contract lover

Ye Zhe'an began to attend gatherings of foreign students.Although the number of times is not much, it almost makes Hong Kong people drop their jaws.

"My God Ye, I think the sun is really going to come out from the west tomorrow, and you actually figured it out, you know, you've been here for eight months, and you've only attended one party, not even the Spring Festival party , if you don’t show up again, you will be expelled from the Chinese club.”

Ye Zhean smiled, then thought of something, looked at the Hong Kong people suspiciously, "When did I join the Chinese club, why didn't I know?"

The Hong Kong people sneered, "Hey, I gave you the name secretly, and all of them are Chinese. You usually use it to contact parties. You don't mind, do you?"

Ye Zhean shook his head and said nothing.

Two days later, he participated in a Chinese gathering calling for the protection of the legal rights of women and children. The long meeting was followed by a reception.Because of the drunkenness last time, he was a little allergic to alcohol and didn't want to participate at first, but when he saw the melancholy look on his face from Hong Kong people, he stayed.

Simply put, the reception was more formal this time, everyone dressed up and drank high-grade foreign wine, so it wouldn't be like the last time they ate and drank.

Ye Zhe'an was wearing a custom-made suit, holding a wine glass and hiding in the corner, looking at the men and women dancing together at the scene, a little dull.

There has been a gaze fixed on him from the side and rear, since the beginning of the reception, he frowned, raised his head and drank the last sip of wine in the glass, planning to leave.

When he put down the cup, there was a man walking towards him out of the corner of his eye. If he guessed correctly, it was the man staring at him.

Ye Zhe'an looked up, and there was a flash of amazement in his eyes.

The man looked young, in his twenties, and even had a childish look on his face, but his facial features could be said to be stunning, but he didn't have any femininity, instead he was heroic. Insolent and solemn.

He is very tall, he seems to be half a head taller than Ye Zhe'an, his figure is not burly, but the two legs wrapped in suit pants are eye-catching, slender and straight, it is almost against the sky.

The man, or the boy, walked up to Ye Zhe'an and stood still. Ye Zhe'an didn't know what he wanted to do, so he walked around him and planned to leave, but the boy took a step to block him, "Wait."

Ye Zhe'an looked up at him, "What's the matter with you?"

The boy's Chinese is not very standard, with a little Western flavor, which is not unpleasant, "What's your name? Can you give me your contact information?"

Ye Zhe'an froze for a moment, then smiled speechlessly, "Little brother, are you trying to strike up a conversation with me? Sorry, I'm not interested in you."

The boy was unmoved, "Give me your contact information."

Ye Zhe'an was a little tired, and besides, he really didn't have the slightest interest in such a brat, he put away his smile, "I still have something to do, I have to go back first, if you insist on doing this, I don't mind messing up this reception."

"You won't," said the boy.

"I will." Ye Zhe'an looked into his eyes, holding a glass goblet on the glass table beside him.

The boy's eyes flicked past his hand, paused for two seconds, and took a step sideways.Ye Zhe'an put down his cup and quickly walked away from him.

Luo Yuan's interview was very successful, and the salary and benefits were also discussed very well. The school asked him to go to the school to apply for a job in the next two days.

After returning home, Luo's mother told him that Shen Siming had come the next day. Luo Yuan picked up his mobile phone and went to the balcony to call Shen Siming.

The phone rang for a long time and no one answered it. Luo Yuan glanced at the screen suspiciously. If it was not turned off, it meant that he was not on a plane. Why didn't he answer the phone?He called Xue Chen again, wanting to ask if he was on duty at night, and if he was not on duty, he would come to his house for dinner to celebrate his finding a job.

The phone rang twice, Xue Chen answered it, and there was a lot of noise inside.

"Brother Luo, wait a moment." Luo Yuan heard Xue Chen's voice mixed with the noise. After a while, the noise disappeared, and Xue Chen's voice came clearly, "Brother Luo, are you back from the interview? went well?"

"I've been back for a while, and it's going well. I'll go to work the day after tomorrow," Luo Yuan said, "By the way, where are you? Why are you so noisy? Do you have time to come to my place for dinner? I bought some food."

"I can't go anymore. I'm on annual leave and I'm going home today." Xue Chen said, "By the way, let me tell you that I brought Shen Siming back. Do you want to talk to him?"

"Ah," Luo Yuan opened his mouth, a little confused, "You said you took Shen Siming to your home? Your... hometown?"

"Yeah, what's the problem?" Xue Chen paused, and asked with some uncertainty, "Brother Luo, are you unhappy? Is it not good for me to do this?"

"No, no, no," Luo Yuan said hurriedly, "Don't think about it, I'm not unhappy, I'm... very happy."

"Really?"

"Really," Luo Yuan said with great sincerity. In order to make himself more convincing, he nodded vigorously, although he knew Xue Chen couldn't see, "Well, really, I'm very happy."

"That's good." Xue Chen breathed a sigh of relief, "Brother Luo, I will hang up first, we will go back the day after tomorrow, and then have dinner together to celebrate your finding a job."

"Okay, you guys have fun."

Looking at the blackened phone screen, Luo Yuan laughed, shook his head, and went into the room to see his son.

When Xue Chen entered the room with his mobile phone, his elder brother was punching Shen Siming. He was still speaking Mandarin with a Beijing flavor, and it sounded like it was taught by Shen Siming.

"Come, come, you lose, drink!" Shen Siming shouted.

The dark man picked up the wine bowl with a silly smile, raised his head and wiped his mouth after drinking, "Let's go!"

Xue Chen: "..."

He sat next to Shen Siming and tugged on his sleeve, "Brother Luo called me just now."

"Huh? What did you say?" Shen Siming took out his cell phone and looked, "He also called me, but I didn't hear it."

"I told him you're at my house, do you want to give him one back?"

"You said that?" Shen Siming was surprised.

"Yeah, I said it, can't I say it?" Xue Chen's expression was a little hurt, "Brother Luo is like this, you are like this, did I really do something wrong?"

Shen Siming looked at him, and the words he wanted to say spun around in his mouth, and suddenly he couldn't say it, and changed his words: "No, you think too much, there is nothing you can't say."

Xue Chen lowered his head, "Oh."

With a thought, Shen Siming raised his hand and stroked his hair, "It's all right, go get me some food, I'm hungry, I don't want to drink anymore."

Xue Chen raised his head and said with a smile, "Okay."

After dinner, Shen Siming was arranged to sleep in Xue Chen's room. Xue Chen's room was a bed made of bamboo tubes. It was not big, only about 1.5 meters wide. It's not enough to be together.Xue Chen took a quilt from the cabinet and came out to spread it on the floor, but was stopped by Shen Siming, "Don't spread it, come and sleep on the bed."

Xue Chen looked at the bed and then at him, "The bed is too small, I'm afraid it will affect your sleep."

Shen Siming ground his molars, "I'm not that delicate."