After My Ex-Boyfriend’s White Moonlight Proposed to Me

Chapter Thirty Two

Xie Ning's heart beat fast when Zhuang Yan was holding hands and walking on the main road.

He licked his lips and couldn't help holding his hand tighter.

The gesture of interlocking ten fingers makes each finger of the two entangled together, which is a little closer than a normal handshake.

It's as if the two people's hearts are so tightly entangled.

Feeling Xie Ning's movements, Zhuang Yan couldn't help but curl his lips.

The old hooligan's heart began to move around again. Although he had been meditating to be gentle, he still smelled of molesting when he said it.

"Do you think we look like a couple shopping now."

Xie Ning was stunned, and the tips of her ears became red uncontrollably again.

There were a lot of people on the street at this time. There was a music square not far in front. There happened to be activities today, and a lot of people passed by them.

After same-sex marriage is legal, same-sex couples are not as hidden as they used to be, and they are no longer paid attention to on the road.

But seeing Zhuang Yan and Xie Ning, others subconsciously glanced more.

Without him, two handsome guys of this level and this appearance walking together, how can they be too eye-catching.

Zhuang Yan leaned into his ear and whispered, "They must think we are a couple when they see us like this. No one would have thought that I would follow you namelessly, alas..."

He pretended to sigh, and the warm breath swept across Xie Ning's earlobes, making him even more embarrassed: "Stop talking."

Xie Ning's face is so thin that he can't stand a few moles of teasing from him, and he can't learn to fight back.

Zhuang Yan was afraid of scaring people away, so he chuckled, and he didn't say anything anymore.

Today Xie Ning learned the lesson, dressed fully armed, and did not give Zhuang Yan any chance to show courtesy.

I don't know how the light-colored plush coat was designed. The hat was wrapped in a circle of fluff, and there were two **** at the neckline, dangling with his movements.

Zhuang Yan stared at the two **** for a while, and said to his heart, children's clothes are not designed so cute.

He remembers that Xie Ning's clothes are still good, and every match is refreshing. Today is probably the way... plush keeps warm?

He nodded in satisfaction.

Xie Ning's body looks too thin. Even if he wears a lot, it won't be round like a ball. On the contrary, it is fluffy and too cute.

The two followed the crowd to the Music Square.

There was probably a band performing on the stage in the middle, crowded in a dark circle.

Zhuang Yan knew that Xie Ning didn't like crowded places, so he didn't take him to squeeze the crowd. He found a location not too far away and heard the faint sound of music.

The stage of the performance was not very high. Xie Ning looked curiously, but only saw one head after another, which was disappointing.

Zhuang Yan chuckled, "I have a way to let you see the people inside."

Xie Ning was curious: "What way?"

Zhuang Yan said slowly: "You can sit on my shoulders, and I will lift you up, you can see."

As an art worker, Xie Ning quickly filled the picture in his mind after listening to his description.

Then Xie Ning glared at him: "Do you treat me as a child!"

And how could Zhuang Yan be able to move him with such a big person.

Zhuang Yan continued to tease him: "Would you like to try, I am very powerful, I think I can definitely pick you up."

Xie Ning pursed his mouth, don't ignore him.

"Is this the first time you came to visit the square at night?" Zhuang Yan couldn't help asking as he watched him probe his head with curiosity in his eyes.

Xie Ning replied, "Yes."

"I don't like to go out very much." He said slowly, "I like to stay home and paint when I have time. Especially at night, I will always be more inspired."

Zhuang Yan: "Do you art workers like to do creative work in the middle of the night? I know a screenwriter who can't write a single word when scratching his head during the day. At two or three o'clock in the morning, there is a sudden rush of writing, and the writing is screaming."

Xie Ning thought for a while: "It's quieter at night, and there are few people to bother me, so the creative inspiration will be a little bit more than during the day, but it depends on people...I'm fine, usually I go to bed around 12 o'clock."

12 o'clock is not too late, and the work and rest are fairly healthy. Sometimes Zhuang Yan himself is often busy until the early hours of the next morning for film editing, and has no position to teach others.

Zhuang Yan said: "Although I really want to show you a little bit of experience,...I'm actually here for the first time."

Xie Ning looked over curiously: "Are you here for the first time?"

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "You forgot how long I have been abroad. The changes in China have been quite big in recent years. I might not be as familiar with you here."

Xie Ning just remembered that this person next to him was a "returnee" who had not returned to China for a long time.

"It's all good for the first time." Zhuang Yan said, "We still have a long way to go, and there is still a long time to live together. We can create countless firsts that belong to each other. "

On the stage, the singer's crisp voice came from the stereo, but it failed to cover Zhuang Yan's deep voice.

He asked seriously: "Does this sound particularly romantic?"

The sound of rock instruments rang, like Xie Ning's rumbling heartbeat.

He thought, Zhuang Yan is worthy of being a director who specializes in literary and artistic films. Such a simple thing, an ordinary sentence, after his mouth, suddenly became romantic.

"Very romantic." Xie Ning replied earnestly, her fingers trembling slightly involuntarily.

Zhuang Yan thought he had been blown cold by the wind, so he glanced around, and finally found a coffee shop that looked rather high-end and elegant.

The coffee shop was air-conditioned, and when I opened the door, my whole body became warm.

This coffee shop is a little bourgeoisie, with wooden design, soft sofas, light white tones... In the center of the lobby is a grand piano with ulterior motives, and a few green plants on the corners and corners. There are floor-to-ceiling bookcases on which various types of magazines are placed.

The design is unique and does not appear deliberate, which can poke the hearts of most literary and artistic youths.

There was a small box on the second floor. Zhuang Yan was burdened. He was not the type who could drink coffee in the lobby. He decisively took Xie Ning to the second floor.

He ordered a cup of hot milk according to Xie Ning's taste, and picked out a few small cakes.

Pushing the window from the second floor to look out, you can just see the crowd in the Music Square. Although it is a little far apart, the angle of overlooking is also different.

"To be honest, this is the first time I have come to this kind of roadside coffee shop." Zhuang Yan's hands were loosely placed on the table.

In the past, when others wanted to invite him to drink coffee, it would have to be reminded three times and four times. When he nodded and agreed, he would find a top cafe and sit down for an hour or two.

Xie Ning slowly listened to him, and occasionally laughed out: "Not at all grounded."

Zhuang Yan pays attention to elegance everywhere, and the words tackiness and local spirit have nothing to do with him for eight lifetimes.

Someone once complained about whether he would drink a glass of cold white water, he had to choose the snow melted from the mountains, filled it in a delicate porcelain bowl, and adorned with a few petals.

Zhuang Yan: "..."

Zhuang Yan: "Don't believe these words, they are making fun of me by spreading falsehoods. Each one is more exaggerated than Mary Su in the novel."

Xie Ning remembered that Zhuang Yan was dragged by him to the casserole restaurant near X University. He was out of attire and temperament, but he accompanied him to finish eating a little bit.

The freshly ground coffee was served for a long time. Zhuang Yan added a sugar cube, mixed it with a spoon, and took a sip: "But with you, I don't mind what I do."

Xie Ning blinked and heard Zhuang Yan continue to say, "Probably because this is the first time I like someone."

Xie Ning was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously followed, "I am also the first time..."

"What's the first time?" Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows, put the spoon on the cup, and a crisp sound hit the bottom of the cup. He asked in a low voice, "Is this the first time you like someone?"

Xie Ning nodded, then as if thinking of something, he was stunned again.

Xu Qing...

He seems to have never explained his relationship with Xu Qing to Zhuang Yan.

Zhuang Yan hadn't mentioned anything related to Xu Qing in front of him all the time, as if he was deliberately avoiding this person.

So Xie Ning subconsciously forgot Xu Qing behind his head.

Xie Ning pursed her lips.

But everyone knows that Xu Qing is his ex-boyfriend.

Zhuang Yan... Does he really mind Xu Qing?

Would Zhuang Yan not believe what he said just now, thinking he was lying to him...

Xie Ning's breathing became short, and his heart aches for no reason.

"You..." His hands under the table tightened the corners of his clothes, but he affirmed Zhuang Yan's words in a particularly serious tone, "You are the first person I like. I didn't lie to you."

He racked his brains to organize the language, trying to make himself explain more clearly: "Xu Qing, Xu Qing's things are not what you think..."

Zhuang Yan was taken aback for a moment: "What I thought?"

Xie Ning had no idea that Zhuang Yan had asked Qi Rui to inquire about him, only when Zhuang Yan had missed it, and eagerly reached out and took Zhuang Yan's sleeve: "I have never liked him."

Even though he had guessed it, Zhuang Yan's heart softened after hearing Xie Ning's own words.

The corners of his lips were also hooked uncontrollably.

Instead, he held Xie Ning's slightly trembling hand, soothed: "Don't worry, speak slowly, I'm listening."

Xie Ning took a deep breath: "I was with him, yes, for a reason."

Zhuang Yan: "Well, I know."

Xie Ning was taken aback again: "You know?"

"I guessed it." Zhuang Yan looked down and smiled, "Actually, I know you have nothing to do with him, although I don't know the reason, but if I want to check, I can definitely check it out."

"It's just that I want to hear you tell me in person."

Xie Ning's eyes turned red quickly.

He lowered his head and took two deep breaths, and said with a dry voice: "Xu Qing...at that time chased me for two years, I, I have never paid attention to him. After graduating from college, my mother...my mother has been introducing me to women. My child, she has a very tough attitude. Sometimes she says to invite me to have a meal. When I arrived, I found out that she brought others over... I, I don’t like this very much."

The more he talked, the drier his throat became, and Zhuang Yan handed the milk to him intimately: "Don't worry, take a sip to moisturize your throat first."

Xie Ning licked her dry lips, drank two mouthfuls of milk obediently, and her voice eased: "One time, my mother tried to trick me out of a blind date and was hit by Xu Qing. He pretended to be My boyfriend helped me through the siege... Then somehow, the incident spread, and they all said that I was dating Xu Qing."

Zhuang Yanyi: "You haven't clarified?"

He regretted it when he said it.

I asked this question too quickly, because Xie Ning's temperament that "everything has nothing to do with me" is not someone who cares about these rumors.

Sure enough, Xie Ning lowered her head: "I...I didn't care."

Zhuang Yan nodded, did not show any displeased expressions, and made an appearance as if he was just asking casually.

Xie Ning was nervous, and then explained: "Later I found it was very convenient... In the name of Xu Qing, my mother and my mother no longer forced me like they did before, and there are more reasons for my refusal, and then Xu Qing found me and asked if I could give him a chance...he said..."

Xu Qing was affectionate and said that he hoped Xie Ning would give him a chance to try with him.

He said a lot of things, what is just being together first in name, he will not persecute Xie Ning, whatever Xie Ning will do, etc.

Xie Ning happened to need an excuse to reject Xia Wan. Hearing Xu Qing's rhetoric, she couldn't help but feel moved.

Zhuang Yan took another sip of coffee and asked as calmly as possible: "So you agreed?"

Xie Ning shook his head: "I was a little hesitant at that time. Later Yan Xi told me that he hoped that I would stop being closed, and have more contact with others, and let me try to respond to other people's feelings. He thought that Xu Qing was pretty good. ..."

"Yan Xi?" Zhuang Yan couldn't help grinding his teeth. He didn't expect that Yan Xi would still have a foot here.

Xie Ning shrank his neck and explained to his friend: "He was too miserable at that time, but later regretted that he was blind, and kept persuading me to break up with Xu Qing."

Zhuang Yan snorted: "He is quite blind."

Even with the identity of a boyfriend, Xie Ning's attitude towards Xu Qing remains as cold as ever.

He has no feelings for Xu Qing.

Later, Xu Qing probably felt that there was no sweetness in Xie Ning's place, and began to expose his nature, spending a lot of time outside, and his fame spread all over.

Xie Ning also mentioned breaking up with Xu Qing, but Xu Qing didn't know how to think about it, and was unwilling to live or die.

And Xie Ning used Xu Qing's nameless boyfriend as a shield, and the effect was not bad. He didn't care about Xu Qing's reputation outside, so the attitude of breaking up was not very firm.

Xie Ning once thought that he would never like anyone in his life, nor would he be with anyone.

He thought he would spend this life alone, so his nominal boyfriend, as long as it does not interfere with his life, whether it is Zhang San or Li Si, what does it have to do with him?

After hearing him talk about the cause and effect, Zhuang Yan let out a long breath.

"Then do you still need a shield now? I think I might be hundreds of times better than Xu Qing." He looked at Xie Ning's nervous expression and wanted to enliven the atmosphere, so he couldn't help but joked.

Xie Ning was taken aback for a moment, then slowly blushed: "...no need."

Zhuang Yan showed a disappointed expression.

Xie Ning whispered, "You are not a shield."

Zhuang Yan asked: "Then what am I?"

Xie Ning said seriously: "If... if I promise you, I must really want to be with you, not as a shield."

Zhuang Yan felt warm and couldn't help rubbing his head: "I know. I just joked with you."

After a pause, he asked melancholy: "I don't know when I will wait until the day you respond."

The milk in Xie Ning's glass was about to bottom out, and he pursed his lips.

"It's okay." Zhuang Yan smiled, "You take your time to think about it. It doesn't matter how long I wait. I will chase you for two years."

Who knows that Xie Ning subconsciously refuted: "It won't be so long..."

Zhuang Yan looked at him in surprise, and Xie Ning suddenly stopped talking.

Zhuang Yan didn't want to force him, so he remembered something in his heart and couldn't help asking: "The tattoo on that wrist is engraved with a bird. Does it mean anything?"

He thought this tattoo had something to do with Xu Qing, but now listening to Xie Ning's explanation, it shouldn't be the case.

Although Xie Ning is an art lover, he doesn't seem to be someone who can get tattoos.

Zhuang Yan has been curious about this tattoo for a long time.

Xie Ning heard the words, but cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his heart beat quickly, his hands were tightly holding the cup wall, and his finger bones showed a little blue.

He said with difficulty: "...Tattoos?"

"I saw it by accident when you were drunk that day." Zhuang Yan explained, "bird, does it have any special meaning?"

Xie Ning was silent for a while, breathing a little bit to calm down.

"There is no special meaning." He said.

"It means freedom and unfettered."

The author has something to say: 　　 Zhuangzhuang: This is my first time.

Ningning:...Me, me too.

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Every day I feel that I can finish the plot of this chapter with 3000 words, and then I exceed the number of words every day...

The new January is here, and the greedy author wants the nutrient solution you love, will he be satisfied? qaq

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