shallow affection

"Aren't you going to work?" Jian Qingli asked when they sat down for breakfast.

Fang Mingzhan said, "I'll go in the afternoon."

Jian Qingli was whimsical, biting a spoon and laughing, "Does this count? The spring night is bitter and the day is high, and the king will not go to court early. Then I will be guilty."

Seeing his smug look, Fang Mingzhan couldn't help but want to hit him: "You think too much."

Jian Qingli was not annoyed, she was still smiling, and complained to Fang Mingzhan, "You are so boring".

After breakfast, the sun rose higher and the second-hand apartment was brightly illuminated by the sun.Jian Qingli sat cross-legged on the sofa, lazily not wanting to move, her eyes fell on Fang Mingzhan, and followed him around the room.

"How long has it been since you cleaned?" Fang Mingzhan was very dissatisfied with the cleanliness of the apartment.

Jian Qingli glanced at the floor and said, "It's been a few days, is it dirty?"

Fang Mingzhan asked back, "What do you think?"

Jian Qingli felt guilty, looked at Fang Mingzhan's face, and replied hesitantly: "I think it's okay?"

In fact, the room is not dirty, but mainly messy, coffee table, TV cabinet, refrigerator, shoe cabinet, there are scattered sundries piled up everywhere.This is Jian Qingli's old problem. When they were living together, he used to like to throw things around, even forgetting important items such as keys and mobile phones.Every time Fang Mingzhan saw it, he quietly helped him put it away, and when Jian Qingli was in a hurry, he would show it to him like a magic trick.

But Jian Qingli didn't know how to be grateful, and always had a stubborn mouth, and blamed Fang Mingzhan for destroying his "orderly in chaos" style of placement.

Four years on, his forgetful habits seem to be on the mend, but the littering problem remains stubborn.

"I'm injured, can I ask Mr. Fang to condescend to help me clean up?" Jian Qingli raised his left hand, and the sleeve of his pajamas slid down, revealing the strangle marks on his wrist.After one night, the bright red turned into a deep red, which was particularly shocking.

His trickery didn't work, Fang Mingzhan glanced lightly, and asked, "How much will you pay?"

Jian Qingli reacted very quickly: "Talking about money will hurt your feelings, so I promise you with my body."

Fang Mingzhan smiled and said, "It's not rare."

This sentence seemed to hurt Jian Qingli, he lowered his arms in frustration, and pulled his sleeves to cover up.Fang Mingzhan took two steps forward, sat down beside him, and said, "It's almost done."

Jian Qingli ignored him and played with his head down, Fang Mingzhan pinched his small, sensual earlobes, and rubbed them lightly with the calluses of his fingertips.Soon Jian Qingli couldn't hold back anymore, he waved away Fang Mingzhan's troubled hand, covered his ears and laughed loudly: "Itch!"

After lunch, Fang Mingzhan was going to work.Jian Qingli dragged his stumped body to see him off, leaning on the door frame and winking at him: "Boss, will you come again next time?"

Fang Mingzhan waved his hand and left.

For the next two days, Jian Qingli had a good time and was in a very happy mood.Xia Ziying did what she said, and sent a few sets of photos to ask him for advice. It seemed that she was determined to make friends with him.Jian Qingli had a good impression of Xia Ziying, and he basically answered every question, but he didn't dare to cross the line, and he didn't communicate with each other except photography.

In addition, listening to Xiang Tingzhou's complaints every day is also a great pleasure for Jian Qingli.The filming of Xiang Tingzhou's scenes started, and he was as tired as a dog. During the day, He Cen mercilessly shouted and criticized him, and at night he had to work hard in the bed. Too fast and too slow won't work. Once he wanted to torture that old man severely, He Cen narrowed his eyes and threatened, don't you want to become famous?

Xiang Tingzhou knocked out his teeth and swallowed his blood, and whenever he had any spare time, he would complain to Jian Qingli every minute of time, venting his bad emotions crazily.

However, Jian Qingli not only did not forgive his friend, but took pleasure in his pain, and always replied with a series of "hahahahaha" with a voice, and finally taunted, "Although, don't tell me the details of the bed, okay? Mine is much better than yours."

Xiang Tingzhou was so angry that his lungs hurt, and he swore angrily, "If you are rich or honored, you will forget each other."

Jian Qingli said: "Don't, I still want to hear the story of you falling in love and killing each other."

"Who is his uncle's love!" Xiang Tingzhou blocked Jian Qingli.

Jian Qingli collapsed on the sofa, her stomach ached from laughing.In fact, he can't be blamed for being unsympathetic, who told him and Fang Mingzhan to get better and better recently.

A few days later, Jian Qingli received another call from Le Yang.Le Yang's voice was weak, as if the fever had destroyed his spirit. When he spoke, his tone was low and without fluctuations, except for a slight fluctuation when Jian Qingli's name was called.

Out of morality, Jian Qingli asked him if he recovered from his illness.

"It's almost there, but I always lose my appetite and can't eat."

Jian Qingli didn't know what to say, hesitated for a while, and gave a suggestion that was better than nothing: "Let Aunt Liang cook you some light and appetizing meals."

"It's because of me." Le Yang paused, "Qing Li, I want to see you."

Jian Qingli sighed subconsciously, but before he could speak, Le Yang said again: "This is the last time, I promise I will never bother you again. Really."

Jian Qingli was skeptical and didn't answer.

"Didn't you say you wanted to visit my house before? Come here now."

"The house is empty, there is no one there, and it is very deserted."

"You don't have to worry, I'm not used to the climate in Cangshi, and I can't do much. I'm going back to England soon, and I won't pester you anymore..."

Le Yang said one sentence after another, not giving Jian Qingli a chance to breathe, the more humble he is, the tighter those invisible ropes are tightened, Jian Qingli swallowed hard, smiled stiffly, and said loudly: "Okay, okay, Can't I go?"

"Really?" Le Yang jumped up instantly, "Then I'll cook at home and wait for you to eat together."

Jian Qingli hung up the phone and let out a long breath of relief.He repeatedly recalled every detail of his relationship with Le Yang, and was convinced that he had never seduced him, but Le Yang's few words made him feel guilty.Sure enough, he was a brat, he was speechless in secret, he had plenty of ways to deal with adults.

Jian Qingli took a shower and changed into the couple windbreaker she bought earlier.I tossed the car keys a few times in my hand, but the soles of my feet hesitated endlessly.At this time, he had calmed down, and felt that he must have made a mistake just now, so he agreed to Le Yang's visit at home.Doesn't this make him more reluctant to bear the toys in his hand?

But the words have already been spoken, and Le Yang claims that he is going back to England soon...

Jian Qingli walked around the door a few times irritably, and after a moment of contemplation, opened the door to attend the appointment.

When he went downstairs, he called Fang Mingzhan.

The bell rang for a while before it was connected. Jian Qingli tentatively said "Hello" and asked, "Are you busy?"

Fang Mingzhan raised his head, and more than a dozen executives in the conference room stared at him, trying their best to conceal their shock and curiosity.He slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and replied calmly: "It's okay."

"Then what... Le Yang," Jian Qingli said the name, obviously feeling that the other end was quieter, so he sped up his speech and talked about the current situation in a few words.

Fang Mingzhan picked up a pen, tapped it irregularly on the mahogany tabletop, and finally said: "Understood, go back after looking at it, don't spoil him."

"Well," Jian Qingli asked, "are you coming to my house tonight?"

After waiting for a while, Fang Mingzhan said in a wrong way: "Stop driving, I will pick you up later."

"Okay." Jian Qingli smiled happily, and immediately put the car keys in his pocket after hanging up the phone, and took a taxi.

Le Yang deliberately waited at the gate of the community. He was well-dressed, wearing a white printed sweater, and his fluffy brown curly hair was combed into threes and sevens, hanging naturally on his forehead, making his delicate face more mature.Originally leaning lazily on the pillar, he immediately stood up straight when he saw Jian Qingli, and waved to him enthusiastically and excitedly.

Jian Qingli looked Le Yang up and down, but couldn't see the gloomy mood in the previous phone call at all, and couldn't help but feel cheated.But Le Yang didn't give him time to investigate, his eyes were fiery, his tone of voice was joyful, and he talked nonsense with great interest, as if he was really suffering from lovesickness.Jian Qingli couldn't help it, so she had to say: "Hurry up and lead the way."

Le Yang brought Jian Qingli into the community. He lived in a duplex apartment. The house was indeed old, and the decoration was carried out according to the style that the previous generation liked. It wasn't fashionable enough, but it was very elegant.

The room was large in size, and the windows were clean. There was still a faint smell of burnt food in the kitchen.

"The steak I just fried is warming up." Le Yang smiled embarrassedly, "I haven't made it before. I learned it from Aunt Liang and sold it now. It barely managed to make a piece after several times of burnt. Don't be disgusted."

Jian Qingli cautiously avoided Le Yang's hand patting him on the shoulder, and said helplessly, "Le Yang, didn't we agree to be friends, don't keep doing this."

"But I like you, and I can't control it."

Jian Qingli regretted it a little at this time, and walked around pretending to visit the decoration of the apartment.After a moment of silence in the room, Le Yang suddenly brought up the phone call in the middle of the night, saying that he would only bother him when he was burned out, and hoped he would not mind.

"It's okay." Jian Qingli said, looking forward to turning over this page quickly.

But Le Yang didn't go his way, and asked stubbornly, "Did he force you?"

Jian Qingli stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living balcony, overlooking the green lawn at the bottom of the building, and smiled when she heard this: "How could that be?"

Le Yang looked at his back, the light of the setting sun outlined a tall silhouette, he swallowed, and said, "But I think you are in pain."

Jian Qingli found it funny: "You are not me."

"If you were with me, I would never treat you so roughly."

If Jian Qingli turned around at this moment and saw the expression on Le Yang's face, he would know that he was lying, but he had no intention of distinguishing the truth from the false, and said mercilessly: "Le Yang, that is my private life, You have no right to interfere. To take a step back, how can you be sure that I am not following Mr. Jiang’s fishing example, and those who wish to take the bait?”

Le Yang was speechless for a while, and after a while, he lacked confidence and whispered heartbrokenly: "Then I am willing too."

"But you're not in my pond." Jian Qingli turned her head and showed a mischievous smile.

His smile quickly disappeared after seeing Le Yang's sad expression.Jian Qingli couldn't bear to sprinkle salt on the wound, looked around, and found a bottle of aromatherapy on the coffee table, so she changed the topic: "What kind of aroma are you using, it smells so good."

A trace of panic flashed in Le Yang's eyes, because Jian Qingli couldn't notice it because he was far away and the light wasn't bright enough.

"I don't know. Aunt Liang bought it. I'll ask you next time." He greeted Jian Qingli to eat, "Stop talking about that, Qingli, come and try my handicraft."