At this moment, the car door was opened, and Jiang Yan poked his head out: "Mr. Shen, what's the matter?"
Shen Ji looked at the empty old alley not far away with an elusive expression: "I saw a puppy."
It stands to reason that he should have forgotten it long ago, but in fact he recognized it at a glance. And it was still in a light that was not too bright.
Jiang Yan's face with exquisite makeup twitched. He knew very well what the puppy in the mouth of the boss represented. He stretched out a foot and tapped the man's stiff leg in a measured manner: "Isn't there one in the car?"
Shen Ji grabbed the troublesome foot and dragged him from the leather chair to the ground, then bent down into the back seat.
However, Shen Ji was a bit out of state. The puppy had nothing to do with the so-called astrology and had also moved out of Qinlin Garden, free from the confinement of the Shen family. If he wants, he could ask his assistant to negotiate with him with conditions. In terms of private life, he has always been on mutual consent, but... the puppy's appearance does not match his preferences in picking people, he is naive and weak, and extremely boring.
When Shen Ji thought this way, a pair of black and white, childlike eyes appeared in front of him, with quiet and cold eyes, and his throat twitched slightly.
At this moment, Shen Ji's thoughts were diverted by a warm touch, and he looked down at the young man who was kissing the back of his hand devoutly: "Xiao Jian with your voice, every word you speak seems to be singing, could it be a lark that replaces you?"
"Who said otherwise." Jiang Yan cast a coquettish wink, "That's from the Academy of Fine Arts, a high-quality student."
Shen Ji's leather shoes rubbed against his skirt: "Why, do you still want to go back to the former master?"
"No, I'm very happy to be with Mr. Shen." Jiang Yan curled his red lips, smiling indulgently and casually. Like a fairy who strayed into the world.
Shen Ji's expression was indifferent, he wasn't fascinated. He touched his left brow bone, rubbed the scar left by the last car accident with his fingertips.
I haven't seen that puppy for a while, and I don't know why it appeared near Fuyuan Building. It seems to be wearing... school uniform?
After studying, it is necessary to see what you have learned and whether you have grown..
Jiao Bai kicked the stone away, Jiang Yan came to Shen Ji's side, which means that the art student had officially taken over and replaced him as Qi Yilao's person. He didn't remember who was after the art student, it seemed to be a little fat man.
How could those two old men be his friends, he really didn't want to cultivate activity.
Jiao Bai complained to the air, rubbed the tip of his nose that was blown red by the wind and walked a few steps. He suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark figure, almost scared him to death.
"Shen Er An!" Jiao Bai shouted.
The figure didn't respond, turned his back to him and walked forward, the sound of walking was soft, like a lonely ghost.
"I'm calling you." Jiao bai chased after him, "Why are you here?" it's unlikely to see him sprinting speedily to hide from Old dog Shen, right?
Shen Er An kept walking, and his figure was awfully silent.
However……
"growl"
His stomach growled.
Jiao Bai couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.
Shen Er An turned around, his voice was low, full of anger that was almost ashamed: "What are you laughing at?"
"My butt got caught in the clothes inside, I'm laughing at myself." Jiao Bai said seriously.
Shen Er An: "..."
He walked on without speaking again.
Jiao Bai walked behind Shen Er An with his hand behind his back, swaying like a little old man. Poor thing, this young master is as miserable as me when he has food, he is still hungry.
"Young master Shen, let's go eat wontons." Jiao Bai smelt the aroma.
Shen Er An paused: "I have a name."
Jiao Bai smiled and said kindly: "Then, Shen Er an, let's go eat wontons."
Small restaurant at eight or nine o'clock, the flow of people was neither too much nor too little.
Shen Er An became the focus as soon as he entered. He didn't resent or repel or let out low pressure with a cold face. From the beginning to the end, he just followed Jiao Bai looking for a seat.
The table was clean,but there is a layer of oil floating on the QR code in the corner of the table, Jiao Bai took out his mobile phone to scan the code, took the time to glance at Shen Er An on the other side, the other party sat quietly without the slightest disgust
"I've ordered two big bowls of wontons, do you have any food you avoid?" asked Ziobac.
Shen Er An looked at him.
Jiao Bai somehow felt like he was bullying the children: "Don't look at me like that. Although we have shared a house for a while, this is the first time we have dinner at the same table. I don't know if your preferences are normal."
Shen Er An calmly said: "No scallion."
"Is there nothing else? It's done." Jiao Bai put the phone aside, rested his chin to look at the lights of pedestrians on the street. He was the protagonist enthusiast, he followed Li Jue all the way while reading the original work. He paid attention to what Li Jue cared about.
For example, Li Jue was obsessed with worrying about Shen Er An's diet.
To be precise, it was Shen Erhan in his early twenties. At that time, he didn't like the taste of onion, ginger, garlic, spicy food, seafood, eggs, butter, or noodles...
Difficult to serve.
However, Shen Er An was not yet an adult, seventeen years old, so young.
The author of "Broken Wings" had never drawn the tea-picking girl on Cheng Mountain, but anyone who had read the manhua could imagine that she was a great beauty. Otherwise Shen Er An would not have a perfect look.
Of course, his old man also looked like a dog.
Jiao Bai's gaze imperceptibly wandered back and forth between Shen Er An's left shoulder and his collarbone. There was originally a scald, and he tattooed a small thing there.
The tattoo was a dragonfly. Appeared a few times in the manhua. Once Li Jue was sick and fell to the ground while cleaning, his head was broken and he couldn't get up, Shen Er An turned a blind eye and spared him to go to the company. At that time, there were too many people who scolded Shen Er An, and they all scolded him on the trending searches.
That was the first hot search for the manhua
Jiao Bai still remembers the hot search name was #DragonflyRun#
The fans were terrified, and everyone was trembling for fear that their treasure "Broken Wings" would be banned.
Jiao Bai thought of the paper dragonfly in Shen Er An's house, which must have been his mother taught him to fold.
Shen Er An in this period was still relatively easy to see through.
Jiao Bai moved the wontons brought up by the shop assistant towards him, he brought a butterfly effect, if in the future Shen Er An would still be scumbags...
Moreover, since he changed his number, Li Jue couldn't contact him anymore, he didn't know how the other party would appear.
"About the lounge, why don't you ask me something?" Jiao Bai picked up a wonton and blew it, dipped it in some vinegar and ate it in one bite.
Shen Er An was picking his own bowl of wontons, checking for chopped green onions.
Jiao Bai's tone was light, teasing with the slyness of friends: "I won't tell you unless you ask." He ate three wontons in one go, "It's delicious."
Shen Er An was stunned for a moment, the face of the person opposite was filled with a sense of satisfaction and happiness, doubts appeared in his lowered eyes.
It's just wontons, what's there to be happy about?
Shen Er An took a bite of the wonton, and pressed the corner of his lips down. The filling was thin and the skin was thick, so it was not delicious at all.
"Try some vinegar." Jiao Bai sincerely suggested, he was two years older than Shen Er An and in term of mentality he sometimes treated Shen Er An as a little brother.
So far, Shen Er An and his activity were the highest, he deserve the most enthusiasm from him.
Jiao Bai looked at Shen Er An dipped in vinegar, his eyes unconsciously showed his fatherly's kindness which soon disappeared, he pondered the meaning behind his activeness.
Like players forming a team in the game, every time they cooperate, a little intimacy would be added. That was the evidence and significance of how they won and lost together.
And favorability was another meaning, favorability, liking...
Then the activity level is different.
The movement of Jiao Bai blowing wontons suddenly stopped, does activity refer to interest... What are your friends interested in? His heart beat faster. Quite possibly!
Jiao Bai traced the context of his entire plan.
He took advantage of what Shen Er An learned from the old lady that he was a toy, deliberately fooled Liang Dong in the toilet, and let the other party act as an intermediary to reveal those vulgar words to Shen Er An, thus deepening his image that he was just a toy for people's entertainment.
The next step was for him to overthrow the image by himself with an ingenious solution to a problem, which attracted Shen Er An's attention.
The next step was to be Shen Er An's roommate, to show him the privacy and small habits that he wanted to show, the purpose was to let him see his reconstructed image - not rotten, bright heart, love to learn, love life, and full of expectations for the future.
That bamboo dragonfly was the finishing touch.
Dragonflies were the most important thing in Shen Er An's life.
At that time, Jiao Bai was almost sentenced that paper dragonfly away to death. He picked it up carefully without stepping on it.
So what he ushered in was not fists, but vitality and a dawn of new era.
In fact, the more Liang Dong said how hot as prostitute he was in front of Shen Er An, the more Shen Er An would be interested in him.
It was a bit like reading a book and chasing a drama. What others describe was different from what you see, and you just wanted to see what it was about.
So, the mandatory task in the lounge was a qualitative change caused by a quantitative change. The superposition of the previous few times has that effect.
Jiao Bai speculated that Shen Er An had more recognition for him, he thought that they were the same kind of people. Their affection was equal to none, but they long for affection and respect it most sincerely.
Combining the previous contact and what he saw and felt, Shen Er An became more interested in him and wanted to know what kind of person he was.
It was reasonable to speculate like this, okay, activity referred to interest.
The friend list suddenly appeared in front of Jiao Bai.
Whoever ranked first in activity would have a pure gold seal of "Jiao", which looked majestic, quite formal and full of ritual.
Now that seal was printed next to Shen Ji's name in second place. His activity level was... 37.
"Cough--"
Jiao Bai choked on a mouthful of wonton soup.
Oh damn, 37? How is it 37? What did he do tonight? Except for accidentally bumping eyes with the old fool and running away, right?
Could it be that the way he ran away confused the old man's eyes?
The inch above Jiao Bai's tailbone throbbed reflexively. When other people's activity increased, it meant that they want to unmask him and see his true side.
Old dog Shen who didn't bother to spend time and thought to understand someone, he just wanted to mess with him.
It was just a mother, nothing more.
Jiao Bai couldn't finish eating the wontons, and the blush on his face finally faded from the heat and food.
It's a good thing to increase the activity level. If you reach 50, you will have privileges, and the situation will get better and better. Jiao Bai tried to comfort himself, but he still felt cold inside.
Since this is the way to target that old thing, why not he simply obeyed, did the activity peak at one time?
But what if it not only does not rise, but also goes backwards?
Very likely.
Moreover this tool body was still young.
The old fool dislike eating young the most. He thought that crying endlessly was awful and spoiled one's appetite, troublesome and unpleasant.
Jiao Bai fell into deep thought, why am I thinking about this here? That's the king 1 with big appetite who made little 0 in Nancheng frightened.
The second half of the sentence was said directly.
After finished speaking, he glared at Shen Er An who was looking over with his dark eyes, "Whatever you look at, you will be the same in the future!
Shen Er An didn't understand why this man suddenly put up a burr all over his body. He put down his chopsticks and there was a layer of wonton oil on his pursed lips, lining him like a simple and innocent big boy next door, without the dark dirt of a big family.
"Wonton, isn't it delicious?"
"Nope." Jiao Bai's appetite had been affected, and it had nothing to do with the wontons, it was all the old man's fault.
Shen Er An's eyes wandered between the more than half wontons left in Jiao Bai and his drooping eyes that were smudged by the steaming heat. Shen Er An paused for a moment and spoke, his voice was low and clear: "I ordered it, try your best, don't waste it."
Being taught by someone younger than him, Jiao Bai clicked his cheeks hotly and muttered: "...I know."
