Wang Zihe saw this smiling face and felt happy.

In fact, for the past month, Wang Zihe has been watching An Yi secretly, knowing that he has wanted to eat the beef noodles here for a long time, so the two walked side by side to the school gate, chatting while walking.

An Yi: "Why do you come to Shangda with your scores?"

Wang Zihe stopped and looked down at him, the smile on his face seemed a little...

An Yi almost felt that he would say: because of you.

Fortunately not.

Wang Zihe: "I quarreled with my father. This is the place where I was born, and I still have some property, so I came here." After a pause, he continued to move forward, "I have serious sleep disorders at night. Syndrome, I drank too much in the bar that day, luckily I met you."

An Yi's heart skipped a beat, and he looked up at the people around him. Unexpectedly, Wang Zihe still remembered what happened that day, and at this moment he turned his head, and the eyes of the two collided like that. He hurriedly looked away and said, "That's a coincidence. coincide."

Wang Zihe smiled calmly: "Probably."

The campus in May is full of youthfulness. Two young people walked side by side along the school road, sometimes talking and sometimes silent.

The summer wind whipped up An Yi's soft hair, and Wang Zihe turned his head to look at him from time to time, and saw his fair face and downturned eyebrows, no matter how comfortable he looked.Recalling that day, Wang Zihe was shocked when he saw that man comforting him gently in the hospital surveillance. He did not expect that he would feel dependent on a strange man. He was curious, so he asked his father to transfer himself to Come to Shangda.

It was the first time I saw An Yi in the classroom. He was lively, clever, warm and cheerful. Looking at him so closely now, it turns out that he is really good-looking.

"Here we are." An Yi stood still, looked up at the store, and swallowed hard.

Wang Zihe retracted his gaze, and followed his gaze to see the signboard: an old-fashioned private beef gourmet restaurant.

As soon as An Yi entered, he ordered two sets of beef noodles first, and said: "Boss, one of the bowls of beef noodles should be more spicy."

"Can you eat spicy food?" Wang Zihe was a little worried, "You just had a stomachache."

An Yi blinked at him, and smiled mysteriously, "I can't tell, I can eat spicy food very well."

The two found a quiet corner to sit down, Wang Zihe didn't like this kind of small shop very much, sitting was a bit cramped, but seeing An Yi's happy appearance, he felt a little fond of this place.

An Yi put the schoolbag on the table, and a few corners of books were exposed from it. Wang Zihe pretended to be casual and rolled his eyes, and asked, "Is there any big event for your student union?"

"Yeah..." An Yi's face darkened suddenly, and his eyes were a little unconfident, "It's an exchange seminar. Senior Cai will invite several celebrities from the city's business circles to participate, and let me make a plan for you. He. I never did it, and I was so worried that if the planning was not good, it would affect the reputation of the school, so there was a lot of pressure."

"Does he listen to Cai Mingtao very much?"

"He is the president of the student union, of course I have to listen to him."

"You were with him at noon, right?"

An Yi felt that the other party's eyes were a bit unkind, but when he thought of the plan, he lost all thoughts, so he hummed sullenly: "His organizational skills are very strong. He told me a lot at noon, but I seemed to be I can't remember either."

Wang Zihe snorted and said, "Aren't you the chairman of the student union? In my eyes, you are better than him. Also, don't worry about this, I will help you."

An Yi looked up, thinking he heard it wrong, but saw Wang Zihe's mouth slightly raised, with a confident smile, he immediately asked: "Have you ever done a plan?"

"of course."

"Great!"

"However, I have a condition."

An Yi looked at him quietly, waiting for him to speak.

Wang Zihe suddenly took An Yi's hand and said: "From today on, I want to live with you, let me hold your hand at night, just like in the hospital, I can sleep well at night , I have the energy to write plans for you during the day.”

An Yi withdrew his hand reflexively, moved the chair back, looked at the opposite person vigilantly, stared at his face with a strange expression, and asked carefully: "Wang Zihe, are you Gay, right?"

Wang Zihe laughed suddenly, stared at the other person's face again, and said seriously: "An Yi, I am sick, and you are my medicine, so let's help each other once, shall we?"

An Yi was a little skeptical, when the waiter brought the noodles, the spicy beef noodles were so tempting, he decided to feed his stomach first.

Wang Zihe watched him eat the noodles with big mouthfuls, sticking out his tongue and fanning the wind with his hands when he was so hot, his face was red, very cute.Wang Zihe asked for some cold water, poured a cup and put it on the table, An Yi picked up the cup to drink water while eating the noodles, and soon a big bowl of noodles was drained.

After eating almost, An Yi realized that the noodles in Wang Zihe's bowl had hardly been touched, so he asked, "Why don't you eat?"

Wang Zihe shrugged: "I wasn't very hungry at first, but I'm a little hungry now seeing you eat so deliciously." As he spoke, he picked up a few chopsticks and sucked them into his mouth, biting slowly and carefully. As he ate his noodles, he asked, "What do you think of my suggestion?"

An Yi, who was full of food and drink, looked at Wang Zihe, who was eating very elegantly, and felt that he didn't look like a bad person, he must be really sick, so he said, "Well, it's only three days anyway."

Wang Zihe raised his eyebrows: "Three days?"

"Senior Cai only gives me three days to make plans, and after three days you have to move out of my place. I'm not used to living with strangers."

Wang Zihe nodded, wiped the corners of his mouth after eating the noodles, and said, "Okay, just three days, unless you don't let me go when the time comes."

An Yi shook his head in his heart, why is this person so narcissistic, well, why did I let you stay in my place and eat and drink for nothing.

Wang Zihe stretched out his hand: "Give me the phone."

An Yi obediently took out his mobile phone, thinking that he was going to make a call, but unexpectedly, the man returned it after pressing a few quick presses on his mobile phone, saying: "I added my phone number, QQ, and WeChat to your account. It's in the phone, I will find you in the future, you have to get back to me as soon as possible."

"I usually don't answer the phone when the convenience store is at work."

"Okay, I will try not to call you when you are working part-time. I will go directly to the store to find you if I have anything to do."

An Yi: ...

After eating noodles, the two parted ways, Wang Zihe was going to play basketball, and agreed to go to An Yi's house after training.An Yi went back first, anyway, there were only two classes in the afternoon, and counting the time, the second class was almost over.

After returning home, An Yi turned on the computer and studied it for two hours, but he only thought about it. At this time, someone knocked on the door. He scratched the back of his head with his hands, and stood up helplessly to open the door. Bao, the handsome Wang Zihe with headphones.

"come in."

Wang Zihe looked at An Yi's lifeless face, and immediately guessed what kind of plan he was planning, so he went into the room to put down his bag, took off his earphones, and followed him directly into the study.

After looking at the computer screen twice, Wang Zihe was a little surprised: "Don't tell me, you did this in two hours?"

An Yi rolled his eyes at him: "Why, is there something wrong?"

"It's very wrong. What you're doing is not event planning at all, but a running account." Wang Zihe helplessly stroked his bird's nest-like hair, pulled him up, and said, "Go, wash your face well, and change your clothes." Go to work, leave it to me." After speaking, he sat down in front of the computer, his fingers fluttering and jumping between the keyboards.

An Yi looked at the ten slender and fair fingers, and then at his own, feeling unbalanced in his heart: Why is the hand that plays basketball every day better-looking than his, who lives indoors every day?

Really, there is no harm without comparison.

"What skin care products do you use?"

Wang Zihe looked back at him puzzled, only to find that An Yi was staring at his fingers, he immediately understood, and smiled evilly: "Your skin is already considered good among boys, my skin color is inherited My mother, she was born." Then, he stood up, leaned close to An Yi's ear, almost biting his ear and said, "Actually, the meat inside me is more interesting, do you want to see it?"

An Yi kicked him away, replied with a cold face and loudly: "I'm not interested." Then he turned around and walked out the door.

Hearing that the door was slammed shut, Wang Zihe glanced at the door, smiled, turned to look at the computer, and looked up the information seriously.

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