I seem to have a crush on the little follower

Zhou Fan snapped his fingers, and strode towards the bar. Behind the bar stood a man who looked to be 28 or [-] years old. The man was wrapped in a gray-black apron, and his beautiful muscles were set off by the close-fitting dark blue long sleeves. It is clear.

"Brother Wu, for a birthday cake, I want the orange and vanilla one that my sister-in-law made a few days ago." Zhou Fan said, leaning against the bar: "By the way, by the way, put some flowers and plants on it, how beautiful it is How come, you are the best at setting up the table."

Wearing an apron, Wu Lang smiled helplessly: "Yeah, it's no good if you fucking compliment me."

"I'm complimenting you." Zhou Fan put his arm on the bar.

"I barely believe it." Wu Lang quickly typed out the cake list, and then passed it to the back through the small window. After sticking his head through the small window and saying something, he came back with a strawberry in his mouth.

Zhou Fan snorted, and rolled his eyes: "It's his uncle's dog abuse, I can't live through this day."

Wu Lang shook his head arrogantly at him with a strawberry in his mouth, and said something vaguely like a demonstration.

This shop is not big, basically only Wu Lang and his partner take care of it. A few years ago, Wu Lang worked in the boxing gym that Zhou Fan used to go to. He was a professional coach, and he started learning Taekwondo from Zhou Fan Elementary I got acquainted at that time.

But then the former boxing gym closed down, so he jumped to the gym in Tangkou District, but he didn't expect to bump into an old acquaintance whom he hadn't seen for several years, and the old acquaintance suddenly jumped up and became a handsome man big guy.

Although the personality is still the same as before, almost unchanged, but the whole person looks a lot more bored, not as prickly and outspoken as before.

"Go, go, and cooperate with me to turn off the lights and make a wish."

Zhou Fan said, looking at the sky outside, the closer to winter, the sooner it will be dark, there is no one in the store at this time, only Tang Le and him are still sitting here, occasionally there will be a couple of young couples Come to buy two cups of milk tea, but don't stay long.

Seeing this, Wu Lang lay down on the bar with great interest, and as soon as he got close to the apron, there was a scent of butter. He looked at Tang Le who was sitting awkwardly against the wall not far away, and looked at Zhou Fan: "Here Your friend's birthday?"

"Yes." Zhou Fan replied without thinking.

"You're talking nonsense," Wu Lang smiled, "It's too obvious."

"Ah?" Zhou Fan turned his head in confusion.

Wu Lang raised his eyebrows: "What about chasing people? It's the same as when I was chasing my wife back then. You don't even know that I was..."

As he said that, the door of the inner room was kicked open with a bang, and an angry thin man with black framed eyes ran out aggressively holding jam and cream, rushed directly into the bar, and grabbed Wu Lang He scolded in his ear: "You think I can't hear you, do you call the one surnamed Wu to try again?"

"Ouch——" Wu Lang twisted his body and begged for mercy: "I was wrong, I was wrong."

Seeing this, Zhou Fan hurriedly smiled and avoided this right and wrong place.

It is said that Wu Lang's partner was bent by him. A straight and tough dessert shop owner has been conquered for several years, but he has a minefield. Hearing Wu Lang call him "" "Daughter-in-law" will be bombed, regardless of time, place and place, they will definitely be bombed to death in a radius of several miles.

Zhou Fan knew that he was peeing, so he hurriedly ran to Tang Le's side, and quickly sat back in his original seat.

"What's wrong?" Tang Le heard the movement behind her, turned her head to look, and rubbed her fingers together.

"It's okay, flirting and cursing, ignore them." Zhou Fan said with a smile, and by the way, he picked up a small piece of cake and put it in his mouth. His eyes did not fall on Tang Le, but he was a little restless floating around.

"The two of them...?" Tang Le was a little surprised, and looked back to confirm.

"Well, they're a couple. They've been together for three or four years. I heard that they've met their parents." Zhou Fan said absent-mindedly, and forked them together again, his mind full of what Wu Lang said just now.

What about chasing people?

What the hell is chasing people, Wu Lang is obviously a gay man, he just wants to take in a poor little brother, enjoy being admired and being followed behind his ass every day.

What about chasing people?

Besides, although he knew a lot of gay guys, his thoughts on Tang Le were pure after all, friends, good friends.

What about chasing people?

Fuck, I'm chasing your uncle's jio base, can it work!

Zhou Fan cursed inwardly, then forked the last big piece of cake and stuffed it into his mouth in one breath. Tang Le saw him gobbled it up suddenly, and immediately choked back what he was about to say.

Wu Lang often helps people make things for birthday parties, so he is familiar with all the procedures, but Tang Le is a little at a loss.

For the first time when the lights were completely dark, someone slowly walked over with a candle-lit cake. The candlelight lingered on the boy in the gray sweater. Stepping on the cloud.

After making his wish, Tang Le blew out the candle in one breath, and the two male bosses wearing aprons applauded. Tang Le stood up awkwardly and bowed.

"It's troublesome." Tang Le said.

"It's okay, Zhou Fan's friend, don't bother." Wu Lang winked at Zhou Fan: "It's just a small effort."

Zhou Fan almost wanted to go up and tear his mouth, but when he thought of the big man who threw himself to the ground in the previous training, he gave up this idea.

After the two left, Zhou Fan and Tang Le sat down face to face. The atmosphere was a little embarrassed by Wu Lang's almost explicit words just now, but Tang Le didn't notice it at all.

He looked at the delicate six-inch cake in front of him with a sad face, feeling that it was a lot of money no matter what.

Tang Le sighed, opened his mouth, and then sighed again.

"By the way," Zhou Fan said while cutting the cake: "In the future, if you have any questions you don't understand, you can ask me when I get back at night. Xie Haotian has been busy with dog abuse recently, and no one chats with me. It's getting moldy."

Tang Le was stunned for a moment, and said, "Really!"

"Can it still be fake?" Zhou Fan put a small piece on the dinner plate in front of him: "Although I chose the liberal arts, I still know the science in the first year of high school. , are you going to choose liberal arts or science?"

Tang Le thought for a while: "Science, I can't do liberal arts."

"Ah? Liberal arts is so interesting. Historical figures and classical Chinese poetry. When I go out to see the scenery with people in the future, I will casually write a lot of verses. What a grandeur!" Zhou Fan seemed a little regretful, talking endlessly.

Tang Le couldn't get his point, he thought for a long time before saying: "I may only think of their chemical formulas and physical laws..."

"..." Zhou Fan paused for a moment while cutting the cake, then raised his eyes to look at him: "You are really a man of science, you don't understand style."

Tang Lewen paused for a moment, and could hardly stop laughing.

Tang Le was so stuffed with the cake tonight that he felt like his legs were spinning when he walked, and when he hiccupped, the aroma of oranges and cream filled his nostrils. Although he was very satisfied, he still felt a little overwhelmed by smelling too much.

Taking advantage of the early time, Zhou Fan hurriedly pushed the car and rushed towards Jixiang Road, but Tang Le stood in the rental building, but he was a little nervous.

The reason for grandma is to go to a classmate’s home to do homework, but right now the homework is taken back to write without a single word, it’s clear that there is nothing to do, so I can only wait for grandma to fall asleep before running outside the door to catch the light in the corridor Write.

He sat on the big rock downstairs with his schoolbag in his arms, looking at the direction in which Zhou Fan's back disappeared, a little lost in thought.

He could have told Zhou Fan that he couldn't go back for a while, and then took Zhou Fan's key and leisurely went to his rental house to do homework, but Tang Le still had a little instinctive resistance in his heart. He owed Zhou Fan There are too many, so much that now I dare not ask the other party for a little bit of charity.

He sighed, looked up through the gap in the window and glanced at the watch hanging in the living room of the landlord's house, it was ten past seven.

It's not too late, but for Zhou Fan who usually goes early and returns early, it seems a century late, but he is not, it is still early, even if he goes back, he will not be able to do his homework for a while, Tang Le bowed his head and hugged schoolbag.

His hand suddenly pinched from the outside of the schoolbag to the interlayer, Tang Le's body trembled, and he suddenly thought of something.

Tang Le was no stranger to the location of Tianxiang Road. Although his usual memory was really bad, he really didn't dare to make any mistakes in this matter.

It was getting dark gradually, and the deserted demolition area was so quiet that it was frightening. A gust of wind shuttled from one end of the evacuated house to the other, brushed against the rough concrete walls, and made a whimpering sound like a ghost. Floating around Tang Le.

Tang Le wrapped his school uniform, and ran quickly along the last route. Soon, he found the stairs where his mother was sitting before. He looked up the stairs, and saw "Jade" again in his heart. Lake District Public Security Bureau" still clicked when there were a few big gilt characters.

The demolition and demolition covered several streets, including of course this small public security bureau with outdated equipment and appearance. It was a head at a glance, and it was about the size of a courtyard house.

Of course, just like Hao Zailai Malatang next to it, it was pitch black inside.

Tang Le was a little frustrated. He leaned against the iron gate and listened to the sound of motorcycles approaching in the distance.

He turned around, grabbed the iron fence with both hands, poked his head to look inside, but the gap in the middle of the railing was too small, no matter what he did, he could only see the dark yard, he pushed Pushing the door, the chain in the middle of the iron door rattled, obviously locked.

Tang Le sighed, it was just a locked address, he really didn't have a clue, he was a little crazy, just about to turn around, he found the sound of the motorcycle that was getting closer and closer just now stopped behind him, Someone in the car yelled at him.

"The one who pushed the door, what are you doing!"

Tang Le was taken aback. He turned around in a hurry, and a 50-[-]-year-old man with a helmet got out of the car and strode towards him. He hurriedly explained, "I'm here to find someone."

The man stepped forward, looked him up and down, and then waved his hand to drive him away: "This place is ready to be demolished, why are you looking for someone, you're looking for the wrong place!"

As he spoke, the man took out a key, and opened the lock hanging on the iron door two or three times.

Seeing this, Tang Le was very surprised. If this person has the key, he must be from the Public Security Bureau. Maybe, maybe he knows Tang Hai!

"I didn't make a mistake!" Tang Le hurriedly followed, and was about to squeeze in with the man regardless. He said incoherently, "Really! Are you free? I'm really looking for someone, and I'm in a hurry!"

"Hey, baby..."

Seeing his thin and small body, the man followed him in. He felt a little helpless at the moment. After staring at his anxious expression for a few seconds, the man waved his hand: "Forget it, come in with me."

Hearing the sound, Tang Le almost knelt down in surprise, and trotted after him while answering: "Thank you, thank you!"

The man walked to a small room on the right side of the gate, took out another bunch of keys from his pocket, and opened the door after searching for a long time. A musty smell came over his face. The man reached out and turned on the light: "Go in."

Tang Le ran in with small steps, and looked around the room.

Near the door, there are two sliding windows on the side next to the door. In front of the window is a desk with a few thick stacks of forms on it. At a glance, they are all signed by flamboyant signs. It should be the security room of the guard. That's right.

"Tell me, who are you looking for." The man opened the drawer and said while slowly taking out the contents.

Tang Le stood awkwardly behind the door, not knowing where to put his hands and feet. He said, "I'm looking for a man named Tang Hai, do you know him?"

The author has something to say: I seem to be stuck in a position that should not be stuck (top the pot and run away)

Not bloody and outrageous~