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This time, the silence between the two lasted for a long time.

Yan Ruizhi couldn't even tell the truth from the words in the New Year's greetings, but he didn't want to say anything else.

After all, He Nian is so smart, if he really wanted to pretend to be stupid, it would be superfluous for him to keep pointing it out.

"And..." He Nian was the one who broke the silence first, and explained in a low voice, "Whether it's now or in the company, you are...my boss."

Yan Ruizhi was originally in a complicated mood, but he lost those emotions when he heard such a half-concealed sentence: "Boss?"

He sighed, "Are you—"

"I know what you mean!" He Nian seemed to understand what he was going to say, and immediately interrupted, "It's not that I don't love myself. You said it yourself at the time, and you think this kind of relationship is not bad. What's more..."

He cast a cautious glance at Yan Ruizhi: "What's more, I don't call everyone the boss."

Yan Ruizhi was laughed out of anger this time: "Then last time in that clubhouse, those were not your 'bosses'?"

"Of course not!" He Nian plausibly said.

"Then why did you appear there?" Yan Ruizhi pressed.

"You didn't believe me when I said I was with my friends." He Nian quibbled, and tried to bring the topic back, "Anyway, you gave me the money and dragged me back. You are my first boss."

Yan Ruizhi felt that talking about this with He Nian would be a bit of a waste of life, so he was not angry anymore, and raised his eyebrows: "Then how many bosses do you want to have?"

"Mr. Yan," He Nian immediately climbed up the pole, "I promise, you are the first and you will definitely be the last."

"Stop scolding!" He Nian added a sentence after he finished speaking, and looked over pitifully.

"..."

Yan Ruizhi took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Really...

He closed his eyes.

"Happy New Year." After a while, Yan Ruizhi spoke again.

He had already recovered his initial calmness, and whispered two words: "Come here."

Of course He Nian listened to him very much, walked to his side and knelt down.

Yan Ruizhi was stunned for a moment. He originally intended to let the other party sit over, but in the end, he didn't know if He Nian was guilty and didn't have the nerve to sit side by side with him.

But it seemed deliberate to say it again, Yan Ruizhi didn't hesitate, just looked down at him in this posture.

The other party looked up at him with his face up, his lips curled up slightly, and his eyes were full of unadulterated clarity: "Huh?"

Probably because he was a little anxious when he heard Yan Ruizhi's refusal just now, He Nian grabbed a handful of hair at some point, and at this moment, there was a small bunch of hair near the top of the hair that was slightly messy and looked fluffy.

By coincidence, Yan Ruizhi stretched out a hand, and lightly brushed his hair.

It was also because of such an action that the originally stagnant atmosphere changed.

His hand wanted to leave, but He Nian predicted it in advance and grabbed Yan Ruizhi's wrist.

The palm of the other party carried a warmth that made people want to escape. This palm once warmed him all night, just because he felt that the infusion would make his hands cold and uncomfortable.

"President Yan." He Nian also called him.

"When's your birthday?" Yan Ruizhi asked casually.

He really knew very little about the New Year, and he didn't even know anything about the relevant background.

"I usually celebrate the lunar calendar, Mr. Yan." He Nian replied like a good student, "Because it is the winter solstice, the family can spend one more holiday together."

"Really." Yan Ruizhi said softly.

The winter solstice originally sounded a bit chilly.

But New Year's Eve is like a bonfire, you don't need to get close to feel the warmth.

Yan Ruizhi originally wanted to ask some more questions, at least to get to know him better.

"Mr. Yan," He Nian also took the initiative to report, "the only son, has no bad habits, and has a harmonious relationship with his classmates."

"Did I ask you a question and you just rushed to answer?" Yan Ruizhi looked at him without smiling, but his voice softened a lot.

"I'm not afraid that you have doubts about me." He Nian said boldly, "Don't you ask my parents or something?"

Yan Ruizhi paused for a moment: "... Forget it."

Regardless of whether the parents' matter is related to his desire to make money, the problem now is different from that at the time.

But why?

He looked at He Nian's face, he had no intention of being handsome, and in time he would become even more dazzling.

Yan Ruizhi remembered what the other party had said to him, that his future would be bright.

The two of them still maintain such a somewhat weird posture, like some kind of well-known game.

"You are quite popular at school." Yan Ruizhi said casually.

"I'm gay just like you." He Nian immediately followed and added, "Senior."

However, Yan Ruizhi paused for a moment with these two words that originally had a somewhat soothing atmosphere.

"You don't have to call me senior." Yan Ruizhi took the initiative to shake off He Nian's hand this time.

"Why, didn't you say it was our school's software engineering department last time?" He Nian asked looking at his empty palm.

Yan Ruizhi originally thought that the past was not worth mentioning, but He Nian was so persistent, he had to look at him, and reluctantly made an understatement confession: "Those are right."

"But I dropped out of school before my junior year even started."

Yan Ruizhi stood up and said with his back to him.

"Yan—" He Nian's voice couldn't hide his shock.

Yan Ruizhi, however, felt a little refreshed, as if he had finally let go of a title that did not belong to him.

He didn't look back, looked at the flickering lights through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and continued to talk about some past events that he had almost forgotten: "I mentioned it myself, at least I can still be decent."

"The charge is perversion, fighting, homosexual harassment of classmates causing bad influence..."

This time, Yan Ruizhi finally turned his face when he was talking, and fixedly looked at the slightly pale He Nian: "Do you still think you have to pester me?"

"By the way," Yan Ruizhi added as if thinking of something, "you don't need to call me a teacher. My current identity is just a visiting professor, and I don't have any professional title."

He didn't think these things were unspeakable shame at first, but it was inevitable that he would speak in front of someone who was six years younger than him, and he was still a little curious about his reaction.

The living room was very quiet, just like when he first proposed to end the relationship.

If you look carefully, you can actually find that He Nian's lips are trembling slightly, but Yan Ruizhi just glanced at him roughly and didn't look into his eyes.

"Okay, what I said before is still valid. Of course, if you have any objections to me, I can push your resume to another company without delaying your internship."

"So……"

He couldn't say what happened next.

The distance between the two is close, and He Nian only needs to take a step forward to make them stick together.

In fact, he thought so, and did so.

He is taller than Yan Ruizhi, and it is just right to hug him when standing.

For the first time, He Nian embraced the customer disrespecting his wishes, buried his head on Yan Ruizhi's shoulder, and acted like a fool: "That's not okay. I copied the service rules by hand, how could you get rid of me if I didn't fulfill them properly? Woolen cloth?"

Yan Ruizhi patted him on the shoulder and tried to push him away: "I didn't talk to you about this—"

"Yes." He Nian suddenly popped out two words.

"You said just now whether you want to continue pestering you, then I definitely want it." He emphasized his answer, "Mr. Yan."

"Ok?"

"And strictly speaking, you are not six years older than me. With a generation gap of three years old, you are only one and two-thirds generation gap older than me." He Nian began to bring out his own fallacies, "Generally, it takes three generations to have a generation gap. There is an insurmountable gap, and you see how good you are, you still have such achievements..."

Seeing him getting further and further away, Yan Ruizhi frowned: "What do you want to say?"

He Nian hugged him even tighter, and the vibration of his chest pierced through the thin fabric, making Yan Ruizhi dizzy.

"It's nothing." The person who was adopted was still dying, "Anyway, you have to let me sell it."

He Nian finally had enough hugs, turned his head away, and looked at him, "Then don't let me call you senior, I'll call you brother."

Yan Ruizhi frowned and refused: "What are you barking about?"

"It's not that I haven't acted as brothers and sisters in the hospital last time. Is that okay?" He Nian looked very serious, and those self-confessions just now seemed to have no effect on him, and he called him with burning eyes, "Brother."

Yan Ruizhi pursed his lips, but finally lost.

Mingming has almost talked about it, and Mingming continues to refuse New Year's greetings, but he can't do anything about it.

But there is always a voice in my heart, saying, it doesn't matter, since he insists so much, so be it.

He looked at He Nian's earlobe that turned into a fine powder at some point, and reached out to touch it lightly.

Like the temperature of his palm, Yan Ruizhi was briefly in a trance, thinking.

Moving his fingers down, he said softly:

"up to you."

Finally got the answer he wanted, and the joy on He Nian's face could not be hidden: "Then do you want to have dinner? It may be too late to do it now, do you think I will help you buy it or—"

"Happy New Year."

Yan Ruizhi interrupted him suddenly.

After the first time, he didn't often mention it so proactively. The weekend when he was sick also happened naturally when the atmosphere reached.

As soon as He Nian raised his head, he heard Yan Ruizhi say to him in a calm voice, "Let's do it."

"Stop eating." He raised his hand to touch He Nian's hair, which was fluffy and comfortable to the touch.

"Hold me to bed."

"I--"

He Nian was stunned, but Yan Ruizhi didn't want to wait for him to talk nonsense: "Don't you listen to me for everything?"

The rekindled ambiguity is like an unprovoked fire in the forest, scattered sparks burst into the eyes, but do not fall into the heart.

After all, human beings are also animals that tend to act instinctively. They know what kind of things can forget unnecessary troubles and fall into a moment of happiness together.

Yan Ruizhi was lying on his back on the bed, with bright yellow nightlights in his eyes, and a row of slightly sunken tooth marks on his lips. He leaned back slightly, but his hands were holding He Nian's hair.

"You don't have to...so..." The words he uttered were crushed by the movement, he bit his wrist subconsciously, trying to stop Greeting the New Year, wanting to say that there is no need to do this step, anyway, they are in a relationship to please each other.

He Nian stared at him intently, and his voice was panting: "You are my customer."

He buried it again, and Yan Rui's waist arched at that moment, making a sound that soaked the night.

He grabbed He Nian's back, the more joyful he was, the more blurred everything in front of him seemed.

"Mr. Yan, I have a strong learning ability."

He Nian finally raised his head from the short pause, his lips and eyes were bright, he kept staring at him, but his voice was very soft.

"Aren't you going to praise me?"