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On Tuesday afternoon, Tang Yi went to the airport to see off Zhai Ziling and Chris.

When Chris went to check in, the two stood aside and said their final goodbyes.

Looking at the passengers coming and going, Zhai Ziling said with some emotion, "Next time I come back, I will be an international friend."

Although France recognizes dual citizenship, the mother country does not.Therefore, once he leaves the country and re-enters the country, Zhai Ziling's domestic passport will be confiscated, and his identity will be completely French. So at this moment, it is the last time for him to stand on the land where he was born as a Chinese|nationality.

"Even if we change our identities, we are still a family." Tang Yi said with a smile, "You'd better finish your studies and come back to serve the motherland. Anyway, Moesia is going to shift its development focus to the mainland, so you take this opportunity to kidnap Chris back. , just right."

"That's right." Zhai Ziling blinked and said with a smile, "Turn back Chris's money as well, so as to increase the GDP of the motherland."

Zhai Ziling’s marriage process is very troublesome because both parties are of the same sex. In order to be able to get married smoothly, Chris directly linked Zhai Ziling, who has not yet graduated, to his company, gave him 2% of the shares in his hand, and returned the house he lives in. under his name.

This is not only a promise, but also an absolute trust between the two.

But even if he only holds 2% of Moesia's shares, the market value is definitely not small, so Zhai Ziling can be regarded as a local tyrant now.

"Okay, local tyrants, the country needs patriots like you." Tang Yi said with a smile on his face.

Zhai Ziling laughed and fought back, "Don't call me a local tyrant, I'm not as rich as you, the second generation."

The sorrow of parting was diluted by the two joking words.

Before entering the security check, Zhai Ziling gave Tang Yi a big hug, and whispered into his ear, "Come on, little junior, you must hold on to the happiness in your hands and don't give up."

"You too, I wish you happiness." Tang Yi hugged back, and responded, "Also, come back soon."

After seeing off Chris and Zhai Ziling, Tang Yi stood in a daze where people came and went. He had never thought of a question suddenly popping into his mind before.

Zhai Ziling came out to his family early in the morning, and both his parents had studied abroad, so he was more tolerant of his sexuality, and the two got together without any major obstacles.

But he is different, his parents are ordinary people who grew up in this land and received traditional education.If one day he also meets someone who wants to be with him for the rest of his life, will he be so lucky to get the understanding and support of his parents?

Thinking of his loving mother and strict father, Tang Yi suddenly felt a heartfelt fear.He was afraid of seeing his mother's tears, and even more afraid of seeing his father's disappointed expression.

But what then?Fake it and find a woman to marry to cheat your family?

He couldn't do it, such a hypocritical marriage was not only a kind of torture for him, but also a kind of deception for the woman he married.He has been living a life of his own accord, just wanting to pursue what he wants.

Sighing heavily, Tang Yi understood Zhai Ziling's difficulty in making a better choice.

You can't have both, there is always a trade-off.

But fortunately, he is still young, and his parents won't urge him to get married, and he hasn't reached that point yet.

Besides, the boat is naturally straight when it reaches the bridge, Tang Yi would rather optimistically believe that there will always be a way to get the best of both worlds.

Another day later, An Qiao came back from Beijing. At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, the plane landed at Hongqiao Airport on time.

Even though the journey was full of wind and dust, An Qiao was still full of energy. His straight suit was wrinkled without meaning, as if he had just come off the catwalk. He was walking slowly with the sun on his back, with a faint golden light on his body, and smiled against the sun. Just like Adonis walking out of the painting, the picture is so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.

"What are you thinking about?" An Qiao patted Tang Yi's shoulder to recall his thoughts of not knowing where he was going.

Tang Yi came back to his senses, and said with a curved smile, "I'm thinking about Adonis."

"Oh...?" An Qiao laughed, "I'm not as attractive as him."

"Don't underestimate yourself. I've heard of the title of supermodel killer." Tang Yi knows how popular An Qiao is in the fashion circle in Paris, even if he is not in the circle.The occasional lace scandal is fine, but if he has a meal alone with a model, a date or something, it will definitely become the front page of the fashion magazine in Paris the next day.

"Yi, you should know that the credibility of those photos and news is lower than the chance of winning a lottery ticket." An Qiao shrugged innocently, "Besides, paparazzi cameras are always everywhere. , Their ability to write stories surpasses the screenwriters of American dramas."

Tang Yi smiled, indeed at the beginning he had misunderstood because of these photos and news, and thought An Qiao was that kind of playboy.But when he was widely reported by gossip magazines as Joel's new boyfriend, he no longer took it for granted.

He just stayed here for a few days and went to the supermarket together, and he was exaggerated as a "Golden House Cangjiao" passionately in love and building a love nest.You must know that the two of them were not familiar with each other at that time, and they even used honorific terms in their names. One can imagine how unreliable those gossip girlfriends are.

Tang Yi tilted his head and said, "But now you can relax, this is Shanghai, there are not so many cameras."

"Hmm." An Qiao made a detour, opened the co-pilot's door, casually took off his coat and hung it on his hand, and unbuttoned two buttons, "So no one will care about my current image. "

An Qiao's undressing movements are clean and neat, especially the moment when he unbuttons, there is a seductive | sense of sexiness.

Tang Yi couldn't help but sighed again, "If you are willing to be a model, you will definitely make many supermodels eclipsed."

An Qiao smiled indifferently, "It's a pity that I prefer to see models wearing the clothes I designed, and their beauty will eclipse others."

The car drove towards Tang Yi's house, and he stopped when passing by a supermarket, and went to buy ingredients with An Qiao.

An Qiao seldom goes to the supermarket. It’s not that he feels dirty or lazy, but he doesn’t know how to choose. He always buys a lot when he likes it, regardless of whether it’s the same type or the same function. Therefore, the things in the locker He often puts it past the expiration date and has not finished eating.

When Tang Yi didn't go, his assistant bought them for his home, and usually ordered takeaway for meals.It became his responsibility when Tang Yi went there. When Tang Yi went to a Chinese supermarket farther away to buy vegetables, at most he would drive there to help carry things.

So it was the first time I entered a Chinese|Chinese supermarket, watching Tang Yi pick and choose An Qiao from all kinds of ingredients, I actually found it very novel.

"What dish are you eating today? What is this?" An Qiao asked curiously, looking at the two white and tender things that Tang Yi held in his hand for comparison.

"I'm going to eat hot pot at night. I'm buying ingredients for shabu-shabu. This is bezoar throat." Tang Yi actually made hot pot when he was in France, but the ingredients in the Chinese supermarkets in France were not complete, so the taste was definitely not right. It is a pity for Tang Yi, who wants his friends to experience the charm of hot pot.

But now that he had the opportunity, he naturally wanted to make up for this regret.

He has already fried the bottom of the pot at noon. The recipe is the old recipe taught by grandma, but the pepper is removed to match An Qiao's taste.So now they just need to buy some fresh ingredients and go back and eat them.

"Real Sichuan hot pot?" An Qiao recalled the scene of them eating hot pot together on Christmas Eve one year, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

"It can't be considered authentic. It has been adjusted a lot according to your taste, but it is definitely much better than last time." Tang Yi picked up a box of processed hairy belly and said with a smile, "It's a good thing you can eat offal, otherwise you would Like Chris, I will lose many opportunities to taste delicious food."

Although An Qiao grew up in France, influenced by his mother, he also maintained many Chinese eating habits, including eating rice and offal.

"Well, I believe in your cooking skills." Looking at the pile of various ingredients in the basket, An Qiao was full of expectations for tonight's food.

Going home with the ingredients packed into several pockets, Du Yao's phone call came suddenly before the two of them reached the parking lot.

Tang Yi handed the pocket in his hand to An Qiao, and after freeing his hand, he connected the phone, "Hey, if you arrive, just wait, I'm outside at the supermarket..."

"Sorry Xiaoyi, I'm afraid I won't be able to come today."

Du Yao's voice sounded a little tired, Tang Yi was keenly aware of his strangeness, and asked worriedly, "Did something happen?"

"It's a small matter, it just takes some time." Du Yao exhaled, and then said as cheerfully as possible, "I wanted to make you a meal, but now I'm losing money."

Tang Yi frowned, but his tone was very brisk, "It's just a meal, you can eat it anytime, remember this time first, and come back next time."

"Okay, I'll remember. After this busy period is over, I must come to your house for a meal." Du Yao whispered, "Then I'll hang up first, and I'll contact you later."

After hanging up the phone, Tang Yi was still a little worried, do you want to call and ask?

If it was a matter of the company, Du Yao would definitely say that he was busy with work, but now it is obviously a personal matter.

Concerned about it, he sighed, and Tang Yi hesitated while holding the phone.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Tang Yi frowning and sighing, An Qiao couldn't help asking.

"Du Yao has something to do, so he can't come tonight."

"Are you worried about him?"

"Yeah." Tang Yi nodded, "I'm afraid he'll get into a dead end if he's holding something in his heart."

An Qiao put all his pockets aside, patted Tang Yi's shoulder with one free hand, and said, "Yi, I know you grew up together and have a very good relationship. But Mr. Du is an adult, with independent thinking and Arbitrary ability, if he wants to tell you, he will tell you, not to say, just because he thinks the timing is wrong."

Tang Yiru was enlightened by these two simple sentences, and instantly figured it out.

Even the best friends have their own little secrets. They used to talk about everything, just because they were young and had nothing to hide.But now they are not the teenagers they were back then, he should respect Du Yao, let alone try to pry into his privacy.

Looking up at An Qiao, Tang Yi shook his head and chuckled, besides, did he tell him any little secrets, didn't he?

Just looking at the pile of things in his hand, Tang Yi felt a little helpless, "That's it, I bought too much, I'm afraid I can't finish it all."

Seeing that Tang Yi finally laughed, An Qiao was also relieved, and said indifferently, "It's okay, there will be another time."

"Puchi..." Hearing An Qiao's 'next time' blurted out, Tang Yi couldn't help but burst out laughing.

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