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When Yang Chen sent No.30 a bouquet of flowers, I really couldn't bear it anymore.

I'm not thrifty, but I also don't like to spoil things, especially nice things.Because I was reluctant to throw away the innocent bouquet, every corner of the room was filled with bright roses, and two bouquets were delivered on time a day. The roses from the previous few days had not withered, and the fresh roses had already arrived on the table.Every corner was stuffed with crimson flowers, and Andre began to protest that I had turned my house into a greenhouse.

Fuck Yang Chen, wouldn't he change his color? !

It happened to be a company dinner at the end of the year. I drank some wine and went back. I had a headache. The rose scent from the heating in the room made me stumble. Jiu Zhuang dared to call Yang Chen, and said viciously, "Hello?! Is Yang Chen here?"

"Why?" He still had that lazy tone, thinking that I couldn't hear the pride he was hiding, "Suddenly thought of me?"

"If you fucking send me roses again, your legs will be broken! Sending flowers, sending flowers, sending flowers, and even two bouquets a day, am I planting a flower garden?!" That little bit of alcohol came to my head, and I was angry From the heart, the evil turned to the gall, and he yelled at the phone, "Don't show off the way you chased girls 800 years ago, if you want to reconcile, call me, don't be like a girl! Fuck! !"

After I vented my bold words and grand ambitions, the alcohol was also evaporated by the heating along the Tianling Gai, and I woke up after a cold war.Sure enough, I still drank less, and I started to regret it as soon as I finished speaking, and I missed the best time to hang up the phone while holding the phone, so I had no choice but to stand in a stalemate without embarrassment, hoping that Yang Chen would be so angry that I would throw the phone.

"Have you been drinking?" He smiled lowly, but he didn't faint from my anger, "Where are you?"

"At home." I said awkwardly, "I'm sorry to disturb you, I hung up."

"Don't hang up." He was a little noisy, "Didn't I want to call you for reconciliation, isn't this the phone?"

I rubbed my forehead, and Andre came out of my room, stood barefoot on the carpet, and poured me a glass of water that fit my younger brother's image, I took it gratefully and drank it down, this kid is quite caring today Man, I've finally drank the water - Yang Chen said on the phone: "You still have such a bad temper after drinking."

"How do you know?" I was still a little lazy, so I pulled up a chair and sat down. Andre was busy in the kitchen, probably making himself a late-night snack.Since Yang Chen started sending flowers, Andre's attitude towards me has improved a lot, probably because he realized that my brother, who is inferior in all aspects, also has suitors, so he took me a little seriously.While I was distracted, I heard Yang Chen say: "Didn't you get drunk when you graduated? Don't remember?"

"I don't remember." I was very forgetful, many things in high school were blurred in my mind, and suddenly I remembered about Yang Chen, "Aren't you going to fall in love?"

"Why did I say that?" Yang Chen wrote it off confidently, "Is this something I can say?"

Why didn't Dao Lei strike him to death.I think it's a little funny for him to be a rascal, and we both broke up quickly, and it didn't take too much trouble to reconcile.After all, I am friends with sex, I chased after Song Cheng, no one was bored, and Andre had lost interest in it, so he had nothing to do with Yang Chen who came to his door.Leaving aside those filthy relationships that were rotten to the root, Yang Chen is a qualified sex buddy, with a big weapon and a good job, although he is not very considerate, but he is strong and has a strong taste.This time, he is quite expensive to make peace with him, there is no need to hang him all the time, otherwise it will not meet the setting of my girlfriend who is not for money but only for sex.

Yang Chen really fits my requirements for a face. His facial features are handsome, especially those peach blossom eyes.I love him the most, like a ruthless and sharp knife, which can easily injure people with blood.

Fortunately, I have scabs all over my body and am not afraid of him.

Yang Chen was still chattering over there, asking me how I was doing, uncharacteristically talking for a long time, I was a little sleepy, so I answered a few words perfunctorily.He suddenly asked: "Xu Junyan, I haven't seen you for so many days, do you miss me?"

What do you want?I almost said this, but fortunately, my instincts overcame the sleepiness of chaos. In the spirit of a high-quality gun friend who knows current affairs, I cut off the words abruptly: "I think... I see that pile of flowers every day, I can't think of it." You?"

"Then go downstairs." His voice was a little hoarse, "You can see me now."

Yep, my drowsiness is gone.I hung up the phone and resigned myself to putting on my coat. Unexpectedly, Andre came out of the kitchen, put a bowl of steaming soup on the table, and said briefly, "Drink."

"What is this?" After the experience last time, I no longer dared to casually drink what Andre gave me, and looked at him with a little vigilance.He lowered his eyes and said with a cold face: "Hangover soup, my mother taught me."

"Thank you..." I picked it up and took a sip. The sweet and sour taste was slightly astringent, not bad or even good. After drinking the whole bowl, my stomach was warm and very comfortable.He cooks well, probably because the unreliable mother often cooks for her handsome husband, and also taught this beautiful child carefully.I put the bowl on the table, wiped my mouth with paper and said, "I'm leaving, I probably won't be back tonight, go to bed early."

He didn't speak. I opened the door and went out. Before I left, I still couldn't help turning my head and telling him, "Put on your slippers, aren't your bare feet cold?"

"...Got it." He turned his back to the light in the kitchen, I couldn't see his face clearly, I could only see his light-colored hair illuminated by the light, like an angel descending on someone, "Good night, brother."

"Good night."