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At the beginning of autumn, the heat has not faded, and the torrential rain is pouring down, pouring a little coolness.

At 04:30 in the afternoon, before it was time to change shifts, Ping Zheng hurriedly took off the apron with the bookstore logo on it, and whispered to his fat colleague, "Brother Zhao, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry, who doesn't have a birthday yet?" Brother Zhao smiled honestly, "Happy birthday, Xiao Zheng."

The coffee bookstore is located in a commercial center where land is very expensive. It is small in scale, and the staff rest room is even narrower.Ping Zheng struggled to take out a large paper bag from the locker, which contained brand new shirts and slacks.

Taking off his jeans and T-shirt, and putting on his new clothes, Ping Zheng could not hide his smile.

He is not tall, with a handsome appearance, and when he smiles, he looks like a big boy who has just stepped into society.

There was only a very narrow mirror in the rest room. He turned sideways and looked at himself in the mirror back and forth. The more he looked, the more satisfied he was, and a smile crept from the corner of his lips to the end of his eyes.

The shirting is comfortable and the slacks are tailored.He straightened up a little, and when viewed from the side, his buttocks were wrapped in fabric, but not coquettish.

Five minutes later, he quickly slipped out of the bookstore, opened his umbrella and ran into the rain.

Today is his 26th birthday, this outfit is the first gift from Mr. Luo, the second is the dinner for two at Jianshu Hotel, as for the third...

Just thinking about it made his ears blush, and he only hoped to get a taxi sooner and see Mr. Luo sooner.

Luo Tan sat deeply by the French window, watching the non-stop rain, his eyes seemed to be out of focus.

There is a pot of flower and fruit tea on the table, bright and clear, as beautiful as a work of art.

He picked up the glass teacup and took a sip slowly.

Today is Ping Zheng's birthday, how old are you?

He pinched his eyebrows, is he 21 or 22?

Can't remember.

Too lazy to think about such trivial matters, he put down his teacup and continued to watch the rain outside the window.

Jianshu Hotel is a five-star hotel under the Luoshi Gengyue Group, and the seafood buffet restaurant is one of the best in the entire original city. Ping Zheng wanted to come, so he made a reservation in advance and opened a suite by the way.

The rain seemed to be a little lighter. He glanced at the time and estimated that Pingzheng would be here soon.

The phone buzzed, and the word "Ping Zheng" flashed on the screen.

He picked it up, and the noisy sound from the receiver made him frown slightly.

"Sorry, it's raining too much, I haven't gotten a taxi yet." Ping Zheng's voice was anxious.

"It's okay, there's no rush, I'll wait for you." His tone was calm, even a little gentle.

But that was by no means the gentleness of the heart.

Otherwise, he should send someone, or drive himself to pick up Ping Zheng, instead of waiting in the garden tea room of Jianshu Hotel unmoved.

He couldn't remember how old Ping Zheng was, let alone how many lovers Ping Zheng was. He only remembered that he fell in love with this well-behaved and ordinary clerk half a year ago, and after some pursuit, he easily got him.

It has been half a year since we dated.

In less than half a year, the freshness and enthusiasm have almost been exhausted.

But the annual birthday should still be enjoyed.

He took out a cigarette, didn't intend to light it, just held it between his fingers, nodded and sniffed it.

When he raised his eyes, a tall figure suddenly bumped into his eyes.

Luo Tan's deep eyes suddenly became focused.

Outside the window, a young man was running in the heavy rain—he was tall, with particularly long legs, but he looked thin. He was wearing a black loose T-shirt and white washed jeans. The T-shirt was very thin and was soaked by the rain. After soaking, as he ran, it stuck tightly to his body.

Luo Tan narrowed his eyes deeply, and slowly rubbed his fingers on his chin.

He didn't see the man's face clearly, but he vaguely saw the lines of his abdominal muscles and psoas muscles.

good body.He secretly said in his heart.

Ping Zheng arrived late, his forehead hair was a little messy, and his small face had traces of being blown by the rain.

Luo Tanshen pulled him to his side, took out a light gray towel, and gently wiped his cheeks.

"Mr. Luo..." After getting off the car, Ping Zheng ran all the way into the Jianshu Hotel. At this time, his heart was beating fast, his cheeks were rosy, and his eyes were wet.

"Happy birthday." Luo Tanshen handed him the towel, "You like seafood, so eat more tonight."

The seafood buffet restaurant is located on the 29th floor. The box is quiet and spacious, with soothing music flowing. The view from the window is excellent, and you can overlook a sea of ​​light in the middle of the night.

But at this time the days are long and the nights are short, even though it is cloudy and rainy, the sky is still not completely dark.

According to Luo Tanshen's order, the waiter brought plate after plate of exquisite and expensive food.Although Ping Zheng was born in a small city with an ordinary status, he came with Luo Tanshen twice, and this time he is no longer restrained.

Luo Tan looked at him with a deep smile, adding food to his plate from time to time.

"Thank you, Mr. Luo." He always said hurriedly.

In the middle of the meal, the waiter brought a bouquet of roses.Ping Zheng's eyes were full of surprises, and he was about to take it, but Luo Tanshen said, "Put the flowers aside, and presents behind."

"Mr. Ping, I wish you a happy birthday." The waiter picked up a beautifully packaged cuboid box from the trolley containing roses, and handed it to Ping Zheng respectfully.

Ping Zheng's arm sank, "This is?"

"Take it apart and have a look." Luo Tan said deeply.

Ping Zheng will know when it is half disassembled.

That's a high-profile laptop.

Joy ignited in his eyes again, and he was a little overwhelmed with joy.

After knowing each other for half a year, the gifts Luo Tanshen gave him were not necessarily expensive and extravagant, but everything was what he urgently needed or wanted.

There is no doubt that Luo Tanshen is a careful and gentle lover.

"Have you wanted to change your computer for a long time?" Luo Tan met his gaze deeply, "This laptop can run all the games you want to play."

Ping Zheng held the notebook in his arms, "You are so kind to me!"

Luo Tan's deep eyebrows were raised inadvertently, and he paused for a moment before laughing: "I have spent so much effort chasing you, shouldn't I be nice to you?"

After speaking, he pushed the porcelain plate with crab meat in front of Ping Zheng, and said in a gentle voice, "Don't you like crabs? Put down the notebook first, and eat more."

At this time, a bell rang outside the door.

A new round of dishes was served.

Ping Zheng looked at the cold seafood with joy, but Luo Tan's deep eyes fell on the waiter who served the dishes calmly.

It was the man running in the rain not long ago.

Looking closely, I can see that this man is too young, about 20 years old, with thin lips, straight nose, narrow and long eyes, facial features and chin are sharp and indifferent, repelling others, only the eyelashes are thick and long, showing through It's kind of subtly cute.

The waiters in the seafood cafeteria were all wearing uniform white uniforms, but I don't know if the man was too tall, well-built, or handsome, but he actually wore this uniform with a special temperament.

Luo Tan deeply felt that it was called "unpretentious nobility".

The man's hands were long and slender, with distinct joints, and the exposed wrists were sharp and powerful. He served the dishes quietly and quickly.

The man bowed and said in a low voice, "Please use it slowly."

Compared to his youthful appearance, the man's voice had a deep voice that didn't match his age.

Maybe call it "sexy".

Luo Tan watched him leave deeply, his eyes gradually became sharper, and his fingers covered his chin again, caressing lazily.

Late at night, the suite is turned on with warm-toned lights, and the floor-to-ceiling windows reflect the night, making the whole room look like black crystal.

Luo Tan was half lying on the soft pillow, his upper body was still covered with thin sweat after indulgence.

He loves people with beautiful bodies, and he himself is one of the best.

The well-defined abdominal muscles rise and fall gently with breathing, and the mermaid line dips into the thin silk blanket below.

There, Ping Zheng was lying on his stomach, his hair was wet, strands slipping on his lower abdomen.

He relaxed his waist, bent one leg, half-closed his eyes, and shook the cigarette ash for a moment.

"How old are you today?" He inserted his fingers into Ping Zheng's hair and asked suddenly.

"I..." Ping Zheng was in a daze, "26 years old."

"It's already 26 years old." Luo Tanshen's eyes seemed to have a cold mist.

Ping Zheng didn't dare to get up, and looked at him from below, "Mr. Luo?"

It took a long time before Luo Tanshen lowered his eyes, his eyes were almost the same as when they had dinner together, they were still so gentle, but the words he said were without warmth, "Then our relationship will end today."

The author has something to say: Luo Tan is deeply affected, and the young man who has not yet had a name is Gong.