After being reborn, he was made popular by his dead enemy

"..."

Wen Che stood up, coughed dryly, and stretched out his hand.

Lu Yue exchanged a few greetings in a decent manner, as if they were meeting for the first time seriously, without any flaws.

Wen Che silently applauded him in his heart.

Lu Yue was on the lower left of his left, a short distance away.Wen Che still wandered around the world with his glass of wine, and was occasionally pulled by Cheng Yi to echo him.

Wen Che squinted at Lu Yue.

In contrast, Lu Yue was obviously more suitable for this occasion than him, holding the goblet vaguely with his slender fingers, the wine liquid left traces on the glass wall, and was wiped away by the swirling wine liquid.

There are people on the left and right of him, and the two young girls are smiling softly, and they can see their starry eyes looking at Lu Yue no matter how far away they are.

One of the girls looked younger, and her dress was not as eye-catching as other girls attending the party, but she was wearing a low-key and simple black gauze dress, which looked just right and elegant and lovely.

Wen Che noticed that no matter what she said or did, her gaze never left Lu Yue for more than five seconds, and she understood why she dressed like this in such a social occasion.

All of a sudden, there were many people around, everyone was talking about their own, and the scene was a bit noisy.

Wen Che couldn't hear what Lu Yue was talking about, but vaguely heard the girl in the black gauze dress ask in a harmless and innocent tone: "Why did Mr. Lu leave home? Are you having trouble with your uncles and aunts? "

It sounded like a question of concern, but Wen Che always felt that it was a cliché.

Wen Che looked over and saw that Lu Yue's hand shaking the wine glass stopped suddenly, turned his head to look into the girl's eyes, and said seriously: "Yes, my parents want to sever ties with me."

After saying this, not only did the girl's smile froze suddenly, but the expressions of the other people around him also changed subtly.

Wen Che rolled his eyes inwardly, and took a sip of his wine.

This person is also good enough, and he doesn't have to draft a lie when lying in front of a girl.

If you really severed the relationship, what did you say before that you have to go home during the Chinese New Year?I'm afraid he wants to reject the girl's words again. After all, judging from his lukewarm attitude, he doesn't seem to have much interest in this admirer.

The girl next to Lu Yue quickly recovered her normal expression, apologized a few words, and changed the subject.

Wen Che didn't pay attention to this side anymore, because Cheng Yi pulled him over again, leaned into his ear and said, "Brother, let me introduce you to a girl."

"..." Wen Che heard that his words were a little unclear, so he pushed his head away indifferently, "Can you stop drinking too much and pimping everywhere."

"?" Cheng Yi acted as if he hadn't heard what he said, and patted him on the shoulder, "You'll definitely like it this time! That's the one..."

"Do you have time?"

Wen Che was taken aback for a moment, then looked up and saw Lu Yue standing in front of him: "Take a step to talk?"

Cheng Yi raised his eyelids drunkenly: "Hey Ayue, you're here too, hey, where are you going..."

Bypassing the villa is a piece of rockery and green plants. The owner's taste is obviously good, and the arrangement is patchwork, deep and quiet.

"……What's up?"

After barely hearing the voice from the party, Wen Che stood on the gravel road and called to stop Lu Yue who was walking in front.

Lu Yue turned around: "It's nothing, I thought you figured it out."

"...That's true."

Wen Che sighed, and squatted down to look at a patch of unknown species of flowers planted by the side of the road: "I don't like to play in the first place, but there are always necessary social interactions, and Cheng Yi always likes to call me."

He turned to look at Lu Yue: "You seem to be enjoying yourself?"

Lu Yue smiled: "It's just a necessary social interaction."

Wen Che looked disbelieving: "Then why did you lie to that girl, you can't see that she is interested in you."

"Are you interested in my identity?"

"That's nothing." Wen Che thought for a while, "The marriage of us people has this meaning, and it's not her fault."

"Really?" Lu Yue raised his eyebrows, "Then I should be more straightforward. My relationship with my parents is very rigid."

Wen Che suddenly felt a little sad: "It's okay, you are their only child, no matter what happens, you won't really have to sever ties with you."

Lu Yue looked down at Wen Che's drooping eyelashes, vaguely aware of his emotions.

After a long silence, Lu Yue bent his knees and squatted down beside him, reaching out to touch the flower in front of him: "Actually, it's not entirely because of this."

Wen Che raised his eyes: "Huh?"

Lu Yue turned his head, and the dim street lamps in the garden cast from behind Wen Che, making him unable to see the other's face clearly.

"I want my partner to be a man."

Wen Che was stunned.

The official way to say "I like men"?

"Ah...oh." Wen Che nodded, "That's it."

Lu Yue suddenly laughed, stood up and patted his pollen-stained hands lightly: "I'm going back, how about you?"

"……almost."

Lu Yue took two steps back, raised his hand as a farewell gesture, and turned to leave.

Wen Che squatted on the spot, a gust of night wind blowing over and seeping into his collar was a bit cold.

What did Lu Yue just say?

What did he say himself?

so?

Is this an appropriate answer?Will there be any offense?

Wen Che wrapped his clothes tightly, and quickly went back and grabbed Cheng Yi's collar: "I'm going back, drink less."

"Ah?" Cheng Yi looked blank, "What did you say?"

"..."

Wen Che pushed him aside, said goodbye to the people beside him, and left quickly.

Walking to the gate of the villa, a timid voice suddenly came from behind: "Senior!"

Wen Che stopped, looked left and right to see if there was no one else, so he turned around: "?"

It's the girl who just talked to Lu Yue.

"You called me?" Wen Che really couldn't remember when there was such a junior.

The girl stepped forward and nodded: "You certainly don't know me, but I know you. When we were in high school, I was a year younger than you."

"Oh..." Of course Wen Che still couldn't remember, "So you have something to do with me?"

"It's like this..." The girl obviously hesitated, and she mustered up the courage to ask, "Are you friends with Mr. Lu Yue? I saw you were with him just now..."

Wen Che frowned slightly, and felt a little annoyed when he thought that he and Lu Yue's every move was being watched just now.

Although there are some emotions, it is still difficult to show them to girls: "I'm not very familiar, what's wrong?"

"...I want to ask, do you know that he and his family... are really having a lot of trouble?" The girl asked this sentence cautiously, and the volume of the last few words gradually weakened.

"...I don't know very well."

Undecided when things happen, not clear.

The girl was obviously very disappointed, and she didn't ask further: "Then... I'm bothering you."

"...Yes." Wen Che nodded to indicate that he was going to leave, "Goodbye."

When Wen Che returned home, Lu Yue was already playing with the two cats, so he was not surprised to see Wen Che came back: "It's very early."

"Yeah." Wen Che hesitated for a while, then walked over and said, "Just now when I was about to come back, I was stopped by a girl."

Lu Yue looked up at him.

"Just the girl you talk to the most."

Lu Yue frowned: "What did she stop you for?"

"Ask me if you and I are friends," Wen Che said truthfully, "and ask me if you and your family are really having a hard time."

Lu Yue asked, "What did you say?"

Wen Che shrugged: "Say I don't know."

Lu Yue nodded: "Very good."

Wen Che coughed dryly: "She seems to like you."

Lu Yue picked up the cat teasing stick to tease the rice cake: "Maybe. My mother likes her very much, and I had contact with her when I was a child."

"……Understood."

This is Qingmei's intentional and ruthless routine.

In this way, Wen Che has counted, the girl is probably worried that Lu Yue really fell out with his parents, and the chance of finally getting married with his sweetheart will be lost.

Speaking of this, Wen Che thought of what Lu Yue said just now, and coughed dryly: "Well...you should tell her directly, and don't let her worry about it."

Lu Yue sighed: "I told you, she doesn't believe it."

... also, sounds like an overly aggressive good guy card.

"Then there's nothing I can do." Wen Che stroked his chin, "Maybe you'll be fine when you make a boyfriend someday."

The cat teasing stick in Lu Yue's hand stopped, and was grabbed by Nian Gao, and then Lu Yue took it away again.

"Makes sense."

Wen Che didn't say anything more, drank some wine and made him a little sleepy, so he took a quick shower and lay down on the bed.

Wen Che took out his mobile phone from his coat pocket, and a thin business card was also pulled out along with the mobile phone.

He looked at the contact information on the business card, and carefully left a WeChat account in addition to his mobile phone number and email address.

Wen Che thought for a while, put down the water glass, and entered this WeChat ID in the WeChat add friend box.

The friend request went through almost immediately there.

And in the next second a message came: "Good evening."

This positive attitude is quite heartfelt.

Before Wen Che could decide whether to reply, the other party asked again: "Have you considered it?"

Wen Che thought for half a minute before replying, "I hope to talk to your boss directly."

With a company that I don’t understand at all and someone who is too bold to poach someone, I still feel a little uneasy about talking to a person in the middle. Even if I am calculated, I have to be calculated by the other party’s top leader.

The other side didn't reply immediately, Wen Che jumped out of bed and went out to drink water, only to find that Lu Yue was no longer on the first floor.

He returned to the bedroom with the water glass, but the other party still didn't reply.

Until Wen Che started laughing at himself for not trusting in such an unreliable poaching contract, the other person replied: "I'll give you the phone number of your boss, you can text him."

Wen Che frowned: "Can't we talk?"

Isn't the president of a serious company always using the efficient method of direct phone calls?

"I'm sorry, my boss has been feeling unwell recently and needs to reduce his voice."

"..."

Although Wen Che was dubious, but the other party said so, there was nothing he could do.

"OK, thanks."

Wen Che saved the phone number into the address book, hesitated for two seconds when entering the contact name, and then entered "mysterious boss".

Then I sent a message to this mysterious boss: "Hi, I'm Wen Che, can I talk to you?"