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Jiang An raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on his slightly curved neck, which was fair and slender.

The evening wind blows in through the gaps in the windows, and the loose T-shirt sticks to the body from time to time, blowing out the thin outline of the young man.

He looked at it for a while, and said in a very soft voice, "You bought it specially to paint your face? I haven't seen you so delicate before."

"I just bought it casually, maybe I use it to paint my feet when I'm in a good mood." Wen Sui opened his mouth and yawned, and answered casually.

Jiang An: "..."

Too straight, straighter than a steel pipe.

Wen Sui wiped his right hand meticulously, then grabbed his left hand, and boldly applied a thick layer on it.

Just as the back of his hand was being wiped evenly, when he was about to turn it over to apply on the palm of his hand, Jiang An curled his knuckles and pressed down his messy fingers.

Wen Sui pulled it out of his palm, and said in an impatient tone, "What are you doing, don't disturb me to help you take care of it."

"I'll do it myself." Jiang An let go of his hand, covered his palm and put it on the table, so that no one would move.

The fingers were so hard that they turned white, and there was a blue vein on the arm. Wen Sui pried it, but didn't turn it over.

"What's the matter with you, the back of your hand is fine, but the palm of your hand is not good?" The young master pushed the giant pot in front of him with a displeased face, "virtue."

Jiang An watched his expression change every second, and smiled: "I just want to ask, which posture can be sunburned in military training, and what do you do with it?"

Wen Sui: "..."

The circle will not come back, destroy it.

He stretched out his index finger, touched Jiang An's cheek tentatively, and asked tentatively, "I look forward to seeing your expression, why don't you wipe it on your face too?"

Jiang An didn't intend to resist. He kept his head up and raised his chin slightly: "Well, you come."

How dare you answer, Wen Sui met his eyes and clicked his tongue.

You are not allowed to wipe your hands, but you can wipe your face. This double standard has several meanings.

Did he soak his face in the sink and use his eyelashes as a dish brush?Or do the dishwashers have to show their eight teeth and smile?It's too perverted for the shop owner to bully the workers like this.

Jiang An raised his brows and eyes slightly, staring at his unpredictable expression, calmly waiting for the next step of service.

Wen Sui suppressed his temper and covered his cheeks with his palms, and slowly smudged them along the bridge of his nose to the sides. When he moved his palms down, he felt the warm breath brushing against his palms, touching his lips from time to time, making it a little itchy.

It's true that I owed him a life in my previous life, and I'm serving others with a low eyebrow and a pleasing eye in this life.

As he thought about it, he unconsciously became heavier.

Jiang An frowned, pressed his lips against his palm and said, "You took the opportunity to retaliate?"

"Can you stop judging others by yourself, please forgive me for doing it for the first time." Wen Sui quickly wiped it evenly along his cheeks, "Okay, don't order me around again."

Jiang An's eyes lit up with a smile after such a messy brushing: "It's a good technique."

Wen Sui put some on his face as he disliked it and pretended to be, complaining: "The smell is too strong, I feel like a walking aromatherapy."

The two big men exude a strange fragrance, which seems to be absent, and they are not used to it.

"Didn't you buy this yourself?" Jiang An dragged the stool away and got up, and was taking two steps towards the bathroom when his clothes were pulled.

Wen Sui sighed, stopped and said, "Just after wiping it off, it's a waste to take a shower."

"Military training all day, you let me sleep like this without taking a shower? Is it too domineering."

"...Then you go wash it, take it out and wipe it again."

Jiang An really didn't understand his obsession, so he twitched his palms, his hands were sticky: "I'll do it tomorrow."

He turned around and took a set of pajamas, just as he closed the cabinet door, he was called again.

Wen Sui stretched his waist, and glanced at the takeaway on the table from the corner of his eye: "By the way, it's not that you don't have a SIM card attached to your mobile phone, how do you buy food?"

Footsteps stopped.

The kid is indeed a lot smarter now, and he can't be fooled anymore.

Jiang An lightly brought it over: "I didn't have time to do it before, so I just finished it today."

Wen Sui touched the phone and turned it on, thinking that if he had money, he would be a little more generous, and said grandly: "The four thousand one debt owed to you before, I will transfer it to you together."

While talking, Jiang An glanced at the mobile phone on the table from the corner of his eye, and a transfer reminder popped up on the screen.

Okay, there is no reason to tie up and eat together next time.

He was silent, reached for the phone, pointed to collect the money, and turned back four thousand.

Wen Sui: "?"

Going around and around, are you going to take screenshots and send them to Moments to show off?

Jiang An said lightly, "The one who teased you last time was not that expensive."

Wen Sui held his breath and almost didn't come up. If you are familiar with it, kill it cruelly.

These days, helping a poor man is more difficult than being a champion. A certain young master feels a little pain in his head.

Jiang An stared at his subtle expression, keenly grasping his emotions: "Are you angry?"

"Four thousand for nothing, why am I angry, take your shower." Wen Sui didn't bother to look at him, he quit WeChat, and clicked on Linked Links randomly with his fingers.

Although I don't know the reason, it does seem to be simmering fire.

Jiang An turned around and looked down at people: "Do you know that your emotions are very easy to judge."

Like kittens and puppies who are spoiled and proud, if they are a little unhappy, they will explode, with an impatient and alienated expression.

Wen Sui cursed vaguely, raised his eyes and looked back provocatively: "Then judge, do I want to boil you or chop you up?"

Jiang An said helplessly: "Let's divide the body into five horses, although I don't think the crime is so serious."

It was rare to see his brother look so confused, as if he was really puzzled, and Wen Sui's irritability disappeared.

He pulled the corners of his mouth and raised an arc, as if mischievous: "Scared you, so easy to be deceived. I'm not so good at judging now, and I hide my secrets."

"Well, then you are amazing." Jiang An raised his hand and pulled out his mobile phone, turned off the lock screen, "Stop playing, go to sleep."

Wen Sui made a deep cut in his heart, he would be one year older, as if he cared about himself as he cared about his son.

During the lunch break the next day, Wen Sui received a feedback from Xie Mingzhi, and his mother was too lazy to intervene, so he directly pushed Boss Huang's contact information.

During the meal break, Wen Sui added that person's WeChat, with Uncle Huang written on the note.

He was sitting in the cafeteria, stepping on the crossbar below, typing quickly to explain the situation.

I wrote a bunch of eloquently, analyzed the pros and cons quite directly, and quoted a very attractive price by the way, thinking that the operation was perfect.

However, the other party's reaction was very cold.

[Uncle Huang]: It’s useless to write so much. The owner of the branch you mentioned probably won’t sell it.

[Do Not Disturb]: Aren't you the boss?Do you care if he is willing to sell?Do you agree or not?

[Uncle Huang]: I am a nominee for the shares of that store, so I can't be the master

[Do Not Disturb]: You big boss is too aggrieved, so, you can send me the WeChat account of the branch boss, and I will chat with him

Uncle Huang simply shared a business card.

[Do Not Disturb]: Thank you, Uncle Huang, I will invite you back to Fog City for dinner when I have time

Wen Sui raised his hand and rubbed his temples. Hearing the tone of the other party's description, the shop owner was quite difficult.

He turned on the twelfth-level combat state, clicked on the contact, and sent a friend request, but the other party didn't move.

Jiang An was picking vegetables into Wensui's bowl when the phone next to him vibrated suddenly.

[Uncle Huang]: Someone wanted to buy a Beijing University branch, but they didn’t mention your name, and pushed your work WeChat over there, so you can talk about it yourself

[Jiang]: It just opened, what do you sell?

[Uncle Huang]: I told the buyer, but he didn’t listen, he seemed to be a rich second generation who was full and supported, but the essay was professionally written, and it still looked a little something

[Jiang]: ...Then you still push it?

[Uncle Huang]: Feelings are important, and making money is also important. The price given is very high, who can't live with money?

[Jiang]: You are not afraid that the rich second generation will destroy the brand

[Uncle Huang]: I believe in you, you have sense

Jiang An expressionless cut another work WeChat, no accident, there is indeed a friend application.

Just adding friends, familiar avatars and familiar names, who else is this rich second generation who is not Wen Sui?

Enemy's road is narrow, it's all fate.

Jiang An looked at the lazily sitting young master across the way, raised his eyebrows slightly: "Who are you sending messages to?"

Wen Sui copied the little composition just now, pressed his fingers back and forth on the keyboard, without raising his head: "Probably a difficult uncle."

Jiang An: "..."

Inexplicably, he was promoted to a higher level, quite suddenly.

As soon as the words fell, the mobile phone received a WeChat message from Wen Sui.

[Do Not Disturb]: Hello, Uncle Huang should have told you about the situation, so I won't go into details

[Do Not Disturb]: You did a good job of building momentum in the early stage, and you will definitely feel distressed if you sell it now. You have also seen the price, and you are very sincere

Jiang An's eyebrows skipped a beat, and he typed with lowered eyes.

[J]: Where does your student fund come from?What are you shopping for?

[Do Not Disturb]: I asked my mother for the money. Of course I have my own selfishness, but I also want to try to start a business.I am a student of economics and management, and my family owns a business, so I am not completely inexperienced.I checked that this store has passed the trial opening period, and it has a good reputation.In the later stage, you only need to grasp quality control and service, coupled with regular publicity, the problem is not big.

Wen Sui said this from the bottom of his heart. His original intention was for Jiang An, and he had thought about it several times over the past two days. If he could really build the store well, he could also make long-term plans for breaking away from his parents.

After typing a long string of words, he dug two mouthfuls of rice into his mouth and muttered, "Hey, it's so hard to chat with the elders."

Jiang An smiled lightly, the young master looked quite reliable when he got serious.He stared at the dialog box, sliding his fingers slowly across the desktop.

It's not impossible for the shop to give it to Wen Sui to practice his hands, anyway, he can watch from the side.It is not a bad thing to have a large amount of liquidity to invest.

[J]: OK, the price will go up by [-]%, and the transaction will be completed

[Do Not Disturb]: So straightforward? ? ?

[J]: Well, Uncle Huang will handle the specific transfer procedures with you

Wen Sui was a little skeptical, he thought that the battle would be three hundred rounds, which was a little too smooth.

[Do Not Disturb]: You no longer think about it?we can meet and talk

[J]: Not for now, I believe you can do well

[Do Not Disturb]: ...Thank you for your love, I am really flattered

[J]: You're welcome, it should be

[Do Not Disturb]: Thank you uncle, I will give you another annual VIP card when the time comes, I wish you and your family a healthy life

[J]: ... Your New Year greeting seems a little early

Jiang An looked at his shocked expression, put away his phone, and asked calmly, "Have you finished chatting with that difficult uncle?"

"I misunderstood someone, it's easy to talk." Wen Sui said thoughtfully, "But I always feel that there is a conspiracy."

Jiang An: "What conspiracy?"

Wen Sui didn't intend to reveal the truth, so he mumbled over: "Ask him about his freshman internship, and he easily agreed, is it because he has something wrong with me?"

Jiang Anxin said that your internship is vigorous enough, and it is such a large sum of money.

Thinking about it this way, going in and out and going around in a circle, the two of them are considered to have teamed up to beat Xie Mingzhi.

He followed the words and asked back: "I'm not an uncle, how can I mistreat you?"

"For example, do you want to recognize me as a son or something? After all, my intelligence and intelligence can be reflected in a few words." Wen Sui raised his eyebrows.

Jiang An: "...you really give yourself money."

"No need to post it, me, 24K pure gold." After finishing the hot pot restaurant, Wen Sui was in a good mood, with a smile on his brow.

Since Wen Sui didn't intend to say more, he didn't ask.

"Looking forward to your internship." Jiang An put another two chopsticks into his bowl, "Eat more, you will get hungry in the afternoon."

After Wen Sui cleared his mind, he remembered that Jiang An didn't stop sending messages just now: "Who were you chatting with just now?"

Jiang An stared into his eyes, with a smile in his eyes: "A very smart and confident kid."

Wen Sui propped his chin and blinked.

These words turned around in his mind, and he subjectively felt that it should be another distance tutoring similar to Qin Siyang.

Not only does he have to be a dishwasher, but he also has to tutor children. Does his brother have 48 hours a day without rest?

The hot pot restaurant has to be transferred over quickly, and then give him a salary increase of 2 yuan to suppress the shock.

His eyes fell back to Jiang An's hand clasped on the table, he left in a hurry in the morning and forgot to check.

He knocked on the table and said lazily, "Take it here."

Jiang An put down his chopsticks and stretched out his right hand: "What are you doing?"

Wen Sui didn't speak, grabbed his fingertips and pulled them over, put them under the tip of his nose and smelled, there was a very faint fragrance.

As if checking his homework, he nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, remember to paint it."

"The young master's words are the imperial decree, how dare you resist the decree." Jiang An let him hold his fingertips, and said lightly, "During the military training in the morning, the girl next to me seemed to smell it, and kept turning her head to look at me."

Wen Sui smiled, and said in a gloating tone: "She must be thinking, why does Jiang Shen still wear such fragrant things, so gay."

Jiang An raised his index finger to rub against his palm, and said, "Do you know that it's quite gay to hold onto a boy's hand in public?"

In the cafeteria where people come and go, surrounded by pedestrians passing by in a hurry, many eyes have already looked towards this side.

Even if they didn't look at each other, they could feel the staring eyes on the two of them.

Wen Sui paused, pinched his fingertips in revenge, and blurted out: "You are my brother, so how can it be the same."

Jiang An's heart beat hard.

After a few seconds, he spoke in a low voice, as if with an unuttered sigh: "Finally willing to call."

Obviously he has called it countless times before, but Wen Sui always feels that his words have a little different meaning.It seems that the gap of three years has been diluted and filled bit by bit.

Even he himself became a little embarrassed, his cheeks were stained with a thin layer of halo from the sun, and he stammered a little guilty: "I, haven't I called in the past few days?"

"No, not after we met." Jiang An understated it, as if complaining.

Wen Sui licked his lower lip, and he could feel the beating of the opponent's pulse under the palm of his hand. It seemed to be the beating of drums for a long-lost reunion this time.

He glanced out of the window inadvertently, with a casual look, but his ears were a little red, and his voice lowered: "Brother, let's go."

A little smile appeared in Jiang An's eyes: "It's too noisy, I didn't hear it, call again."

The author has something to say: If you bully others, then change to a quiet place called

Xie Mingzhi: The two children teamed up to cheat me of money?

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