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The two met in a coffee shop. In a hidden corner, a dark coffee-colored curtain hung down randomly to separate the inside from the outside. On a soft fabric sofa, sat a man in a white shirt, with a warm face and golden silk. The eye sockets are more elegant on the bridge of the nose. He half leaned there, casually knocking on the armrest of the sofa with his hands, with his head turned sideways. From his angle, he could see the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The door of the coffee shop was pushed open, and the bell on the door rang slightly. The waiter who was wiping mugs at the bar looked up and saw the person coming, his eyes flashed with surprise, and he smiled and said, "Welcome."

The floor of the coffee shop is covered with a thick red carpet with complicated patterns, it is soft, and the shoes make no sound when stepping on it. in the eyes.

He pointed to the opposite side: "Sit."

Yu Minglang glanced at him calmly, came in and sat down.

Hua Wenyi held the menu in his hand and asked him, "What do you want to drink?"

Yu Minglang moved his lips: "As you wish."

Hua Wenyi flipped through the cowhide-wrapped menu, and randomly scratched it with his finger: "Just hot cocoa, I like this."

Yu Minglang looked at him with some surprise. He thought that this man would like black coffee like Yu Zhengyan, but it turned out to be hot cocoa.

He showed a kind smile: "As I said, you can get to know me better."

The waiter took their menu away, and Yu Minglang crossed his hands and put them on the table. His brows were slightly wrinkled, and his expression was unclear: "Mr. Hua, I want to talk to you."

Hua Wenyi's face was calm, and his posture was relaxed: "You can call me Wen Yi, or Hua Wenyi, Mr. Hua, it's too unfamiliar."

The corners of Yu Minglang's mouth twitched. The difference between the two was more than ten years old. It stands to reason that Hua Wenyi could be his uncle, but this man let himself call him Wenyi. He was very close, like a whisper between lovers. It makes people feel a little ridiculous.

But he called: "Uncle Hua."

Hua Wenyi's hand paused, but in the next second she let out a helpless low laugh: "You..."

Yu Minglang didn't change his expression, but reminded him imperceptibly of the gap and seniority between the two: "According to seniority, I should call you uncle. If I were younger, I should call you uncle. My father has always taught me not to overstep in front of elders."

After hearing his words, the expression on Hua Wenyi's face changed slightly, and the gentle mask seemed to be cracked a little. He leaned on the sofa and looked at him with interest: "I still underestimated you a bit."

The young man has sharp lips and teeth, not as innocent and harmless as he appears on the surface.

He looked at his fingers, pondered for a long time in the silence of the two, and finally said it, Yu Minglang tried his best to make his voice not sound so blunt: "Uncle Hua, I hope you don't tell me about that matter." father."

Hua Wenyi snorted, played with the tail ring on her hand, raised her eyelids: "Did I say I was going to tell your father?"

He sat upright: "I told you all along, I was just fighting for a chance."

"Fight for the chance to get your eyes on me."

The two looked at each other, Hua Wenyi had a smile on his face, without any sense of threat, his appearance was easygoing and natural, as if he was talking about something with a friend.

"Guest, your coffee is here."

The dark coffee-colored curtain was raised again, and a tall and thin waiter walked in with a tray with lowered eyebrows. On the tray were two matcha green cups, steaming, and the garlands on them shook slightly with the waiter's movements. .

Yu Minglang looked at him and was stunned.

The waiter put down the cup and handed it to Hua Wenyi first, and when he placed it in front of him, their eyes met.

Qi Sen's movements were slightly stiff, his hands hanging in the air.

Hua Wenyi said to him: "Minglang, try it, the cocoa in this store is very good."

His tone was gentle, and he looked at Yu Minglang with love in his eyes, making it hard to tell the truth from the fake.

Qi Sen lowered his eyes, put down the cup, and bent down to the two of them without changing his expression while holding the tray: "Please enjoy it slowly."

Yu Minglang looked at his calm face without looking away, Qi Sen glanced at him, just a short glance, circled between him and Hua Wenyi without a trace, then lifted his foot and left.

The strangeness between the two fell into Hua Wenyi's eyes, and he joked: "That kid looks good."

Yu Minglang held the cup and hummed.

But then, Hua Wenyi frowned: "I seem to have seen this kid somewhere."

He pointed to the cup: "Try it, it's pretty good."

He picked it up and took a sip, with an elegant posture, and the latte flower turned white around the corner of his mouth, which was somewhat contrasting.

Hua Wenyi tasted it comfortably with her eyes closed, and licked the white corner of her mouth with the tip of her tongue.

"I never thought of threatening you." His eyes were gentle. "My religion, my beliefs, and my family education do not allow me to threaten you. I am just looking for an opportunity, an opportunity to pursue you."

These words are so beautiful that it is impossible to refuse.

Yu Minglang looked at him, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Hua Wenyi smiled: "I know."

Yu Minglang's eyes were indifferent, the man still looked at him with a smile, without saying a word, he seemed to have full confidence, he was very sure of what he said and the decision he made.

This feeling made him very uncomfortable, Yu Minglang took a deep breath, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips: "My father..."

The man who was ruthless and turned upside down in the mall.

"Will he tolerate his son being with a man? Will he tolerate his son being with a man who is ten years older than him (referring to yml)?"

Hua Wenyi put down the cup in his hand, with a calm expression: "I won't force you, I'm posing as a suitor, if we have a future, I'm sure I can convince your father."

The boy stood up: "I'm sorry to disappoint you."

"Pursue the word, don't put it on me, we won't have a future."

He stood up with his jaw slightly raised, a little condescending, with no expression on his beautiful face.

"I won't like you, and don't waste your time on me."

Hua Wenyi looked at the empty seat in front of him, the hot cocoa on the opposite side hadn't touched a sip, the latte was still intact, but there was some bubbling, the curling smoke disappeared completely, everything seemed to be still.

The warm lighting on the walls made the small cubicle a warm orange. He drank the last drop of hot cocoa in his cup and wiped his lips with a tissue.

The slender hand took out the phone from the bag, swiped his finger across the screen, and pressed a number. After half a ring, the phone was connected there.

It was a boy's voice: "Hello?"

Hua Wenyi's voice was gentle and soft: "It's me, Hua Wenyi."

The boy was pleasantly surprised: "Wen Yi, you call me..."

Hua Wenyi: "It's that matter."

The boy on the other end of the phone seemed a little nervous, and he stuttered: "What, what's wrong."

Hua Wenyi shook her head, with a bit of regret in her voice: "No."

There was no sound on the other end of the phone, Hua Wenyi pursed his lower lip, the sweetness of hot cocoa still remained on it, and he said, "I'm sorry, Sining."

Yu Minglang came out from the corner. At this time, there are not many people in the coffee shop, and most of the waiters are standing at the bar counter to wipe things.

With his back turned to him, Qi Sen was arranging the coffee beans on the wooden shelf. Yu Minglang stood behind him and called out: "Qi Sen."

The man paused his hand and turned around to look, with a flat expression.

He said, "It's you."

Although it was no different from usual, Yu Minglang always felt that his tone was cold and a little alienated.

Qi Sen lowered his head, took a beige towel from the side, gently wiped the cup in his hand, and asked him, "Is the cocoa delicious?"

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