I seem to have a crush on the little follower

"Isn't it very domineering just now?"

Zhou Fan was wearing a pure black mask, between the mask and bangs, showing his squinted eyes that he always smiled.

Tang Le knew that his face was burning hot, and he felt even more embarrassed when he reminded him like this, but he still forced a nonchalant expression, glanced at him, and then puckered his mouth.

"Hey, let me tell you, can I go or not!" A voice came from behind.

The owner of the voice was Xie Haotian. Seeing that Tang Le was standing in front of Zhou Fan, he stopped, smiled and nodded, then walked towards Zhou Fan, and bumped Zhou Fan's arm as he spoke.

"Go, isn't this talking, wait a minute." Zhou Fan smiled.

His voice was obviously hoarse and muffled, as if his nose was blocked. Tang Le recalled the cold touch of his fingers just now, and couldn't help but frowned at his calm expression.

"Let me tell you that if you don't leave, Boss Zou will give me a slap in the face and leave in a few minutes this time. I'm also convinced, hiss—" Xie Haotian still had two band-aids on his face, and crossed them The cross, as if something was sealed: "It hurts me to death."

"That's what you should do!" Zhou Fan pushed him, then raised his finger and pointed forward: "Go, wait at the old place, I'll come right over, if you yell again, I'll..."

Before he finished speaking, Xie Haotian immediately clasped his hands together in front of him: "I got it, Dad."

"Good son, you're not good at it." Zhou Fan looked at him with a gratified old father smile.

Xie Haotian was so angry that he was fuming, but whoever let himself ask for others, he had to be a grandson when he was supposed to be a grandson, let alone when it was because of his boyfriend.

Seeing Xie Haotian walking away, Zhou Fan breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could speak, Tang Le spoke:

"Are you sick?"

Zhou Fan paused for a moment, but his voice was too obvious and he couldn't hide it, so he didn't cover it up: "Yes, I have a cold and a fever, and you're torturing me. I was still hanging the bottle last night."

Tang Le heard the sound and frowned, with some blame in his tone: "What's the matter with you?"

But it sounded different to Zhou Fan's ears.

Zhou Fan suddenly smiled and climbed up, his eyes were crooked, and he raised his chin to look at him: "Is this your attitude towards the boss?"

Tang Le was not afraid of him raising his head without murderous intent, but just rolled his eyes at him, sighed, but asked again: "How high is the fever?"

"39 degrees." Zhou Fan hurriedly explained, but he still couldn't restrain the impulse in his heart, and deliberately raised his eyebrows: "Are you caring about me?"

Tang Le ignored the second half of his sentence: "Are you retiring now?"

"Retired," Zhou Fan said persistently, "It seems so, don't be embarrassed."

"Just leave."

Tang Le turned around directly, and said that he was about to leave for the school gate.

But why was Zhou Fan willing to let him go like this, he hastily reached out and grabbed his wrist, Tang Le was jerked a bit, and then stood still.

Tang Le frowned, and said in his nasal cavity: "Huh?"

"Don't leave in a hurry, you care about me so much, and you still don't answer my question, could it be..." Zhou Fan smiled, showing his white teeth, he deliberately moved closer, and whispered: "I like me?"

His voice was already deep, and because of the cold, although it was a little nasal, it was even hoarse.

It's kind of heart-wrenching to whisper this in the ear suddenly.

Tang Le was stunned for a moment, and his breathing stopped for a moment. He tried his best to keep calm, and then squeezed out an "um" from his throat.

But when the word came out, Zhou Fan was almost struck by a bolt of lightning on the top of his head. Could it be that the confession came so suddenly?

"Are you kidding?!" Zhou Fan's eyes widened.

"I'm not kidding." Tang Le was amused by his expression, and the blush had quickly climbed up from his neck, and then occupied the entire skin on his neck, but he still pretended to be calm and said: "But what I said It was your last question."

"What?" Zhou Fan was stunned.

"I care about your problems."

"Damn it, you're playing tricks on me, you little brat."

Zhou Fan suddenly opened his mouth wide, and then lifted his schoolbag and the collar of his school uniform with one hand, as if he was lifting a cat, the whole clothes were hung above his head, only the furry head was exposed , with a touch of pride.

Tang Le raised his eyebrows, his usual indifferent expression, put on the red school uniform that was being lifted up now, coupled with the blush on his face that hadn't faded, was not convincing at all.

"It's you." Who made you look for me for so long yesterday and this morning.

"Damn it, the Zhou Family Gang is about to end, and the boy won't listen to discipline." Zhou Fan said angrily.

"Then what should we do?" Tang Le raised his eyebrows and said deliberately.

"The pendant that has been demoted to the boss is ready to be dealt with at any time." Zhou Fan stared at him.

Tang Le was helpless: "Fuck you, I still have something to do."

"what's up?"

Tang Le thought for a while, and didn't hide anything from him: "I... want to find a part-time job."

Zhou Fan paused for a moment, but didn't ask any more questions, but said mysteriously: "Then you have to follow me today."

……

So, when Zhou Fan walked into the dessert shop with a calm Tang Le in his hand, Xie Haotian almost dropped the cake on Zhou Fan's face.

Although Xie Haotian knew that Zhou Fan wanted to chase after Tang Le, but with this cold face sitting there, Xie Haotian was very worried about whether today's affairs could be accomplished.

Wen Ming is the only person in the dessert shop today, who is Wu Lang's boyfriend.

I heard that there is a boxing match in the district these two days, and Wu Lang may not come back in a few days, so the store is busy these days, especially after leaving early and returning late to do business, the fame has gradually penetrated into the students of nearby schools In the middle, more people came.

Therefore, Wen Ming's idea of ​​recruiting shop assistants, which he had long ago, came out of the ground like flying during this period.

As an insider, Zhou Fan was immediately chased by Wu Lang and asked if there were any classmates who wanted to work part-time.

Fortunately, the recruitment advertisement hadn't had time to post it, so he just happened to steal the space.

"What's the situation?" Xie Haotian came here to make handmade cakes for today's business, he came out with the cakes he just made, and looked at Zhou Fan in surprise.

After all, there was no part of Tang Le in the original plan, which caught him off guard.

"It's okay, I brought him here to introduce Brother Ming, if you mess with you, I'll be fine right away." Zhou Fan said, showing the small window.

Wen Ming saw him, wiped his hands on the black apron, then waved his hands, ready to come out.

"Oh, okay." Xie Haotian said, and walked towards the seat.

Zhou Fan shook his mobile phone at him: "The senior said he will be there in 15 minutes."

Xie Haotian almost tripped when he heard the sound, he said without turning his head, "Got it."

While speaking, Wen Ming walked to the front desk.

This man has a book fragrance, which cannot be covered up by the sweet smell of the dessert shop no matter what, like a thick fairy scroll that smells like ink and has fallen into the mortal world.

Of course, this is only the appearance of a fake face and figure. After all, when Wu Lang is around, he can even look like a lunatic.

He was wearing a gray shirt with a black apron belt around his waist, leaning on the front desk.

Wen Ming tilted his head: "Zhou Xiaofan, what do you want to drink?"

"Lemonade is fine," Zhou Fan said.

"What about you?" He looked at Tang Le.

Tang Le couldn't react to the sudden question, he paused: "No, thank you."

Wen Ming didn't say anything, but just stamped the ticket with a calm smile, and handed it to Zhou Fan.

"Brother Xie, what are you doing today? There's such a big battle." Wen Ming put his arms on the table and looked at Xie Haotian's sweaty head and fidgeting with interest.

Because of Zhou Fan's relationship, although they are not very familiar with each other, they are still friends. Because of Xie Haotian's well-known name as a gangster, Wen Ming and Wu Lang usually like to tease him as "Brother Xie".

"Brother Xie is pleading guilty today. The cake is nothing, just put three sticks of incense on his forehead, and then write four big characters - sincerity leads to spirit." Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows.

"Dick." Wen Ming held back the word for a long time, and then gave a thumbs up.

"By the way, Brother Ming," Zhou Fan approached with a sudden smile, and by the way pulled Tang Le, who was stunned, closer to the front desk. Zhou Fan put his arms on the table: "Is your shop still hiring?"

Wen Ming saw what he meant at a glance, glanced at Tang Le comprehensibly, and raised his eyebrows: "Sure."

"Then do you think my friend is okay?" Zhou Fan pushed Tang Le.

Wen Ming turned around and looked at Tang Le: "Well... have you learned about desserts before?"

"No." Tang Le shook his head.

"What about the cash register job?"

"No." Tang Le was a little embarrassed, but said frankly: "It's my first time to work part-time."

Wen Ming was stunned for a moment, but he didn't say anything: "It's okay, the cash register is very simple, I will teach you how to do it, if you want to make desserts, look at yourself, learn as you want, anyway, this is nothing quick, I usually do it myself Everything is fine, just a handyman and a cashier are missing."

Tang Le paused for a moment: "That's... can I?"

Wen Ming smiled: "Don't be so unconfident, I can still trust the friends recommended by Zhou Xiaofan!"

Hearing the sound, Zhou Fan hammered his chest twice with his fist, then pointed at him with a smile, rubbed Tang Le's head as encouragement, and walked towards Xie Haotian's side.

Wen Ming pursed his lips and rolled his eyes on purpose, and then dragged Tang Le to explain the main matters. In fact, it was just something that needed to be operated. It was a bit complicated for novices. Apart from memory, everything else was not a problem.

But the most terrible thing is that Tang Le's memory is the worst.

So every time Wen Ming explained a step, he would take out his notebook and write it down quickly.

"Those who don't know think that I opened a cash register training class." Wen Ming teased, but still praised his serious attitude: "I'll just say Zhou Fan recommended it, there must be no problem."

"It should." Tang Le was a little embarrassed.

Wen Ming patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be so shy, I can't believe that Zhou Fan has such a shy friend like you."

"Ah? Why?" Tang Le looked up.

"His usual friends are more talkative and noisy than the other, and they all have the same temper as him. Seeing the dumb gourd, it's worse than itchy soles. It's nothing, I'm just a little surprised." Wen Ming smiled Said that his smile is very gentle, which makes people feel very comfortable.

"Maybe...maybe..." Tang Le said while taking notes, but he couldn't continue for a long time. He stopped what he was doing, and then thought about it.

"What is it?" Wen Ming asked.

Tang Le still didn't think of it, and laughed angrily at himself: "I'm at a loss for words, and I don't know."

Wen Ming laughed when he heard the sound, his black-rimmed glasses trembled, he snapped his fingers at Tang Le, and then blinked: "Yuan, it's so wonderful."

The author has something to say: Thank you Lizi for the nutrient solution~Bow~