Young master Dongshan's mixed-race boyfriend

"The Central Meteorological Observatory issued a yellow typhoon warning. Typhoon Kewei is expected to land in the southern coastal areas of my country in 3 days. The central wind force is 17. It is expected that there will be heavy rain in the next few days. Please citizens..."

The news broadcast the latest weather news, and everyone couldn't help but gather in front of the TV to listen.

Although the news was broadcasting that the typhoon was about to land, the sky in City G was still clear and hotter than the previous few days.

Just after lunch, everyone was going to do their own business, but when they heard the news, they couldn't help but stop in front of the TV.

"Some experts say that the intensity of this typhoon is once in 50 years, and its destructive power is more severe than that of the Rhododendron the year before last." Tan Jiasheng said lightly as he peeled peanuts.

Bai Jinhua held the teacup. "Clean up the things on the first floor in advance, and lock the doors and windows in advance."

Uncle Jiu agreed immediately. "Don't worry, old man, I will make arrangements before the typhoon comes."

There is no plan to go out today, Wei Mingyu got up early to work on his investment projects in the study.

"Wei, I have a wealth management product here. Do you want to invest in it? It's my friend's company." George was in his pajamas and had a video chat with Wei Mingyu.

"Send the information to take a look." Wei Mingyu said without raising his head.

"It's all a friend's company. He lives in our community and won't lie to me." George looked very trusting.

"Information." Wei Mingyu still said the same thing.

"Okay, it's your principle again, isn't it? Wait a minute, I'll ask him for it." George was defeated by him, and immediately took his mobile phone to ask a friend for information.

At this time, the door of the study opened, and Bai Xiyan came in with food for the weetweed, followed by Dou Sha who followed closely.

The shelf for raising weeds is right behind Wei Mingyu, and there are several green plants standing in the ceramic pots in front of the teak window. After that day, Tan Jiasheng planted some beautiful herbs in the pots.

Now the ecology in the ceramic pot has reached a balance, and the moss has adapted to the new environment and grows lush and green.

Two weeds made holes in the crevices of the pebbles, but they seldom stayed in the holes, and spent most of their time lying on the moss to bask in the sun.

George's eyes lit up immediately when he saw Bai Xiyan. "Wei, who is this?"

Wei Mingyu curled his lips into a smile and replied in English. "My boyfriend."

"Crooked? You got out of the order as soon as you went abroad??" George was shocked.

"Of course, we were destined to meet." Wei Mingyu smiled all over his face, and after speaking, he stretched out his hand and pulled Bai Xiyan into his arms.

Due to the angle, the computer video only captured Bai Xiyan below the shoulders, and only Wei Mingyu, who was sitting, showed his face in the video.

"Aren't you busy?" Bai Xiyan wanted to push him away, somewhat embarrassed in front of outsiders.

Bai Xiyan also heard Wei Mingyu's boyfriend, but he didn't refute it.

"Just chatting with friends." Wei Mingyu held his waist tightly.

Although Wei Mingyu and George introduced their relationship as lovers, in fact, the relationship between the two has not yet been clarified. Bai Xiyan has many entanglements and struggles in his heart, and Wei Mingyu does not force him.

Hugging Bai Xiyan in private and not refusing, Wei Mingyu already felt that he had made a big step forward and was not in a hurry.

"Wei, the information has been sent to your mailbox." George propped his chin, his face full of lovelessness. "I've been chasing you for so many years, and you've never hugged me like this."

Wei Mingyu smiled. "I didn't know the charm of the oriental temperament until I met him."

"Cut..." George was very upset.

"Let's chat." Bai Xiyan whispered, pushed Wei Mingyu away and left the study.

Wei Mingyu opened the investment information in the mailbox, read it back and forth twice, and read it very carefully.

"Shell companies, the leverage ratio is too high, so I don't invest." After reading it, Wei Mingyu answered very simply.

George wailed. "I knew you would be picky again!"

"It's not a pick, it's a principle." Wei Mingyu was as immovable as a mountain.

In the end, George failed to help his friend get Wei Mingyu's investment, so he had to do everything for his friend by himself, and invested all the liquid funds in his hands.

The sun was still shining outside, and the air was uncomfortably hot.

After lunch, Tan Jiasheng moved to the yard, held the big scissors and trimmed the branches of the old wisteria, cut off some cumbersome branches, and then fixed the remaining branches with ropes.

Not only the old wisteria, but also other old trees are arranged in the same way, and this is done every year when a typhoon comes.

Uncle Jiu and Aunt Kang were busy piling up the sundries on the first floor, leaving only some large pieces of furniture untouched.

These large pieces of furniture are all high-legged. Even if there is flooding in previous years, they will not be flooded, so the furniture does not need to be moved.

In the afternoon, Wei Mingyu went downstairs to get orange juice. Seeing the almost half-empty first floor, she thought she was in the wrong place.

At this time, Uncle Jiu and the others were busy working in the utility room. Wei Mingyu didn't see anyone, so he went upstairs with orange juice to ask Bai Xiyan.

In the study, Bai Xiyan was practicing sketching again, this time drawing weeds.

"Is the downstairs going to be renovated?" Wei Mingyu asked as he handed him the orange juice.

Bai Xiyan was stunned for a moment before he realized it. "There's a typhoon coming, so pack up your things in advance to prevent it from pouring into the house."

"Flow into the house?" Wei Mingyu didn't experience a typhoon, so he didn't quite understand.

"Well, because our location is low, we will be flooded every time it rains." Bai Xiyan said lightly.

Every midsummer, Asia has the most news about various typhoons raging. Wei Mingyu's impression of typhoons stays in the news, and he doesn't know the severity for a while.

"Do you need my help to clean up?" Wei Mingyu sat down in front of the computer.

"No, we're going to add to the chaos, and Uncle Jiu will make arrangements." Bai Xiyan kept drawing in his hands.

In order not to disturb Bai Xiyan, Wei Mingyu connected the earphones to the computer, and found a movie to watch quietly when he had nothing to do.

This is a ghost film made in Hong Kong. It tells the story of a ghost seeking his life. The sound effects and shooting techniques all render the atmosphere scary enough.

In the end, the female ghost successfully claimed her life and eliminated the murderers who raped her one by one. Finally, she buried the leader who took the lead in the murder and her rotting corpse alive in the ground, scaring the murderers to death.

Seeing the end of the play, Wei Mingyu raised his head and suddenly found that the light in the study room was much darker. When he looked at the window behind him, he realized that the originally clear sky had become cloudy.

There is no sun, but the air is still sultry and there is no wind.

Looking at Bai Xiyan again, he has already colored the two weds and is making final adjustments.

Wei Mingyu slid the chair and leaned over to hug him. "Ghost movies are too scary, I dare not sleep alone tonight."

Bai Xiyan burst out laughing, changed to another color pen and continued to add color. "When the female ghost dragged people into the coffin, didn't you enjoy watching it?"

"No, you read it wrong." Wei Mingyu rested his head on his shoulder, watching the white and slender hand draw on the drawing paper.

The air conditioner was humming, and Dou Sha was sleeping on her belly under the air outlet. In the hot summer, the two of them and the dog stayed in the air-conditioned room, enjoying the tranquility of the afternoon.

"I learned a new word today." Wei Mingyu moved a little closer. "It's called Bingzhu Ye Tan, which means two people sleep in the same bed and chat under the quilt."

I don't know where I heard the nonsense.

"Study on Douyin again?" Bai Xiyan was indifferent.

Wei Mingyu circled people around to make small calculations. "It doesn't matter where you learned it. We sleep together occasionally, and grandpa won't be surprised if he knows it, because it's normal to talk at night by holding candles."

"There is a saying in the ancient etiquette, if you don't eat together, you can't sit together, how can you sleep together." Bai Xiyan pushed the person away seriously, got up and brought the weedus, who was acting as a model, back to the window.

The foreign student who didn't react for a while could only be stunned, the ancient Chinese language was really his Achilles' heel.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps going up the stairs came from the stairs, as well as the voices of Tan Jiasheng and Uncle Jiu.

"Just lock the windows. Check to see if the padlock is loose." Uncle Jiu arranged.

"Got it." Tan Jiasheng was still weak.

If Uncle Nine would have talked about him long ago, because recently Tan Jiasheng and his blind date Xiaomei are friends, and their relationship is developing well.

Bai Xiyan opened the study door when he heard the movement. "Uncle Jiu, do you want to help?"

"I don't need your help, it's almost done." Uncle Jiu smiled kindly. "You continue to study, this small matter can be handled well."