The boss always thought we were looking at each other

The wall-mounted TV in the dining room is still playing the heroic deeds of the students of the school in a loop. He Ci is standing in the center of the screen with his whole body wet and sticky, and next to him is Yan Yu with drooping hair, bowing his head and gently stroking the cat in his arms.

The setting sun was hanging in the sky, and the taller boy stretched out his hand to help him press down the strange and disobedient hair, and a faint smile crossed the corner of his mouth.

Probably the sweetness of first love is nothing more than that.

The news broadcast on TV was processed, and the video about Song Meiyun going crazy in the playground disappeared.

For He Ci, hacking a video is obviously not a difficult task.

The boy came late, and as soon as he entered the restaurant, he saw this affectionate scene. He Ci stared at the naive words in the video, and tightened his grip on the dinner plate little by little.

Maybe he shouldn't just hack the part about Song Meiyun in the first place.

"Brother Ci!"

Lu Xuan yelled at him anxiously, motioning for him to sit here.

He Ci didn't respond to him, and first looked around the restaurant until he saw Yan Yu who was holding a bowl of porridge in the far corner and bowed his head to drink, and there was a dark green cat bag next to him, and the tiramisu was wilting. Lying in it, nibbling on the ball of thread, not very interested.

He Ci's breathing tightened uncontrollably, pain like insects and ants gnawed at his heart.

Lu Xuan yelled, the voice was not low, and it ran through half of the restaurant, so even the words in the corner could be heard clearly.

There were rustling discussions about the two people on the dining table, and many people turned aside secretly.

But Ke Yanyu sat quietly in his seat, and didn't raise his head when he heard people talking about He Ci's name nearby or not far away.

It's too good to be true.

Yan Yushao's face was flushed, he drank a few mouthfuls of porridge without saying a word, and took out the medicine given by the school doctor from his pocket, which was wrapped in medical paper.

He carefully unfolded the folded medicine paper, picked out the larger pills, and put them aside, facing the smaller pills wrapped in sugar, Yan Yu swallowed them in one gulp with the porridge.

As for the big ones, never looked again.

His eyes drooped slightly.

He Ci withdrew his gaze from him, remembering the umbrella that hadn't been sent out, He Ci put his hand in the pocket of his school uniform, and unconsciously squeezed the medicine that he brought from the school doctor.

Stepping over to the table of Lu Xuan and the others, they were gossiping.

"No, Brother Ci," Li Zeming was not in the mood to eat, and was focused on watching Yan Yu who was eating at the table with Lin Zhao in the corner, his brows were so frowned that he could kill a fly, "Did you make him angry?"

"What's wrong with my son, why doesn't he sit with us? Can he and Lin Zhao eat? If you cook for him, don't you know that with my son's appetite, a bowl of porridge can be enough?"

"I think what you said, big star, is really good!" Lu Xuan wished he could agree with him a hundred times, "The robbery is in our hands!"

Gao Xinyi next to her blinked at Li Zeming vigorously, signaling him to stop talking, but this guy really didn't get into it at all, and she was still cursing Lin Zhao obliquely.

"Let me tell you, this Lin Zhao has no good intentions for my son..."

"He can't tell?" He Ci said in silence.

The conversation between Li Zeming and Lu Xuan was interrupted, and the two were taken aback, as if they didn't expect He Ci to speak.

"Ah, no, just now he forgot to put money in his meal card, and that bowl of porridge was bought by that surnamed Lin. What's going on with you two? Did that old hag come looking for you again..."

Before Lu Xuan finished speaking, He Ci on the opposite side had already stood up neatly, walked to the light side dishes window with a new plate, took out a stack of things from his pocket and handed it to the auntie, who didn't know what he said to the auntie opposite, Auntie responded repeatedly, turned around and walked into the inner room.

Lin Zhao looked at the pills on the table that were put aside by Yan Yu, and smiled, "It turns out that the primary school boy has such a small throat, can't he swallow the pills?"

As he said that, he was about to start and break it up for him.

Yan Yu put down the bowl in his hand, neatly put away the pills on the table, then raised his head, looking expressionlessly at Lin Zhao who was smiling tenderly across the way.

"I don't care what you're thinking, please stop here. If it's just to make He Ci unhappy," Yan Yu twitched the corner of his mouth, "it's useless to me."

Lin Zhao's eyebrows were raised slightly, and a layer of faint light reflected on the thin lenses.

There was obviously a misunderstanding between the two.

"Of course I know it's useless." Lin Zhao said.

Although he already understood it very well, Yan Yu's face couldn't help turning slightly pale when he heard such words.

Lin Zhao peeled off the egg on his plate, handed it to him, and smiled helplessly, "You don't always have such great malice towards me, I admit, I really wanted to use you at first, but... ..”

He changed the subject, "Not everyone is He Ci, it's hard not to be tempted by someone as cute as Yan Yan?"

"I heard that you also participated in the Qinghua painting competition. I will cheer for you during the competition in a few days. What kind of flowers do you like, I will give you as a gift?"

Yan Yu pursed his lips tightly, looked into his eyes, and became more and more wary.

It's ridiculous, even if He Ci doesn't like him, his eyes are not as cold as Lin Zhao's.

Seeing his ignorant look, Lin Zhao's heart itch when he looked at him, and he actually had the urge to pinch his face, but he resisted it in the end.

Glancing at He Ci who was walking quickly with a plate behind him, Lin Zhao put back the smile on his lips, "After all, there is a mother who took away the relief money and intervened in other people's families. Her words are so simple, she wouldn't really think What kind of soft-hearted person is he?"

Yan Yu suddenly remembered what Lu Xuan had said about He Ci, and instantly understood why this person kept targeting He Ci, guessing that He Ci's adoptive mother was involved in Lin Zhao's family.

In a daze, he looked at Lin Zhao with a somewhat pitiful look.

But what kind of person He Ci is, at least he knows better than Lin Zhao, how many families He Ci has helped in silence, and the debt of favor that fell on him over the years should have been paid off long ago.

"His mother is really bad, but He Ci herself is clean."

Yan Yu carried the cat bag on his back in one hand, got up with the porridge he had just drank, and told him word by word, "Lin Zhao, He Ci and I are not as close as you think. Maybe you misunderstood , but what I said now is very clear, I am me, he is him, there is no connection or fetter. I will pay you back the money for today's meal, so don't bother me."

After saying that, as soon as he turned around, he saw the familiar baseball cap, and He Ci who was only a few meters away from him behind him, holding the dinner plate with an indifferent expression on his face, showing no emotion.

My heart suddenly jumped into my throat.

Yan Yu frowned tightly, the medicine that he swallowed while suppressing his nausea just now seemed to surge up again in an instant, the bitter taste lingered in his mouth, but it seemed that it was not only bitter in his mouth.

Everywhere is bitter, his nose and eyes are sore, subconsciously want to cry.

He Ci is really too annoying, you can call him a burden, you can call him a trouble, but now who is showing this repeated appearance?

Limp all over and unable to lift any strength, Yan Yu looked at the passage blocked by He Ci, took a deep breath, and swallowed all the grievances in his stomach.

"Have a meal.

"My classmate borrowed it."

He Ci's words were interrupted abruptly.

Yan Yu pushed him away, rubbed his shoulders and walked over expressionlessly, rubbing against the plastic in the pocket of He Ci's school uniform. It was the rock sugar and powdered pills that he asked his aunt to borrow.

Yan Yu didn't even look at him.

He Ci pursed his lips tightly, and stood there dumbly, holding the food, silent for a long while without saying a word.

"He Ci," Lin Zhao adjusted his glasses, walked over with a little pride, and put the egg he just peeled into his dinner plate, "Yan Yu is such a good baby, you are not the only one who misses you, I have to Thank you, no interest in him..."

A gust of cool wind passed by his side, before Lin Zhao could react, a fist with strong pain had already landed on his face.

There was a 'boom'.

The sound of the plate being knocked over was extremely clear in the entire restaurant, followed by the tiny sound of glasses falling to the ground.

Lu Xuan, who was chopping rice in a muffled voice, was taken aback, "Fuck, why did my brother do it again?"

Hearing the sound, Li Zeming raised his head, looked at Gao Xinyi, who was looking anxious, and hurriedly held her head to eat, "Let's not go there, it is easy to be beaten to death."

Gao Xinyi: "..."

He Ci held Lin Zhao's school uniform by the collar, threw him against the wall, grabbed his chin with one hand, his knuckles creaked, and suppressed his expression, "If you don't want to die, don't touch him."

"...can...can you try?" Even after being punched by this man, Lin Zhao still didn't know the pain, provoking him, "Try it, He Ci, not only to express what I want, but also Lu Xuan, you can also take a look, he... ahem, how long can he be arrogant!"

Lin Zhao was almost suffocated by his shackles, and his voice came out intermittently from his throat.

"It starts with the national game you escaped! It starts with you making me lose the game! It starts with your mother! It's all... you owe me!"

He Ci's fingertips holding his collar turned a frightening blue color because of too much force, and his whole body was dull like an angry lion.

"You can try it," said He Ci under the black baseball cap with a depressed expression, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and the cruelty in his eyes frightened the people around him not to come forward, "But I advise you, it's best not to try it." .”

The voice was terribly low.

The pressure around him suddenly disappeared. He Ci let go, folded his body, picked up most of the spilled dinner plates on the floor, put them in the sink, and took the broom and dustpan from the staff's hands with a blank expression, and dumped them on the ground. Clean up the meal.

In the end, he apologized and walked out with a blank expression.

Li Zeming, who was 'belated', mixed in the crowd, "Brother Jiang is worthy of being a three-good cadre, and we don't forget to clean up when we fight."

Lu Xuan sighed, "Call him Brother Jiang again, and see if he will sweep you up like trash."

"Okay, go find Yan Yu, when will these two reconcile, I'm so annoying!"

As soon as Yan Yu and He Ci left, they didn't have to watch the exciting and lively restaurants. After a while, the restaurant was deserted, and it was quiet for a while.

Lin Zhao sat in the position just now, and there was a red mark on his neck that could not go away for a long time, which showed how much strength He Ci had exerted just now.

Recalling the sound of footsteps beside him, Mu Yuan picked up the half-broken glasses from the ground, took out a tissue from his pocket, wiped the food residue on it, and handed it to the table.

"Senior, your glasses seem to be broken."

Lin Zhao raised his eyes and saw the person in front of him clearly. It was the sick boy from the school, so he was too lazy to answer for a while.

Mu Yuan was not angry, and counted with his fingers, "He Ci likes metaphors, Xu Zhengyi likes metaphors, and even you, senior, like metaphors."

"If this continues, do I have to like him too?"

"What do you mean?" Lin Zhao picked up the eyes on the table, threw them into the trash can, and gave him a cold look, "Don't meddle in your own business."

"Huh?" Mu Yuan shook his head, smiled sweetly at him, and stretched out his hand wrapped in gauze, "You don't like He Ci, and I don't like words. Or to put it another way, there is no permanent enemy."

"Senior, do you want to cooperate and let me chase him for you?"

The author has something to say: Lin Zhao: Wife?bring it you!

He Ci: I see you looking for a cut.