Brokers are bosses

"Brother Ling..." Wen Li opened his eyes, and what he saw was Ling Lexin who had already sat back, with downcast eyes, drinking quietly.

It seemed that the person who kissed his forehead just now was not him.

Wen Li touched the place where his forehead was kissed.

Linglexin coughed.

"Wen Li, I really think I'm just being sentimental. I hope that I'm thinking too much about what's there and what's not."

"However, I'm afraid that what I think is true, because there is no one, when I haven't shown my love"

Ling Lexin took a sip of wine, paused, looked at Wen Li, and continued,

"Just so good to me"

"I'm not good-looking, and I'm not famous, so few people will invest in me"

"Whether it's time, money or love."

"So, Wen Li, your looks are not worth mentioning, but to me, it seems too strange."

"I'm a very nervous person. I can only think about one step, and never think about the second step. I didn't think much about the previous things."

"I just thought, no matter why you are nice to me, I just return it to you intact.

"However, when Xia Zhou and I were sleeping yesterday, he suddenly analyzed a bunch of things for me, and I was shocked."

"I thought it would be good for me to be sentimental, but I have to explain this to you clearly, and I can't just let it go."

When Ling Le Xin mentioned Xia Zhou, Wen Li's eyes flashed with displeasure.

He knew not to care about those details at this time, but why did Brother Ling sleep with Xia Zhou?

Was it the kind of sleep he wanted?

It was Xu Chen before, and Xia Zhou now, how many good friends Ling Ge has.

And why can you be so close to them, and kill him in the cradle if you have a little ambiguity with him?

Wen Li knew that he couldn't be angry now, couldn't ask, and couldn't refute.

He can do nothing but deny his feelings.

However, why is Wen Li such a person, he still asked that offensive sentence.

"Since Brother Ling doesn't like me, why did you kiss me just now?"

Linglexin looked at the angry and sad Wenli, and lowered her head guiltily, "Homosexuality is disgusting."

"It's really disgusting," he repeated.

"Why does Brother Ling still kiss me? Don't you think I'm disgusting?"

Wen Li frowned, he felt that Ling Le Xin was very strange today.

There is an indescribable weirdness.

He felt that he hid his feelings very deeply, and the only time he crossed the boundary with Brother Ling was to help him wipe the biscuit crumbs from the corner of his mouth.

He admitted that he and Brother Ling hadn't met a few times, and it was a bit inappropriate to act like this before they knew each other well.

But just based on this, plus his apology yesterday, after a night of fermenting, Brother Ling can come to the conclusion that he likes him?

Are they comparable to Detective Conan?

Also, Brother Ling thinks homosexuality is disgusting, so why would he still kiss his forehead?

Covering his mouth and kissing his forehead, this plot is too romantic, just like a confession.

confession?

Wen Li's eyes widened suddenly, shocked that he finally came up with such an unreliable idea.

"I..." Ling Lexin wanted to explain.

However, this explanation was only one word, and he just fell asleep just right.

Wen Li: "???"

"Brother Ling? Brother Ling?" Wen Li patted Ling Lexin and saw that he was still.

Wen Li picked up the bottle of wine just now and shook it.

Except for the half glass he spilled just now, the rest of the bottle of wine entered Ling Yuexin's stomach.

"Oh, what an oolong."

Even though Wen Liduo didn't want to admit that he was a child, he still wanted to call his sister in front of this mess.

Ask her what she should do.

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Of course Wen Li still didn't hit him, he carried Ling Lexin to the bed.

Afraid that Ling Lexin was in a coma due to alcohol poisoning instead of drowsiness, he sat by the bed and observed carefully for a while.

Seeing that his breathing is stable and his pulse is normal, he is relieved.

I thought about leaving like this, but for some reason, I thought of Ling Yuexin's words again.

"When I was sleeping with Xia Zhou, he helped me analyze a bunch of..."

He got angry again, Xia Zhou can sleep with him and be his love mentor, but can't he Wenli?

Just because Xia Zhou is a few years older than him, should he be treated differently?

"It's really a heart made of stone." Wen Li waited for Ling Le's peaceful sleeping face, and complained loudly.

"It's not indiscriminate."

"I just don't like you, you're just pretending to be passionate."

"Who likes you..." As he said that, Wen Li lost all confidence.

Whoever falls in love first will lose confidence first.

In the end, Wen Li still lost to Ling Lexin.

After all, he is still 11 years behind him, 11 years of experience, there are many things, Wen Li feels that he hides it very well.

In fact, he Lingle knew it clearly, he just didn't want to say it.

"Wen Li..." Ling Lexin turned over and fell asleep again.

"Why do you always call me by my name in your dreams? Is it because you are thinking about how to reject me in your dreams?" Wen Li covered the quilt that had been lifted for him, feeling angry in his heart, and his words naturally didn't go well.

"Wen Li, I like you." Ling Lexin muttered inarticulately.

Wen Li: "..."

Five thunders struck the top, and the sky fell apart.

The mountain has no edges, and the heaven and the earth are united.

All flowers bloom.

A hundred schools of thought contend.

Thousands of lights.

........

Wen Li's heart was blown into a dictionary of idioms by Ling Lexin's words.

He likes me.

Wen Li translated it again seriously in his heart.

How could he like me? ——This is a rhetorical question.

Didn't he say he hates gays?

He told me to stop here before.

He just cut out my sincerity little by little, and crushed it little by little.

How can you say you love me now

But he is so nice to everyone, he is rumored to have an affair with Xu Chen, and sleeps with Xia Zhou, how could he only like me

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"No, no, you're too young..."

"I can't let you know, no..."

Wen Li's expression froze, and then slowly blushed.

Although he knew that Linglexin was talking about age.

But as a male, he is still a male who has just been confessed by his beloved.

He is high-spirited and full of ambition.

Wen Li was still uncontrollable, thinking of that aspect.

"Brother Ling, how can a man say he is small?" Just talking, Wen Li still felt puzzled.

He pinched Ling Lexin's face.

Ling Lexin's small and delicate face has no flesh, so it's not enjoyable to pinch.

"En..." Ling Lexin pushed Wenli's troublesome hand, "Wenli, don't make trouble..."

"I didn't make a fuss." Wen Li withdrew his hand without hesitation.

Untimely, he remembered Ling Yuexin's rejection of his kiss just now.

He finally sighed.

"Brother Ling, you are really..." Wen Li paused for a long time, but couldn't think of a qualified adjective.

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