Dressed as a villain's brother

The summer cicadas hidden in the luxuriant branches and leaves kept making noises, and the sunlight that penetrated the window became hotter.

He Yu spread his legs apart, supported his knees with his palms, and pressed out a layer of red marks.

He nodded silently, as if in deep thought.

"Eat some fruit?" Fu Rongjie placed a plate of fruit slices in front of him, sat down, and pushed over a can of Coke.

The sound of ding-dong shaking water is clear and pleasant, and the body of the tank hisses and blows air-conditioning.

He Yu raised his eyes and glanced at him, then glanced at a few things placed on the coffee table.

There are fruit plates and canned drinks, his brother's mobile phone and a box tied with a big red bow.

The box was brought by him, containing his prize--

The headset that his brother had just refused to accept.

The reason is that he is not lacking either.

He Yu stared at the surface of the packaging box on which the product diagram was drawn.

This stuff, if you look closely, it's really disgusting.

"You can send it to someone else." He Jin nestled cross-legged on the sofa, not wanting to move.

He also couldn't tell if his muscles and bones were slack, or if he was really so weak that it took a lot of effort to move.

He recalled provoking his junior to tell him not to force it last night.

What did Fu Rongjie say at that time?

It seems to say—"It seems that you don't want to walk on the ground anymore."

Young man, what a joke.

Don't be serious.

"I don't know a few people in the imperial capital yet, who can I send it to?" He Yu looked at his brother who seemed to be used to this place, rubbed his knees bitterly, and his joints turned red again.

He looked left and right at the two people who didn't sit together but he still didn't like the relationship, and swallowed his anger again.

When he first arrived, he got angry with Fu Rongjie once, but his brother firmly pressed him on the sofa with his eyes.

He Yu touched his hot palm, wondering why he forgot about this.

His brother doesn't have a fixed address, so it's not a matter of being tricked by Fu Rongjie to go home every minute?

If he had known earlier, he should have tidied up the house and let his brother live with him first.

"Send Yang Mu?"

He Yu heard this by accident, and turned his head to look at Fu Rongjie who had just spoken.

"Just say what you want." Fu Rongjie shrugged, saying that he just had a whim.

"Good idea." He Jin agreed.

"Huh?" He Yu didn't consider this option, and was stunned for a while.

Although it's not impossible...

"Send it now." He Jin urged him to make an appointment to send the mail, "Just treat it as a thank you gift from him for helping you catch the snake last time."

"Or you let him get it by himself." Fu Rongjie said leisurely.

Seeing the two of them singing together, He Yu pursed his lips, stood up abruptly, and couldn't sit down anymore.

He picked up the packing box on the coffee table and sandwiched it horizontally between the crook of his arm and his chest ribs, "I make up my own mind, you don't need to worry about it!"

"Let's go." He said angrily.

He turned around and stood there for a few seconds, then turned back, "Brother, if you don't live well here, go to my place!"

If the established past cannot be changed, then we can only find another way.

He Jin neither promised nor refuted, he waved his hand and said, "It's okay for the time being. Now I live nearby, I will visit you when I have time."

He Yu focused on the important point again, "Then why didn't you come to see me yesterday?"

"...It rained yesterday." He Jin froze for two seconds before saying.

He Yu: "?"

It's just going downstairs, it's not going out.

"It's raining and I'm in a bad mood." He Jin babbled nonsense, and waved people away.

After finally sending him out of the house, He Jin held the plate of untouched fruit by himself, and Fu Rongjie, who was just an arm's length away, leaned close to him, his shoulders trembling.

"not in a good mood?"

"What?" He Jin turned his head to look at him.

He's waiting to hear what the creators have to say about his nonsense.

"It's nothing." Fu Rongjie kissed the corner of his lips, "It's just that I suddenly like rainy days."

He Yu slammed the door with a bang.

He was sulking inexplicably.

Just now he couldn't vent in front of his brother, but now it's getting worse.

Sure enough, after having a close lover, people will become different.

Didn't see what he was talking and dancing just now, his brother didn't move at all, and didn't come down to see him off or hold him back when he left.

His brother was really snatched away this time.

He Yu realized this, stomped his foot on the spot, raised his arm, and threw the box on the sofa.

He took a few breaths, then suddenly went to the sofa to pick up his prize, put his phone in his hands and turned to go out.

If you send Yang Mu, you send Yang Mu.

He was so dry now that he had nowhere to vent his anger, and he happened to go out for a walk to blow some air.

Anyway, C University is not far away.

On the way, He Yu notified Yang Mu 10 minutes in advance, asking him to open the door for a welcome ceremony, and it would be better to have a thank-you banquet with a table full of drinks, so as to be worthy of his tireless journey from afar.

It was the first time for He Yu to return to C University.

When he arrived, the sky was covered with sunlight, and the clouds were curled up, soaked in gorgeous colors.

Because it was summer vacation, there were very few pedestrians on campus, only ancient trees towering to the sky.

Approaching the playground, the noisy human voice gradually began to show signs.

He Yu found the floor according to the house number of the dormitory that Yang Muhe had mentioned.

He came by coincidence, as soon as he arrived, he saw a short-cut boy in a basketball uniform coming out of that dormitory.

"Brother, wait, wait!" He Yu stepped forward and pressed the closed door, "I'm here to find Yang Mu."

The man glanced at him, "Oh, he's taking a shower, you go in and wait."

He Yu was not polite either, he closed the door and looked around after entering the house.

He didn't live in a multi-person dormitory, so he took a second look at the furnishings on the bed and under the table.

There was the sound of splashing water from the bathroom next to the balcony, but there was no heat coming out of the gap.

He Yu looked around, wondering which chair to sit on, when he suddenly heard the sound of water stop.

The bathroom door handle was turned half a turn, accompanied by the rough grinding sound of aged metal.

He Yu poked his neck out to look at the balcony amidst the "clicking" sound, and suddenly met Yang Mu's gaze.

Yang Mu, who was wiping his hair with a towel on his shoulder, stopped suddenly. He walked two steps into the house with his slippers on, and creaked two puddles of water.

"How did you come in?" Yang Mu raised his eyebrows, but his jaw tightened.

The water from the tip of the hair on the forehead kept falling.

"Your roommate just opened the door and came in." He Yu glanced around him.

Yang Mu followed his gaze and lowered his head, quickly pulled out a white T from the closet and put it on.

He Yu snorted lightly, and coolly copied his pocket with one hand, "Why are you so nervous, I don't care to watch."

Yang Mu lowered his eyebrows and flattened the corner of his clothes, then casually rubbed his hair with a towel, "It came very quickly."

"It's Sunday, and there's no traffic jam." He Yu took the opportunity to sit down on the chair beside him, and put the box still tied with a big red bow tie in his arms on his desk, "Here, here it is for you. "

Yang Mu glanced at it and thanked him.

"You're welcome." He Yu waved his hands hypocritically, then raised his chin to signal, "How about a big meal for me?"

"I ordered takeaway, just wait." Yang Mu leaned against the table and untied the bow on the box.

"I've worked so hard to come here, and you're going to fool me with takeaway?" He Yu knocked on the table.

"The takeaway from the restaurant next door to the school tastes pretty good." Yang Mu didn't care about his attitude, and explained word by word, "It's too hot outside, so it's better to eat in the dormitory."

"...Then what am I doing now?" He Yu asked while paralyzed in the chair.

"Look at the scenery."

"what?"

"Look at the sky at dawn and at the clouds at dusk."

"?WTF?"

Yang Mu put the opened headphones on his head, "Or play games."

"Oh."

During the break while waiting for the takeaway, He Yu moved from the chair to the bed step by step, cross-legged and frowning, playing games.

"Damn, your signal is not good..." He Yu shouted down, "Is there a wireless network?"

Yang Mu was about to go out to get takeaway, "I'll help you connect when I come back."

"Hurry up." He Yu grabbed the phone with both hands, "It's hard to download without wireless network."

"..." Yang Mu stopped in his tracks, "Who's baby?"

"Ah?" He Yu didn't lift his head.

"...Don't insist on changing the sound in a short time. Also, Zai here is the fourth sound." After correcting Yang Mu, he hurried out the door.

He Yu blinked blankly, and it took a while to realize what he meant, and what he said just now.

Steam welled up in his cheeks, "Fuck!"

When the door was reopened and the aroma wafted into his nostrils, He Yucai pulled his head out of the deeply buried collar and got out of bed to inspect his feast.

Carrying two large lunch boxes, Yang Mu slowly took out two cans of cold beer, opened up two hard dishes, and put a few cold dishes aside, quickly filling up the small table.

He Yu reluctantly showed some satisfaction, then remembered something and asked, "What do you do when your roommate comes back later?"

Yang Mu handed him the chopsticks, "He stays in the Internet cafe at night and won't come back."

"?" He Yu poked a piece of meat, "Aren't you guys taking the postgraduate entrance examination?"

Shouldn't you be studying at this time?

Yang Mu looked at him, "It's not that all those who stay in school are taking the postgraduate entrance examination."

There are also those who are not willing to go home and listen to nagging.

Yang Mu paused for two seconds, looked at the earphones by the table and changed the subject, "Why would you think of giving this to me?"

He Yu ate meat sullenly, "My brother said I'd send you off..."

As soon as he mentioned his brother, He Yu held back, but he didn't hold back, and told about what happened this afternoon.

"They moved in together suddenly without notifying me..." He Yu took a sip of cold beer.

The cool liquid slid into the throat, relieving a little restlessness.

Yang Mu glanced at him, then squinted out of the window.

The sky has darkened.

He got up and turned on the light.

When he came back, he saw He Yu taking a pack of playing cards from a shelf beside him.

"Want to play?" Yang Mu asked.

He Yu turned the cards, "That's fine too. After a few rounds, if you lose, draw a bastard on your face."

The process of playing cards was quite enjoyable, and He Yu finally found some fun in the depression.

Because he has won several times, and he is very chic with an acrylic paintbrush.

Yang Mu also let him paint without saying a word.

"Are you still playing?" He Yu asked again as he drew something unidentifiable in the corner of his eye.

"...Continue." Yang Mu's eyes fell on the eyebrows that were close at hand, and then gradually fell down.

He Yu tutted his head and shook his head, "People are still addicted to vegetables."

After complaining, continue to watch Yang Mu carefully shuffling the cards without complaint.

A complete set of cards was placed in front of him again. He Yu touched two cards, and when he was about to touch the third card, his eyes suddenly went dark, "...??"

He heyed several times in surprise, not only because the light was gone.

His outstretched hand did not touch the slippery surface of the card, but touched the warm knuckles of his fingers.

"The power went out." Yang Mu calmly withdrew his hand, "It may be that someone tripped with a prohibited electrical appliance."

He Yu was stunned, he had never encountered such a situation.

It has been dark outside the window for some time.

"Then what should we do?" He Yu frowned.

"Turn on the flashlight." Yang Mu leaned over and grabbed his arm, "First help me wash off the writing on my face...I'll go out and ask the housekeeper."

2 minute later.

"Wash it well...otherwise it will scare people." Yang Mu said in a soft voice, feeling the touch and water flow on his face.

From Sunday, it has been unexpectedly sunny for two or three days in a row.

It seems that the rainy season has completely bid farewell to summer.

He Jin groped around the bed with her eyes closed, and after turning off the alarm clock, she squinted her eyes to look at the skylight leaking in through the cracks in the curtains.

Today seems to be a hot day.

He Jin looked at the familiar ceiling for a while.

- The ceiling of the second bedroom.

Turned over, pushed Fu Rongjie, who said last night that he was so tired and wanted to sleep with his arms, so he touched the bed, "Get up."

Fu Rongjie gradually responded, but it was only limited to two twitches of eyelashes and two vague responses from his lips.

After urging a few more times, it is only advanced to rubbing over until messing with hair.

It looks fluffy.

He Jin rubbed twice.

If he didn't have to go to work, he would be more than happy to continue to watch his elementary school brother lie in bed tiredly.

It was only then that he realized that the elementary school boy really had a habit of staying in bed.

On the premise that there is no arrangement the next morning.

What's more, the juniors seem to have stepped up their pre-match training in the past two nights.

He Jin tried to struggle to sit up from his embrace, but it was quite difficult.

Fu Rongjie was obviously not awake, but he had a lot of strength.

"Fu Rongjie is going to be late for work!" He Jin stretched out his hand to poke him, "Is this your company or mine?"

Why haven't he been active yet?

He Jin thought that Fu Rongjie would feel a little ashamed when he said this, so he worked hard.

But after a short period of silence, only two laughing words appeared around his neck.

"yours."

"..."

He Jin took a deep breath, "Okay, mine. Then do you listen to the boss?"

Fu Rongjie opened his thin eyelids and looked at him.

The light melted into the light-colored eyes with tenderness, and broke into beautiful and fine light spots.

Before going out, He Jin leaned against the corner of the entrance, looked into those eyes, quickly disarmed and closed them.

He was a little dizzy from being kissed, but subjectively he didn't want to separate.

He always thought that his willpower was still strong, but now he realized that maybe the temptations he encountered before were not strong enough.

Fu Rongjie lightly tapped his lips to close the tail, and waited for his blush to fade before leading him out.

"There's a small group building on Friday," he said.

He Jin raised her hand to cover one of her wet eyelashes, followed her footsteps, "Well, I heard from the personnel."

"Is there somewhere you want to go?" Fu Rongjie asked.

He Jin shook his head, "I've been to almost all the interesting places in the imperial capital."

"Then give me some advice?" Fu Rongjie ushered him downstairs and opened the passenger's door, "We will vote in the group later on."

He Jin pressed her temples and thought for a while, "If you only play for one day, a resort on the outskirts of the city is not bad, and the horse farm and water facilities are also very complete."

As He Jin spoke, he remembered something and lightly grabbed Fu Rongjie's tie, "I said to take me to the club where you trained, when will I go?"

Fu Rongjie said unhurriedly: "It depends on the arrangement. If it is fast, it will be this weekend."

After finishing speaking, he rearranged his tie, and helped He Jin smooth out the creases on his neckline.

He Jin watched him move, and couldn't help but find it pleasing to the eye and mind.

In terms of being a boyfriend, he can't find anything wrong with Fu Rongjie.

The details of work and life can be taken care of in place, there is no smoking and alcohol abuse and other bad habits, and the cooking skills are pretty good.

"What are you laughing at?" Fu Rongjie looked into his bright eyes.

"I'm in a good mood." He Jin raised the corners of his lips and looked away, "It's really cute, junior."

"Like it?" Fu Rongjie paused.

"I like it." He Jin frowned.

He probably had a taste of what it was like to be in love.

Fu Rongjie leaned over and kissed, "Bring the subject and object, and speak completely."

……

A bad mood may be hidden, but happiness is always easy to see.

Even if you don’t say it on your face, you can get a glimpse of it from your mental state and energy level.

Cheng Ci'an took advantage of the time to deliver the documents and walked around to the general manager's office, and saw Fu Rongjie who had been at ease these days.

He knocked on the door and entered the office with his sleeves folded.

"Is there anything good these days?" Cheng Ci'an raised the frame and asked.

Obviously last week was not listless.

Fu Rongjie glanced at him, put down the pen in his hand, and took a sip of tea, "I've never seen anyone who wants to be shown affection."

Cheng Ci'an: "..."

"It seems to be going well." Cheng Ci'an squinted to confirm that the door was closed before continuing, "Actually, there is something I've been wanting to ask."

"What?" Fu Rongjie asked casually.

"I saw your seldom-used pen hidden in He Jin's place before." Cheng Ci'an held the document and said carefully.

Only then did Fu Rongjie look up at him.

"Can I make a bold guess?" Cheng Ci'an slowed down his tone and spoke softly: "The HJ engraved on the pen clip is He Jin, and the person you liked before is——He Jin?"

Cheng Ci'an asked him for confirmation with burning eyes.

"Don't inquire." Fu Rongjie clasped his hands, leaned back on the chair back, "Go out."

Cheng Ci'an also knew that he didn't like others asking about his privacy.

But looking at the reaction, he basically had the answer in his heart.

But he didn't understand why Fu Rongjie rejected this question. He suspected that Fu Rongjie hadn't even talked to He Jin about it.

Obviously, in the eyes of outsiders, the secret love that has been steadfast for many years has come to fruition, which should be a good thing to be congratulated and worthy of publicity.

But sometimes it is deliberately hidden, which just shows how much it takes.

"Yes." Cheng Ci'an thought about this point clearly, clapped his arms, and smiled: "Just circle around him."

Fu Rongjie was noncommittal and ignored him. After finishing the work at hand, he got up and went to the meeting room under Assistant Gao's reminder.

After the meeting.

He Jin and Lao Qiao packed up their laptops and documents, and walked out of the meeting room together.

After they briefly discussed the problems of this week of the project, Old Qiao took a look at his radiant state, and recalled the soft-browed Fu Rongjie he had just met, and couldn't help asking gossip.

"Did you solve the problem of staying in the hotel last time?"

"Yeah." He Jin realized what he was talking about, and said without hesitation.

"How did you solve it?" Old Qiao asked in a low voice while standing outside the door before the meeting started, "If I have something to hide from my wife, she will ignore me for at least three or four days."

"...Just let it go." He Jin raised his head and mumbled.

"Really?"

He Jin pursed her lips, "Actually, I almost got into a fight."

That's pretty much the case.

Old Qiao sighed, and then asked: "Then where do you live now?"

He Jin paused and struggled for a second.

This matter is not easy to hide from Old Qiao who knows the previous situation.

He pondered for a while, then asked, "Brother Qiao, how long did you date before you lived together?"

"I was?" Old Qiao subconsciously replied with a smile, "I developed quite smoothly at the beginning, less than a year ago, and then... eh, eh?? Why do you ask this?"

Old Qiao's voice stopped suddenly, and then seeing He Jin's slightly unnatural expression, he suddenly understood.

"Young people... Sure enough." Old Qiao sighed, "No wonder..."

The state is different from what was visible to the naked eye before, and anyone with a discerning eye should be able to see the change.

It is estimated that there was not even a running-in period when they first lived together, so it is the appearance they see now.

They were talking, when He Jin suddenly felt that someone beside him was poking him.

He Jin turned around and saw a tall boy who had been in contact with him at work, and he opened his hand and handed him something.

"What's the matter?" Old Joe asked.

He Jin looked at the red-wrapped candies in his hand, and gave some to Old Qiao, "They said they just got their license, happy candy."

Old Qiao put the candy in his pocket, "There are a lot of good things going on in the company recently. How about you two? When do you plan to make it public? I guess the company will be very lively then."

"I have no plans at the moment." He Jin took a step forward.

"That's fine, it's fine to keep it like this." Old Joe said, "By the way, are you free at night? I plan to organize a team dinner for our team, and we will go together after get off work."

He Jin responded.

He Jin received the call during the meeting break when Lao Qiao quickly organized a small meeting after returning to the department.

He rarely received calls from Fu Rongjie in the company, thinking that there was something urgent, he hurriedly pressed the answer.

"I heard from Mr. Qi that there is a Hunan restaurant nearby, and the taste is not bad. Shall we go together at night?" Fu Rongjie asked softly.

Finding that it wasn't the urgent matter he thought, He Jin froze and didn't say anything.

"……baby?"

He Jin subconsciously looked to the left and right, blocked the receiver with her fingertips, and said shortly, "Shut up."

Fu Rongjie stood in front of the window and turned around, looking at the door that was knocked suddenly.

"Boss Fu." It was Assistant Gao's voice.

"Are you really shutting up?" He Jin asked with raised eyebrows, letting go of his finger covering the receiver.

He didn't hear the sound again, so he couldn't help feeling that Fu Rongjie's pause was a bit long.

Fu Rongjie looked at Assistant Gao who came in with the documents and another female employee named Fang Fang, raised his hand, pressed his Adam's apple, and curled his lips, "I have a sore throat."

He Jin picked up his lips when he heard the excuse he made for not speaking up just now, "Then wait until your voice recovers before calling."

After finishing speaking, he stopped joking in time, "There is a dinner party tonight, let's go another day."

He Jin hung up the phone, put away the phone, and when he looked up, he saw the stunned expression of his colleague Xiao Song.

He Jin's heart skipped a beat, and he asked, "What's wrong?"

Xiao Song is a girl who looks very delicate, but her voice is quite rough, "You... have a date?"

She seemed to hear a "baby" just now.

It shouldn't be hallucinations.

"Yes." He Jin responded.

He was actually worried that Xiao Song would find out who was calling.

"All right." Xiao Song lowered his head, "It's all right, I'll just ask."

He Jin turned his face away suspiciously.

Seeing the prevarication, Xiao Song let out a breath, leaned sideways and hurriedly poked the phone to type.

-Fang Fang, let's stop messing around with CP in the company.

It was almost after the meeting that she saw her friend replying to the message.

-What's wrong?It was you who said that the two seniors and juniors are a good match.Said that you saw the two of them whispering outside the department door last time, so I followed you.

It's not just her, they have a small chat group of ten people in the company, silently sharing CP and gossip about marriage and love, with people of all ages, men and women, as a refreshment for busy work.

As for the hottest chats recently, apart from the couple who just announced their marriage news, it is the couple who can only enclose their own cuteness and rot in their hearts.

Xiao Song: - But just now He Jin said that he has a date.

Fang Fang: -...Damn, what should I do then?

Xiao Song: - Let’s switch to CP and knock it out. I think the new Cheng Ci’an is also very familiar with Mr. Fu.

Although it's not as eye-catching as He Jin's.

Fang Fang: - That's fine... If it doesn't work, I'll beat Boss Fu to me. I just heard Boss Fu say that he has a sore throat, so I poured him a glass of warm water, and he smiled at me.

Xiao Song: -Wait, wait...

Xiao Song: -Why does my throat hurt?

Fang Fang: - What's wrong?

Xiao Song: - I seem to have heard such words just now.

Although it is in someone else's mobile phone.

She was born with good hearing, so there was nothing she could do.

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I'm a bit busy these days, but I also saved some drafts

I think it can be updated daily in the future, and it should be around this time every night.

Thank you for your support~Bow

I hope I can update to the end

Chapter 50 "This candy is sour, I think you are already sour enough, you don't need to eat any more."

It wasn't until the end of get off work was approaching, when someone shouted in the group to gather for dinner, that Xiao Song had just finished work and continued to cautiously discuss today's undecided major issues with his friends.

Xiao Song: -I thought about it for a day and came up with a guess, but it wasn't necessarily right.

Xiao Song: - Tell me, will we get it right? !

Fang Fang: -...too idealistic, like dreaming, the kind of laughing out loud in the dream.

Fang Fang: -Let’s be realistic, it’s just a possibility, but it’s also possible that it’s just a coincidence, you heard it wrong, or someone else had a sore throat on the phone.

Xiao Song hesitated.

She really could only make out what He Jin said on the phone, not the line of voice.

I just feel that the voice coming out of the receiver is a little deeper and hazier than Mr. Fu's.

Xiao Song: -I still tend to my guess, and I can continue to knock.

Fang Fang: - Then I too... I'll wait and see!

Xiao Song raised his head and glanced at He Jin's office not far away, suppressing his agitated mood.

She and Fang Fang are actually in a state where it seems that they have discovered the incredible truth, but we are holding back for the sake of being conservative.

It seems that this is the only way to calm down a little.

He Jin didn't know anything about the chat records of his colleagues around him. He listened to Lao Qiao's chatter all the way from get off work until everyone was full of wine and food.

The talkative and restrained people in this project team can always blend together strangely, and the atmosphere is surprisingly harmonious.

A group of people talked from project work to life, from twilight to the beginning of the lights.

The window of the box casts mottled light, and the noise flows endlessly on the window edge.

The evening wind blowing through the clouds brings in a refreshing coolness, which penetrates the heart and spleen.

He Jin drank some wine, his stamina was a little strong, and his mind was burning hot. When he heard the people sitting beside him speak, he just coped with it in a sloppy manner, and the tone of his mouth was lazy and idle.

He suspects that his drinking capacity is getting worse.

At some point in time, two red-wrapped candies were placed in front of him. He heard the person next to him explain, "This is a wedding candy given by Chen Bei from the R&D Department. Let's be happy together."

He Jin paused for a second, then looked at Xiao Song who was talking to him, "Thank you. I received it too."

Xiao Song was stunned for a moment, then grinned, "It's okay, just take it, you can be more happy."

He Jin smiled, "Okay."

Xiao Song blushed, and slowly looked away.

She has always felt that the smile of this newcomer brother of the same age is really dazzling.

Once she stared at it for a while, and when she came back to her senses, she realized that she had been giggling for a long time.

Fortunately, after opening up the conversation, Xiao Song began to dare to ask some bold topics.

"He Jin, that..." She cleared her throat and asked, "Is your boyfriend also in our industry?"

She was going to be side-firing first.

"Yes." He Jin replied casually.

"Then when did you meet?" Xiao Song asked.

"...high school." He Jin couldn't help recalling his youthful years while talking.

"high school??!"

He Jin woke up in shock, and turned to look at Old Qiao who suddenly spoke. He didn't know how long he had been listening.

Seeing this, Old Qiao shook his cup and smiled, "It's okay, you guys continue talking."

But the look in He Jin's eyes was clearly puzzled.

Didn’t you just talk about it before? We’ve known each other since high school, so why did we go there in the middle years?

However, it is not uncommon for old classmates to work for many years to achieve positive results.

It's just that Lao Qiao feels that Fu Rongjie and He Jin are not passive characters. If there is a little spark, they should have been together long ago. It can't be delayed until now.

He Jin didn't meet his gaze, but turned to look at Xiao Song, "Why are you asking this?"

Xiao Song just felt a little uneasy and depressed when he heard him say "high school". Hearing this, he quickly waved his hands, "Just ask, I'm curious."

Her voice fell to the ground, but her inner emotions continued to rise.

Several questions also popped up in my mind.

What is the concept of knowing in high school?Could it be that they have been dating until now?

But Mr. Fu and He Jin seem to be in the same university, so it doesn't match up...

This ups and downs, in the end can not knock.

The phone screen on the table suddenly lit up, and He Jin took it off and opened it to take a look at the unread messages.

A: -Are you finished?I will pick you up.

He Jin poked the screen and typed.

- you didn't go to the club tonight

A: -Well, I will do endurance and physical training at home tonight.

A: -Where are you now?

He Jin returned the position.

Not far from the company.

A: -Then I'm almost there.

sugar:-? ? ?

Old Qiao had sharp eyes, saw a little bit of a star, and asked nonchalantly, "What's wrong?"

He Jin put away her phone and smoothed the corner of her clothes, "I have to go."

Old Qiao said "Oh" and mouthed: "Boss Fu is here to pick you up?"

"Yeah." He Jin couldn't help but curled up her lips.

"It's getting late, and it's time to leave after eating." Old Qiao said, then turned to the others, "Everyone should go back early, because we have to go to work tomorrow."

The people at the table responded in a hurry, some hurriedly drank the wine in their glasses, some said goodbye to each other, and some already packed their bags and were ready to leave the box door.

He Jin belonged to the last type. After saying hello, she walked out the door swiftly, and she didn't look like she was still slightly drunk just now.

"Going so fast..." Xiao Song picked up his satchel and murmured while looking at He Jin's back.

"His boyfriend is here to pick her up." Old Qiao just passed by her and said with a smile, "I have to go back and find my wife too."

"Huh?" Xiao Song was stunned for a moment, recalling what he just said, and suddenly speeded up and left the box.

5 minute later.

Xiao Song didn't care about the strands of hair that had just been blown to the corner of his mouth by the wind, so he turned on his phone and poked WeChat in high spirits.

-I saw He Jin's boyfriend! !

Fang Fang returned quickly.

- what kind!

Xiao Song: - He didn't get out of the car, he was driving a Land Rover.It was too dark in the car and I couldn't see my face clearly.

Fang Fang: -... Does that mean you didn't see it?

Xiao Song: -But!I saw a silver ring on the middle finger of his outstretched hand!

Fang Fang seconds get, she somehow suddenly had the feeling of chasing idol romance.

-I know I know!Mr. Fu also has it on his left middle finger!

Xiao Song: -Yes!From a distance, the style also looks a bit like it!Hands are similar too!

They all looked at the hands full of strength but also very slender and beautiful.

One of the reasons they kowtowed in the first place was that both of them happened to be wearing rings, and they were wearing them in the same position.

It's just that it's not easy to confirm the relationship because they are not the same style.

What if the two of them just like to wear this kind of jewelry?

These days, singles wear the ring finger and the middle finger, and there are many people who wear ten fingers, so you can't just believe it.

Fang Fang: -Okay, there is one more evidence, I will post it in the group.

She had already thought about the title, so she called it #因为选择拍进慢了boyfriend who came home late and accidentally exposed love affair#!

Xiao Song is still typing, and the heat in her mind will not go down for a while.

- God, believers are willing to eat fast and chant Buddha, please let them be together!

Otherwise, she will be happy in vain.

In particular, the protagonists of the TV series she's chasing recently are too good at business, and they can't even look at each other in a fake way.

She would rather not find a partner by herself, and hope that the cp she knocked on is real.

Fang Fang: - What if it wasn't Mr. Fu?

Xiao Song: -...No way, how can there be such a coincidence, today's phone call is also the same, so many signs...

not enough?

Xiao Song suddenly felt as if he had reached the most uneasy moment before the truth was revealed.

- If not, I will treat He Jin to dinner to make up for my mistake!

At this moment.

He Jin chewed the sugar to relieve the greasiness, and the sweet and sour taste of fructose spread in his mouth.

He is always used to crunching and chewing this kind of hard candy in a few mouthfuls, and the tip of his tongue will become numb after holding it for a long time.

"What are you eating?" Fu Rongjie glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and lightly rested his fingers on the steering wheel.

"Sugar." He Jin said concisely.

"When did you buy it?" Fu Rongjie asked.

He never thought that He Jin would like to eat sweet and greasy food.

"It was given by my colleague." He Jin propped his head on one hand and looked out the window.

Fu Rongjie paused for a while, then raised his tone and asked, "It was given to you by that boy outside the meeting room?"

"Huh?" He Jin turned his face away.

The one he was eating was pushed to him by Xiao Song just now.

but--

"How do you know he gave me something, did you see it?" He Jin put one hand on his knee and patted it gently, calmly.

Fu Rongjie glanced at him and raised his lips, "Well, after thinking about what he gave for a day, I think that boy is quite happy."

"You guys know each other well?" he asked.

"It's okay." He Jin couldn't help laughing, "He must not be familiar with you. Otherwise, he will give it to you."

The signal lights at the intersection changed color, and the continuous flow of traffic stopped neatly.

Fu Rongjie stepped on the brake and pulled out the handbrake button before the zebra crossing.

"Why do you say that?" Fu Rongjie slumped his shoulders and turned his eyes loosely.

He Jin looked at him.

From just now, he could hear a strong smell of vinegar.

After a pause of two seconds, He Jinping looked at Fu Rongjie's eyes full of doubts, knowing that he couldn't tease him any more, and said frankly, "What he gave was wedding candy."

"What's the matter?" He then asked, "You want it too?"

"...Happy candy?"

"Ah."

"Yes." Fu Rongjie whispered, his eyes darkened, "Do you have any more?"

He Jin didn't answer, he deliberately said: "This candy is sour, I think you are already sour enough, you don't need to eat any more."

Fu Rongjie heard his teasing, and continued to ask indifferently, "What kind of sour taste?"

He Jin subconsciously bit the tip of her tongue, "It seems to smell like plums..."

He Jin's lips were suddenly blocked, and the tip of his tongue was sucking and searching.

There are many lights and shadows around, and the light spots flicker.

The wind outside the window was rustling, and amidst the yelling of shops on the roadside, the falling grass leaves fell.

This environment is surprisingly