i really like you

As a result, there was no suspense, and the housekeeper who had the upper hand lost.

When the young master was very young, my husband hired a teacher for him. He has a high level of comprehension and learns quickly. Even if he doesn't touch the chess pieces very often, his level has not dropped much. Only the husband can compete with him.

Except playing chess, as long as the master asks the young master to learn other things, the young master will learn them very well.

This is also the key factor why he dared to propose to his husband to go to dance. He has enough capital and confidence.

The butler knew that the husband was planning for a rainy day, and there were too many variables in the business field. He thought that the young master would learn the piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, managerial management and other things, and then teach him self-defense. If the Tang family goes bankrupt in the future, or he Even if he is gone, the young master can live a good life.

The master's good intentions, the young master will not understand.

The young master insisted on learning to dance, and he was particularly persistent in that matter, because he was influenced by his wife.

Thinking of his wife, the housekeeper sighed in his heart. If she had survived back then, the husband would be the same as before, and the young master would grow up in a good family atmosphere.

It's a pity, it's all life.

The landline in the living room rang. Chairman Tang, the head of the family, called. The housekeeper picked it up and reported the situation to him on the other end of the phone.

Tang Yuan took a BL manga to read, and specially picked one with a large cover, and deliberately held it high in front of the man to see how he reacted.

It's a pity that the man was indifferent, showing no expression of disgust and repulsion, nor any expression of interest.

I really want to tear off his flawless mask and see what's underneath.

Tang Yuan simply gritted his teeth and started discussing with him, "Secretary Pei, do you know BL man?"

Pei Wenjin said, "I don't know."

Tang Yuan looked at the man intently, "bl means homosexuality, and blman is about the emotional entanglement between two men."

Pei Wenjin raised his eyebrows, which meant to ask "So?"

"I like to read that kind of comics, which are the so-called rotten men on the Internet." Tang Yuan smiled innocently and cleanly, "I think love has nothing to do with gender."

Pei Wenjin asked, "What does that have to do with it?"

The corner of Tang Yuan's mouth twitched, damn it, this question is beyond the outline, I can't do it.

The embarrassing atmosphere was broken by a WeChat message, and Tang Yuan left with his mobile phone as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

Pei Wenjin leaned against the back of the chair, his eyes fell on the luxurious crystal lamp on the ceiling, and a few seconds later he got up and walked to the garden, lit a cigarette and started smoking.

Tang Yuan chatted in the small group for a while, and saw the man smoking with his back facing him. He was wrapped in black trousers with two long legs, his body was long and shoulders wide, and his back was so pleasing to the eye. He couldn't help taking a few pictures photo.

"Master."

Suddenly an old voice came from behind, and Tang Yuan was startled. He turned his head carefully to observe the changes in Zhong Bo's expression, and he was relieved when he found no flaws in the search.

Zhong Bo probably didn't see him secretly photographing that man.

Really can't do it, it's easy to kill yourself, Tang Yuan secretly warned himself to be careful.

Pei Wenjin left after lunch.

Tang Yuan stood on the balcony on the third floor and watched the car go down the mountain.

From the time we met last night until now, when the man talked to him, he didn't use "you" once, so it's fine, keep it up.

He looked forward to the day when a man could call him by his first name, instead of calling him young master in a seemingly respectful manner.

Hope that day is not too far away.

Today is Saturday, a holiday.

90.00% of those who go to work and school are in a relaxed state, and only [-]% are still struggling to make up lessons and work overtime.

Zhang Ping originally wanted to have a good time with his dear, but his younger brother came over early in the morning and didn't even say hello before he came, which made his people turn their backs on their backs, both Tibetans and things, and tired him out It's choking.

Come and forget it, don't leave yet.

Zhang Ping had no choice but to find an excuse to take his younger brother to a nearby supermarket, otherwise his beloved would die of heat even if he wasn't suffocated in the closet.

When shopping in the supermarket, Zhang Yang was obviously absent-minded and frequently lost his mind.

Zhang Ping saw the signs, and asked tentatively, "Yang Yang, do you have a female classmate you like?"

Zhang Yang said, "No."

Zhang Ping stared at his younger brother for a few seconds, "Don't look too high, just talk about it when you close your eyes, don't dawdle, or you will come to your senses, the good girl already belongs to someone else."

Zhang Yang's expression was a little impatient, "Brother, you didn't talk about it yourself, so why should I be in a hurry."

Zhang Pingxin said, it's not because your brother and I have been crooked since I was a child, and the hope of the second elder in the family to have a grandson is all on you.

After returning from the supermarket, Zhang Ping found that his brother still had a constipated face. He put the shopping bag on the table, "Yang Yang, what happened? You spent all the living expenses for the whole semester? Or you?" Which girl did you sleep with at school?"

"..."

Zhang Yang scratched his neat short hair, "Yesterday I made an appointment with Brother Pei for dinner, but I didn't make an appointment, so I just want my brother to ask if he has time today."

Zhang Ping exhaled, "You said it earlier!"

"It's just such a matter, just talk on the phone. It doesn't matter if you come, and you still go on and on for a long time. I really convinced you."

After saying that, Zhang Ping suddenly went to see his younger brother, with weird eyes. After a minute or two, he shook his head to himself, denying his ridiculous guess.

A trace of disappointment flashed in Zhang Yang's eyes, his eyes dimmed, and then lit up in the next second, "Brother, don't you know where Brother Pei lives? Let's go directly to find him."

Zhang Ping slapped his forehead, and he was right, his brother is quite annoying when he is stubborn, please finish this meal early.

Fortunately, the two brothers ran over, but they were not at home.

That's gone.

Zhang Ping rubbed his chin, "Old Pei has no spare time activities and doesn't like to play. He works overtime at the company when he's not at home."

Zhang Yang said, "Today is Saturday."

"For workaholics, there is no Saturday." Zhang Ping hugged his younger brother's shoulders, "Let's go, I'll call him later, it's so hot, go back and cut up the watermelon in the refrigerator..."

With his brother's complaints in his ears, Zhang Yang took out his mobile phone and turned to the string of numbers he wrote down from his brother's mobile phone. The note was A, which was at the top of all contacts.

I have not dialed the number until now.

Zhang Ping put away the symptoms of early menopause, became serious, and said meaningfully, "Yang Yang, listen to my brother's persuasion, don't be too aggressive in class, it's good to get second, third and fourth , there is a thorn in the first position, whoever sits will pierce the buttocks."

Zhang Yang said yes perfunctorily, and sneered contemptuously in his heart, he would definitely drag that high and pampered young master down, step on his feet, and let him taste what the soil is like.

Angels do not exist.

That's just an illusion created by money and power.

As Zhang Ping said, Pei Wenjin is indeed in the company.

He took out one night and one morning for his personal affairs. He had to stay up all night and work overtime before he finished his work.

He didn't sleep much last night, and Pei Wenjin's temples were swollen. He couldn't tell which time he rubbed essential oils on it, trying to get short-term relief, but the effect became smaller and smaller.

Pei Wenjin reached for the cigarette case on the table, pulled out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He leaned against the back of the chair, narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly, and there was a thoughtful light passing through it, as if nothing seemed to matter. No.

The phone rang as soon as it was on the phone. Pei Wenjin glanced at the caller ID, pressed the answer button, and heard the clear and pleasant voice of the young man on the phone calling him "Secretary Pei". He kept leaning on the back of the chair , pinched the cigarette away from his lips, and exhaled a puff of smoke into the void, "Master, what's the matter?"

Tang Yuan didn't make a sound and left at noon. It was not evening yet, and he wanted to hear the man's voice.

Pei Wenjin held the mobile phone in one hand and the cigarette in the other, and brought it to his lips for a puff from time to time. He didn't urge him, even though there was still a lot of work waiting for him.

Tang Yuan finally thought of an aboveboard reason, "Come and pick me up to school tomorrow afternoon."

Pei Wenjin said casually, "Master, I can't take Lao Chen's job."

Tang Yuan was surprised by the humor in the man's words, and broke the rules. For the first time, he lay on the window sill, the corners of his lips curled up, and his toes tapped the ground comfortably, like a naughty child, "Old Chen is my dad's driver. ,not mine."

Pei Wenjin still had the same tone, "Where are the other drivers in your family?"

A certain nerve in Tang Yuan's brain suddenly jumped out of the confinement, so his whole brain short-circuited, and he blurted out, "I just want you to pick me up."

There was no sound on the other end of the phone, his heart was beating wildly, and he bit the tip of his tongue in regret, it hurt sharply.

Just when he was about to play the domineering young master to the end, he heard a man's voice from the other end, "Master, I'm very busy."

Tang Yuan seems to have heard the man's helpless sigh, but he doesn't seem to have it. He is not sure. There is a big difference between talking on the phone and face to face.

"How busy are you?"

Pei Wenjin said calmly, "I'm in the company now and I have to stay up late at night, so I need to catch up on sleep tomorrow, otherwise my work efficiency on Monday will drop a lot."

Tang Yuan's complexion immediately changed, and he became very ugly. He wanted to yell, how much work can't be done, he has to stay up late at night, do he still need his health?

But thinking about it again, the man is under his father's hands, and he is working for his father, so he has no position.

After a moment of silence, Tang Yuan said in a bad tone, "Forget it, for my safety, I'd better let Xiao Jiang send me to school, hang up, goodbye."

Said to hang up, but before hanging up, he added slowly, "Secretary Pei, the body is the capital of the revolution, you should take it easy, my dad can not only provide you with the space and opportunities to create the greatest value, but also point to the You have been trained to be the most loyal subordinate so that you can be my right-hand man."

Hearing the beep on the other end of the phone, Pei Wenjin was slightly stunned, put his hand on his forehead for a while, took a deep breath, and slowly curled his thin lips.

"Secretary Pei, let's go have a cup of... coffee together?"

When Lin Xiao outside the door saw the curvature of the man's lips, he was quite frightened, and the voice of the last two words changed.

Pei Wenjin clenched his fists and coughed, and when he put down his hands, he was always serious.