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After hearing this sentence, the young man sitting across from him with a dazed expression blushed instantly, his eyes dodged a little, and he almost didn't dare to look directly at the gentle man who was sitting across from him, chewing sweet pastries.

In that somewhat fiery gaze, it seemed that even he had become a pastry that was tasted wantonly by men.

It's just that what's completely different from his reaction is the expression of the boy who is standing aside and sketching the menu, who has been refusing to leave for a long time.

After hearing such words, Jiang Gan finally lost his composure. He didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. The sound of the menu being placed on the table made a crisp sound, which attracted the attention of the two people sitting in front of the coffee/coffee table.

As soon as Lan Qiaoyi raised his head, he looked at the boy with a serious expression and said:

"Sir, we have a wide selection of pastries for you, you don't have to..."

It's just that before he finished speaking, he heard the man with emerald green eyes answer coldly:

"But I like to eat what my baby has eaten, what's wrong?"

Even knowing that men always like to call themselves a baby with some intimacy, but that is when no one else is around.

But now, whether it was intentional or unintentional, Duan Yan said such an ambiguous title without any scruples, which made Lan Qiaoyi feel at a loss.

He almost wanted to stand up, and stretched out his hand to cover his slightly parted thin lips.

"Okay, let's not talk, my baby looks a little shy."

The man pushed the plate containing the mille-feuille towards the boy again, then picked up the caramel macchiato at hand, stirred it a few times with the delicate silver spoon, and sipped it lightly. a mouthful.

"Well, your coffee is really good, and I'm in a good mood now."

When the man said these words, the boy's soft and delicate face blushed unconsciously.When he saw that the other party wanted to continue to say something, he stretched out his hand in a panic, leaned slightly, and covered the back of the man's other white hand.

"Duan Yan—!"

As the two gazed at each other, the thick and slender eyelashes trembled uncomfortably. It was unknown whether it was because of shame or something else. At this time, the bright red lips were tightly pursed, and the young man's eyebrows were slightly frowned, looking a little unhappy. look like.

"Okay, okay, stop teasing my baby, let's eat."

"baby--?"

Jiang Gan, who was standing aside, couldn't bear it anymore, and subconsciously blurted out the question in his heart.

It wasn't until the boy saw the young man's dazed look that he realized his gaffe.

Under Duan Yan's half-smile eyes, he picked up the menu from the table, and what finally fell into Lan Qiaoyi's eyes was that flustered figure from his back.

There is a sense of escape.

The man lowered his head with his slender fingers, holding the silver sad coffee, and gently stirred the coffee that exudes a strong aroma. He lowered his eyes, suppressed the expression in his eyes, and said lightly:

"That man just now, does Jojo know him?"

"He..." Lan Qiaoyi subconsciously squeezed the small golden fork in his hand, and stuffed a mouthful of Mango Melaleuca into his mouth in a somewhat concealed manner. Because the nervousness was slightly weakened by the sweets, he said vaguely Opened the mouth and said:

"He's a neighbor who lives near my house."

"Just a neighbor...?"

"Then why haven't I seen him before?"

Duan Yan covered up the second half of the sentence by drinking coffee, so Lan Qiaoyi couldn't hear what he was saying clearly.

"What did you say?"

The man lowered his eyes slightly, with a hint of thoughtfulness flashing across his eyes, and shook his head amidst the doubtful expression of the young man.

"It's nothing, let's eat."

It's just that neither of them expected that when they were halfway through eating, Duan Yan's cell phone vibrated suddenly. The man looked down, and the next second his eyebrows frowned. Lan Qiaoyi asked cautiously. Said: "What's wrong?"

Duan Yan gave the boy a comforting smile, then stretched out his hand and pressed the answer button. The man was on hands-free, so Lan Qiaoyi could hear the voice coming from the phone:

"Dr. Duan has an emergency case, and the director asks you to come back immediately—!"

The man's voice was full of urgency, which made the teenager sitting opposite the man feel worried.

"Duan Yan..."

"Understood, I'll go back right away."

When the man said these words, he looked at the young man with helplessness and apology in his eyes.

"It's okay, Doctor Duan."

In order not to worry the other party, Lan Qiaoyi smiled, then shook his head towards the man, and said:

"Go ahead. Doctor Duan is the most attractive when he is working."

"And—I'm really happy to be out with you today."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, he saw the face of the man opposite him change. The boy opened his eyes slightly, and a shadow fell in front of his eyes.

Duan Yan looked at the handsome young man with slightly curved eyebrows and eyes in front of him, his eyes fixed on the small dimple that appeared faintly, and his heart trembled slightly.

He couldn't help but slightly possessed himself, and with the boy's somewhat dazed expression, he lowered his head and pressed a light kiss on the fair and delicate side face.

"My rose."

The man's voice was low, and there was a hint of pampering in it.

And when he stood up, as expected, he harvested a small bright red rose.

Originally, Duan Yan wanted to send the boy home before going to the hospital, anyway, he would drop by, but Lan Qiaoyi refused him:

"I still want to sit for a while, you go first."

The man who stood up was putting on his coat and stopped. He lowered his eyes and his eyes moved slightly. After a long while, he calmly said:

"Ok."

Lan Qiaoyi listened to Duan Yan repeatedly telling him the way home, and then left with some reluctance. The young man looked at the tall and slender figure, and smiled unconsciously.

And this smile was naturally seen by Jiang Gan who was always paying attention to this side.

Although he didn't know why the man left halfway, it didn't prevent the boy's next move.

Accompanied by the footsteps of "Da Da——", Jiang Gan stared at the small vortex on the top of the young man's soft black hair with a pair of amber eyes, and said:

"Brother, who was that man just now?"

As soon as the words were finished, Lan Qiaoyi paused while he was eating thousands of layers. He raised his head and looked helplessly at the boy sitting directly opposite him.

By the way, he sighed in his heart, since just now, he found that there was something wrong with the other party's expression.

"Xiaogan, he belongs to my brother..."

"doctor."

"Lover", no matter what, the boy couldn't say it.

Sure enough, he saw the other party's obviously suspicious gaze, and sighed in his heart.

It's all due to Duan Yan's self-assertion.

And the man who was driving over there suddenly sneezed. He attributed it to missing his baby, and the mood of being interrupted "date" instantly improved.

And when he heard the word "doctor", Jiang Gan's heart sank immediately, and for a moment, various thoughts flashed through his mind.

Brother must not be sick, that is...

He looked down slightly, as if he wanted to see the boy's still flat stomach through the table.

Because last night, the emotions that had been so hard to calm down instantly stirred up in his heart.

Lan Qiaoyi followed the young man's gaze and looked down in a daze, only then did he realize something.

"Xiaogan..."

You know it all, don't you?

Lan Qiaoyi didn't tell Jiang Gan about her pregnancy, but she didn't expect all the boys to know about it.

"Could it be that if I don't ask, brother is planning to keep it from me?"

What was different from Lan Qiaoyi's imagination was that the boy in front of him looked a little aggrieved.

He has always been sunny, with a youthful and cheerful atmosphere, but the handsome and tall boy drooped his eyebrows and looked at him with a sense of vulnerability.

Some... The young man unconsciously pressed his fingertips, and said silently in his heart:

Like a loyal big dog, he felt sad and sad because of the owner's neglect and kind deception.

"But it's definitely not intentional to hide it from you, it's just..."

After all, Lan Qiaoyi was not a native resident of the dungeon, and the phenomenon that seemed so normal to the NPC had a huge psychological impact on him.

"Just what? Brother, tell me clearly, don't I get close to my brother?"

Brother would rather be so happy with a doctor and a police officer he has never met than tell me the truth?

Jiang Gan suddenly realized that he was the last person to know about this matter, the boy smiled wryly.

"Brother, I need to calm down."

The boy's brows drooped, looking extremely aggrieved.

Lan Qiaoyi opened his mouth, but in the end he hesitated to speak, and could only watch the figure of the boy gradually moving away.

At this moment, he suddenly felt dizzy, and the things in his vision gradually became blurred. After a while, the voice of 039 suddenly sounded in his mind:

[It is detected that the host has ingested a small amount of unknown medicine. After analysis, this item is harmless to the host's body and will only make... comatose...]

But Lan Qiaoyi couldn't hear the words behind.

With the crisp sound of the small golden fork hitting the surface of the dish, his soft white cheeks were slowly pressed against his arms, and he finally passed out in a vision gradually eroded by darkness.

At this time, because he was a little sad and wanted to calm himself down, the boy who left did not see the scene behind him clearly.

But after Jiang Gan figured it out, he cheered himself up in his heart, repeated what he was about to say, and then when he wanted to move away from the position covered by the eyes of the plant pergola, he saw the empty seat, and the Jiang Gan's heart immediately cooled down for the mango layer that hadn't been eaten yet.

Brother... where's brother?

The steaming milk tea was left alone on the table, just like a boy who was lost in spirit at this time.

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