Smells

Jiang Yan obeyed Yu Ying's order and brought Xiao Chen and the others a dry towel. When Ding Zhaoqiu took the towel, he sized him up with interest: "So caring?"

Jiang Yan didn't answer, nor did he say that Yu Ying ordered him to take the towel.

Xiao Chen took the towel and said "thank you", and heard Yu Ying ask him, "Why is your hair wet?"

"Just got out of the gym, took a shower and didn't have time to blow dry."

Ding Zhaoqiu coughed, and said brother, you have almost exposed yourself.

Sure enough, Yu Ying followed his words and asked, "Come here in such a hurry?"

Xiao Chen pursed his lips and remained silent, not knowing how to answer.

At the crucial moment, it was Ding Zhaoqiu who smoothed things over for him: "I was in a hurry to buy flowers as gifts, so I rushed over here immediately."

Yu Ying was wrapping the carnations in floral paper, when she heard the words, she speeded up her hands and said, "Then let me do it quickly, so I don't delay your work."

"It's okay, take your time." Ding Zhaoqiu wiped his hair with a towel, and asked casually, "Is Boss Yu going to do something soon? Are you okay, come have a drink with us?"

Xiao Chen was wiping his hair with his head down, when he heard this, he raised his head and stared at him.

Ding Zhaoqiu's expression was as usual, his eyes were very sincere, Yu Ying looked up at him, "Together?" His eyes fell on Xiao Chen again, half of Xiao Chen's face was covered under the towel, so he couldn't see his expression clearly.

Yu Ying confirmed again: "Brother Chen is going too?"

Ding Zhaoqiu raised his eyebrows calmly: "Go, I just don't know if you'll be free soon."

Yu Ying nodded: "Yes."

After the bouquet of vintage-colored carnations was finished, Ding Zhaoqiu called the assistant and asked the assistant to go back to his house and send the flowers to his mother.

"I thought you reconciled with your ex-boyfriend." Xiao Chen whispered to Ding Zhaoqiu, "I dare say these flowers are for your mother."

"Are you kidding me?" Ding Zhaoqiu looked incredulous, "Am I like the kind of person who turns heads? Besides, is it appropriate to send carnations to boyfriends? What do you think?"

Xiao Chen snorted disdainfully: "Then is it appropriate to give roses to friends?"

The last time Xiao Chen fell ill and was hospitalized, Ding Zhaoqiu gave him a bouquet of delicate pink roses, which was very coquettish.

"I don't pay attention to this. I give it to whoever I care about. It's all my heart. I'm so clear about what I do." Ding Zhaoqiu took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, looked at Jiang Yan who was squatting in the corner teasing the golden retriever, and put the cigarette away again. Tucked it back.

"Is Boss Yu finished with work? We can leave when we're done." Ding Zhaoqiu asked, and then called Jiang Yan: "Child, you also go with us. Uncle will take you to eat delicious food."

Jiang Yan raised his eyes and glanced at him, his eyes were cold, and his voice was hoarse as a teenager: "I want to go home and do my homework."

"Let's do it." Ding Zhaoqiu didn't force it.

Yu Ying took off her apron and came over, Ding Zhaoqiu leaned into his ear and whispered, "Your brother has a very hot temper."

Yu Ying laughed lowly: "He thinks you're talking to him like you're teasing a child."

"It's just a child." Ding Zhaoqiu leaned his arms on the bar, raised his chin, his eyelids drooped, and a slit was exposed in his eyes. He looked at Jiang Yan with a look of contempt, "A child should look like a child."

His voice was neither high nor low, and Jiang Yan heard it, probably a little annoyed, turned around and took the schoolbag from the table and threw it on his shoulder, and said bluntly to Yu Ying: "Brother, I'm home."

Xiao Chen thought Ding Zhaoqiu was busy: "Why are you talking so much today?"

Ding Zhaoqiu said to Yu Ying: "I'm sorry, don't think my words are harsh."

Yu Ying shook her head: "It's okay, it's fine if someone talks about him."

Xiao Chen felt that the continuation of the topic might touch Yu Ying's privacy. After all, this child was adopted by Yu Ying, so he interjected, "I'm hungry."

Ding Zhaoqiu found the place to eat, the environment is very high-end, Xiao Chen bought it alone, and Yu Ying didn't fight to pay the bill.

There are back and forth, this time someone else invites, next time it will be him.

After going back and forth, affection accumulated——

This is how friendships are maintained between adults.

Although this method inevitably has a bit of wine and meat flavor, at least so far, the way to maintain the relationship between them is indeed limited to this.

After dinner, the three of them went to the bar to drink a few glasses of wine. The three of them were about the same age, so they had a lot to talk about.

Ding Zhaoqiu and Yu Ying were chatting happily when the cell phone rang suddenly, and when he saw the number of the caller, he immediately hung up.

The phone rang several times without giving up, Yu Ying asked: "Is it inconvenient, do I need to avoid it?"

Ding Zhaoqiu waved his hand: "No need." After finishing speaking, he connected the phone, and said in a cold tone, "Hello."

Holding the wine glass, Yu Ying moved a few inches into the corner of the booth, leaving enough private space for Ding Zhaoqiu.

Xiao Chen sat on the other side, resting his fingers on the rim of the cup and knocking gently, tilting his head slightly, his eyes quietly fell on Yu Ying.

Ding Zhaoqiu's complexion is not very good: "We have already broken up, can you stop doing these meaningless things? Let's get together and break up, Lele."

There was a clear boyish voice on the other end of the phone: "I want to see you."

"No need."

"I don't want to break up with you." Fang Shule's tone was almost begging, "You can meet me, okay?"

"How many times we meet again, it's impossible for the two of us."

"Where are you?"

Ding Zhaoqiu's voice became cold: "Fang Shule."

"I'm at the door of your company. You don't see me. I'll go in now and tell everyone about my relationship with you."

He won't, Ding Zhaoqiu knows.

But some things are like vigorous weeds. If you don't clean them thoroughly, there will never be fresh plants growing in the soil.

After a long silence, Ding Zhaoqiu reported his address to the other party, and then hung up the phone.

"Let Boss Yu see the joke." Ding Zhaoqiu smiled helplessly, "Maybe I won't be able to accompany you for a while, I have some personal matters to deal with."

"It's okay, you are busy with your work." Yu Ying said.

"Aren't you leaving now?" Xiao Chen asked Ding Zhaoqiu.

Ding Zhaoqiu drank the wine in his glass: "I won't take the initiative to find him."

Xiao Chen nodded, understanding.

When Ding Zhaoqiu called, Yu Ying could tell from the conversation that the other party was his ex, but he didn't know that the ex was a man, so when Fang Shule appeared in front of them, he was a little surprised.

Fang Shule was wearing a mask and a peaked cap, with a thin body, and his eyes were fixed on Ding Zhaoqiu.He turned his head and nodded at Xiao Chen, then looked at Yu Ying with some doubts.

Ding Zhaoqiu picked up his phone and stood up, saying goodbye to them: "I will pay for the drinks, you two drink slowly, I will leave first."

He glanced past Fang Shule, and walked forward without saying a word, Fang Shule followed him silently.

Yu Ying and Xiao Chen were the only ones left in the booth, and the surrounding atmosphere calmed down instantly. Yu Ying didn't ask any questions, and drank silently.

"Why don't you ask anything?" Xiao Chen looked at him.

Yu Ying smiled: "There is no need to ask about other people's private affairs."

Mainly not curious.

He looked over the rim of the wine glass to Xiao Chen, and then lowered his eyes——

If it were another person, he might not be so out of it.

The bar was not far from where the two lived. The two were slightly drunk and walked home with a faint smell of alcohol.

Coming to the fork in the road, Xiao Chen's pace involuntarily slowed down.

The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated, and Xiao Chen took it out to see that it was a WeChat message from the teacher of the flower art class. She sent some information on the basic theory of flower art, so that he could refer to these contents to make up for the missed courses.

Xiao Chen's eyes moved slightly.

It seems to have found a reason to let the separation be delayed.

"Thank you and your friends for the hospitality today. I have the opportunity to invite you to dinner." Yu Ying stopped, "It's getting late, go back and rest early."

Xiao Chen glanced at his watch and said, "It's not too late, it's only eight o'clock."

Yu Ying smiled and said, "You usually go to bed late, don't you?"

"All night is a regular thing."

"Too busy at work?"

"Ah."

"Then rest early today."

Xiao Chen pursed his lips and remained silent for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "Didn't you say you wanted to help me with my lessons?"

"Ok?"

"Flower class, you forgot?"

"No." Yu Ying smiled, knowing what he meant, and asked, "Now?"

"Is it convenient for you? Come to my house and tell me if it's convenient."

Regardless of maintaining a reserved posture, Xiao Chen just wanted to attribute his behavior at the moment to the compulsion of drunkenness.

"I'm a half-hearted person myself, and I can't tell you anything," Yu Ying said.

Xiao Chen replied: "Then tell me something else."