False Poor and Real Boss

in the bathroom.

Xin Rong stood under the shower, letting the hot water wash over his naked skin.

He can recall the past with Xie Zhihan calmly because he knows that Xie Zhihan is not the main factor that caused him to become what he is today.Her departure was more like some kind of catalyst that drained the last bit of his enthusiasm for men and women.

Xin Rong turned off the shower, dried herself, and left the bathroom.

His life is very regular, going to bed, getting up, working, and exercising on time.He has long been used to this kind of single life, and it doesn't mean much to him whether he has a woman by his side.Lu Chen once teased him that he was sexually frigid, so he just smiled and said nothing.The people in their circle lived a life of luxury and gold, all kinds of handsome men and women came and went, only him, always staying out of the matter, alone.

Xin Rong wiped her wet hair, walked to the bed, and glanced at the mobile phone on the bedside table.Three unread WeChat messages, all from the same person.

The appearance of young people is probably the only ripple in this calm stagnant water.

Yan Fei: Is Boss Xin in the shower again?

Yan Fei: Haven't finished washing yet?

Yan Fei: I want to try reading the lines of a drama today. I wonder if Mr. Xin is interested?

Xin Rong's hands were still wet, and it was inconvenient to type, so the voice replied: I just took a shower.

Yan Fei was reading the script when she heard the phone vibrate and immediately sat up.Looking at the short two-second voice on the screen, he narrowed his eyes with a smile.

It's rare that Xin Rong would actually send a voice message to him!Usually he is too lazy to type the word "good".

Yan Fei clicked on the message and listened carefully to his voice.

After he listened again, his delicate brows were slightly frowned.

Yan Fei: Is Boss Xin unhappy today?

Xin Rong was stunned for a moment. How did he guess it? Could it be based on a few seconds of voice?

Xin Rong didn't reply, he threw his phone beside the bed, intending to dry his hair first, but before he could find a hair dryer, the familiar ringtone rang.

It's Yan Fei's call.

Xin Rong picked it up with a calm tone: "Is there something wrong?"

"Boss Xin, are we friends now?" Yan Fei sat cross-legged on the sofa, his tone was exceptionally soft.

Xin Rong frowned slightly, he only met the young man twice, of course, he unilaterally met him many times on TV.The rest of the time they communicate on WeChat. Xin Rong thinks that the shallow contact between the two is far from the point where they can be called friends.

"No matter what Mr. Xin thinks, I regard you as a friend anyway." Yan Fei lowered his eyes, and said miserably without changing his face: "Mr. It's always my luck, and I sincerely want to make friends with Mr. Xin."

Xin Rong grudgingly said "Yes".

Yan Fei took the phone away, secretly laughed twice, and took the phone closer.

"So, can I ask Mr. Xin what's bothering him?"

Xin Rong narrowed her eyes, not wanting to answer.

"Is it a work matter or a relationship matter?"

Listening to his unsteady breathing, Yan Fei already guessed most of it.

Xin Rong still didn't speak.

"It's definitely not troublesome for Mr. Xin at work, I guess it's emotional. Right, Mr. Xin?"

Xin Rong had the urge to cut off the phone.

But he held back.

With a calm face, he said calmly, "Yes, my ex-girlfriend is getting married."

Yan Fei was stunned by Xin Rong's unexpected straightforwardness.

With an ex-girlfriend, he is indeed a straight man... It seems that the difficulty of conquering him has increased a bit.

"Does Mr. Xin have deep feelings for her?"

How do you define emotional depth?That was Xin Rong's first relationship, and it was the only one so far, without any reference or comparison.Even two people almost entered into marriage, is this deep or shallow?Even Xin Rong himself couldn't tell.

But he couldn't tell Yan Fei these things.

"Mr. Yan has also been in love, right?" He changed the subject and asked Yan Fei.

Hearing his question, Yan Fei's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly.

Interesting, I started asking him the other way around.

"Of course. But it's been more than a year since I broke up with my ex, and I almost forgot what his face looks like." Yan Fei didn't tell a lie, his bad ex, every time he thinks about it, he regrets himself How could you fall in love with this kind of person.

"The existence of your ex is like a broken tooth from the root. If you don't have the heart to pull it out, it will be inflamed and painful every day, tormenting you half to death. Pull it out hard. Although it will be difficult for a few days at the beginning, it will definitely be relieved afterward. newborn!"

When Xin Rong heard his analogy, his deep pool-like black eyes twitched a little.

Perhaps for Xie Zhihan, he was the completely broken tooth that had to be extracted.

"Of course, I'm talking about wisdom teeth. If it's permanent teeth, that's a different story."

"Have you ever pulled your teeth?" Xin Rong asked him suddenly.

"Well, I had my wisdom teeth pulled a few years ago."

No wonder you can say such an apt metaphor. If you haven't experienced it yourself, you will definitely not be able to express this kind of emotion.

"what happened?"

"Nothing, I'll just ask."

Yan Fei chuckled: "How about I tell Mr. Xin the embarrassing story about my tooth extraction?"

Xin Rong has no objection.

Yan Fei then vividly and extremely exaggeratedly told the history of blood and tears of pulling out his lower left wisdom tooth.

"I just heard that drill-like thing thumping, and it felt like hitting a wall... My face was swollen for two days, my mouth was full of blood blisters, and I couldn't sleep because of the pain at night. I got up and asked for ibuprofen (analgesic) ), took two pills. It didn’t help at all, but it hurt even more..."

"After drinking porridge for a week, I ate sweet potatoes and taro when I was really hungry. Now I feel like vomiting when I see sweet potatoes..."

Xin Rong imagined the scene of Yan Fei grinning and eating sweet potatoes with his half-swollen face, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Boss Xin, are you feeling better now?"

Xin Rong suppressed her smile slightly, and gave a soft "hmm".

Yan Fei glanced at the time, it was almost ten o'clock.He flipped through the book at hand, and said softly, "Then let me read a line from a drama to Mr. Xin at the end. Mr. Xin can listen to it while lying in bed. It will definitely help him fall asleep."

Xin Rong's hair was almost dry, he lay down on the bed, turned on the speakerphone, and waited for Yan Fei to speak.

The young man's hoarse and gloomy voice sounded:

Dusk/is the time when my eyesight is the worst/at a glance/the streets are full of beauties/high buildings and streets have changed their usual shapes/like in a movie

You're standing on the corner of the stairs/with some kind of sweet smell/a little wet/strange smell

When I passed by / I realized you were crying

that's when it happened

……

Yan Fei listened to the shallow breathing on the other end, and there was warmth in his eyes that he didn't even notice.

Xin Rong didn't hang up the phone, and he didn't want to, just quietly listening to his sleeping breathing.

Strange to say, he originally planned to play tricks on this man.Unexpectedly, it was himself who fell into it first.

After the first meeting, he couldn't forget him.He thought he was just obsessed with his handsome appearance and those straight long legs, but when they met again, the uncontrollable joy in his heart clearly hinted to him that he was far from just being interested in men just on a whim.

Yan Fei is a person with strong execution ability. If he wants something, he will immediately make a plan and try every means to get close to the goal.The same is true for Xin Rong.Although he was frustrated frequently, he also enjoyed it, which he had never experienced before.

While he was deep in thought, the phone at hand suddenly vibrated.

The screen showed that there were other calls coming in, Yan Fei had no choice but to reluctantly hang up on Xin Rong's side.

"Hello, Mom?"

"Xiao Fei, are you busy recently? Are you free to go home for dinner this weekend?"

"Not on weekends."

Yan Fei flipped through the schedule on the table, he will finish filming next Monday, and he will rush home from the film crew for dinner on the weekend, which is probably too much.

"Next Monday, it happens to be the day I wrap up."

"Okay, then I will call your cousin. He has just been promoted to a doctoral supervisor, so it's time to celebrate."

"He's been promoted again?" Yan Fei said with emotion: "Isn't he young enough to be a master's supervisor at his age, and he was promoted to a doctoral supervisor so soon?"

"you do not say!"

Zhao Lin's tone was filled with a smile: "Your aunt is very happy, their family is now a family of professors. And I heard that your cousin's partner has also been promoted to a sub-department..."

Yan Fei already guessed what she was going to say next, and waited obediently.

"Tell me about you. You are so busy at work that you don't even have time to talk about your partner. Look at your cousin. Although he also likes men, he has a stable relationship with that Xiao Fu. The two of them bought a house with a mortgage. Life is much better. Good. Look at you again, you are alone. No matter how much money you make, no matter how famous you are, what's the use of it?"

Yan Fei took the phone away, and when Zhao Lin finished speaking, he said helplessly: "Mom, I didn't choose to be single. I also want to get out of single, but it's not that simple."

"With your condition, it's not difficult to get out of the order?" Zhao Lin said helplessly, "You are picky, and ordinary people don't like it."

Yan Fei pouted, noncommittal.

"Okay, I won't nag you anymore. So you don't have to complain about me being long-winded again. I still have to film tomorrow, right? Go to bed early."

"Yes. Goodbye, Mom."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Fei leaned back and lazily fell on the sofa.

All in all, I haven't eaten at home for more than three months.After the finale this time, I really need to spend some time with my parents. By the way, the niece of the second aunt's family seems to be having a birthday, so he has to prepare a birthday present...

When Yan Fei was searching the Internet for toys for children, a WeChat message suddenly popped up.

Xiao Xia: Brother Yan, go to the orange forum to have a look!