january love

three

Duanmulian woke up very depressed the next day. It would be a lie to say that he is not wronged. From birth to now, his father has never considered his feelings, let alone cut off his dreams, and even denied the right to choose the path of life. Relentless deprivation.

Duanmulian felt like a person dying of thirst, but his father pried open his mouth and stuffed a piece of bread into his burning throat without any reason, saying that he had to eat for his own good.

Looking through the closet, I remembered that I have been wearing formal clothes for the past few months, and the usual clothes were stuffed into a corner of the closet, wrinkled.Duanmulian was even more depressed. No one wanted to wear a tie when they went to the street to buy something.

Although he was reluctant, Duanmulian still randomly picked up a suit with a lighter color and looked less rigid.Drive to a sizable wine tavern.

He doesn't hate Ye Qing, at least he's an adult, it's impossible to distinguish between fear and loathing, he's just not used to being in the X-ray-like sight of Ye Qing, naked, afraid that he will The disgusting self is clearly seen by others, and the small world is watched by others. This feeling is really uncomfortable.

After picking and choosing, Duanmulian finally chose two bottles of Syrah, the darkest and fullest red wine in the world.

He thought that Ye Qing might be like this red and blackened wine, whose appearance is unpredictable, but who is full of black water but can make good decisions... Bad man, of course, this idea is only framed in his head, it is impossible to say come out.

Duanmulian was standing under Ye Zhou's building with heavy steps, carrying an exquisite wooden box containing red wine. He didn't make an appointment, but he was ready to wait until Ye Qing got off work, because he was afraid that Ye Qing would know that it was him who made the appointment, and he would directly Tell the secretary you don't know the person.

Although I also have a little suicidal idea of ​​[since you don’t want to see me, forget it].

When Duan Mulian inquired about the chairman's office, the front desk almost drove him away as a child.

As the heir of the Duanmu Group, he quickly found Ye Qing's secretary.Duanmulian has always thought that the standard for directors in this society is a sexy, beautiful and charming female secretary, but he didn't expect Ye Qing to bring a man with him, a tall man who doesn't look like he usually stays in the office.

"Our Director Ye is not in the company today, may I convey anything for you?" The man said respectfully but blocked Duanmulian's way with his body, he was obviously polite but had an amazing aura.

"It's not urgent, I can wait. May I ask when Mr. Ye will be back?" Duanmulian also smiled politely.

After all, Duanmulian has a special status and a sincere attitude, and the secretary dare not neglect her.

"Please wait for me to call Ye Dong." The tall man turned his back to dial and answer the call. Duanmu Lian felt that this figure was like a wall, exuding a repulsive smell. Those who didn't know thought it was Ye Qing hired thugs.

After a while, the man put away the line and turned around, took out a card from his jacket pocket and handed it to Duanmulian, "This is the address of Dong Ye's home, he said he will wait for you at home."

"Let me go to his house?" Duan Mulian raised his head and looked at the serious expression of the secretary in front of him, he couldn't read the meaning of a joke at all, what does this mean, let him run to Ye Qing's magic cave alone with two bottles of wine to plead guilty?Although it is normal to decide on private matters, it is always inappropriate to go to someone's house, and I am thinking of finding an excuse to refuse.

"Yes, Ye Dong said don't make him wait too long." After speaking, the man bowed and made a gesture of seeing off the guests.

Duanmulian regretted while driving, he really wanted to tell his secretary to change the day or not go at all, but Ye Qing was already waiting for him at home, if he broke the contract, he would be ignorant of current affairs.

Duanmulian could only helplessly tell himself that he must keep a clear head, make a quick decision, and strive to get out of the body.

It took more than ten minutes to drive to Duanmulian for half an hour, and the hand holding the red wine seemed to weigh a thousand catties.With a heartbeat, he patted himself on the face horizontally, telling himself not to be cowardly.

Walking through the well-manicured garden, the three-story bungalow in front of him has a sense of design, but Duanmulian didn't bother to appreciate it. When he rang the doorbell, he found that his hand was shaking a little, and it took a lot of effort to hold down the thing. The idea of ​​turning around and running at the door.

No one opened the door. Duanmulian tentatively pulled the doorknob and found that it was not locked at all. He decided to open the door. The feeling of stepping on the carpet was very comfortable. Duanmulian stood at the entrance and carefully asked the living room: "I'm sorry to bother you. Alright, I'm Duanmulian from Duanmu Group, is anyone home?"

No response for half a day.

When Lianchang Duanmu heaved a sigh of relief and wanted to close the door and turn back, the owner of the room suddenly appeared and surprised him.

"What are you doing there? Come in."

"Ah." Duanmulian almost lost his grip on the things in his hands. "Hold... sorry, I'm rude, I'm really sorry!"

Bite the bullet and walk into the living room, Duanmulian felt that he was going to suffer from social phobia.

The style of Ye Qing's family is very similar to his own personality, low-key with a bit of flamboyance, restrained with wildness, simple with light luxury. The furniture looks very ordinary at first glance, but the decorations and hemmings are well-crafted carvings and patterns. Marble, large areas of high-grade gray on the wallpaper, but delicate embroidery floats on a closer look. The color scheme of the whole pattern is very comfortable, and there seem to be countless details waiting to be considered.

Ye Qing casually wore wide-collared cotton and linen home clothes and walked over with a book in his pocket, his whole person was completely different from what he was in the company.

Duanmulian sat stiffly on the sofa, and said straight to the point, "Mr. Ye, I didn't feel well about what happened yesterday...I'm really sorry for making you difficult. Please forgive my abruptness."

"I don't care." Ye Qing said calmly, took the wooden box and opened it, and stroked the cork with his fingertips: "Syrah? The thick black has a spicy and sour taste, very unpleasant, Mr. Duanmu Seems to have a temper with me?."

Duanmulian squeezed his sweat, knowing that he lifted a rock and shot himself in the foot.

"That...Mr. Ye misunderstood, I didn't mean to offend you..." He felt like committing suicide very much. This man was like a roundworm in his stomach. Every time he faced him, he would humiliate himself. comfortable.

"Drink together?" Ye Qing didn't intend to respond, before Duan Mulian finished speaking, he stretched his long hand over his ear and took the goblet from the wine rack next to him.

When Ye Qing withdrew his hand, he touched the broken hair next to his ear, and calmly poured the wine, Duanmulian himself didn't understand why he was so nervous, like a person whose head was touched by a ghost.

He took the glass that the man handed over, just about to say that he didn't drink, but the person in front of him didn't speak, but he clinked glasses naturally and smoothly, and drank half of the glass of liquid in one gulp, as if the two were old friends who had known each other for many years.

Duanmulian suppressed the desire to escape, smiled politely at Ye Qing, and also drank the wine in his hand, as Ye Qing said, the feeling of spicy stimulation burning from the throat to the esophagus is not at all uncomfortable, but this momentum What remains in the mouth afterwards is a rich sweetness with a slight sourness.

Duanmulian held back his cough and was about to say something when Ye Qing preempted him.

"Are you afraid of me?" Ye Qing leaned over to refill another half cup for him, the distance between the two of them narrowed, and the magnetic voice lingered in his ears like itching.

Duanmulian swallowed reflexively, for fear that he would say something wrong and choose to remain silent, or he would be speechless.

Although he is not good at dealing with people, this is the first time he has encountered this kind of situation, and he even feels that he has some obstacles in speaking with the other party. Every time he meets this man, his tongue and head will stop and tie up.

Ye Qing couldn't help but reached out and stroked his hair, feeling that the little head under his palm reflexively wanted to avoid it, and then stuck it stiffly.

Ye Qing chuckled lightly and said, "Is it so scary? I didn't put a gun on your head, so I didn't dare to breathe?"

Only then did Duanmulian turn around in response, he seemed to hear the man laughing, whether it was ridicule or a sneer, Duanmulian just wanted to see Ye Qing's appearance for no reason.

Looking at each other, Duanmulian swallowed secretly, the smell of wine seemed to rush into his lungs.

It's the first time to see Ye Qing's face so close, it's really... so pretty.It's not that Duanmulian has never seen a good-looking person, but he never thought that he would marvel at how delicate a man's face can be.His heart was still pounding, but he felt that this throbbing was different from the previous few times.

Ye Qing watched his expression change from dull to shocked and then dazed, and thought it was a little funny to say, "The wine is about to be spilled."

"I'm sorry... I'm being rude again." Duanmulian looked back into the cup with red ears.

I don't know if Ye Qing deliberately lowered his body to pour wine for him to talk with him or for some other reason, he felt that this man was not as difficult to get close to as he imagined, at least not the arrogant and unreasonable kind.