Nemesis teases me addicted

It has been two months since the end of the school celebration.

In the month of September, Xiao Yan became decadent, lying on the bed and doing nothing.Except for eating and going to the bathroom, I hardly ever went out of the room.I don't want to reply to the WeChat messages on my mobile phone that pop up from time to time.

the reason is simple.

Most of the messages were sent by Jiang Yichen.

Speaking of the blue and white school uniform full of youthful atmosphere, after the last school celebration, he stuffed it into the corner of the closet.

As long as he sees that school uniform, Xiao Yan's brain immediately runs at high speed, thinking of the moment when the kiss falls.

He is lost.

Last time Jiang Yichen kissed him because of lack of oxygen, what about this time?It can't be hypoxia.

What's more, last time, with a pig's brain, I knew that no one was hypoxic.

Fortunately, Jiang Yichen changed his track midway and didn't touch the position he imagined. Instead, he pecked lightly on his earlobe, with a little bit of heat, and his movements were extraordinarily gentle.

However, this position is more sensitive to him.

Xiao Yan's brain was completely down, he had no idea what expression he used to push Jiang Yichen away at that time, and he didn't know what kind of mentality he was in to escape from the school gate.

When I got home, the heat on my face hadn't dissipated.He lay down on the bed, only to remember that he hadn't taken off his school uniform yet.

The school uniform was roughly taken off by him like a hot potato.

With his face flushed, he didn't know how to deal with the relationship between him and Jiang Yichen.

What should I do.

Until the second month, Xiao Yan slowly released from the entanglement, started to hang out with friends, and gradually came out of autism.

Since the day before yesterday, the voice of the WeChat special contact on my mobile phone has not rang.Xiao Yan has been holding the phone all day today, flipping through Jiang Yichen's WeChat chat history repeatedly.

He refreshed the WeChat page from time to time, but the time still ended until the day before yesterday.

From September [-]nd to yesterday, he had read every private chat that Jiang Yichen sent countless times.In addition to daily greetings, these messages are to report the weather forecast, and at most send a few words about their state of mind, which is not nutritious.

But I didn't reply one.

Xiao Yan had to sigh, Jiang Yichen really had the perseverance to send a message to a person who didn't reply for two full months.

Suddenly there was nothing for two days, Xiao Yan scratched his heart and lungs, did Jiang Yichen finally get bored?

Do you want to reply to Jiang Yichen?

Just as he clicked on the chat box, a message from Chu Mingyang popped up on the top of the screen.Xiao Yan had no choice but to give up interacting with Jiang Yichen and click on Chu Mingyang's chat page.

[Chu Mingyang]: Yanyan, the antique exhibition will be held in two days, can I go with you? [/expect]

[Xiao Yan]: What antique exhibition?

[Chu Mingyang]: It's the exhibition that your dad goes to every year. Isn't that the exhibition that requires an invitation letter to enter?I don't have an invitation letter. [/cry]

When I was young, I often went to this exhibition with my father, and I still knew it well.

[Xiao Yan]: Are you interested in antiques?

[Chu Mingyang]: No[/shy] It's just that Mu Bai is going to that show to be the opening resident singer.

Xiao Yan thought carefully about who Mu Bai was, and it took him a long time to remember that it was the resident singer in the bar.Hearing from Song Tang, Chu Mingyang knew the status of the other party's stage name, and he was even more excited than when he wanted to go to the goddess's WeChat.

If it wasn't for the fact that both sexes were male, Xiao Yan would have thought that Chu Mingyang was going to chase after this little resident singer.

[Xiao Yan]: For a little idol, you became a stalker?

[Chu Mingyang]: You don’t have faith, so you don’t understand~ This is a fan’s fanaticism~[/worship][/circle]

Xiao Yan was annoyed by Chu Mingyang's expression, so he stretched out his hand and typed a few words.

[Xiao Yan]: OK, I'll take you there.

The Antiques Fair is held once a year. Unlike commoners' exhibitions, most of the exhibits in this exhibition start with seven figures.And the collectors are almost all bigwigs or rich second generations from all walks of life.

Chu Mingyang didn't play antiques, he kept staring at Mu Bai, the little resident singer who was resting in the audience, without taking his eyes off, and the song played in the earphones must be Mu Bai's song.

Xiao Yan clicked his tongue twice, no matter how called Chu Mingyang, he couldn't get back to his senses, so he had no choice but to wander around by himself.

He hasn't touched these antiques for a long time. Because of his father's influence when he was a child, he knew the value of some items.When he grew up, he opened a pornographic V on Weibo and was certified as an antique appraiser.

When he was in college, a wealthy second generation on Weibo approached him and asked him to identify a blue and white porcelain from the Qing Dynasty.It turned out to be a fake.To be honest, I was brainlessly sprayed by that rich second generation, and even hired a group of big players.

Xiao Yan suddenly became angry, and after three days and three nights of fighting alone, he was defeated, and he never wanted to touch Weibo, or even touch antiques.

"This is blue-and-white porcelain from the Kangxi period. You can tell it's genuine at a glance by looking at the color."

Xiao Yan listened to the nonsensical words, his attention was attracted, he raised his eyes to glance at the blue and white porcelain on the table with red background, and frowned.

Someone asked, "How much is it?"

The owner of the blue and white porcelain is a young man with protruding eyebrows, dark skin, and his appearance is not outstanding, but his confident appearance is comparable to that of Luo Qiao.

He said a number.

Xiao Yan felt even more headache when he heard this, this person must be a liar.

"Are you changing hands?"

"It's twice as expensive, or it won't come out."

Seeing that the buyer was about to make the next move, Xiao Yan decided to show kindness.He approached and said, "This blue and white is fake."

"Who are you? Are you sick?" Jiang Kuo said angrily.

"Kangxi blue and white porcelain is divided into three periods, early, middle and late. What period is this?"

Jiang Kuo fumbled while touching the blue and white porcelain.

"Don't know?" Xiao Yan continued, "Your bottle has smooth lines and beautiful shapes. It's not the kind of simple and dignified Kangxi years. It looks like Guangxu's imitation of Kangxi blue and white. For the price you mentioned, it can't be sold at all. arrive."

With the same tone, Jiang Kuo remembered it very clearly, pointing at Xiao Yan, wishing he could tear him apart: "The person who spread rumors about me on Weibo is you!"

Xiao Yan opened his eyes slightly, he was bullied by the Internet for three days, is this the rich second generation?Actually met in reality!

Jiang Kuo, who was slapped in the face in public, rolled up his sleeves and was about to say something, when he suddenly saw the people behind Xiao Yan, he was so frightened that he shut his mouth and stopped moving.

"Jiang... President Jiang."

The voice was stuttering.

Jiang Yichen stood behind Xiao Yan, looking at Jiang Kuo with a frosty face.If eyes could kill, Jiang Kuo would have died hundreds of times.

Xiao Yan turned around in surprise.

"This exhibition does not display fake products. Mr. Jiang, please take your exhibits and leave this place, thank you." Jiang Yichen's voice was cold, without a trace of warmth.

The Jiang family's shares have always been controlled by the Jiang family, so just a word from Jiang Yichen can make his family go bankrupt.Jiang Kuo couldn't resist at all.

He mentioned his fake, and in embarrassment, hurriedly left the scene, cursing Xiao Yan in his heart.

In Xiao Yan's eyes, Jiang Yichen seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and his energy was not very full, as if he stayed up late and didn't eat.

After a while, he asked, "Why are you here?"

"Cooperative company project, I'll come over and have a look." Jiang Yichen asked, "Do you know anything about this?"

Xiao Yan leaned his back against the wall, not hiding anything: "My dad likes blue and white porcelain, and he has learned from him since he was a child, and he will study antique appraisal by the way."

Jiang Yichen suddenly thought of the ring that Xiao Yan spent 500 million to bid for.

"So you're interested in diamonds too, aren't you?"

"Well, I understand the color, clarity, and cut of diamonds." Xiao Yan said, "If you have a diamond ring you want to buy, you can ask me for an appraisal."

"I wouldn't buy a diamond ring."

Xiao Yan was surprised: "Aren't you married?"

"The person I like, he has a pair, I'm waiting for him to give it to me." Jiang Yichen looked into Xiao Yan's eyes.

Xiao Yan, who was looking at each other, looked away, his chest felt tight, and he couldn't breathe for a moment.

Jiang Yichen has someone he likes...

Xiao Yan's fingertips trembled, his chest was filled with a bitter taste, and he felt inexplicably irritable.He scratched his hair, pretended not to care, and looked into the distance.

"Is that so..."

The two were silent for a moment, Xiao Yan felt that something was wrong, the person next to him seemed to be different from usual, it seemed that he didn't have the familiar cologne smell on his body.

"Where's the perfume on your body?" Xiao Yan approached and sniffed.

Jiang Yichen stretched out his arms and let Xiao Yanwen say, "It's over."

He was telling the truth, the bottle of perfume that he often used was used up within a few days after the Huaizhong school celebration.I am too busy to have time to buy this exclusive perfume.Since mid-September, I have been working overnight in the company to sort out the plan.In order to compete for indicators, live directly in the company.Finally, the hard work paid off, and finally won a big project.

Even in the race against time, Jiang Yichen would find time to send a few words to Xiao Yan, although he couldn't wait for the other party's reply.

Xiao Yan straightened his body, and said casually: "It smells bad, don't spray it." Without the scent, my heart was empty.

Jiang Yichen gave a light "Oh", and when he was about to change to a different perfume, he suddenly heard the person next to him asking him in a nonchalant tone.

"What flavor do you like?"

Jiang Yichen was a little stunned, remembering that after Xiao Yan returned from studying abroad, when he was taking pictures at his home's charity party, he smelled the other person's scent, and that smell made him feel at ease, like stepping into the fresh nature.

"Green grass."

"It's quite unique," Xiao Yan felt strange, "You actually like grass?"

Jiang Yichen pursed his lips, without explaining.

In the evening, Xiao Yan returned home after dinner, and swiped his phone on the sofa.At this time, Jiang Yichen's news arrived on time at eight o'clock like a while ago.

[Jiang Yichen]: I was too busy two days ago, so I didn't turn it on.

[Jiang Yichen]: It's raining tonight, so the temperature will probably cool down.If going out, wear a jacket.

Xiao Yan grinned, but still did not reply.

Peace of mind.

He closed Jiang Yichen's page, and a small red dot appeared next to Chu Mingyang's avatar on the main menu, which was an unread sign.

[Chu Mingyang]: I heard from my mother that November [-]th is Jiang Yichen's birthday. I was invited there, but I don't know what gift to give.

[Xiao Yan]: ...Think for yourself.

[Chu Mingyang]: I just couldn't figure it out, so I asked you to discuss it.So do you have an idea of ​​what to give?

Xiao Yan paused, but actually he didn't know what to give.

[Chu Mingyang]: The cheap ones are not easy to sell, and the expensive ones may not be liked by the other party. [/tangled]

[Xiao Yan]: ...?Cheap ones are hard to sell?

[Xiao Yan]: His kind of person is the most suitable for fighting Xixi.

The author has something to say: Jiang Yichen: The straight ball has been hit, Yanyan still didn't realize it... (sigh)

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I hope that Bo Jun will smile, I hope that I will never leave, I hope that I will bookmark it, and I will bow and thank you!