Pheromone excess

The glutinous rice balls are soft and warm in the mouth, and the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus is all over the mouth. The sweetness slides down the mouth into the stomach. Fang Qianyu feels that the sourness in the chest is quite neutralized by the sweetness.

He looked up and looked outside the store. At this moment, the street lights had been turned on, and the crystal snowflakes were dancing and falling in the warm yellow light, which indicated that the city was about to enter the coldest period.

"It's snowing, this is the first snow this year." The uncle put his hands in his sleeves and said looking outside the store.

"Yes, Chuxue." Fang Qianyu also smiled.

"I heard that the person who came to pick you up on the first snow day must love you very much." The uncle looked at the snowflakes all over the sky and said with emotion.

When Fang Qianyu heard this, Jiang Yingchi's face flashed across his mind, then he shook his head again, got up and took out his mobile phone to pay.

After taking out his mobile phone, he realized that the battery had run out at some point. Fang Qianyu looked at the bowl he had finished eating on the table, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Master, my phone is out of battery and I don't have any cash on me. Can you...give me an account number, and I'll transfer it to you when I go back."

Seeing the young master's embarrassing face turned a little red, the uncle was about to wave his hand and say that he didn't have a few yuan, so forget it if he didn't bring it, when he caught sight of a tall figure behind Fang Qianyu, he changed the subject: "That's not okay, I'm Small business, no credit."

Hearing this, Fang Qianyu became even more embarrassed, bit her lips and didn't know what to do: "What's wrong?" But he heard a man's deep and magnetic voice behind him.

Fang Qianyu turned his head and saw Jiang Yingchi appearing behind him, he was a little surprised for a moment.

"This gentleman didn't bring any money for dinner. If you are his friend, please help me." The uncle smiled and looked at Jiang Yingchi and said.

Jiang Yingchi put his right hand in his pocket and groped for the wallet in his pocket, but he didn't take it out. Hearing this, he only looked down at Fang Qianyu.

Fang Qianyu remembered that the two had an unpleasant quarrel in the morning, and now he felt a little awkward, but he really didn't have any money, so he bit his tongue and lips, and said to Jiang Yingchi, "Pay the money for me."

Jiang Yingchi still looked down at the person in front of him, without much expression on his face: "Why didn't you answer the phone?"

Fang Qianyu blinked when he heard this, and took out his mobile phone to show Jiang Yingchi: "There is no battery." Seeing that Jiang Yingchi's face softened a little, he reached out and tugged Jiang Yingchi's sleeve, and said, "Brother, I really don't have any money with me."

Jiang Yingchi took out his wallet, drew a red ticket and gave it to the boss, then turned to Qianyu and said, "Go home."

The uncle looked at the back of the two leaving, then looked at the change in his hand, shook his head with a smile, turned around to clean up the tables and chairs, and planned to close the door and go home.

The snow on the top of the head changed from granular to feathery. Fang Qianyu stopped and looked at Jiang Yingchi who was walking ahead.

After a while, Jiang Yingchi noticed that there were no footsteps behind him, and looked back at Fang Qianyu.

Omega stood in the snow, snowflakes fell on her slender and curly eyelashes, and her big eyes blinked like a snow elf.

Seeing Fang Qianyu standing and looking at him, Jiang Yingchi walked back: "What's wrong?"

"elder brother."

"Ah."

"I have no family, only you." Fang Qianyu looked up at the tall Alpha in front of him.

Jiang Yingchi stretched out his hand, and gently pressed Fang Qianyu's reddened eye ends with his fingertips.

He held Fang Qianyu in his arms, touched his head, and said in a low voice, "I promise, I won't leave you unless you don't need me anymore."

Although the house of the two has been renovated, it will take some time before they can move in. After Fang Qianyu is free, he stays at home and looks at the teahouse decoration materials sent by Gu Youli.

The owner of the teahouse bought several leisure and entertainment shops nearby, and planned to redecorate together to expand the scale of the teahouse.

Fang Qianyu carefully reviewed the requirements and materials of the partner, and learned that the teahouse was facing closure six years ago, but the new boss bought the teahouse with his assets as collateral. After several years of operation, the teahouse The teahouse is not only a prosperous business with considerable returns, but also a place frequented by many tycoons in Jincheng.

After reading the project information, Fang Qianyu found it very interesting, so he agreed to Gu Youli to take over the design project.

Because of work, Fang Qianyu often needs to go to the site to check the layout of the house and the surrounding conditions in the past half a month, and it is a bit late to come back at night.

When he got home, he saw Jiang Yingchi sitting in the living room on the first floor, with a tablet on his long legs, sliding his fingers, with a serious expression on his face. Fang Qianyu thought he was working, so he took the water from the housekeeper and walked over Sit down beside him without disturbing him.

Unexpectedly, just as he sat down, Jiang Yingchi looked away from the tablet and looked at Fang Qianyu, beckoning to him, signaling him to sit closer to him.

After Fang Qianyu moved over, he looked at the screen that Jiang Yingchi handed to him.

"..."

President Fang was shopping in an online store, and he asked Fang Qianyu to choose the style of kitchen bowls and chopsticks.

Fang Qianyu lived to be 22 years old, and he has never touched the spring water with his fingers. He doesn't know what kinds of tableware are there?

"Choose white porcelain, stainless steel, or wood for the spoon?"

Fang Qianyu: "..."

"Where is the bowl? Blue and white, pure black or glass?"

"..."

Fang Qianyu knows that the kitchen needs the design and planning of lockers, cupboards, workbenches, refrigerators, disinfection cabinets, etc., but he really doesn't know how to use some small appliances in the kitchen and what they are used for.

Jiang Yingchi didn't wait for Fang Qianyu's answer, raised his hand and stroked his head, with a helpless tone: "Master."

So he put the tablet aside and brought the pre-washed fruit on the table to Fang Qianyu.

Holding the fruit, Fang Qianyu saw Jiang Yingchi standing up and walking towards the study. Alpha was tall and tall, wearing only simple cotton beige home clothes, but he also had the aura of a catwalk model.

Fang Qianyu's eyes fell back to the tablet on the table, realizing what Jiang Yingchi bought just now, he felt that the strawberry in his mouth seemed to be sweeter.

He felt that Jiang Yingchi was a little different during this period, as if he talked more, he would pay attention to the color of the clothes Fang Qianyu wore every day, what books Fang Qianyu usually read, and would ask Fang Qianyu what plants he liked... ..

Compared with the past, Jiang Yingchi now has more warmth. In fact, he has always been a careful person. He will take care of the people around him thoughtfully and properly, and arrange everything for you. It's just that kind of thoughtfulness that maintains politeness and alienation makes people feel that Just a habit of his.

Holding the fruit in his hands, Fang Qianyu looked at the study on the second floor, his eyes full of tenderness.

Gu Youli asked Fang Qianyu to look at the decoration of the teahouse. He also wanted to know what his design draft would look like after it was actually completed, so in the morning, when Jiang Yingchi woke up, he also got up.

Jiang Yingchi was shaving, and when he saw the person sitting up in a daze, a smile appeared in his eyes: "Sleepy."

[The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

Jiang Yingchi: I am the Dahongpao, you have to taste it, you have to taste it carefully...

Fang Qianyu: ╮(╯▽╰)╭

There is no other way, the power went out halfway through writing, 55555. Just write so much, I really can’t keep up with it】