Venus

A few days later, the two had seen most of the real estate in the city, and had a basic idea about the house they wanted.

Xia Qiyou asked Qiu Ziming which apartment he liked, and his eyes widened in shock after hearing Qiu Ziming's answer.

——They fell in love with the same set.

Qiu Ziming was also quite surprised, but he quickly smiled at him: "I don't like it that much either, you can mark this set up. I'll look for it later."

Xia Qiyou felt that he and Qiu Ziming had taken a fancy to the same apartment, which meant that he had good vision.

But Qiu Ziming gave himself the opportunity to bid for a house so generously, which made him feel guilty about taking away someone's love.

His father asked Xia Qiyou why he liked that suite, and he replied: "The prime location, quiet amidst the hustle and bustle, and the developer's reputation is there, who doesn't like it?"

Xia Jinghong was furious again: "Everyone looks at a house for its potential to maintain and increase its value, but you only look at the surface and are short-sighted!"

Xia Qiyou was not convinced: "Then Qiu Ziming also likes this set, why don't you say he is short-sighted?"

"He is a great writer, and the house he bought was split in half to be used as a studio. In addition, he can't see it, and his daily life is inconvenient, so he has higher requirements for property and supporting facilities. Can you be the same as him?"

"...Then what should we do now? That person was cold and said that he wanted me to take care of him, but the favor he owed me was paid back in a blink of an eye, and now it's my turn to owe him..."

Xia Jinghong seemed to be worried, and after a long silence, he said, "Don't think about it. You usually spend more time with him and learn from him."

"I don't write novels, so what can I learn from him?"

Xia Jinghong lowered his voice: "Well, the company has several projects now, and you can divide them into two simple ones for him. You can see how he manages them and learn from them."

"Dad—" Xia Qiyou was really surprised, "Are you crazy?"

"Ahem... I'm so confused, you pretend I didn't say anything. Get along with him normally, don't let me worry about it."

Two days later, when Xia Qiyou raised funds and wanted to buy the apartment in the city center, he was surprised to learn that it had been bought in full by an anonymous person at a high price.

The intermediary manager is very sorry for this, but the identity and background of the other party are very special, and the real estate department cannot afford to offend.As compensation, the intermediary paid Xia Qiyou ten times the deposit.

Xia Qiyou was in a bad mood, and couldn't find any comfort in the virtual world of the Internet, so after thinking about it, he asked Qiu Ziming to go to the bar together.

"By the way, your assistant, Miss Xiao Han, don't bring her with you this time." Xia Qiyou specially reminded, "Today I made a special trip to find you for a drink. If she is a girl who drinks too much, it will be inconvenient to take care of her."

Qiu Ziming refused on the phone: "I can't drink."

"Can't drink? Are you allergic to alcohol?"

Qiu Ziming hesitated for a while: "I have thalassemia, and the doctor said it's best not to drink alcohol."

Xia Qiyou felt his head was hit hard by an ice hammer.

All his impressions of the words thalassemia came from his mother.

Xia Qiyou finally changed the location from a bar to an izakaya, and promised again and again that he would not force Qiu Ziming to drink.

Qiu Ziming lived in isolation on weekdays, and this was his first time dining at an izakaya.

He was coaxed by Xia Qiyou to stuff a mouthful of wasabi octopus into his mouth, and his whole face wrinkled instantly.

His fair cheeks became flushed, his eyes were watery, and his depressed and deflated expression rarely showed a childish look.

Xia Qiyou couldn't help pinching his face, and found that the touch was more delicate than expected, and he lost his mind for a moment.

"You don't eat mustard, do you?" Xia Qiyou smiled strangely as if he had succeeded in a prank, "Drink some plum bar, it's very clear, and the strength is not high."

Qiu Ziming shook his head lightly, and stuffed a small piece of perilla cucumber into his mouth, chewed slowly and swallowed.

"This is very sour." Xia Qiyou boldly stared at his slightly stained lips, "Do you like sour food?"

Qiu Ziming bit his lip, "This cucumber doesn't smell so sour...I didn't expect it to be so sour..."

Xia Qiyou turned his phone to silent mode, and quickly took a photo of Qiu Ziming.

He quickly turned this photo into an emoji: "The baby is bitter, but the baby doesn't say anything."

He wanted to post this emoji on Weibo, but before he clicked post, he suddenly realized that he didn't seem to want others to see Qiu Ziming's cute side, so he deleted the editing record.

Xia Qiyou had never been drunk.

It's not that he is a good drinker, but because he has never drunk indulgently.

Today he wanted to have a good drink and then complain about it.

He negotiated projects for his father day and night, and finally got together the funds to buy a house, but he was preempted by others.

This feeling is more uncomfortable than seeing the goddess who has been holding in the palm of my hand gets into a greasy middle-aged luxury car.

As a result, when Qiu Ziming and Qiu Ziming arrived at the izakaya, Xia Qiyou's irritability was miraculously healed before he had a few sips of wine.

He ordered a lot of Japanese side dishes and siu mei, and tried them one by one with Qiu Ziming.

The table was full of small dishes, and the two of them picked up chopsticks for each dish, and they couldn't eat any more after a while.

The matting was a tatami design, and both of them sat cross-legged.My feet feel numb after sitting for a long time.

Qiu Ziming stood up with the corner of the table, and went to the bathroom.

Xia Qiyou followed and grabbed his hand, "The road here is a bit curved, I'll take you there."

After entering the bathroom, Qiu Ziming was probably a little shy, he broke away from his hand and locked himself in the cubicle.

After Xia Qiyou untied his hands, he washed his hands carefully at the sink, and looked in the mirror for a while before waiting for Qiu Ziming.

This day Qiu Ziming was wearing a slim black round neck sweater; only then did Xia Qiyou realize that his half-discovered collarbone line was very delicate.

When Qiu Ziming washed his hands, the sweater slid up a little with his movements, revealing a small white and slender waist.

In the mirror, most of his forehead was covered by bangs, his thick long eyelashes drooped lazily, and his light gray pupils wandered carelessly.

Xia Qiyou handed him two tissues, approached him and pulled off the sweater for him, and adjusted the collar of the sweater for him.

Seeing the astonishment and embarrassment on Qiu Ziming's face, he realized that his actions seemed too ambiguous, so he quickly took a step back, turned around and walked to his seat.

It didn't take two steps to realize that Qiu Ziming should not be left alone, so he turned back to the bathroom, held his hand and led him back to his seat.

Xia Qiyou felt the diners' strange eyes on him and Qiu Ziming.

He felt a sudden irritability.

Xia Qiyou didn't care what others said about him, but he didn't like Qiu Ziming being looked at by strangers that way.

After taking his seat, Xia Qiyou drank two more sips of plum wine, and asked Qiu Ziming if he liked anyone.

He has never liked gossip, but he is really curious about Qiu Ziming's love life.

"Is it Xiao Han's assistant?" Xia Qiyou smiled a little irritably, "She has been with you for so many years, so she must have a deep relationship with you, right?"

At first Qiu Ziming didn't seem to understand his question, his eyes looked blank and empty.

After a while, he said: "Xiao Han is a very good girl. But she and I are just friends."

"Tsk," Xia Qiyou blurted out, "That's what the scumbags on TV say."

Qiu Ziming turned his head at once, his light gray eyes focused coldly on his face: "Xiao Han has helped me a lot in work and life, I appreciate and respect her very much, that's all."

Xia Qiyou shuddered; the first time he was frightened by a person's eyes, he was still blind.

"Then what do you like?" Xia Qiyou continued to ask without giving up, "You don't care about appearance, so what about family background and personality?"

Qiu Ziming's tone became cold: "I haven't thought about this kind of problem."

"I said, you are already 25," Xia Qiyou teased, "You are already an old man, and you don't even have a first love?"

"..."

"Don't fool me, I bet, with your face, the person who likes you will..."

"So?" Qiu Ziming interrupted him with a low voice, "Do you all base your relationship on the beauty and ugliness of your skin?"

Xia Qiyou realized that he had touched a certain sensitive nerve of Qiu Ziming.

He was a little excited, because he could finally break this guy's habitual indifference.

He hugged Qiu Ziming's shoulder with the strength of wine, preventing him from leaving because he was offended.

"Of course I'm not a superficial person who only cares about appearance. I mean..." Xia Qiyou said with great interest, "For example, an ugly gentle girl and a beautiful gentle girl, of course I prefer the beautiful one .It's human nature, isn't it?"

"Do you like girls who are gentle and beautiful, and girls who are not beautiful but gentle?" Qiu Ziming asked back.

"I...uh..." Xia Qiyou licked his lips, "How should I answer..."

Qiu Ziming's stern face was covered with a soft light in an instant, "You don't know about your own feelings, but now you are here to be my emotional mentor?"

Xia Qiyou curled his lips, "I'm the kind of person... just live life step by step. My father arranges my studies and career, and marriage must be the same. Relationships are too cumbersome, and I'm not in the mood to figure it out."

"You'll say that only if you haven't met someone who's heartbroken."

"Maybe...I think it's unbelievable to be tempted." Xia Qiyou sighed, "I have followed my father to various celebrity banquets since I was 13 years old. I have seen too many beautiful women since I was a child. Now I am immune to them. Let’s talk about our school’s beauty, there are many boys in our department who admire her, but I just don’t feel it.”

Qiu Ziming was silent for a while, his eyebrows raised slowly, "Then do you have feelings for the school grass?"

"Ahem..." Xia Qiyou choked on the half sip of plum wine he had just sipped, "I'm the school girl, do you think I'm narcissistic?"

"..."

After a while, Xia Qiyou realized that Qiu Ziming was asking another question, and suddenly withdrew his hand on his shoulder, "I don't have feelings for pretty girls, and of course I don't have feelings for men."

Qiu Ziming was still very calm: "Yes."

"What about you? Have you ever been tempted by someone?" Xia Qiyou paused and added, "I don't discriminate, so you don't have to shy away from me."

Qiu Ziming shook his head expressionlessly, "I've been focusing on writing books for the past few years, and I never thought about such things before... maybe I've missed the person I'm interested in, or maybe that person hasn't appeared yet."

"So," Xia Qiyou was a little concerned after all, "Is that person male or female?"

Qiu Ziming's voice was very soft, but very solemn: "I think that emotion is a chemical reaction between two souls, not a biological reaction between two ****."

"Your statement..." Xia Qiyou was a little dumbfounded, "It's too innocent."

Qiu Ziming opened his mouth hesitantly, then sipped half a glass of plum wine.

Xia Qiyou complained to Qiu Ziming about his college life half drunk and half awake.

He has no interest in his major; but he must follow his father's wishes and polish himself into the next president that Xia's expects.

He left the izakaya with Qiu Ziming's shoulders, and came to the side of the road to wait for the driver: "I'm not that kind of ambitious person, and I'm very grateful for everything my father has done. But...but he is too kind to me. Mom ...She left very early, and he treated me twice as well instead of my mother. He didn't even say a single harsh word to me for so many years...I also wanted to be the Xia Qiyou he was looking forward to, but I...I didn't Use... I'm not that material at all..."

Pulled by him, Qiu Ziming staggered by the side of the road, and had to grab his arm to find his balance.