After being homeless, he was picked up by God and brought home to be his husband.

The schedule for the second day was to play polo. There was a large polo field in the Mingyue paddock. It was built recently and everything was still very new.

Yuan Qing was sleepier than a dog after staying up late, and he was floating when he walked.

With two big black circles under his eyes, he floated to the stands like a wandering spirit, and his stomach was empty. Yuan Qing picked up a pear from the plate and rubbed it on the hem of his clothes, barely filling his stomach.

After eating the pears, his butt started to get angry again, and he looked around, and then he discovered with a sharp eye that Lan Yu, who was always punctual, came even later than him today.

"No, you actually come one day later than me?"

Yuan Qing wished he could find someone to capture this sacred moment. He raised his neck and watched Lan Yu walking from the other end of the stand, then sat down calmly, dignified and cool, perfectly ignoring Yuan Qing's sarcasm. .

"Did you oversleep? I've never seen you late before."

Yuan Qing was determined to grab Lan Yu's few pigtails. He moved to the side of Lan Yu's chair with a sly look and asked with a stern look on his face: "Honestly, what were you doing last night?"

Lan Yu glanced at him, took the chair away from him with disgust, and calmly took a sip of tea.

"none of your business?"

Yuan Qing slapped his thigh, showing that he was heartbroken that he cared about Lan Yu but was ruthlessly rejected.

He was about to give Lan Yu a good lecture on the principle of brotherly love, but he accidentally caught a glimpse of a suspicious mark on his neck. He frowned and wanted to take a look:

"What happened to you here? Were you bitten by a bug?"

Lan Yu swung his hand with a precise blow, quickly and accurately stopping Yuan Qing's evil hand. He tightened his collar, his ears turned suspiciously red, and said angrily:

"So what if I bite you? Don't touch it."

"You are a grown man and you won't lose a piece of flesh if you touch me. Are you so reserved?"

"As for."

Lan Yu had a dark face, paying more attention to propriety, justice and integrity than the unmarried daughter in the boudoir. She clutched the hem of her clothes tightly, for fear of being taken advantage of by Yuan Qing.

Yuan Qing was speechless: "Then we even slept together when we were studying. I never saw you being so petty."

"........."

Lan Yu replied speechlessly, his mind turned quickly, he found an excuse, and slapped it on Yuan Qing's head.

"You don't wash your hands when you eat!! You're dirty. You can touch anyone who wants to be touched by you, but don't touch me."

This makes sense. Lan Yu is a die-hard mysophobia. When he was in school, it didn't take much time for Yuan Qing to clean his teeth and wash his face in one go.

He had already jumped on the bed before Lan Yu came in with a basin. Yuan Qing was dumbfounded and asked him what he had been doing outside for so long.

Lan Yu filled another basin of water and was putting on the handkerchief when he replied slowly: "Wash your hands."

It was then that Yuan Qing realized that Lan Yu's hygiene awareness was ahead of him by an unknown number of levels.

"Okay, okay, I'll go take a shower later. There's a lot to do."

Yuan Qing was so nervous that he didn't even think about anything else. If this happened to someone else, he would be able to guess at a glance what posture that person used last night.

But Lan Yu was an absolutely sacred existence in his heart.

Nineteen of the twenty female students in a class admire him, but their unanimous comment to Lan Yu is: unattainable.

Or it's the flower of the high mountains, rejecting people thousands of miles away, and other similar meanings.

But Yuan Qing had inside information. It was one thing that Lan Yu had a cold temper, but a large part of the reason was that he was just a bit outrageous.

Lan Yu usually hits him without blinking an eye, and one punch can make Yuan Qing vomit out all the dinner he had the day before yesterday, but once a female student shows her kindness to him outright, Lan Yu will freeze.

He looked very calm on the surface, and he rejected the offer in a moderate manner, using some of the pedantic rules taught by his teacher that men and women should not break as excuses.

But behind his back, his ears were redder than anything else. At the beginning, he would be depressed for a few days because of the sad crying of female students when they were rejected.

Later, when I became depressed more often, Lan Yu would start to feel strange.

Later, he developed the ruthless martial arts skills of being able to politely reject other people's wishes without missing a beat, and then walk away without looking back after rejection.

Lan Yu doesn't indulge in love, and he doesn't bother to waste energy in this area. He has excelled in both fine arts and literary studies since childhood. He is a good student who can't fault even old-fashioned people like Minqu Xianjun.

Therefore, Yuan and Qing's stereotype of him continues to this day.

If anyone told Lan Yu where he was fooling around last night, Yuan Qing would be the first to rush out and kill him without Lan Yu taking action.

How could he, a single man, have imagined that Lan Yu would live a good life behind his back every day.

Yuan Qing asked the maid to wipe his hands with a clean warm handkerchief, and while eating melon seeds, he gossiped: "Hey, have you ever thought about when you will move back?"

"Come back? Where are you going?"

Lan Yu's rhetorical question stopped Yuan Qing in his tracks. He spit out the melon seed shell and said, "Didn't the gods reject you? Why are you still here? Seeing others and missing others?"

"........."

Lan Yu was silent again.

If you told Yuan Qing about this matter, how would he react?

Immediately kneel down and kowtow to him three times and call him "Mrs. Shenjun"?

Based on his understanding of Yuan Qing, this incident told him that the story of Lan Yu's treason and Zhu Tianshangshen's affair would spread throughout Tianjing.

It's better not to say anything.

Lan Yu figured out the connection. He poured another cup of tea unnaturally, brought it to his lips and took a sip, trying to cover up his obvious guilt.

"I won't go back for the time being."

"What????"

Yuan Qing slapped the table, threw the melon seeds, and stood up with support on the table. The movement was so big that the chair made a harsh sound on the ground.

"You really want to protect yourself for love????"

Lan Yu raised his leg under the table and stepped on him. Yuan Qing immediately shrank back in pain. Lan Yu's thoughts of twisting his head came to mind again, and he stared at him with wide eyes:

"You want to die, right? You have to let everyone know?"

"What are you doing? Do you dare to do it or not? If you let the old man know that you are not getting married because Xiao Xiangshenjun, do you think it will be you or me who will die?"

Yuan Qing's face was twisted in pain, and he almost bit off his tongue. He was angry and anxious:

"What on earth are you thinking? You are not really prepared to live like this for the rest of your life. The old man can let you go for a while, but he will not let you go for the rest of your life!! If you want to be a love interest, can you change someone else?"

"Who said that? I just think I still have hope. What's wrong?"

Lan Yu's words were once at a disadvantage to Yuan Qing for the first time in a century. He felt so guilty that his hands under the table were twisted again.

"Do you still have hope? I don't know who cried last time and said nonsense like 'There is no hope between me and him and he asked me not to force him to woo'. Now come and tell me that you think you still have hope." hope?"

Yuan Qing imitated what Lan Yu had said that day in a weird way, and the awkward tone of his voice made Lan Yu's urge to do something go straight to the sky.

Lan Yu held his breath and meditated, put on a scary smile, and asked: "What if I become it?"

"After you become me, I will call you dad every time I see you! I even wrote you and my dad in the same column on the family tree!"

Yuan Qing didn't speak out of his mind, and he obediently jumped into the trap Lan Yu set for him - with a very stupid attitude.

Lan Yu smiled and put down the tea cup he was holding. He was sure to win.

"Remember what you said today, my dear son."