Are you in love, my white moonlight

Yuan Deng froze for a moment: "Why are you here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his gaze moved down and he saw the badge hanging around Zhang Jitong's neck - intern: Zhang Jitong, the badge showed that he belonged to another project team.

He understood: "Are you doing an internship here too?"

Zhang Jitong smiled and said, "Yes, it's been a while."

"But didn't you originally decide to go to Ross for an internship?" Yuan Deng was a little puzzled.

They won the Los Angeles Business Competition and had the opportunity to go to Los Angeles for an internship.Yuan Deng gave up at the time, but he heard Qiao Mingxuan say later that he and Zhang Jitong planned to seize this internship opportunity so that they could brush up their resumes.

Why is he not doing an internship at Ross now, but running to Uncle Zuo's company?

Chi Fan looked at Yuan Deng, then at Zhang Jitong: "You two know each other?"

Yuan Deng pointed to Zhang Jitong, then pointed to himself, and said, "We are roommates."

Chi Fan suddenly realized.

The three sat down while talking.

During the conversation, Yuan Deng learned that Zhang Jitong was indeed an intern at Los Angeles, and his boss was also an old acquaintance of Yuan Deng's - Zhuo Mingjun.They got along very well when they worked together, and Zhang Jitong learned a lot from Zhuo Mingjun.Later, Zhuo Mingjun decided to switch jobs from Los Angeles and return to his own company to take over Uncle Zhuo’s class. Before leaving, Zhuo Mingjun asked Zhang Jitong if he would come here with him, and Zhang Jitong agreed after careful consideration.

"So you will appear here." Yuan Deng concluded.

"That's right." Zhang Jitong rolled his eyes.

"But I've been at work for a week, why haven't I seen you before?" Yuan Deng was a little puzzled.

Zhang Jitong lowered his eyes and covered the emotions in his eyes calmly: "Actually, I was in your project team before. I was transferred later and went to another project team. We are on different floors. If not I met you in the dining hall today, and I didn't expect you to come here for an internship."

"After all, I didn't even go to Rose's internship, did I?" Yuan Deng raised his eyebrows and continued the conversation.

"Correct."

The two smiled at each other.

Chi Fan next to him buried his head in cooking, and raised his head when he heard their conversation, "You two have a good relationship!"

Hearing what Chi Fan said, the corners of Yuan Deng's mouth curved slightly.

He suddenly remembered the conversation he had overheard in the hallway on the day of the wedding.

The man's hoarse voice echoed in that cramped space - "Xiaodeng is married to my buddy today! It's impossible for you to like him, so you can wake up! I really haven't seen your number people!"

Zhang Jitong likes him.

It was also until that day that he belatedly discovered the tacit eye movements between his friends, Zhang Jitong's connivance and consideration for him before... It was all because Zhang Jitong liked him.

But it was impossible for him to give him any response.

Friends are just friends.

Zhang Jitong didn't mention what he was talking about, and it was impossible for him to give his answer bluntly.All he can do now is to keep a certain distance from Zhang Jitong.

At least make sure that the other party doesn't misunderstand that he has more feelings for him than friends.

When he was about to say something, Zhang Jitong took over the conversation naturally: "After all, they are college roommates, so there is still a tacit understanding."

Chi Fan: "I'm not like my college roommates. I don't get along well with them. You are so lucky. It's really rare to meet a good one."

Yuan Deng: "Yes. Good roommates are very rare, I'm not bragging, our Mr. Zhang is really the best roommate in the world."

As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows at Zhang Jitong, and specially emphasized the word "roommate".

Zhang Jitong just smiled and said nothing.

Yuan Deng also lowered his head, ready to drink porridge.He scooped up a spoonful of porridge, but saw several ginger shreds hidden in the stewed overcooked rice flower.

Gee.

He doesn't like ginger, to be precise, he doesn't eat ginger.

Yuan Deng frowned, ready to pick out all the shredded ginger in the porridge.

Zhang Jitong observed his expression, and followed his gaze to see the few shreds of ginger hidden in the bowl.

"Let me help you." He stretched out his hand naturally, ready to bring Yuandeng's porridge over and pick shredded ginger for him.

"No need, just a few." Yuan Deng blocked Zhang Jitong's hand.He raised his head and smiled at him, and picked the few gingers away.

Zhang Jitong's hand was in the air, and after a while, he withdrew his hand with his usual expression.

"There's a little too much ginger in the canteen today."

"Yeah." Yuan Deng echoed him.

A meal is finished in no time.Their company's system is that there will be a short lunch break after eating, about an hour.

Their offices are on different floors, and after leaving the dining hall, they have to go back to their respective offices to rest.

When Yuan Deng got out of the elevator, Zhang Jitong stopped him: "Today is Friday, do you want to relax? Go to the bar for a drink?"

Just as Yuan Deng was about to refuse, Chi Fan over there excitedly took up the conversation.

"Hey, yes, yes, I forgot if I didn't say anything, Yuan Deng, you come too!! Let me tell you, many of our colleagues will be there today, so you should treat it as meeting new friends." As he said, Chi Fan lowered his voice , "Everyone is very friendly, and some seniors with senior qualifications will also go, maybe it can make your situation better."

Make his situation better...?

Something from the past flashed through his mind.

More than ten years ago, his parents also encountered a hurdle, when a product they launched was surrounded by other companies.

At that time, the situation was getting out of control, and the capital chain was on the verge of breaking every day.During those months, his parents either didn't come home, or it was two or three o'clock in the morning when they came home.

But the latter matter was resolved perfectly—his parents did not bow to those companies, but successfully broke through the siege and the deadlock by uniting with other stakeholders.

Perhaps, he can now use similar means to solve his current predicament.

Yuan Deng hesitated for a moment, then agreed.

The place where they meet is at the bar, which is still the familiar bar.

Yuan Deng stepped into the threshold of the bar with a complicated mood.

This is the third time he has come to this bar.

The first time he came to this bar was the day he came of age.Here he ran into the drunken Yongjipu.The second time I came to this bar was the night they won the Los Angeles Business Competition. They came here to celebrate.

The third time to this bar, is today.

The colleague next to him passed the wine list and asked him what he wanted to drink.

Yuan Deng lingered over the list, paused, and pointed to one of the spirits: "A glass of brandy, thank you."

"Are you sure you want to drink such a strong drink?" The colleague took the order and watched him hesitate to speak, as if worried that something would happen to him.

"Why don't you order this." Zhang Jitong cast his gaze over, also trying to stop him. Yuan Deng was drinking brandy last time, and was very drunk.

Yuan Deng smiled and said, "Today is Friday, I'm fine."

The wine was served quickly.

Just like last time, the brandy was extremely intense in the mouth, and the hot feeling burned all the way down the throat.

He wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, raised his eyes, and saw his colleague and his partner sitting not far away.

They snuggled together, whispering in the dim light, looking at each other with love and focus.It seemed that the excitement around them had nothing to do with them, there were only the two of them in the whole world, and no one could get involved.

Seeing Yuan Deng watching them motionless, the girl shyly hid in her boyfriend's arms.

Yuan Deng hurriedly looked away.

They are so friendly and affectionate that even other people's watching is a kind of disturbance to them.

The aftertaste of brandy suddenly rose, sweet and sour, but Yuan Deng felt that the sourness was obviously too obvious.

It made his nose full of sourness.

Yuan Deng picked up his mobile phone and took a picture of the brandy in front of his desk.

Under the soft and dim light, the strong tea-colored brandy is quietly lingering in the wine glass. In the background of the photo, a couple can be vaguely seen embracing each other.

"This wine is so sour, it chokes the nose." Yuan Deng shook the glass, commented, shared the photos casually, and sent a Moments: [This wine is not good, it is too sour. ]

Hearing this, Zhang Jitong took his cup away: "Since it's sour, don't drink it."

Feeling drunk, Yuan Deng snatched back the cup and gulped it all down in one go.

The sour fire swept through his senses, burning his eyes and nose to a blush.Yuan Deng took down his wine glass drunkenly, squinting his eyes half-closed: "No, I want to drink, not only to drink, but also to finish it all."

Zhang Jitong: "..."

It looked like the man was drunk.

Yuan Deng supported his forehead and shook his head, then poured himself a full glass of wine.

"Why are you drinking so much?" Zhang Jitong grabbed Yuan Deng's wine glass with his hands.

Yuan Deng lowered his head and arched his back, exposing the slightly protruding bones of his neck, like a rose whose branches were broken off, beautiful, sharp, but also fragile.

Zhang Jitong unconsciously let go of the wine glass in his hand. He slowed down his voice and persuaded Yuan Deng: "Don't drink so much, you will feel uncomfortable when you get drunk later."

Yuan Deng didn't respond, his fingers tightly gripped the fabric of his knee, and after a while, he slowly shook his head, a drop of water fell down on his knee, where a small dark flower bloomed .

After a while, he raised his head, the tails of his eyes and nose were red, and his eyelashes were wet with water.

That little water...

Zhang Jitong was stunned for a moment, held his shoulder and asked, "Who bullied you?"

"No, I'm fine." Yuan Deng shook his head, pushed away Zhang Jitong's hand, and emphasized again, "I'm really fine."

Zhang Jitong: "..."

Just like a drunk person always says that he is not drunk, a person who really has something to do will always pretend that nothing happened, emphasizing over and over again that he is all right, not sure if he is convincing himself or other people.

"You are not allowed to drink."

Zhang Jitong put the wine glass far away.

"Give it to me!" Yuan Deng was in a hurry, he got up and reached for the wine glass.It's a pity that after drinking, his nerves were paralyzed by alcohol, he couldn't stand still, and fell straight into Zhang Jitong's arms.

Zhang Jitong was stiff all over.

A large bouquet of warm roses suddenly fell into his arms, mixed with a strong aroma of wine, a bit of bitter woody aroma and the bitter taste of disinfectant.

Then in the next moment, a large shadow fell over his head, and the warmth was instantly drawn away.

Zhang Jitong raised his eyes, and there was a tall and handsome man standing in front of him, with huge waves in his eyes.The man held the yuan lantern in one hand, and his strong and well-defined arms tightly wrapped around his thin waist as if declaring sovereignty.

"Thank you just now."

He raised his chin: "However, now I will take care of my children."

The author has something to say:

Deng Zai: Have you signed the divorce agreement yet?