Ten miles of spring breeze is not as good as you

Mo Yifeng has recently received a lot of couriers in the same city. Apart from bouquets of roses, there are boxes and boxes of snacks. The senders on the courier slips all have the same name: Wang Ye.

Called according to the phone number on the courier slip, but after connecting, Mo Yifeng suddenly didn't know what to say, and it was only a few days apart, why did he feel so strange all of a sudden.

"How are you doing recently?" Wang Ye was the first to break the silence and greeted plainly, but Mo Yifeng was momentarily speechless.

"En." After a long silence, Mo Yifeng responded lightly, "What about you?"

"Fortunately, my dad has gradually handed over the company's affairs to me recently. I'm a bit busy. I'll visit you again after I've been busy for a while."

"It's okay, you are busy with your work, so I don't need it." Mo Yifeng paused, and then said: "Don't send any more things in the future, I don't need those."

"Yifeng... I'm sorry that day, I was too impulsive, I shouldn't do anything no matter what."

"It's ok."

"You always said it's okay..." The voice on the phone was a bit lost, and Mo Yifeng felt a little uncomfortable listening to it. The Wang Ye he knew was always proud, and no matter how difficult he encountered, he would never be depressed. And now...

"In the past three years, do you know how many times you have told me that it's okay? Whether I'm too busy to accompany you, or I've done anything wrong, you just say it's okay, it doesn't matter, you really have Have you ever cared about me? Even if I slept with someone else, you refused to say a word of blame, so you broke up with me peacefully, and deleted all the contact information between us overnight. "

"Then what do you want me to say? Crying, making trouble, and hanging yourself?" Mo Yifeng snorted coldly, and then said: "Should I slap both of you? Swear at a bitch and slam the door to leave? Don't tease me." Already!"

"You know I don't mean that."

"Then what do you mean? Oh, you're blaming me for not sleeping with you in the past three years. Are you just looking for someone to solve your physical needs? You want to say that I'm the only one you love from the beginning to the end, and sleep with you It’s just a tool to vent your desires, isn’t it? Wang Ye, you are such a scumbag! How could I fall in love with a scumbag like you! I’m an idiot to even go to drink because of you! Enough, really Enough is enough, don't show up in my life again! When I beg you!"

Mo Yifeng yelled at the phone and immediately hung up, he didn't want to hear that bastard's voice again!Not at all!But just a few seconds after the phone was dropped, the phone rang again, and Mo Yifeng didn't even look at it, grabbed the phone, swiped it to connect, and then yelled again: "I don't want to hear your voice, I don't want to see you, I don't want to see about you." Everything about you! Don’t bother me again! I’m fine without you! Goodbye! No! Never again!”

"Mo Yifeng?"

Just as Mo Yifeng was about to hang up, Lu Xinting's slightly puzzled voice came from the phone, which made him startled for a moment, and he took the phone in front of him to have a look... It's a zoo!Why didn't he see who was calling before talking!

"I'm sorry...that..."

"Come down for dinner?"

"Ah?" Mo Yifeng couldn't keep up with Lu Xinting's rhythm, why did it suddenly involve eating?

"I'm making steak, it will be cooked soon, it's just right for you to come down now."

"Oh good, I'm going down now."

Sometimes Mo Yifeng couldn’t figure out why he could never refuse anything from that man. If he told him to go to his house, he would go to his house; When he went out in unlined clothes, he put on a thick coat obediently, and he obeyed everything he said, and he was still the kind who was willing to enjoy it.

"Is it ready?" Mo Yifeng became concerned about his dinner as soon as he entered the door, "It's a loss for the catering industry if you don't become a chef~"

"Hehe." Lu Xinting opened a bottle of red wine and said with a smile, "Aren't I your personal chef now?"

"I can't afford the wages." Mo Yifeng chuckled, and said again: "I said I invited you to dinner, but I haven't invited you yet, and you always come here to eat and drink, I'm so embarrassed~"

"Then...do I want some reward?" Lu Xinting put down the knife and fork and stood up, walked to Mo Yifeng and half bent down, leaning on the back of the chair with one hand and the edge of the table with the other, and asked him with a smile.

Mo Yifeng looked up at Lu Xinting who was looking down at him, his heart skipped a few beats, this man always smiles so charmingly.

"Here~" Mo Yifeng lifted a piece of beef to Lu Xinting's mouth, and said with a grin, "Reward~"

Lu Xinting held Mo Yifeng's hand holding the fork and moved aside, lowered his head and gave him a light kiss on the face, and then bit off the beef he was feeding.

"It tastes good." Lu Xinting returned to his seat with a smile. When he said it tasted good, he didn't know whether he meant the beef being fed or the person who was feeding it.

Mo Yifeng lowered his head pretending to be calm and cut the steak on the plate. After a short silence, he raised his eyes to look at Lu Xinting opposite, and said seriously: "Don't take advantage of me in the future."

"Ah."

Lu Xinting promised so, but in the following days, Mo Yifeng discovered that he did not do what he promised at all!The intimacy of kissing the face and forehead has become commonplace, but he still runs here happily every time, sometimes even he himself doesn't understand what he is thinking.

"Are you listening to me?" Han Wenjun frowned and looked at Mo Yifeng, who had lost his mind, and knocked his head displeased.

Mo Yifeng rubbed the place where he was knocked, and gave Han Wenjun a sad look, "I'm listening, what did you just say?"

"You're listening, don't you know what I'm talking about?" Han Wenjun couldn't help but picked up the pillow on the sofa and threw it over, and then repeated the question just now: "I said Wang Ye really went out to steal fish?"

"Yeah." Mo Yifeng shrugged indifferently, "Then we broke up."

"How can I see that you are not sad at all?"

"Why are you sad?" Hearing this, Mo Yifeng sat up straight and counted for Han Wenjun with his fingers: "Look, I am handsome, have a good temper, and have no bad habits. , can’t be regarded as highly educated, but my family is rich, why should I be so sad for being broken up by a rich and handsome man! I want to fall in love, don’t I just pick someone to talk to?! Really!”

"You're getting thicker." Han Wenjun couldn't help but burst out laughing after listening to Mo Yifeng's words, stretched out his hand and pinched his face, and said jokingly: "That's tall, rich and handsome! See how I am? Do I still meet your criteria for choosing a spouse?"

"Well, it's okay~"

"Really?"

"Really~"

"I'm serious." Han Wenjun looked into Mo Yifeng's eyes and said seriously, "I like you."

Mo Yifeng's mind froze when he heard that, what did Han Wenjun say?like him?Is it the kind of liking he understands?

"This kind of thing is not a joke..."

"Do I look like a joke?"

"picture……"

"..."

Han Wenjun held Mo Yifeng's face with both hands, let him look at him, and said to him very seriously: "I tell you very seriously, I like you, I have liked you since I was a child, do you understand?"

Mo Yifeng nodded blankly, was he too dull, or was Han Wenjun hiding too well?In these years, he never felt that Han Wenjun liked him!It's a pity that he had a crush on this guy back then!

Seeing Mo Yifeng's foolish look, Han Wenjun sighed helplessly, leaned down and kissed Mo Yifeng's lips.In this way, he should know how serious he is.

The warm touch on his lips startled Mo Yifeng, and when he realized it, he hurriedly pushed Han Wenjun away.

"I'm sorry! I...I have always regarded you as a friend..." Although he had a crush on Han Wenjun once, how could he tell him at this time!

"I know." Han Wenjun rubbed Mo Yifeng's hair, and said again: "Before you had Wang Ye, I didn't want to get involved in your relationship. Now that you are alone, I can chase you with confidence."

"But... well, I admit, I liked you, but that was a long time ago! I really only regard you as a friend now, so..."

"You ever liked me?"

"That's... when I was sixteen or seventeen... Oh, that's not the point! I'm really... don't embarrass me..."

"You act like a baby when you reject others?"

"Who acted like a baby!"

"All right, all right, I'm not being coquettish or coquettish." After Han Wenjun finished speaking, there was a brief silence between the two of them.

After two or three minutes, Han Wenjun bent down and hugged Mo Yifeng, who struggled a few times and then let him go, because he knew that Han Wenjun would not do anything to hurt him. Han Wenjun gave in to him, pampered him, and protected him like an older brother.

Han Wenjun rested her head on Mo Yifeng's shoulder, sighed softly, and asked, "Why didn't you tell me when you liked me?"

"Well... At that time, I was afraid that after being rejected by you, I wouldn't even be able to be friends... You didn't tell me that you like boys..."

"Stupid." Han Wenjun hugged the person in his arms tightly, and asked again: "You really don't want to give me a chance?"

"Sorry……"

"It's okay." Han Wenjun suddenly let go of Mo Yifeng, and said with a smile, "I will try to make you fall in love with me again."

"..."

"Okay, go to bed early, I'm going back."

"Oh, be careful on the road."

"You won't stay with me overnight?"

"Let's go, you!"

After sending Han Wenjun away, Mo Yifeng sighed heavily. Is he lucky? !The man downstairs is still ambiguous with him now, and there is another Han Wenjun, and he doesn't know how to deal with it!

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Mo Yifeng rolled around on the bed a few times irritatedly, how could he reject Han Wenjun!

"Ding"

It wasn't until he received Lu Xinting's good night message that Mo Yifeng remembered why he kept thinking about how to reject Han Wenjun? !Obviously there is another person who should be rejected!But...it seemed that he couldn't refuse this person at all...or...he never thought of rejecting him.