Rival roommate wants to be my boyfriend

Before buying these things, Cheng Yue also made a special effort to learn about this aspect.

Although An Mingyu had promised An Mingyu not to watch that little forum anymore, he still had to rely on it for things like this. There was everything on it, except for the indescribable specific content, everything else was basically covered.

While waiting for An Mingyu to come back, Cheng Yue lay on the sofa, holding a pack of condoms, thinking about it for a long time.

He thought he had mentally prepared himself enough, but when it was his turn to shoot, Cheng Yue was still very nervous.

"Don't be afraid."

"I... I'm not afraid."

"Well, good boy, hold my shoulder."

"No, I can stand on my own."

"Well……!"

"Let you hold on, hold on tight."

……

…………

In the end, he was almost on the verge of crying before An Mingyu was willing to stop.

He made a fuss for a long time in the shower, and when he got out of the shower, Cheng Yue was so tired that he didn't even want to move his fingers.

But his cell phone kept ringing.

"An Mingyu..." Cheng Yue opened his mouth and realized that his voice was extremely hoarse, "Help me hold the phone."

An Mingyu held a cup of hot water and handed him the phone: "Get up and have a drink."

Cheng Yue drank most of the glass in one go with his hand.

The two leaned against the head of the bed together, An Mingyu lazily held him in her arms, and looked down at Cheng Yue's reply to the message.

The unread messages on the phone are almost 99+.

[Ma Boyan: @chengyue, I just made a form for the few products we saw today, and I will send it to you now. 】

[Ma Boyan: [file]]

[Ma Boyan: @安明玉, I also made a list of the use of funds. [picture]】

He said more than a dozen articles by himself, all of which were related to entrepreneurial competitions.

Cheng Yue clicked through all the documents he sent one by one, and they asked at least [-] kinds of products today, and he made a complete comparison chart, prices, discounts, profits, etc. Write it out.

The follow-up news was that a few minutes later, Zhao Xuyang couldn't bear to reply after seeing him babbling for a long time.

[Zhao Xuyang: @马博娃, you will look for them later, I guess something is going on right now. 】

[Ma Boyan: Good Brother Zhao! 】

[Zhao Xuyang: If you haven't called back after twelve o'clock, then you don't have to wait, just look for them in class tomorrow. 】

[Ma Boyan: Okay, thank you bro! 】

Cheng Yue quickly glanced at the time, it was 47:[-].

[Cheng Yue: @马博娃, I have read all the forms you made, they are amazing, thank you. 】

[Zhao Xuyang: Hey, it's still early. 】

[Cheng Yue: ...]

[Ma Boyan: Huh? 】

[Ma Boyan: Why does it show that An Mingyu's QQ name is Cheng Yue...]

Only then did Cheng Yue remember the good deeds An Mingyu did yesterday.

He was so embarrassed, but there was a low smile from someone watching the screen above his head.

Cheng Yue raised his hand and twisted An Mingyu's thigh: "You explain it yourself."

"Hiss..." An Mingyu held down his hand, "You still have the strength to pinch me? Just now you said you're going to die, did you lie to me?"

"..." Cheng Yue blushed like a shrimp in an instant, and made a gesture to get up from his arms, "I'm going to sleep, so I won't make trouble with you."

"Don't." An Mingyu stopped him, hugging him in front of him and not letting him go, "Hold him for a while."

Cheng Yue watched as he quickly typed explanations to Ma Boyan with one hand.

"There is still morning class tomorrow." He said.

An Mingyu responded with a "hmm": "Tomorrow, I will be Teacher Cheng's car for a day."

Cheng Yue reacted for a few seconds before he understood what he meant. He reached out his hand in embarrassment and pressed a pig's head on his phone to send it.

An Mingyu hurriedly clicked to withdraw, Cheng Yue quickly snatched his mobile phone: "No withdrawal."

"I don't think you're tired." An Mingyu rubbed his waist, "How about we..."

With a "boom", Cheng Yue threw back his mobile phone, rolled out of his arms and pulled up the quilt to cover himself: "I'm asleep."

An Mingyu chuckled, and reached over to pull off his quilt: "I'm just kidding. Don't get bored in it, be good."

Even if he really wanted to, he would not be willing to come again.

I didn't feel too much that night. When I woke up the next day, Cheng Yue realized what An Mingyu said yesterday.

My whole body ached.

He forced himself to brush his teeth and wash his face, and finally gave in when he left for class.

For the second time, Cheng Yue enjoyed the feeling of being carried to school on his back.

It's just that this time he was still holding the buns he bought on the way, and Cheng Yue lay on his back, feeding An Mingyu one after he ate one.

Walking to the door of the teaching building, I just finished my breakfast.

An Mingyu put Cheng Yue down, and helped him straighten the rubbed hem of his clothes.

"Hey... stinky couple." Yang Kaimiao walked past them pinching his nose, with an expression on his face that I couldn't bear to see.

When he saw An Mingyu took a small soft pillow from his backpack and put it under Cheng Yue's chair for him to sit on, Cheng Yue covered his waist with a look of discomfort.

Yang Kaimiao was stupid.

Help.

I don't want to be a second to understand boys.

Yang Kaimiao raised his hand and rubbed his face fiercely, then embraced Guo Yuxiang on the other side: "Xiang'er..."

Guo Yuxiang looked up from the beautiful live broadcast: "?"

Yang Kaimiao: "You said, winter is coming, can spring be far behind?"

"???" Guo Yuxiang pushed him away, "Don't be disgusting with me, let's go."

"I'm serious." Yang Kaimiao sighed, "These two people made me want to fall in love too, I'm so envious."

Guo Yuxiang glanced at the two next to him, and gave Yang Kaimiao a middle finger: "Don't think about it, first of all, you can't meet someone you like."

Yang Kaimiao: "?"

The next words are more vicious: "Secondly, even if you meet someone you like, she may not like you."

Yang Kaimiao: "..."

On the weekend, Cheng Yue successfully went to the counselor to sign up for the school selection.

On the same day, An Mingyu drove the team members to the market again, and brought back a cart full of products that they had finally analyzed and determined.

Cheng Yue and Ma Boyan chose a drink that is relatively popular at the moment. They advertised it in various groups in the school. The price is much cheaper than the supermarket, and it also comes with a door-to-door delivery service. Buying a full box will give you a bigger discount. A lot of orders came at once.

But things didn't happen by coincidence, the elevator in the men's dormitory of the mechanical and electrical institute with the largest number of orders broke down.

"Why don't you deliver it another day, or let them come down and pick it up by themselves." Cheng Yue saw that An Mingyu had been busy all day, helping him drive and deliver the goods, and he really felt distressed, and didn't want him to climb the stairs to deliver the goods again.

An Mingyu shook her head: "No, the elevator can only be repaired in three days, three days is enough time for several other teams to throw us away."

He picked up a box in one hand: "Tired? Why don't you wait for me downstairs."

Of course Cheng Yue refused: "I'm not tired."

He also followed An Mingyu's example and picked up two boxes: "Let's go, there are twelve boxes in total, and three trips are just right."

That night, all the boys' dormitories in the school witnessed two boys driving luxury cars, delivering drinks for a few yuan a bottle downstairs in each dormitory.

Quite a few people recognized An Mingyu, and when they opened the door and saw that it was him who delivered the goods, those younger generations in the upper circles of City B were stunned.

"An... An Mingyu, you, are you having a conflict with your family?" The boy scratched his head, "Lack of money, tell your buddies, what's the big deal, I'll lend you as much as you want, why are you doing this stuff? ? How hard it is."

An Mingyu threw a box of drinks on his shoulder to him: "There is no shortage of money."

After he finished speaking, the boy saw Cheng Yue standing behind him.

Cheng Yue took out his phone and held up the QR code: "Scan this to pay."

The boy stood there dumbfounded: "Oh... oh, ok, ok."

He didn't react until the two left.

"Fuck!" He flew onto his roommate, "Did you see that? That's An Mingyu's boyfriend?"

"That's right, I've also heard about the scene of Lanyuan Mountain confirming love and fame."

"I thought it was fake... An Mingyu can also move the hearts of ordinary people?"

"What's the matter, does he have any melons?"

"No. I told Xiaodu that I was in the same high school as him. There were quite a few girls who stuffed love letters and gifts in his desk in high school. I've never seen him fall in love."

"I don't like women."

"No, there are men too, and he didn't talk about it. We all think that he's so...too cold."

"It's okay to talk about it now, but can you believe it? The only son of the An family came to sell drinks with his boyfriend to make money?"

"It seems that his boyfriend's family conditions are not very good. I heard from my girlfriend's best friend."

"It's not good. I have applied for national bursaries, and they have to be those with proof of poverty."

"I thought that people like his boyfriend probably fell in love with his money, and wanted to come to his thigh, but ended up pulling his thigh to start a business with him?"

"Hahahaha, shit, why do I feel like I took a bite of dog food, damn it."

Back at the apartment at night, Cheng Yue counted out the balance in X Alipay, and carefully calculated the cost of buying goods today.

An Mingyu squatted on the ground to help him count how many boxes of drinks were left to sell tomorrow.

"There are 27 boxes, and there are still thirteen bottles left for sale." After counting, he looked up and said, "Yueyue, why don't you pack these dozen bottles together with the whole box and give them to the buyers."

"No way!" Cheng Yue turned his head and waited for him, "We only earn 20% for a box, and if you send another bottle, you won't earn any more."

The way he was protecting the small treasury made An Mingyu laugh: "Okay, okay, I won't give it away."

"But it's okay." Cheng Yue poked his chin with his mobile phone, "Let's increase the price by two yuan, and we'll give you a free bottle."

"Well, that's a good idea." After he finished speaking, he wrote down the plan.

An Mingyu stood up, walked to him and hugged his shoulders: "Let me see, how much did you earn today?"

Cheng Yue smiled happily, and showed him the account book: "320 seven six, I will reconcile the account with Ma Boyan, Zhao Xuyang and the others later."

He was happy, and An Mingyu also smiled: "Well, are your arms tired? It's hard work after moving things for a day. Let me give you a massage."

He pressed it until Cheng Yue let out a comfortable sigh: "Press my back again, it's so sore."

"Where?" An Mingyu touched his butterfly bone, "Here?"

"No, under the shoulders." Cheng Yue patted his backhand, "Hiss... oh, it's comfortable."

"I've made money, does Boss Cheng have any plans?" An Mingyu asked in a low voice as he massaged him.

"Yes." Cheng Yue single-handedly sent a message to the other three people in the group, responding to him, "Christmas is coming soon, first earn the gift money for the boyfriend."

An Mingyu paused: "What about you?"

"I don't need it." Cheng Yue raised his head to look at him, his eyes curved, "Happy boyfriend is my gift."