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The cold wind blew the fine hair of the two of them, and the young man's beautiful face was clouded.

The night lights were confused, male and female dancers were singing and dancing wantonly on the stage, in a place that Yu Minglang could not see, someone watched him through a sparse curtain all night, until he left [Rainbow].

As if reciting a poem, he focused his eyes on Yu Minglang's face, not letting go of the boy's expression: "You are so beautiful and holy, just like the son of God sent by God to the world."

His eyes slowly overflowed with fascination and a little fanaticism, which seemed a little weird.

Yu Minglang looked at his appearance, suddenly smiled mockingly, and uttered a few words: "Do you dare?"

He is the son of Yu Zhengyan, the future head of the Yu family, not an ordinary boy who can be seen everywhere on the street.

Hua Wenyi sighed, as if a little regretful: "Yes, you have a noble status."

You use his words here, which makes people hear a hint of sarcasm for no reason.

"The future head of the noble Yu family is gay?" He clapped his palms, and a smile of unknown meaning popped out from the corner of his mouth.

"Are you threatening me?"

Hua Wenyi shook her head, put her index finger near her mouth: "No, no, no, it's not a threat, I'm just fighting for an opportunity."

"Fight for a chance for you to put your eyes on me."

"It's a pity that you left at that time. That kid should have my number stored on him. Master Yu probably wouldn't trample it in the mud for my sincerity."

His voice was gentle, but every sentence was oppressive. Hua Wenyi straightened her clothes: "The wind here is so strong, Master Yu will blow it for a while and go back, don't catch a cold."

He stopped walking, paused when he lifted the curtain, turned his head and smiled at the pale boy: "Maybe you should learn more about me, through various channels."

The heavy curtain fell, and Hua Wenyi's tall body disappeared behind the red cloth, leaving only the golden tassels dangling slightly.

Yu Minglang's nails pricked his palms, his body trembled slightly, and the corners of his eyes were red. This man, how dare he!

He is not afraid of everything about Yu Minglang, he seems to have full self-confidence, and he can defeat himself in one fell swoop.

During the banquet, wine and wine were exchanged, and when Yu Minglang returned, Yu Zhengyan was talking with others, and he was standing beside his father, his face pale.

Yu Zhengyan frowned: "What's the matter, you don't feel well?"

He pulled out a smile: "It's okay."

Suddenly a voice came, with the concern of the elders: "I see Young Master Yu's appearance, he probably has a cold."

Yu Minglang looked at the person coming, his body was slightly stiff, his fingers moved, and Yu Zhengyan raised his glass: "President Hua."

Hua Wenyi clinked glasses with him, took a sip of the wine, and Yu Zhengyan introduced to him: "This is a dog."

His gold-rimmed spectacle frames seemed to be shining under the light, and a pair of slightly upturned eyes flashed a smile through the thin lenses. Hua Wenyi hummed, with a decent smile: "I was lucky last time." I met Young Master Yu once."

There was something in the words, and only the two of them could hear it. On the balcony, Hua Wenyi told him that it was a good fortune to meet the young master that night.

Hua Wenyi, British nationality, both parents are Chinese, grew up in the UK, studied at the University of Chicago, has a master's degree in finance, and now runs a family business. In recent years, he has returned to China to develop his business. He is a Christian and has participated in some religious activities.

Yu Minglang pulled down the mouse button and frowned.

At that time, I came out in front of my parents in front of the whole family (there is video material), and my parents did not object. After that, I participated in gay rallies in the UK and participated in corresponding activities. When I was in college, I once set up a legal system for homosexuals in the school. Interest Association.

He dragged down the mouse, and there was still a lot of information about the man below, but his speed was obviously much faster than that of Kaixian, and there was a little irritability in his movements.

The white light hit Yu Minglang's face, his fingers stopped, his eyes looked at the smiling and happy boy on the screen, it was Hua Wenyi, 20 years old, gentle and young, a little less mature now with savvy.

He watched it for a few seconds and suddenly a burst of anger welled up in his heart. The next moment, the slim computer was slammed shut and thrown on the table casually.

He took his mobile phone from the side and dialed Wei Mo's number. A busy signal was displayed there, and the sound of "beep, beep" hit his eardrum one after another.

No one answered over there. When he dialed again, his fingers trembled slightly when he touched the screen. He took a deep breath, and the corners of his eyes were red. No wonder, that person was not in a hurry when he said those words to him. No delay, with full patience, no wonder he looks confident and fearless, he is gay, people all over the world know that he has a country and family that tolerates him, a family background that can rival the Yu family, and is respected With the social status he looks up to, he is not afraid of anything, but what about himself?What is yourself?Nothing he has can make him a gay, his family doesn't allow it, everything he owns doesn't allow it.

At least for now, he can't let Yu Zhengyan know, otherwise, everything will be over...

Thirty seconds later, the other end was connected, and the young man huffed, his voice hoarse: "Hello?"

"Hi, I'm Yu Minglang."

The other party was a little startled, and instantly sobered up: "Mingming, what's the matter?"

He sat on the edge of the bed with a soft carpet under his feet: "Do you have that person's number that night?"

Wei Mo: "Which person?"

He didn't seem to wake up, and froze for a moment.

"That person that night, the person who asked you for your contact information after I left, did he leave his number, do you still have it?"

Wei Mo let out a cry: "Huh?"

"How do you know he left me his number?"

Yu Minglang asked again: "Do you have any?"

"oh oh!"

"Yes, yes, he gave me a note, put it in the jacket, wait, I'll look for it."

Yu Minglang only felt his throat astringent: "Send it to me."

A few minutes later, an unfamiliar number appeared on his mobile phone, and he dialed it without hesitation.

The call was quickly connected: "Hello?"

Even through a mobile phone, that person's voice is still gentle and magnetic.

Yu Minglang said, "Hello."

There was a moment of silence over there, and suddenly there was a low laugh, only to hear Hua Wenyi say: "Young Master Yu, it turned out to be you."

"Call me, what's the matter?"

His voice was very beating, he knew exactly what he was calling for, but he still asked questions knowingly, forcing Yu Minglang to speak out by himself.

"Mr. Hua, you have won."

"Whenever I'm free, I want to talk to you."

When talking over there, there was a trembling laughter in his voice: "I am extremely happy, I can do it anytime."

Hua Wenyi is like an old fox, hiding in the grass, waiting for his prey to enter the circle, he seems to be waiting.

In front of the wide floor-to-ceiling windows, the man half-lyed on the armchair, holding the cross on his chest with his slender fingers, where Jesus was nailed, waiting for his rebirth.His head was slightly on one side, the sunlight outside was very good, and the whole body was warmed by the light, the eyes under the lens were half closed, and the frame was shining. The man put the cross on his lips and kissed it lightly, very pious.

"Oh God."

The author has something to say:

Brother Sen will appear in the next episode, it seems that he will be a bit more powerful, otherwise the halo of the protagonist will be gone.