Qingzhou Boyu, shining sky and southern summer

In the car, Lin Yaokong asked Nan Huaixia in the co-pilot, "What do you want to eat?"

"What about this... Do you want to eat Mexican food? I heard from Ji Boyu that Anxiu and his friends opened a Mexican restaurant. It's delicious, but I don't know if there are any seats. The business seems to be very good." Nan Huai Xia thought about it, "Forget it, if you have to wait too long after you go, go find something else to eat."

At this time, the mobile phone in Nan Huaixia's coat pocket rang, and he took it out to see that it was Ye Lang.

"It's so rare that she would take the initiative to call you." Lin Yaokong glanced at his mobile phone screen.

"That's right..." Nan Huaixia smiled guilty, thinking that what should come is still here.

He answered the phone and put the phone to his ear. Before he opened his mouth to speak, he took the lead and said, "Let's meet tomorrow afternoon when we are free."

Nan Huaixia didn't want to say anything more to her, so she immediately agreed: "Okay, you can decide on that place, and send me the address tomorrow."

Seeing that he was in a bad mood after hanging up the phone, Lin Yaokong wondered, "What's wrong? He looks angry. Can you quarrel with such a short phone call?"

"There's no quarrel. I can't get along with her. Should I be happy when I answer her call?"

"I always feel that you have a lot of preoccupations. By the way, I just mentioned that Ji Boyu seems to have never seen him since returning to China. What are you up to?"

"Hey Kongkong," Nan Huaixia stared at him dissatisfied, "You don't listen to what I usually say! Don't I often tell you about Lao Ji and his little princess?"

"Oh yes..." Lin Yaokong was confused for a second, because usually half of Nan Huaixia chatted with him, he was in a daze, "I remembered."

"What did you remember, you don't remember at all." Nan Huaixia said resentfully, pouted.

Lin Yaokong smiled embarrassingly: "I don't care much about these things—how is the pursuit?"

"No matter what you chase after, you live together!"

"So fast? Isn't it not long before he returns to China, and he still has to prepare for the exam, so where is the time to fall in love?"

"Young man~ Do you want to invite him to play on weekends? By the way, meet his little Gangan?"

""Xiao Gangan"?" Lin Yaokong frowned, "What's the name..."

"It's his nickname, just like I call you Kongkong. Just make an appointment on Saturday?"

"Saturday...I'm afraid I can't, I have to go out to socialize."

"I still have to go to a social event on Saturday!" Nan Huaixia was about to lose his temper.

"No way, how about Sunday? I'm free all day on Sunday, why don't we play tennis together on Sunday afternoon?"

"It's exercise again... Don't you think about eating, shopping and watching movies?"

"You can also chat while playing tennis, and you can have dinner together after playing tennis, isn't it great?"

"Okay... If you are forced to take my itinerary, you should be bored to death."

evening.

Ji Boyu stretched in the study, thinking that he hadn't stepped out of the study this afternoon, facing the annoying test papers all the time.

"By the way... I don't know how Wei Wei is, is his arm okay..." He took the phone and called Cheng Weiran, "Hello? Wei Wei, where are you now?"

——"Where is it? At home."

"That's right, I'm here to play with you, and I'll see how your arm is recovering. I've been writing test papers in the study all day, and I'm suffocated..."

——"Hey, don't, don't!" Cheng Weiran sounded very flustered, "Actually, I moved! The previous shared housing environment was really bad, so I changed to another place..."

Ji Boyu, who was about to get up, sat back and suddenly felt that the kid was lying, so he deliberately said: "Moved? That's okay, where else can you move, to the sky? I just happened to come and see you Take another tour of your new home."

——"Oh no! I just moved, I haven't packed it yet, it's full of cardboard boxes, and I'm going out soon—uh, I'm going to work, and I'm running out of time."

"Part-time job? Will you work part-time when your arm is healed?"

——"Okay! It's almost okay hahaha, I'm hanging up..." After finishing speaking, I hung up immediately.

Ji Boyu looked suspiciously at the phone that had ended the call, thinking that the matter that made Cheng Weiran lie to him must have something to do with Zheng Xi, with Zheng Xi's character and the fact that he just lied and moved...

Thinking of this, Ji Boyu got up, picked up his coat, went downstairs, drove the car to Zheng Xi's house, and called Zheng Xi.

It wasn't Zheng Xi who answered the phone, but his assistant Xiaoping.

"Xiaoping, where's Brother Zheng Xi?"

——"Brother Zheng Xi is recording a show, what do you want from him?" Xiaoping said respectfully.

"It's okay, it's fine, hang up."

In front of Zheng Xi's house.

Ji Boyu rang the doorbell, then deliberately squatted down to avoid being captured by the camera.

Cheng Weiran inside looked at the small screen, saw no one, and was about to ignore it, but the doorbell rang again.

Thinking that the doorbell was broken, Cheng Weiran opened the door anyway, and as soon as he opened it, he saw Ji Boyu squatting with his chin in his hands and looking at him with a bland smile.

Ji Boyu smiled and said, "The newly rented house is not bad. The rent in such a good location must be very expensive, right?"

Cheng Weiran was so frightened that he screamed and was about to close the door, but Ji Boyu grabbed the door with one hand without standing up: "What do you mean, keep me out even if you lie?"

"No, no! I came here because, because I thought I couldn't keep in touch with Brother Zheng Xi, so I contacted him for a while, and then..." Cheng Weiran explained incoherently with a blushing face. .

No matter what he was talking about, Ji Boyu went in, closed the door and sat on the sofa, and said calmly: "Don't explain, I'm sad. You traitor, I almost broke up with Brother Zheng Xi last time because of your matter. Thinking about it now, it's really not worth it." Ji Boyu pretended to hold his forehead.

After hearing this, Cheng Weiran knelt down and put his hands on his head: "I don't know when it happened...how can it be so serious? I also think it's wrong for me to do this, or should I move away?"

"Don't, Zheng Xi will probably want to kill me if I don't see you when I come back. I'm not your parents, so you don't have to worry about me so much. As long as you are sure that you can stand Zheng Xi's playboy, it will be fine as compensation," Ji Bo Yu smoothed his hair with his forehead, "Take me to dinner."

"Ah?" Cheng Weiran, who was regretting himself, looked up at him in astonishment, "Are you not angry?"

"I'm angry, so I asked you to treat me to dinner, let's go, and let you meet my husband by the way." Ji Boyu got up and waved to him, letting him go with him, "You know, my husband was still there last time. I'm jealous of you."

"Ah?" Cheng Weiran panicked again, "Did I do something I shouldn't do...I haven't contacted you recently?"

"Now I suddenly realize that the two of you are really alike. The answer is of course because you love me, and you are only concerned about gains and losses."

Cheng Weiran nodded, looking relieved.

In the restaurant, Cheng Weiran looked at the prices on the menu, tears in his heart, and trembling mouth said: "Okay, I haven't eaten here for a long time, I miss it a little."

"Then order quickly. It's rare to get a seat when you come here. I'm very lucky." Ji Boyu took a sip of water and found that Cheng Weiran's eyes had been staring at the end of the dish name. He leaned over and took a curious look, " What are you looking at? Oh, the price."

"Did the price increase?" Cheng Weiran looked like crying, "Why do I feel that the food was not so expensive before—or is the price in the Chinese branch really high?"

"Don't talk nonsense, it's because you didn't care about the price at all before." He said and took the menu in Cheng Weiran's hand, "Don't worry, I didn't ask you to really invite——Let Zheng Xiqiu swipe his card .”

Cheng Weiran looked around blankly: "You, you called him? No, he wants to record the program all night."

"What? Didn't he give you the card?" Ji Boyu smirked and flipped through the menu, "What kind of man is he if he doesn't give you money?"

Cheng Weiran blushed and yelled at him in a low voice: "Why do you give me money, I'm just borrowing money!"

Ji Boyu sneered: "It's a good excuse."

"Really! I sleep in the guest room!" Cheng Weiran blushed even more.

"Yes, yes, it's fun to squeeze the two of you into the guest room without sleeping in the master bedroom—do you want to eat pan-fried sea bass?"

"...Eat." Cheng Weiran was too lazy to argue with him.

At this time, Yue Qingzhou also arrived, and Ji Boyu waved to him with a bright smile: "Husband! Here."

Yue Qingzhou trotted over with wide eyes, eager to sew Ji Boyu's mouth shut: "Don't call me that! You treat everyone else as deaf!" After speaking, he smiled politely and awkwardly at Cheng Weiran and sat down.

After a while, the appetizers came.

Ji Boyu took a bite, and suddenly said: "My husband, do you know that he is really with Zheng Xi."

"Why do you say this?!" Cheng Weiran, who was eating without any precautions, almost choked, and said angrily, patting the table.

"Ah? I didn't tell you, my husband is Zheng Xi's die-hard fan—it's so annoying, what's so good about Zheng Xi's singing." Ji Boyu complained sourly.

"What's the matter?" Yue Qingzhou glared at him dissatisfied, "He sings really well! Besides, why do you want to talk about other people's private affairs, Weiwei doesn't want to say it himself, so don't say it—but Weiwei," He turned his head and smiled and slapped Cheng Weiran, "It's great that you can get back together, I think you are a good match!"

"Nope," Cheng Weiran blushed and grabbed the tablecloth, "There is no reunion or together."

"Okay, okay, no." Yue Qingzhou waved his hand.

"Oh, by the way, which of his songs do you like the most?" Cheng Weiran, who also wanted to talk to Yue Qingzhou, raised his head and asked.

Then the two chatted about Zheng Xi and Zheng Xi's songs, and Ji Boyu became more and more unhappy listening to it: "You two, are you holding a Zheng Xi fan exchange meeting? Do you want to invite him to become a fan? Meeting?"

"Oh no!" Yue Qingzhou covered her face shyly, "I can't do this today! I don't wear women's clothes or make-up!"

Cheng Weiran blushed and lowered his head to pull his pants: "He's working, don't disturb him..."

Ji Boyu looked at the ceiling in dismay: "I didn't really want to call him!"

While talking, Ji Boyu's cell phone rang, and it was Zheng Xi's call.

"Hello?! What's the matter?"

——"What's the matter with me? You have something to do, Xiaoping said you called."

"Oh. Brother Zheng Xi, your popularity is really high." After speaking, Ji Boyu hung up the phone, turned off the mute and ignored it.

Zheng Xi in the recording studio looked puzzled, "How did I offend the young master?"