flicker, then flicker

thirteen,

Hang Zhe: You decide.

Yan Ming: Then listen to Nuo Shen.

...Or let Zhong Rui get sick.

"Girlfriend?" Hang Xiaoyun asked from the side.

"No," Hang Zhe shook his head and said calmly, "Boyfriend."

"Chila—" Hang Xiaoyun almost raised his hand.

"Sister?" After Hang Zhe replied to the message, he saw that his sister had scratched the cardboard box.

"It's okay, it's okay," Hang Xiaoyun recovered, "It's just as long as you like it."

Hang Zhe searched for a home-cooked recipe from the Internet, sent it to Yan Ming, and typed "Let your friend learn from it".

Very good, Yan Ming sneered, he even omitted the word "male", I'm afraid he has been running naked in front of this person all the time.

"What are you doing?" Liu Xiaoyan saw Yan Ming enter the kitchen, "Is this a place where you can come?"

"I can't come to our kitchen? Shut up and wait for dinner." Yan Ming was angry, what does it mean to let your friend learn, why don't you come to cook by yourself, kneel down!

Liu Xiaoyan was terrified: "What did I do wrong and you want to poison me to death?!"

Yan Ming took down the knife: "If you do it, I'm not afraid that you will poison me to death!"

Liu Xiaoyan kept silent, and encouraged Yan Ming with his eyes, you can be my friend, I believe in you.

Ten minutes later, a phone call rescued Yan Ming.

"Mom, what's the matter?" Yan Ming held the phone between his arms, trying to pick out the broken eggshells from the bowl, "I'm cooking."

"Did you forget your dad's birthday today?!" Yan's mother yelled over there, and after she yelled, she realized what she heard just now, "You said you were cooking? Where did you put the rice cooker lid? I don’t even know you’re still cooking! Get out of here if the food is ready!”

Yan Ming really forgot that he didn't see his father very often throughout the year, if his mother hadn't shown him the list of assets and added a few items from time to time, Yan Ming would have suspected that his father had abandoned his wife and son to live in the world.

"Congratulations," Yan Ming turned to Liu Xiaoyan, who was watching the excitement at the kitchen door, "you don't need to be poisoned to death."

But it will be strangled!Liu Xiaoyan thanked Auntie with a smile, and pushed the pile of dishes in front of Yan Ming—you can help solve it!

"Mom, don't pick up the food." Yan Ming piled up even higher in front of him, "We usually eat pretty well."

"Eat well and you can cook by yourself? You're coaxing ghosts," Yan's mother glanced at him, "Xiao Yan, eat more, you haven't come to play at home for a long time."

Liu Xiaoyan’s family is in the Northeast. In his first year of freshman year, he didn’t buy a bus ticket, so he went home with Yan Ming. Yan’s mother liked him as soon as she saw him. Not only did she love to listen to him, but she also praised him for his good looks. It’s a pity that Yan Ming couldn’t be born This tiger-headed tiger-brained look.

After that, Yan Ming took him home for dinner from time to time, and Liu Xiaoyan felt that this was where he was fed the twenty pounds he gained in college.

"It's okay, Auntie, I'll become a full-time employee next month, and I'll stay here from now on, but I can't afford the houses nearby, so why don't I come to your place every day for food." Liu Xiaoyan apologized to Yan's father after pretending to be a dog, " Uncle, I'm sorry, I don't know that today is your birthday, Yan Ming can even forget about it, I scolded him on the way just now, I came here empty-handed, or I'll play for you and auntie after dinner Cross talk, my mother likes to listen to that recently."

Liu Xiaoyan flirted all afternoon, came with an empty stomach, and left hungry again——Yan Ming's house had a party at night, and he excused himself to accompany the goddess, so he left without dinner.

It's no wonder that Liu Xiaoyan didn't want to stay. On such an occasion, Yan Ming himself wanted to become Liuwa, and give the people present an amnestic by the way.He huddled in a corner, trying to reduce his sense of presence, his hair hanging down to cover his eyebrows, a pair of flat mirrors on his head, and a little stubble on his chin that he didn't shave. He was a sunny young man with a taste of post-modern decadence.

It's a pity that he has been in the house for a long time, and he is not sensitive enough to the current popular styles.

"Brother!" The daughter of one of his father's business partners, who was still wearing a school uniform, was said to have just rushed over from the cram school, and quietly touched him, "Your glasses are so cool, are they the new model of Rotes this year?"

... Luo what the hell?This is what I picked out of Liu Xiaoyan's bag, and it is more likely to be a street stall.

"No," the little girl felt very regretful when he denied it, "I want to ask you to order a pair for me too. I heard from my classmate that his order has been scheduled for half a year."

... Customized glasses, you classmates are very popular.

"Your beard is so cool!" The girl suddenly stretched out her hand to poke Yan Ming's chin, causing the man not far away to scold him.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't hurt." Yan Ming smoothed things over, uncle, you scolded your daughter why did you stare at me?

Throughout the night, not only the girls showed great interest in him, but even some young masters gave Yan Ming some kind of unexplained look.

"Old Yan, your son is not bad." The uncle who stared at him just now confirmed that Yan Ming is not interested in his daughter, and finally he was relieved, "You are young, mature and stable, and have the demeanor of your youth."

Yan's father's face froze, and he almost didn't know whether it was a compliment or a derogation.

The uncle's family was the last to leave. Seeing the fluorescent school uniform disappear from sight, Yan Ming rubbed the corner of his stiff mouth, and decided to check on Baidu which one the girls were talking about. Clear the difference between brother and uncle.

There are a lot of unread message reminders on the phone, Yan Ming clicked on WeChat, a bunch of public account push messages, and messages from Noah and Mingming Kisaragi, Noah sent him a link to the hotel, Mingming Ruyue sent the same one, and the following follows A hand-drawn road map.

Yan Ming was no stranger to this place, he had just been there last week, and it was the restaurant that claimed to have people in Kobe.Contrary to the boss's slogan, his store is too low-key, and if you don't pay attention, you have to go around the mall twice. Liu Xiaoyan once said that this is the boss's careful trick - it is hard to find, you will cherish it, and you have to travel a lot I can still eat more.

Yan Ming conveniently saved the picture and replied to the two of them.

Hang Zhe: My fans have been waiting for you all night:(

Yan Ming: Your fans... why are you waiting for me?

Hang Zhe: They can't beat Heizi, so they call the housekeeper to make the decision.

Yan Ming remembered the post last night and asked the question knowingly.

Yan Ming: Why don't you reflect on why you are always the one who recruits gangsters?

Hang Zhe: Because I am peace-loving, kind and easy to bully?

...Your verbal skill is half as sharp as it is now, and you won't make fans feel wronged.

After thinking about it, if all the coincidences turned out to be premeditated, then it would be very understandable. This person has been like this since before, and if he refuses to accept it, he will meet him in the wild.

It sounds cool, but it's very bad for those close to him. Yan Ming's mood turned sharply after he recovered. Whoever listens to explanations is an idiot.

Yan Ming: Don't talk to you, I'm going to sleep.

Hang Zhe: Good night, see you tomorrow.

It’s rare for Hang Zhe to worry about what to wear the next day. This is a T-shirt and slacks in the cabinet. No wonder someone said last time that he was dressed like he was going out to take out the trash. He was planning to consult Noah’s opinion. The mobile phone schedule reminded him that he would go to the head office tomorrow to attend training.

Another reason why Hang Zhe didn't want to go to the head office was because it was required to wear formal clothes there. No wonder there was no normal person in the data group. The engineering man in a white shirt had a debilitating debuff—who cares about working if he is awkwardly dressed.

Yan Ming's parents' home is too far away from the company, and the road to the city on Monday was so congested that he wanted to throw the car away. He regretted listening to Liu Xiaoyan's theory that buying a car and not driving it is harmful to the car. Driving is indeed not harmful to the car, it is harmful to people!

After parking the car in a hurry, there was still enough time for him to buy a breakfast, Yan Ming pushed open the door of the coffee shop, his heart was half cold, why do you have to wait in line? !

Yan Ming usually lives close to each other. He walks downstairs to the company every morning and goes to the office after breakfast. He has never encountered the "morning rush" for breakfast. Now that he is late, his face is no longer calm.

He walked to the front of the line, wanting to make sure if it was his turn to get the daily limited sandwich.

"What do you want?" A sudden question came from beside him, "Sandwich?"

Yan Ming raised his head, ho!White shirt, small trousers, wide shoulders and narrow waist, tall and long legs, the little brother is very handsome... Just about to ask him "Are you talking to me?", the little brother turned his head and explained to the clerk: "Together."

Brother, you are so handsome, bah, so nice!It's just that the throat is smoking too much.

"Thanks." Yan Ming took the breakfast, thinking it was some unfamiliar colleague in the company, "I thought I was going to be late."

"I can see it." The younger brother refused Yan Ming's request for money, and said with a smile next time.

"Aren't you going up?" Seeing this handsome guy looking for a seat to sit down, Yan Ming was surprised. Does your department deduct money for being late?

"I'm still early," the boy in the white shirt glanced at his watch, "You go up first."

Yan Ming squeezed into the elevator, guessing that this good guy should be from the sales department. Rumor has it that they don't need to clock in. When he stepped out of the elevator, he suddenly realized that the sales department has a morning meeting every Monday!

So where did this dude come from?Yan Ming thought about it all morning, and finally felt sorry for this affair, the little brother looks strangely to his liking.

The bell rings for get off work, Yan Ming's heartbeat is getting faster, the answer to the mystery is about to be revealed, can the guess be confirmed?Yan Ming took a deep breath and strode out of the office, as if he was going to verify Goldbach's conjecture.

When Hang Zhe arrived, Zhong Rui was live broadcasting. Seeing him coming, he signaled Hang Zhe to wait a moment. Before the broadcast, Zhong Rui told fans that he would issue a statement later, so that everyone should not worry.Putting down his phone, he immediately looked up and down Hang Zhe.

"What kind of eyes do you have?" Hang Zhe was puzzled, "Is there a flower on my face?"

... I think you have a hole in your head, Zhong Rui dares to think or not.

Seeing that Zhong Rui was dissatisfied with his attire, Hang Zhe re-examined himself, clean, tidy, and nothing wrong.

"Don't talk about dressing like this, you should get your hair done anyway!" Zhong Rui hated iron for being weak, so he took out hair glue and twisted his forehead hair up for him, "I convinced you science and technology men."

Hang Zhe frowned: "You still carry this thing with you."

Zhong Rui laughed at him: "Sporty man's self-cultivation, don't expect to understand in your life."

"It's much better now," Zhong Rui confirmed his craftsmanship, "Don't make such an expression, that kid in your family may still be wearing makeup, so don't be disgusted by then."

"No powder." Hang Zhe recalled.

"You can't see it even if you wipe it off," Zhong Rui gave him a white look, and was about to ask him when the kid will arrive, when Hang Zhe suddenly looked at the door, and Zhong Rui followed his gaze, "Damn! Brother Yue, you helped the old lady live all your life Is it the road?!"

The visitor gradually approached, and seeing the other party's expression change from hesitation to surprise, Hang Zhe slowly raised the corners of his mouth: "We meet again."

The author has something to say: Recently, Kawen is very good, writing and deleting, no matter how I write, I feel uncomfortable.

Thanks to my friends who have not given up on me, bow down.