Slag

Lin Jian had been in the gym for more than two hours. In fact, he did not spend much time exercising in total. He practiced absent-mindedly for a while, and sat by the side to watch his mobile phone for a while.

Fu Feibai was inexplicably busy in the afternoon, so he ran over to find Lin Jian when he was free, and slapped him in the face with the live broadcast.

Lin Jian smiled and said disgustedly: "Take it far away, and you can see my dark circles when you get close."

Fu Feibai made a "cut" sound, turned his phone at him at a dead angle, and lowered his head halfway and asked, "Have you seen the dark circles under your eyes? Let alone dark circles, I can't find any blemishes on his face now."

The barrage in the live broadcast room immediately talked about dark circles, and they all said that it is a miracle that there are no dark circles at this age.

Fu Feibai shook his head: "He always sleeps at ten o'clock and starts at six o'clock. Have you ever seen people with this schedule have dark circles?"

Speaking of this work and rest time, Lin Jian couldn't help thinking for a moment. Since Han Qiushi moved in, his work and rest are rarely normal.

Either I couldn't sleep at night and waited too long for someone; or I couldn't get up in the morning because I was too exhausted the night before.

Seeing a ghost, Lin made a phone call to Han Qiushi, and sat down a little to avoid his voice from being caught in the mirror.

"Looking for me?" Han Qiushi's voice quickly rang in his ears.

He connected quickly, and the volume was normal, and he didn't look like he was in the library.

Lin Jian actually didn't know what to say, he lowered his head and thought for a long time, and asked him, "Are you going home for dinner tonight?"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone seemed to call "Brother Han" on the phone, not too close, Lin Jian frowned inadvertently.

"There is an appointment tonight, you can eat by yourself." Han Qiushi also seemed to pause for a while, and did not answer quickly.

Since he said so, Lin Jian naturally couldn't have any reluctance.

As soon as the phone was hung up, Fu Feibai turned to him and asked, "Dining together tonight?"

Lin Jian agreed without even thinking about it.

Suddenly, a slightly familiar female voice came, and Lin Jian reflexively wanted to hide.

"Hi! Coach! You're here, handsome guy." It was the woman just now.

There was a man behind her, looking quite young, Lin Jian remembered with his good memory that he was the one who called Fu Feibai away at the beginning.

He greeted the woman together, nodded to Lin Jian, and smiled unexpectedly sunny.

Lin Jian nodded in response.

The woman sat next to Fu Feibai, and picked up what she said just now: "Coach, I said I invited you to dinner last time, how about giving me a favor today?"

Fu Feibai's phone was still held at a dead angle, and Lin Jian picked it up when he saw it——

The barrage went crazy the moment the camera pointed at Lin Jian's face.

[Fuck, you are so handsome, brother look at me! 】

【Finally, I am willing to show my whole face. The dead man didn’t know how to come back for a live broadcast after such a long time, so he was so mad】

【See you! ! !haven't seen you for a long time! !are you still single? ? ? 】

[Brother's face is completely in my aesthetic point of view, every time I see it, I am so beautiful to 6 tears]

[Call Fu Fei to locate the white hair!I want to have dinner with you too!I can eat better! 】

Lin Jian squinted his eyes to see the barrage, and couldn't keep his eyes on it.

The woman next to him was still discussing with Fu Feibai which restaurant to go to at night, but Lin Jian had no objection, he didn't care how many people to eat with, who to eat with, or what to eat.

"Why are you always so concerned about whether I can find someone?" Lin Jian saw the barrage of "Are you still single?" the most frequent.

"What partner? You still can't find someone? What right do you have to say such things." The woman's attention was instantly attracted by Lin Jian's words.

Barrage--

[hhhhh what qualifications do you have! 】

[Damn mad, dog man, you always say you're single, but I fucking sent private messages asking you if you're dating and you ignored me]

[No other meaning, just want to laugh at you]

Lin Jian held up her mobile phone, and the woman moved a place very familiarly, sat next to Lin Jian, and forced herself into the mirror.

Lin Jian pointed the camera at her, leaving half of his face in front.

The camera is almost shooting at his pores.

"Hi! I was also in the camera last time, do you remember me?"

【Remember】

【What did I miss】

[Miss sister, help me see if there is a small tear mole under Lin Jian's right eye, thank you sister]

"Tear mole?" After reading the barrage, the woman cast her eyes on Lin Jian's face. She stood up and bowed her waist to look at Lin Jian's face carefully. The more I look at it, the more I think it is, alas, what a pity."

Lin Jian's eyelashes are very long, but not too thick, and his eyebrows are also not too thick. His appearance is not thick and colorful.The eyelids are naturally downturned, but they look innocent, and have nothing to do with the so-called "milk dog".The bridge of the nose is straight and straight, and the mouth is the gentlest looking of the whole face, probably just drank water, and now it looks rosy.

There is indeed a small tear mole under the corner of his right eye, which looks inconspicuous from a distance, but when he looks closely, he feels that this mole is enough to change his seemingly indifferent temperament.

"Really." The woman was a little surprised.

Lin Jian was not used to being observed at such a close distance, so he backed away calmly.

"Aren't you guys talking about dinner?" Lin Jian brought the topic back, and Fu Feibai, who had been stunned for a long time, immediately picked up: "Ah yes, hurry up, just watch the live broadcast and just turn it off." The second half of the sentence was addressed to Lin Jian.

"You heard it, he asked me to shut it down." Lin met the audience in the live broadcast room as if he had received an imperial edict, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more clear as he spoke.

[...?What a handsome guy, why are your ears not working well at such a young age?]

【chat!two!sentence! 】

Seeing that the closing action was stagnant, Lin asked helplessly, "Okay, let's talk a few more words."

the other side.

Han Qiushi's original plan was to pull back his studies in the near future. Although his study during this period of time was a waste of time, if he took a test now, he would still be at the top.It's just that he is too proud, and he feels uncomfortable even if he loses the slightest bit.

But I didn't want to, the time to go to the toilet disrupted the plan.

In the toilet, I met a junior who had asked him several times and said he wanted to ask questions. His name was Song Feng, and he was not bad looking. Han Qiushi pondered for a long time, and seeing Song Feng frowned, he said, "Brother Han promised well, But in the end, I refuse every time, I just invite you to have a meal and ask some questions, it won't waste a lot of time."

This time there is no need to refuse.

When Lin saw that phone call, Song Feng was still by the side, worrying that he would be called away again.

"Brother Han, you... have a date?" Song Feng pretended to ask casually while the two were sitting in the private room while pouring tea.

Han Qiushi raised his eyebrows when he heard this, as if he was disdainful of the question he asked: "You said you called me just now?"

Song Feng handed him the teacup: "Listen to that tone, like a member of Brother Han's family."

"What kind of family member is he?" Han Qiushi smiled and patted Song Feng on the shoulder: "Don't guess."

When Song Feng heard his words, he immediately burst into a smile: "Really, I thought brother had a relationship, and I was sad for a long time. I will never guess randomly again, unless brother tells me personally."

This meant that Han Qiushi was an idiot if he couldn't tell, but he didn't care, and asked directly: "I have invited me so many times, it is impossible to just want to have a meal with me."

He took a sip of tea, put down the cup gently, and cast his eyes on Song Feng. Those peach blossom eyes are always easy to be misunderstood: "What's the matter?"

Song Feng met his eyes and was about to look into them unconsciously. When Han Qiushi took the initiative to look away, he cleared his throat and said, "Since brother also knows, then I'll just say it. A few days ago, my dad was in contact with A project cooperation of Han's..."

Han Qiushi listened patiently. In fact, he understood what it meant from the very beginning.It seemed that he was bribed with a meal, so that he could go back and say something nice to Han Lin.

This is not difficult. Han Qiushi still has a general understanding of the current Pingcheng business district. The Song family has always done things honestly and regulated, and it is probably because they are afraid that they will not be able to fight those who are used to tricks, so they come up with this plan.

This is not surprising, Han Qiushi's vague sexual orientation is probably exposed to some extent, and it happens that Song Feng is good-looking, so why not do it?

"Oh, so." Han Qiushi nodded, "Then what good will this do me?" He deliberately tested.

Song Feng's expression immediately became a bit shy. He smiled and said, "I'm seeing you off. Brother, you may not like it. Why don't you decide, brother. I can do anything."

Han Qiushi smiled at him with satisfaction: "Okay, then keep it for now, and I'll talk about it someday when I think it over."

"Actually——" Song Feng's eyes lingered on Han Qiushi's face. At this moment, there were only the two of them in the dimly lit box. He looked at Han Qiu while he was eating calmly, and finally said, "Brother, I've been...a long time ago..."

"Let's eat first." Han Qiushi interrupted him casually, "While it's hot, it's not good for the stomach to eat cold."

After brewing for several minutes, the words were still aborted.

Song Feng knew that Han Qiushi meant that he was not allowed to speak, but he didn't understand, did Han Qiushi know what he was going to say?Why not let him talk?

But he had no choice but to force himself through the meal with a stomach full of problems, he really didn't have a good appetite.

Han Qiushi had his meal happily. After he finished, he wiped his mouth, picked up a black schoolbag that did not match his image at the moment, stood up and smiled lightly at Song Feng who was staring at him: "There are some things that you should not say, Just let it sit. The best memories of a relationship are in moments like this, aren't they?"

Song Fengshang was still in a daze because of his words, but Han Qiushi didn't have the time to wait for him to come back to his senses: "I'll go first. The food in this restaurant tastes good, thank you for the hospitality."

When he got out of the box, Han Qiushi gradually changed back to his stern look. He roughly calculated in his mind the best and worst situations for this cooperation, and the result he got was not bad.He made a "tsk" sound, feeling displeased that "this kind of small cooperation would actually ask him to talk about it".

He called Lin Jian, wondering if he was waiting for him at home.

When he heard the slightly noisy sound of wine glasses colliding on the opposite side, Han Qiushi's anger accumulated: "Where are you?"

Lin Jian covered one ear: "It's time to eat, my friends can't stop drinking, so don't worry about me, go back to bed first."

Fu Feibai and the woman in the afternoon started drinking together, one refused to accept the other, clinking wine glasses when they were so drunk, they didn't let go no matter what.

Han Qiushi stood by the side of the road, narrowed his eyes dangerously, and said in a heavy voice, "You went out to drink with a man?"

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感谢在2021-02-0523:43:03~2021-02-0623:39:11期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Keguyu. 1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: the postman has a good knife;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: the messenger has 4 bottles of a good knife;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!