On how to break up peacefully with 419 subjects

71.

……Hold.

I'm such a big wit.

I'm ashamed of what I said.

But I'm ashamed in my heart, and I can't show it on the surface.

I looked at Yan Shen seriously, hoping that he would retreat in the face of difficulties, and then sit in the co-pilot very naturally. We had the right to drive away as if nothing had happened.

No, no.

I am 1, the one above.

Let Yan Shen sit up, what shame should I have?

I was convinced by myself, and after imagining the scene where he blushed and gritted his teeth while holding him to play with the car shaker, my eyes lit up.

So I patted my thigh twice more excitedly: "Baby, come quickly."

72.

The two neighbors who lived downstairs appeared in the field of view of the windshield carrying plastic bags on the left and right.

The younger youth greeted me energetically: "Mr. Gu, you still go out so early on your rest day!"

My enthusiasm was suddenly overturned, and I got out of the driver's seat flexibly. I took this opportunity to raise my hand with a smile: "Aren't you too? Going out to buy vegetables so early on a rest day."

The young man looked at Yan Shen who was holding the passenger door with a smile, and winked at me: "Your friend?"

I saw the cohabitant next to him frown, and immediately winked at him: "Yeah, it just so happens that we have something to do, we'll talk next time."

He waved goodbye at the bottom of the corridor, and mouthed me very angrily: Come on!

I got into the co-pilot, let Yan Shen close the car door for me, and wiped my face with my hand.

...Fuck the oil!

73.

Speaking of this neighbor, there is actually a not so good first meeting memory.

As a celebrity who wanders the gay circle, I naturally want to go up to meet a beauty when I see it.

One day, not long after I moved, I ran into that young man in the elevator.

My house is on the 20th floor, he swiped his card, and the indicator light on 19 was on.

I took a look, ouch, so close, isn't it fate!

He looks handsome and has a clean breath, he doesn't look like someone in the circle.

If I wanted to play, I would never play with such a clean person, but I couldn't help but say a few words.

He told me that his name was Ji Mingyan and he was living with his lover.

The smile on my face when I talked about my lover made me take a breath, and I suddenly felt a little yearning.

After arriving on the 19th floor, the elevator door opened wide, and a tall man in home clothes stood outside.

Judging from the fact that the tall man took the things in his hand, ninety-nine percent of them are the lover he mentioned.

I didn't press the close button, and waited for the time for it to close by itself.

Ji Yan turned his head and said goodbye to me politely. We smiled a little and were glared at by the tall man.

I felt wronged inside the closed door.

I thought I obviously didn't do anything.

74.

Yan Shen sat in the driver's seat, seeing that I was still staring at the stairs in a daze, reached out and fastened the seat belt for me.

I raised my arms: "Boss Yan, your service is very good."

Yan Shen sat up straight and went back, starting the engine while asking, "Was that acquaintance of yours just now?"

I was taken aback, thinking that Yan Shen might be interested in Ji Yan.

As soon as I thought about it, two images popped up in my mind.

In the first scene, Yan Shen's unknown boyfriend is holding a knife and looking at me with a smile: Bitch, it's fine to seduce my boyfriend, but introduce someone else to him.

In the second picture, Ji Yan's lover is holding a gun and sneering: Hehe, how dare you let others spy on my little lamb?Today is your day of death.

I shivered and spoke quickly: "The one next to him is his lover, they have a good relationship, and both of them are not in the circle! If you want to fuck, you should fuck your boyfriend, you can't touch others anymore!!"

Yan Shen slammed on the brakes and turned to look at me with a complicated expression: "Why should I touch others? You should rest first."

me?"

Me: "... Oh."

...?

I can't turn the corner.

The conversation between me and him just now, why do I feel a bit out of touch?

75.

After all, Qian Kun is well-known, so naturally many people came to see his old man's exhibition.

Yan Shen and I walked half a circle outside the museum, but couldn't find a parking space. In the end, we had to find a random roadside where a ticket might be posted at any time and lock the car.

I stood by the side of the road, smacking my lips and sighing: "It's better to take a taxi here. If you get fined, the fine will be enough to go back and forth."

Yan Shen didn't respond, but suddenly touched my fingertips: "Is it cold?"

I flinched: "What are you doing?"

This is to hold hands?

Yan Shen didn't speak, but stretched his hand toward me again.

Feeling his small movements, our eyes widened.

...No, I really want to pull.

I looked around and saw a large number of people walking towards the main entrance, and many couples were holding hands, looking sweet.

In broad daylight, I actually feel a little exciting.

76.

If I have to hold this hand anyway, how can I let Yan Shen take control?

I am a 1, a 1 who is always dominant.

So I kept my wrist and took the initiative to meet him.

I clasped him with five fingers, and rubbed against the seam of his trousers.

Let go after rubbing, flirt fast and run fast.

The exclamation of a pair of little girls behind him came back and forth.

I glanced triumphantly at Yan Shen, and the tips of his ears turned red.

In fact, at such an age, it is really scarce to be shy.

I suddenly remembered the days when I was in high school, and I would blush at every turn.

Thinking about it this way, I felt much happier, and teased him with a smile: "Boss Yan, do you really like holding hands with me so much?"

"Your sleeves are turned over." He paused, and then said, "Come here, let me fix it for you."

……Oh.

Co-writing your goals is up my sleeve.

Fine.

Lost interest, I put my hands back in my trouser pockets.

annoying.

I was out of control and teased my party A's father.

I must have been obsessed with ghosts just now to find his appearance so cute.

77.

After scanning the tickets with Yan Shen, I entered the exhibition hall with him.

"Boss Yan, do you have any research on these?"

Yan Shen shook his head very honestly: "No."

I chose the path on the right, and raised my eyebrows: "I can barely act as a part-time commentator. Remember to buy me a cup of coffee when you go out later."

Yan Shen smiled, and he didn't seem to reject it: "Well, it's hard work."

It is an elegant act to invite people to see the exhibition together. There are not only people who are pursuing the way of art, but also many children who are walking on the "top of fashion".

The bulletin board that prohibits taking pictures is dazzling, and I wondered if those who held up their mobile phones to take pictures were blind to see.

It's fine to take pictures, but I still squat in front of a painting for a long time without leaving, and I don't give up if I can't find a good angle.

Let's put it in normal times, I don't bother to take care of this kind of thing at all, but you say that you are going to see a solo exhibition, you can't hinder others, right?

I was about to speak to the young man in the peaked cap, when a strange voice came from behind me.

"Sorry, you are not allowed to take pictures here."

78.

As soon as I closed my opened mouth, I followed the sound and turned my head to take a look.

The person here is not short, with good looks, three or four years younger than me, and looks like a fresh graduate from college.

At the same time, I heard my radar beeping happily.

I narrowed my eyes imperceptibly, and quickly distinguished it.

This guy is [-]% the same.

He was wearing beige trousers and a striped shirt, and the light blue jacket outside made him look neat.

The young man who took the picture was stunned for a moment, then put away his phone, turned around and left without saying anything.

The young man watched him leave with a faint smile, nodded slightly to Yan Shen and me, turned around and planned to leave.

I took advantage of the opportunity to glance at the sign on his chest that represented the organizer, and the name was written on it: Jing Boming.

79.

Since he is one of the directors of Mr. Qian Kun's art exhibition, he should not be a local.

Yan Shen and I continued to walk forward, occasionally chatting with him about the history of oil painting, and telling a story impromptu eloquently, and the time passed quickly.

It wasn't until I walked to the vending machine and watched Yan Shen bend down to take out the drink that I realized something.

The one named Jing Boming just now looked strangely familiar.

I sat on the rest seat and thought about it, but no matter how I thought about it, I couldn't remember ever seeing such a person.

Yan Shen sat down next to me, saw that I seemed to be in a daze, and asked, "Tired?"

I shook my head: "No, I was thinking about that person just now."

He turned his head away and fell silent.

I was interrupted by him like this, and my thoughts were also broken. When I turned my head, I saw Yan Shen's lips pursed, and his face seemed a little unhappy.

I froze for a moment, and threw back his question just now: "Tired?"

He glanced at me and said slowly, "No."

I think he looks a bit tired, but he wasn't interested in these things before, so it's normal for him to be tired after half a circle of walking.

I thought to myself that I could just sit for a while and go home, when the phone in my pocket vibrated suddenly.

I took it out and saw that there were only two monotonous words on the screen: my mother.

80.

I really don't understand why my mother is calling me at this time.

I whispered something.

My mother's voice sounded very small, as if she was suppressing her throat just like me: "Where are you?"

I replied without pause: "It's in the museum, what's wrong?"

She asked, "What about dating your boyfriend?"

I laughed dryly: "Where can it be?"

My mother said: "Just now I recognized the wrong person. I saw a person who looked like you from the back, but I stepped forward to see—"

I quickly interrupted: "I found out that he is not as handsome as me."

My mother imitated me and laughed twice: "I found out that he is younger than you."

……

Really mother.

I rubbed my temples in pain: "You called to tell me about this?"

"No." My mother coughed suddenly: "The guy next to you looks good?"

I:……

I turned my head and saw my mother holding my father, standing in front of the green plants not far away, her eyes shining brightly.

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Ji Yan: ヽ(′?｀)ノ I’m here to hang out!