Bye Bye

At this moment, the car door was opened, and Jiang Yan poked his head out: "Mr. Shen, what's the matter?"

Shen Zhi 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's still in bright light.

Jiang Yan's face with exquisite makeup twitched. He knew very well what the puppy in the mouth of the bosses represented. He stretched out a foot and tapped the man's stiff leg in a measured manner: "There is no such thing as a dog 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 is a bit out of shape. The puppy has nothing to do with the so-called horoscope, and has also moved out of Qinxin Garden, freed from the confinement of the Shen family. If he wants, he can ask his assistant to discuss private life with conditions. On the one hand, he has always been your love and my wish, but... the appearance of the puppy 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 his eyes, 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 Jiang, with your voice, every word you speak seems to be singing, can you replace yours?" Is it a lark?"

"Who says it's not." Jiang Yan cast a coquettish wink, "That's a high-achieving student from the Academy of Fine Arts."

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 her red lips, smiling indulgently and casually. Like a fairy who strayed into the world.

Shen Ji's expression was indifferent, and he didn't follow the fascination. He touched his left brow bone, and 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 still wearing... school uniform?

After studying, you have to see what you have learned and whether you have improved.

Zimbabella kicked the stone away, and Jiang Yan came to Shen Ji's side, which means that the art student has officially taken over and replaced him as Qi Yiliao. I don't remember who the art student is after Zibai, but he seems to be a little fat guy.

How could those two old men be his friends, he really didn't want to cultivate activity.

Ziao Bai complained to the air, rubbed the tip of his nose that was blown red by the wind, walked a few steps, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark figure, almost scared him to death.

"It's heavy!" Zizania yelled.

The figure didn't respond, and walked forward with his back turned, the sound of walking was soft, like a lonely ghost.

"I'm calling you." Ziobai chased after him, "Why are you here?" You won't see him sprinting at a speed of 100 meters to hide from Shen Laogou, right?

Shen Erjin kept walking, and his figure was very silent.

However…

"Gulu."

His stomach growled.

Ziobac 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 **** got caught in the clothes inside, I'm laughing at myself." Jiao Bai said seriously.

Shen Ernan: "..."

He walked on without speaking again.

Ziao Bai walked behind Shen Er'an with her hands behind her 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.

"Master Shen, let's go eat wontons." Zizania smelt the aroma.

Shen Ernan paused: "I have, name."

Zibazania smiled, and said kindly: "Then, Shen Ernan, let's go eat wontons."

Small restaurants at eight or nine o'clock, neither too many nor too many people.

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 the bamboo shoot looking for a seat.

The table was clean, but there was a layer of oily light on the QR code at the corner of the table. Zibai took out his mobile phone to scan the code, and took a moment to glance at Shen Ernan who was sitting across from him, who was sitting quietly without any disgust.

"I've ordered two big bowls of wontons, do you have any taboos?" asked Ziobac.

Shen Er'an looked at him.

Ziababi somehow felt like he was bullying the children: "Don't look at me like that. Although we have rented together 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: "Scallion, no."

"Is there nothing else? It's done." Ziabai put the phone aside, rested his chin to look at the lights of pedestrians on the street, he is the protagonist, and he followed Li Jue all the way while reading the original novel. Li Jue pays attention to whatever he pays attention to.

For example, Li Jue is obsessed with worrying about the heavy diet.

To be precise, it was Shen Ernan 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 is not yet an adult, seventeen years old, so young.

The author of "Broken Wings" has never drawn the tea-picking **** Razor Mountain, but anyone who has read the manga can imagine that she is a great beauty. Otherwise Shen Erjin would not be a perfect look.

Of course, his old man also looks like a dog.

Zibania'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 is a dragonfly. Appeared a few times in the comics. 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 Ernan, and they all scolded him on the trending searches.

That was the first hot search for comics.

Zizania still remembers the hot search name is #龙蝞快跑#

The fans were terrified, and everyone was trembling, for fear that their treasure "Broken Wing" would be banned.

Ziao Bai thought of the paper dragonfly in Shen Er'an's house, which must have been taught by his mother to fold.

Shen Er'an in this period is quite good-looking.

Ziao Bai moved the wontons brought up by the clerk towards him, and he brought about a butterfly effect, and the future sinks will still be scumbags...

Moreover, since he changed his number, Li Jue couldn't contact him anymore, and he didn't know how the other party would appear.

"About the rest room, why don't you ask me what I want?" Ziao Bai picked up a wonton and blew it, dipped it in some vinegar, and ate it in one bite.

Shen Ernan was picking his own bowl of wontons, checking for chopped green onions.

Zibazania's tone was brisk, 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, and 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." Zia Bai sincerely suggested that he is two years older than Shen Er'an, and he sometimes treats Shen Er'an as a little brother in his mentality.

So far, Shen Er'an and him are the most active, and deserve the most enthusiasm from him.

Ziao Bai looked at Shen Er'an dipped in vinegar, his eyes unconsciously showed his father's kindness, which soon disappeared, and he pondered the meaning behind his activeness.

Like players forming a team in the game, every time they cooperate, a little intimacy will be added. That is the evidence and significance of their winning and losing together.

And favorability is another meaning, favorability, liking...

The activity is different.

Zibazania's movement of blowing wontons suddenly stopped. Does activity refer to interest... friends' interest in him? His heart beat quickened. Very possible!

Zibazania 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 that he was just a toy for people's entertainment. image.

The next step is for him to overthrow the image by himself with an ingenious solution to a problem, which attracts Shen Er's attention.

The next step is to be Shen's roommate, to show him the privacy and small habits that I want to show, the purpose is to let him see my reconstructed image - not rotten, my heart is bright, I love learning, love life and be full of future expect.

That bamboo dragonfly is the finishing touch.

Dragonflies are the most important thing in Shen Er'an's life.

At that time, Ziobac was only a paper dragonfly away from being sentenced to death. He picked it up carefully without stepping on it.

So what he ushered in was not fists, but vitality and dawn.

In fact, the more Liang Dong said how hot he is in front of Shen Er'an, the more Shen Er'an would be interested in him.

It's a bit like reading a book and chasing a drama. What others describe is different from what you see, and you just want to see what it is about.

So, the mandatory task in the lounge is a qualitative change caused by a quantitative change. The superposition of the previous few times has that effect.

Zibai speculates that Shen Er'an has more recognition for him, and he thinks they are the same kind of people. Their kinship is equal to or not, but they yearn for kinship and pay it the most sincere respect.

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 is reasonable to speculate like this, okay, activity refers to interest.

The friend list suddenly appeared in front of Ziababa.

Whoever ranks first in activity will have a pure gold seal of "Jiao", which looks majestic, quite formal and full of ritual.

Now that seal is printed next to the name of Shen Ji, who ranks second. His activity level is... 37.

"cough-"

Zizania choked on a mouthful of wonton soup.

I'm stupid, 37? Why are you 37? What did he do tonight? Except for accidentally bumping eyes with the old thing and running away, right?

Could it be that the way he ran away confused the old man's eyes?

The inch above Zizania's tailbone throbbed reflexively. When other people's activity increases, it means that they want to uncover their mask and see their real side.

He doesn't bother to spend time and effort to get to know someone Shen Laogou, he just wants to mess with him.

It's just a mother.

He couldn't finish eating the wild rice and white 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. Zibazania 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.

And his body is still a green fruit.

The old guy doesn't like green food the most. He thinks crying and dying is unappetizing, troublesome and unpleasant.

Zibazania fell into deep thought, why should I think about this issue here? That's the big appetite king 1 who made Xiao Lingjie in Nancheng frightened.

The second half of the sentence was said directly.

After finishing speaking, he glared at Shen Erbao who was looking over with his dark eyes, "Whatever you look at, you will be too!"

Shen Er'an didn't understand why this man suddenly erected a burr all over his body. He put down his chopsticks, and there was a layer of wonton oil on his pursed lips. Sewage.

"Wonton, isn't it delicious?"

"It's not good." Zizania's appetite has been affected, and it has nothing to do with the wontons, it's all the old man's fault.

Shen Er'an's eyes wandered between the more than half of the ravioli left in Zizania and his drooping eyes that were smudged by the steaming heat. Shen Ernan paused for a moment and spoke, his voice was low and clear: "I ordered it, try my best, don't waste it."

Being taught by someone younger than him, Ziobai clicked his cheeks hotly, and muttered: "...I know."