Year, why did you move out? You're not with Boss?"

He knew that he was a little rude to ask, but seeing Yuan Jiayi's downfall, he thought it would be best if he broke up with Bo Shenyan.

"Ah, no, no," Yuan Jiayi was lowering his head to sort out his bags. Hearing his question, he helped Bo Shenyan explain, "Mr. Bo and I are just friends. How could we talk about being together? Mr. Wen, how are you doing?" Think about it."

"Jiayi, do you like milk very much?"

After listening to his explanation, Wenger raised his eyebrows noncommittally, and looked down at Yuan Jiayi's old shopping bag that had been recycled many times. There were more than a dozen bags of cheap milk in it. go outside.

After he snatched the bag from his hand, Yuan Jiayi suddenly retracted his fingertips stuck to the Band-Aid, curled up in his palm and answered in a low voice.

"Fortunately."

He didn't want anything to do with Wenger, or anyone.

But Wenger's enthusiasm made him unable to avoid it. If he went to recapture his bag on the street with people coming and going, it should not be a beautiful scene.

But he still fought for it, "Mr. Wen, it's very important. I'll do it myself. Thank you."

"No, no, you are skinny and have no strength. How can you move so many things by yourself?" Wenger walked faster, with a smile on his face. Take these home."

Yuan Jiayi smiled, pursed his lips and did not refute.

"Where is your home?"

Wenger has been working for a long time, and he has neglected to exercise recently, and he followed Yuan Jiayi with a lot of things. Seeing that he was far away, he asked a question casually.

"Turn left ahead and you'll be there, that's the building."

"That?" Seeing the small gray building in front of him, Wenger couldn't believe it, "Is there no elevator in that building?"

"Ah, yes, no," Yuan Jiayi paused, turned around and smiled apologetically, "Okay, thank you, Mr. Wen, I'll go up by myself."

After finishing speaking, he took the bag from Wenger's hand, pinned the broom around his waist, and walked into the corridor with a little force in his hands. Remembering that he didn't say goodbye, he waved the plastic bag back, "Goodbye, Mr. Wen."

Looking at this gentle young man who loves to smile, Wenger suddenly felt distressed.

He followed Yuan Jiayi into the narrow corridor, grabbed the bag in his hand again, and strode upstairs, "Which floor?"

"The top floor...the eighth floor." Yuan Jiayi found it difficult to speak.

Hearing what he said, Wenger couldn't help but froze.

The houses around here are all old houses. The demolition and reconstruction plan had already come down, but for some unknown reason it was put on hold for a long time.

There is no elevator because the first and second floors belong to the ground floor. If the residential building is counted from the third floor, the top floor is only 6 floors.

But the place where Yuan Jiayi lived was in the courtyard, there was no ground floor and a long terrace outside the building, so he had to climb eight flights of stairs abruptly.

To show his strength, Wenger jumped upstairs before Yuan Jiayi, and leaned against the wall with his knees panting, looking in disbelief as he was carrying a broom and dustpan and two bags of rice noodles in his hands. Yuan Jiayi, who didn't blush and didn't have a heartbeat.

He looked down at the bag in his hand and couldn't help but praise it.

"...Uh, I didn't expect you to be quite strong."

If he had known earlier, he wouldn't be ashamed to come up here in a hurry. He could easily carry it up by himself.

"well enough."

Yuan Jiayi put the noodles on the ground, took out the key and opened the door, the old lock might be a little rusty, he bent down and poked at the keyhole for a long time before turning it open.

Standing behind him, Wenger set his eyes on Yuan Jiayi's slender waist, and imagined Bo Shenyan wantonly pinching this waist.

He was a little pissed.

It's more of jealousy.

"Mr. Wen?" Called him several times but there was no response. Yuan Jiayi found his gaze wandering around his waist, picked up a rice bag to block it, and frowned slightly, "Mr. Wen."

"Ah? Haha," Wenger walked in with the bag in his hand, "I'm sorry, I was distracted."

Everyone is a man, Yuan Jiayi can naturally see what he is thinking in his heart, not to mention that he himself just had sex a few days ago, and the traces left by Bo Shenyan have not even faded. His eyes, his face couldn't help but feel a little unnatural.

"What does Mr. Wen drink?"

After helping himself to carry things back, he couldn't drive people away at the door, Yuan Jiayi put away the rice noodles and went to the window to collect the water that had been dried before.

"I only have plain water and the milk I just bought...which one do you drink?"

"Water, just water."

Wenger took off his coat and hung it at the door, looking at the scribbled furnishings in the room with his hips akimbo.

The whole house looks to be about forty square meters, but it is very smooth, from the bedroom to the living room to the kitchen, there is not even a wall.

The floor is camouflaged with wood-grain leather, and the pavement is uneven at the door, and the edges are already curled.

It is estimated that Yuan Jiayi just moved in today, and the house has not been tidied up. The suitcase with a small hole was piled up next to the chair at the end of the bed, revealing the corner of the clothes inside.

"Mr. Wen, drink water."

The water was so dry that it was a little cold, so Yuan Jiayi had to boil half a pot again, mix it with the cold water from before, and put it in a bowl and hand it to Wenger who was sitting on the sofa.

His height is almost the same as Bo Shenyan's, but it may be because he is much older than Bo Shenyan, and his body seems to be more mature, sitting there like a serious parent that cannot be ignored.

"Thank you." Wenger took the bowl and glanced at it, then looked up at Yuan Jiayi, said nothing, and took a sip with a smile.

Yuan Jiayi knew that he was worried about the container he filled with water, so he stood next to him and rubbed his hands awkwardly, explaining, "I just moved in, I haven't bought a cup or anything, I only have a bowl, don't you mind .”

Holding the bowl, Wenger stroked the patterns on it, and looked at Yuan Jiayi curiously again.

Such a good baby, out of some inexplicable mentality, Bo Shenyan was willing to release him?

Uncomfortable being stared at by Wenger, Yuan Jiayi walked back to the kitchen, pretending to accidentally see the time, "Ah, dude, it's almost eleven o'clock, I said why am I so sleepy."

Hearing what this little guy said, Wenger finally couldn't help laughing. He put down the bowl and stood up, "Yes, Jiayi, you have a good rest, I'm leaving first."

When Yuan Jiayi heard it, he was overjoyed, and hurried to the door to open it for him.

Unexpectedly, Wenger grabbed his wrist.

"If you really broke up with Bo Shenyan, then...would you give me a chance?"

The author has something to say: Xiao Bo: Why did I smell a bit of a lost daughter-in-law?

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感谢在2021-02-1023:39:09~2021-02-1112:33:34期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Chen Xiwei 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 15 bottles of Sanwuah; 10 bottles of millet porridge; 5 bottles of Ye Yuntang and Ye Yuntang; 3 bottles of LXJ; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!