Oxidation reaction

Please eat on Saturday this week. The location is chosen by Ruan Beichuan. It is a well-known western restaurant in the busiest commercial street in the city. The consumption level per capita is [-].

However, Ruan Nancan had no idea about money, so he casually handed the card to Ruan Beichuan, wrapped himself up in the blanket and lay down on the bed to play games.

After playing for a while, maybe because the game was too boring, he suddenly dropped the phone, turned over with the quilt in his arms, looked at Ruan Beichuan with bright eyes, and asked, "Brother, what did you say to Fang Congxia? Why? Does he want to see you?"

A small window on the website popped up a reminder that the reservation was successful. Ruan Beichuan glanced at the balance in Ruan Nan's ginseng card, transferred a huge sum of money to himself without blushing, and then lazily replied, "I'm with him." Say my brother is sick, if he doesn't forgive you, you will haunt him for the rest of your life."

Ruan Nancan sat up straight, and the static electricity generated by the friction of the cloth made his hair bloom, just like a cat's fur. He stared at Ruan Beichuan and accused loudly, "You're talking nonsense! I'm not sick!"

After finishing speaking, I didn't know what to think of, and my mood sank again. I drooped my head listlessly, sighed, and frowned melancholy, "You've ruined my image, will he really think I'm sick? .”

When staying with Fang Congxia, the other party asked him several times in a fierce tone if he was sick.

Now from Ruan Beichuan's mouth, it seems that the credibility has been improved.

Thinking of this, Ruan Nancan rarely wrinkled his face in worry, he pursed his lips, and looked at Ruan Beichuan hesitantly, his eyes seemed as if the end of the world was approaching.

Ruan Beichuan glanced at him, with a cold face, and said with a fake smile: "Your image has long been ruined by yourself.

It's not good to make any rumors, if you have to say that someone has sexual dysfunction, if I were Fang Congxia, I would never talk to you in my life! "

After he finished speaking, he took Ruan Nancan's mobile phone and wanted to send Fang Congxia the restaurant address and seat information.

But after trying twice, it showed that the sending failed. He clicked his tongue, changed his mobile phone to send a message, and laughed at Ruan Nancan: "What did I say, people have blocked you."

Hearing this, Ruan Nancan's eyes widened in disbelief, and he hurried over to look at it. The chat interface on the blue background was filled with rows of red exclamation marks, as if to show that Fang Congxia hated him.

Like the cold wind in the twelfth lunar month, with a gentle roll, he, the unbranched weed, was beaten back to its original shape.

On the other side, Fang Congxia frowned slightly when he saw the restaurant information sent by Ruan Beichuan.

He knew the consumption level of that restaurant, Ruan Nam Chan didn't have much idea about money, he wasn't.

Since he severed his relationship with his family, he earned all the money for food and clothing by himself.

He sent a text message to Ruan Beichuan, hoping that the other party would cancel the restaurant reservation and eat in a simple place.

Ruan Beichuan didn't respond to him immediately, and after a few minutes, he told him, "No, the reservation cannot be canceled, and the money cannot be refunded."

Seconds later another message came in.

[Go ahead, my brother is rich, you can't beat him.

Besides, if you don't go, my brother will have to pester you every day! 】

But it was already past the off-duty time at this time, Fang Congxia packed up his things and prepared to go home from get off work, but did not see the message from Ruan Beichuan.

After getting out of the elevator box, he lit a cigarette and bit it in his mouth, and walked out of the newspaper building with his bag on his shoulders.

Just after eight o'clock, the orange street lamps on the street blended with the neon lights of various shops to form a colorful light bar.

Because of the rain, the temperature was a little low, the busy streets during the day were deserted, and there were not many people on the road, but Fang Congxia always felt that someone was following him.

The man walked very slowly, and followed him not too far away, which was very strange, not like someone who robbed or sought revenge, as if he just wanted to follow him purely.

But Fang Congxia hated this feeling.

Turning a corner, he flashed sideways into an alley, held his breath and waited against the corner.

Two minutes later, a panic-looking black figure appeared in front of his eyes. The man was very stupid, and when he ran, his left foot tripped over his right foot, and he almost fell.

Fang Congxia immediately stretched out his arms and grabbed the corner of his clothes, pressed against the opponent's chin, and pulled him towards him.

The light that was not too bright in the distance shone, illuminating the panicked face of the follower.

He was very familiar with that face, with fair skin, round eyes, a flat nose bridge, and a very well-behaved appearance, which was very deceptive when pretending to be wronged.

"Why follow me?" He let go of the hand that was holding Ruan Nancan's jaw, took a step back, and looked down at him condescendingly.

Ruan Nancan, who followed for the first time, was still in shock. Knowing that he was blackmailed by Fang Congxia, he didn't eat dinner, so he took a taxi to the vicinity of the newspaper office somehow.

Seeing Fang Congxia, he didn't dare to go up to talk to him. He only dared to follow from a distance, but he was still spotted.

He really is an idiot and can't do anything well.

"I... I passed by..."

Even the excuses are so absurd and unbelievable.

Fang Congxia didn't speak, just stared at him quietly, neither salty nor dull.

The alley was dimly lit, with only a few spots of light projected from tall buildings more than ten meters away.

Therefore, in such an environment, Fang Congxia's gaze, which was tightly focused on Ruan Nancan's face, became very clear, like a needle, piercing into Ruan Nancan's skin without pain.

But Fang Congxia has never been so close to him, nor has he looked at him so intently. Those beautiful eyes seem to be bottomless, and one more look will suck him in.

Ruan Nanshen was stunned for three seconds. He lowered his head very slowly, his eyes dodged and he glanced around, and the roots of his ears gradually turned red.

Thinking of some of the scenes that Ruan Beichuan had described to him, he wondered unrealistically whether Fang Congxia would lean over to kiss him like in the TV series.

But Fang Congxia quickly shattered his fantasy.

"Say it or not? Don't tell me I've called the police."

He was still so tall, there was no special expression on his face, his eyelids were half drooping, and Ruan Nancan's stupid figure was reflected in the dark pupils, maybe his fist would be swung at him in the next second.

Ruan Nancan moved his lips, didn't know what to say, and didn't know what to say, whether Fang Congxia's dislike for him would increase, so he remained silent.

But after waiting for a long time for no response, Fang Congxia ran out of patience. He frowned and looked at Ruan Nanshen, wanting to sneer at him, but found that the other party was stunned, his eyes were bright, and he was staring blankly at him. An unusual shade of pink.

I don't know why, Fang Congxia was so stared at by him, thinking of the illness Ruan Beichuan said, an unformed idea rose in his mind.

He took a step back vigilantly, and asked uncertainly, "You, you don't mean to fight, do you?"

"Let me tell you, you have no chance of winning in a fight, you are not my opponent."

After a pause, Ruan Nancan didn't answer him, but still kept his previous expression and posture.

Fang Congxia took another step back and asked vigilantly, "Do you really want to fight?"

But Ruan Nancan still didn't speak. After a long time, maybe 3 minutes, he blinked his eyes very slowly, shook his head, and said no.

Then he put his hands in his hands, smiled at Fang Congxia, turned around and left.

Fang Congxia was full of question marks, and couldn't help raising his middle finger at Ruan Nancan's back, "I don't know why!"

Thinking of Ruan Nanshen's illness again, he tried to restrain his emotions, his expression was very forbearing, he let out a long breath, and suppressed the urge to rush up and beat someone up.

The author says:

Happy Lantern Festival!Peace and joy!

Recently, the state is very bad, and the things written are not satisfactory, but it seems that this is the only way to change it a few times, sorry everyone.