Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

Feng Yuanyi wiped his mouth and said, "Okay, I should go back now. Don't refuse me next time I ask you out."

Song Xun glanced at his phone. It was half past eight.

Less than an hour had passed since they arrived.

Feng Yuanyi saw what he was thinking at a glance and rolled his eyes and said, "My old-fashioned dad set a curfew for me at 9 o'clock. He deducted my pocket money if I was late, and he always tried to force me to go to work in the company."

"I really envy you. You get paid every month and no one cares about you. You are free."

Songxun also thinks this is great and hopes it can last forever.

He stood up and noticed that the wine in his hand had hardly been touched, so he decisively poured the wine into the empty lemonade paper cup.

After all, I spent 99,000 yuan to buy this wine, so I can't waste it even if it doesn't taste that good.

Feng Yuanyi went out first and didn't see Song Xun coming out, so he shouted outside.

The lid of the paper cup was thrown away. Song Xun carried it carefully and quickened his pace, all his attention on the glass of wine. Just as he walked out the door and wanted to look up to respond, he bumped into the man in front of him who was standing with his back to him.

He didn't hold the glass firmly in his hand and half of the wine spilled out.

Song Xun quickly steadied himself and looked forward. His black shirt was soaked by the cold wine, and his firm and smooth muscles could be clearly seen through the tight clothes.

The man was more than a head taller than him and was talking on the phone with his back to him.

"If it's still about this, then there's nothing to discuss. I'm hanging up."

This voice is so familiar, like the lassitude of not waking up at any time, mixed with the chill of impending storm.

Song Xun watched him put away his phone and turn around, looking down at him coldly.

Zheng Lanxing didn't have a twin brother, he was very sure of that. Song Xun looked up blankly and stared at Zheng Lanxing, with only one thought in his mind, he was dead.

Chen Pei was not here, this was the second thought that came to his mind, so no one was willing to extend his life.

Feeling the wetness on his back, Zheng Lanxing's eyes fell on the paper cup held by Song Xun: "If you have any opinions about me, you can raise them."

Song Xun looked up timidly: "I didn't." He didn't dare.

"Last time you made me eat mustard, this time you threw wine all over me." Zheng Lanxing's voice became heavier, "Do you have a grudge against me?"

Song Xun shuddered with fear, his slightly drooping eyes filled with mist: "I'm sorry."

Zheng Lanxing was very upset, because of the unpleasantness that happened at the old house today and the accusations from his mother on the phone just now. These made him furious.

But at this moment, someone came out to bring bad luck upon himself, and the anger that had been pent up in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

Zheng Lanxing was not prepared to let him go so easily. The strange thing was that looking at his frightened eyes, those unpleasant words, and the frustration that was running around, he had no way to vent it.

Just like last time when he didn't want to accept the box, he also met a pair of dark eyes and acted quickly before he could accept it.

When did Chen Jinyan learn to act pitiful?

Zheng Lanxing looked away and said unhappily, "Forget it, I won't bother with a fool."

When Song Xun raised his eyes again, he saw Zheng Lanxing's back gradually walking away. The street lights on both sides were dim, and the figure also flickered and disappeared completely from his sight.

"Are you okay?" Feng Yuanyi hurried over after Zheng Lanxing left.

Song Xun's brain was like a rusty machine. He shook his head stutteringly, still immersed in surprise that Zheng Lanxing let him go so easily.

Feng Yuanyi's expression was somewhat ambiguous: "What did you talk about? I deliberately avoided giving you a chance to spend time with me."

When he went out, he saw Zheng Lanxing making a phone call, so he urged Chen Jinyan to come out. Unexpectedly, Chen Jinyan was more capable than he thought and knew how to add unexpected things and create opportunities.

What could Song Xun say? He had admitted half an hour ago that he liked Zheng Lanxing. Song Xun's smile was uglier than crying: "Thank you."

Feng Yuanyi didn't notice his abnormality at all, and said to himself: "But you know what, Zheng Lanxing is really good when you look at her up close, with broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, and a strong appearance. You have a good eye, and if you work harder, maybe you can..."

"Aren't you in a hurry to go back? It's almost nine o'clock." Song Xun wanted to go up and cover his mouth, and quickly interrupted his next words.

What he lacked the most was self-awareness as a nobody. Zheng Lanxing belonged to Chen Pei. He was very sure of this and supported both of them very much.

He dared not imagine himself and Zheng Lanxing together. It was like living in a horror movie every day. Now he trembled whenever he saw Zheng Lanxing. He was afraid of him from the bottom of his heart. Even just hearing the hypothetical was not enough.

Feng Yuanyi slapped his head and said, "No, I have to go."

Song Xun breathed a sigh of relief: "Goodbye."

It was 9:30 in the evening, and Chen Pei had just returned from overtime work. He hadn't sat down for two minutes when a message came from his phone.

Zheng Lanxing sent a picture and he clicked it with some doubts.

The communication between them has always been concise and clear. They would send messages whenever possible and solve the problem in one sentence. They rarely send pictures.

It was a photo. A black shirt was wet with water stains, and the clothes looked like they were just thrown on the ground.

Chen Pei didn't understand the meaning.

Two pieces of news then broke out.

——Your brother is not very smart.

——It is recommended to check his spending history.

Looking at the two pieces of news that came out of nowhere, Chen Pei frowned.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when Song Xun got home. After he changed his shoes and prepared to go upstairs, he was startled by Chen Pei who was sitting in the living room.

Usually at this time Chen Pei is either resting or staying in the study working, and he rarely comes down.

"Brother." Song Xun greeted.

Chen Pei: "Where did you go so late?"

Chen Pei seldom asks about his affairs, and they have been getting along without disturbing each other these days.

Song Xun felt strange, but still answered: "My friend asked me out."

Chen Pei had a blank expression on his face: "Last time I asked you to work in the company, you said you would find a job yourself, so what? You can find a job in a bar?"

Why did he know that? Song Xun was a little confused.

Without giving the other person time to react, Chen Pei tossed out another stack of printed bank statements.

"Tell me what's going on with these transfer records. Why are you standing so far away? Come here."

Under the pressure of Chen Pei's gaze, Song Xun walked over reluctantly and lowered his head to look at the printed bills on the table. They were all large transfer flows, including some frequent expenses.

During the four years in college, Chen Jinyan was often sucked dry by those so-called friends, and two-thirds of the money he spent was from these people.

"I won't say anything about these for now. What's wrong with your cars?" Chen Pei asked.

Song Xun answered honestly: "Lend it, lend it out."

Chen Pei laughed angrily: "Chen Jinyan, why didn't I know you could be this stupid before? Did your brain get squeezed by the door? You must be happy to be a money-giving boy."