Since then, I have become the most beautiful boy among the anchors

After Jian Min and Zhang Jing chatted, they went to the study to deal with matters. After taking a shower at two o'clock, they found that the boy had sent him a good night message, so he replied, but he didn't expect the other party to send a message immediately.

He stopped wiping his hair with a strange feeling in his heart.

"Why haven't you slept yet? It's very late."

Puppy pretending to be good: I fell asleep and woke up to pee.Brother, why haven't you slept yet?

Jian Min shook his head helplessly, "I just finished my work."

Zhang Jing felt very distressed, "It's been hard work."

Although he knew that the other party was from Jane's family and that he was busy, he couldn't help but feel distressed seeing him busy until the early hours of the morning.

Jian Min was noncommittal: "Go to sleep."

"Then you rest too."

"Ah."

Jian Min put down his phone and looked out of the window, he didn't know how long he had been sitting before he felt sleepy, he didn't go to bed and fell asleep directly leaning against the chair.

I can't move, and I feel sleepy when I move a little, and I will run away.

Since the two added WeChat, he found that the boy is like a bird that can only sing, and he has endless things to say every day. He sends him early and early after seven o'clock, and says good night before going to bed.

What a childish temper.

Zhang Mengyao found that Zhang Jing was in a good mood these days. She guessed that it was because she was going back to Huaicheng that she was so happy, so she didn't bother to provoke him.

In the blink of an eye, it was summer vacation. I thought he would leave on the day after the exam, but I didn't expect that he packed his things neatly and had to stay an extra night.

"Where are you going?" Zhang Mengyao couldn't hold back seeing that Zhang Jing had taken a shower and changed clothes.

"Go out and play."

Apart from Deng Zixuan, Zhang Mengyao really can't think of anyone he can play with, but there is no need to change clothes when seeing Deng Zixuan.

"Are you leaving tomorrow? Why don't you stay a few more days? Your brother is coming home soon, and he wants to see you too."

Mentioning Feng Shuyu, it was rare for Zhang Jing to talk to her, "I'll go back and live for a while, and I'll come to see my brother when I have time."

"Go back" and "come here" made Zhang Mengyao very angry. This is his home, why does it sound like a hotel here.

But after a few days of peace, she didn't want to quarrel, so she suppressed her anger and let him go.

In order not to neglect the other party, Zhang Jing asked his brother which is the most famous hotel in Jiangcheng.

Send the name of the hotel to Jian Min, and the other party asked him: "Are you sure here?"

"Sure, sure, it's here."

The appointment was at seven o'clock, and at five o'clock he couldn't help running to the hotel, obediently waiting for Jian Min to come over.

After Jian Min got off work, the driver asked him where he was going, and he asked the driver to go back first, and drove to find Zhang Jing by himself.

When entering the private room, Zhang Jing was on the phone with someone, speaking in Wu dialect, his voice was soft and waxy, with sticky words, he was acting like a baby with the other party, and he had never even talked to him like this before.

Seeing him coming, Zhang Jing's black eyes lit up, he said a few words to that side, and then hung up the phone. Seeing that Jian Min opened his mouth to say something, but didn't say anything, he asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"fine."

Zhang Jing supported the back of the chair next to him with both hands, and looked at him eagerly. Jian Min walked over to take a seat, and the other party sat up happily to get the menu.

"Brother, what do you want to eat? His seafood seems to be quite famous." Zhang Jing was almost drooling thinking about it.

"Want to eat? Order."

"Do you eat it?" Zhang Jing is allergic to seafood, so he only dared to try something new, and he couldn't eat it alone.

"Ah."

Zhang Jing ordered four servings of seafood, two more soups and a few stir-fried dishes. After adding up to eight or nine dishes, he put down the menu with satisfaction, and remembered that he hadn't ordered wine yet.

Unexpectedly, Jian Min took the menu, "Minors are not allowed to drink alcohol."

Zhang Jing: ...

At first, I thought that eight or nine dishes would be wasted, but after the dishes were served, Zhang Jing realized that he thought too much. The portion of each serving was very small, and he should be able to finish it.

Jian Min saw that Zhang Jing obviously wanted to eat seafood, but he didn't eat much seafood, so he always looked at him eagerly and asked, "Is it delicious?"

He simply wiped his hands clean, peeled the shrimp for the other party, and got eight crabs for him.

Zhang Jing originally thought that it would be fine to just taste a little bit, but when the food was served, he realized that he would get a rash as soon as he ate it, and it was fine on his arms, but if he had a long face, it would be bad for Jian Min to see.

Unexpectedly, the other party would peel the shrimp for him, Zhang Jing's eyes were wide open, like a cat.

"Thank you brother."

He never refuses what Jian Min offers.

After eating the prawns contentedly, Zhang Jing saw that Jian Min was peeling him again, so he quickly stopped him, "Do it yourself."

Jian Min didn't force himself, wiped his hands and watched him eat.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Zhang Jing asked curiously when he saw him put down his chopsticks.

"Well, you eat slowly."

"I didn't even eat rice." Zhang Jing always felt that he didn't eat anything, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Is it not delicious?

He filled a bowl for himself, looked at Jian Min who was quietly sitting beside him, and asked him, "Do you want some soup? You haven't tasted it just now."

Jian Min looked at him and didn't speak.

Seeing that he didn't refuse, Zhang Jing couldn't figure out what he meant, "Do you want to have a taste?" He hesitated, not knowing what to do.

Seeing his recommendation with sparkling eyes, Jian Min nodded slightly.

Seeing him nodding, Zhang Jing hurriedly contributed the soup he had just filled, not forgetting that the taste was really good.

Jian Min looked down at the oily soup in front of him, then looked at Zhang Jing, he hesitated to speak, without a spoon.

Zhang Jing saw that he didn't drink, and his usual cleverness was gone, so he asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Jian Min looked at him for two seconds, then reached out his hand.

Zhang Jing was so tense that his body became stiff, and his heartbeat sounded like a drum, "What are you doing..."

Before he finished speaking, the other party took the porcelain spoon from his hand.

Jian Min raised his eyes to look at him, with a blank look in his eyes: "Huh?"

Zhang Jing was stunned for a second and quickly realized, he said angrily, "It's okay, you can drink." He, he thought Jian Min was going to touch his face.

Jian Min tasted the spoonful of soup, he often came here to discuss business, he was already tired of it, but he didn't spoil Zhang Jing's interest.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Zhang Jing asked, "Isn't it delicious?"

Jian Min thought about it seriously, and didn't know how to say so as not to hit him.

Zhang Jing murmured in his heart, reached out for the bowl, filled the spoon and put it in his mouth, he slightly opened his mouth to hold the spoon, the porcelain white spoon made his thin pink lips look softer and moister.

Jian Min's gaze moved with the spoon, and finally landed on Zhang Jing's pale lips, his face changed slightly, as if a pebble was thrown on a calm lake, except for the gradually fading ripples, there were no waves.

Isn't it delicious?It seems that this store did not choose well, it did not suit Jian Min's taste.

Wanting to understand this, Zhang Jing squeezed the spoon nervously, and the heat quickly climbed up his cheeks. He was embarrassed to look at the other party, so he had to bury his head in the soup.

"tasty."

Zhang Jing raised his eyes and looked at Jian Min. He knew that the other party was trying to ease his embarrassment, but he was still a little embarrassed.

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Jian Min bowed his head in thought.

Seeing the other party seriously thinking about how to praise the soup for him, Zhang Jing felt that the other party was so cute that he softened his heart.

Jian Min finally found a suitable word, he said: "The soup is very sweet."

sweet?Why didn't he taste the sweetness?

Zhang Jing was puzzled, he took another sip and still couldn't taste the sweetness, and asked in confusion: "Is it sweet?" Seeing Jian Min nodding, he instantly felt that the soup was indeed sweet, and he pretended to taste it again, and ordered it too head, "Hmm~ it's sweet."

Facing Jian Min, he has never been principled.

Zhang Jing asked: "Do you not like eating from this restaurant?"

"How do you like it?"

Zhang Jing took another sip of the soup and nodded.

Jian Min: "Very good."

Liar, didn't eat much.

"No, I don't think you're satisfied, so I'll treat you to dinner again." Zhang Jing thought of something, and looked a little embarrassed, "I can also cook, do you want to eat what I cook?"

Jian Min didn't expect him to be able to cook. Seeing that he looked afraid of rejection, he agreed, "Okay, when I have time."

Zhang Jing is just at the age of growth, and eats a lot. Seeing that his belly is about to round, Jian Min called out to stop.

Still wanting to eat, Zhang Jing licked his lips and lied: "I'm not full."

Jian Min reached out and touched his lower abdomen, but he left immediately, "The little belly is about to come out."

Zhang Jing's ears were blushing, he covered his belly with his hands, and stammered to justify himself: "I don't, I don't have a belly, these are abdominal muscles."

Jian Min didn't expose him, "Yeah. Don't eat, let's go?"

"I haven't paid the bill yet." Zhang Jing wanted to greet the waiter, but was stopped by Jian Min, who looked at him puzzled.

"The account has been settled."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Jing's face flushed instantly, and his eyes were also red. He said aggrievedly, "Why are you like this..." There was a cry in his voice.

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