After falling off the horse, he was pestered by giants to form CP[Entertainment]

Every cell in his body seemed to be weeping with joy for his sudden move.

But at another moment, Yan Xiwen suddenly pushed himself away, turned his head away, and said coldly: "Don't get me wrong, this is the way the locals greet, and I just do as the Romans do."

Xin Yu was slightly taken aback, and after a while, he smiled bitterly and said, "No misunderstanding, I understand."

"I didn't mean to pry the corner of Fu Yusi's wall." Yan Xiwen said again.

"Huh? Fu Yusi? Have you misunderstood something?"

"Who cares about you." After leaving this sentence, Yan Xiwen turned around and left.

But before taking two steps, he stopped again: "Are you free this Friday?"

When Xin Yu heard it, his heart jumped up: "I'm free, I'm free."

"Then, my sister's school has a parent-child sports meeting, so you can attend it for me. I have to meet an advertiser that day, and I may not be able to make it."

Free time...a hammer!

Originally thought that this guy was going to invite me to spend a beautiful day together, but in the end, who would I accompany?Accompany that villain to participate in a parent-child sports meeting?If this is a trip to accompany me, will I still have to kill myself?

"Isn't there a nanny..."

"Auntie is so old that she can't run or dance, so you should do a good deed and go with her."

What's the matter, has moral kidnapping started?

"Okay, I see, I will try my best to spare time then."

Yan Xiwen nodded, raised his hand and glanced at his watch, and said, "It's getting late, go back and rest, and I will attend a banquet with the organizer tomorrow."

Xin Yu nodded, and was about to go back to the hotel when he was stopped by Yan Xiwen.

"What's wrong?" Xin Yu turned around in surprise.

"this."

As Yan Xiwen said, he threw the items in his hand over.

Xin Yu hurriedly raised his hand to catch it, and opened his palm, and saw that it was a wound ointment for external application.

"Twice a day, remember to apply."

Xin Yu stared blankly at the ointment, and after a long while, looked up at Yan Xiwen's leaving back.

The kisses that were lightly tasted, the ointments that were carefully prepared, and the scars that would not be easily found, were all in his eyes.

I used to like gentle people, and felt that they were caring and caring, so I naturally wanted to enjoy the feeling of being loved;

It was later discovered that giving is actually more happiness than enjoying, because in the process of giving, you will fantasize about the rewards from the other party, fantasize about a sweet future, as long as you fall into fantasy, no matter how cruel the reality is, you can still cherish the happiness brought by that little reward Keep going.

Xin Yu smiled, clenched the ointment in his hand——

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The next day, Xin Yu woke up early, went out to have his hair done and a beauty treatment, and then found the suit that Yan Xiwen had bought for him from the suitcase, and hurried to the banquet after looking good in front of the mirror.

This kind of dinner party in the fashion circle reveals a noble atmosphere everywhere. Everyone is well-dressed and puts on the most appropriate and gorgeous clothes. The female supermodels wear fashionable hairstyles, and they all dress up like Ao Dai Li Hepburn.

And those male models are like giant hormones walking one by one, revealing an aura of lust wherever they go.

Among this group of elegant and luxurious people, there is only one person who is slightly different.

Yan Xiwen.

He didn't even seem to be bothering to blow his hair. He was only wearing a simple shirt and suit pants. The collar of the shirt was slightly open, looking as casual as possible.

He was standing in the crowd holding a goblet, looking a little out of place.

Xin Yu took a deep breath and nervously walked over to greet him.

Hearing someone calling him, Yan Xiwen turned his head and faced a strange face.

The reason why it is said to be weird is because Xin Yu borrowed liquid foundation from a makeup artist to paint his face white, and there is even a slight color difference from his neck.

Yan Xiwen frowned, raised his hand and wiped his face: "What did you put on, flour?"

"What, it's Dai's liquid foundation, it's very expensive." Xin Yu avoided his hand, for fear that he would smudge her face.

"Washed." Yan Xiwen said impatiently.

"If you don't wash it, it costs tens of dollars per drop." Xin Yu refused.

Yan Xiwen didn't have much BB with him, just took out the wipes from the wipes box on the side, pressed his head and wiped his face vigorously.

Xin Yu began to struggle hard, but Yan Xiwen's hands were like crab claws grabbing him and he couldn't break free. Yan Xiwen didn't give up until the wet wipes were dyed pale flesh-colored by the liquid foundation.

"Don't paint these messy things in the future." As he said, Yan Xiwen casually threw the waste wipes in his hand into the trash can.

Xin Yu touched his wet little face sullenly, thinking that he begged the makeup artist for a long time before they agreed to use it for him, and this kid just wiped it off so easily.

At this time, the music sounded, almost reflexively, everyone put down their wine glasses and meals, and enthusiastically stretched out their hands to the person in front of them. The gentleman asked:

"Will you dance with me?"

The lights dimmed in an instant, and the soft and ambiguous lights hit the center of the dance floor with a little tiredness, where there were pairs of brisk dance steps, like butterflies dancing among flowers, elegant and charming.

Yan Xiwen looked up at Xin Yu, and saw that he was looking at the pas de deux on the dance floor, with unconcealable envy in his eyes.

Yan Xiwen cleared his throat, and pretended to ask, "Want to dance?"

Xin Yu quickly put on a smiling face and shook his little hand: "No, I don't know how to dance."

"If you don't know how to learn, no one is born with it." After that, without waiting for Xin Yu to refuse, Yan Xiwen took his hand and pushed him onto the dance floor regardless of his opinion.

Yan Xiwen put her arms around his slender waist, and put her other hand through his fingers, interlocking his fingers tightly.

The music was loud, but Xin Yu could still hear his own heartbeat like thunder.

The strong smell of perfume still wafted from Yan Xiwen's body, which made people feel a little dizzy.

"Forget it, forget it, it's weird for two men to dance together." Xin Yu lowered his head in embarrassment, trying to break free from his hand.

"What's the matter, look, the person in charge is still dancing with the boss of the company." As he said, Yan Xiwen nodded with his chin.

Xin Yu looked over, his mouth opened into an "O" shape in surprise.

Two old men with a combined age of more than 100 years, with all their hair gone, are still walking and swaying on the dance floor with their arms around each other's waist, with an expression of intoxication. To be honest, there is no beauty at all, and even a little funny.

"Okay, focus, if you step on my foot..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yan Xiwen's foot injury was stepped on heavily.

Xin Yu hurriedly apologized in panic, but the uncontrollably funny expression still betrayed him.

Yan Xiwen shook his head helplessly, and the strength of his arms around his waist increased a little.

The music gradually became soothing, like a long humming, which made the restless hearts slowly calm down.

The warm orange lights hit everyone's faces, reflecting gentle smiles.

It can be seen that Xin Yu, who is face to face with Yan Xiwen like this, is very nervous, and his eyes start to wander around without focus, but he dare not meet Yan Xiwen's gaze.

"Do you know?" Yan Xiwen said suddenly.

Xin Yu froze for a moment, and asked "what" in a panic.

But his eyes were still wandering here and there.

"Actually, the moment I saw Brother Huang, I was very satisfied with Brother Huang's appearance and conversation. I was thinking, why do I still feel disappointed when he is so outstanding."

"Who knows you." Xin Yu muttered a few words in a concealed manner, as if to blame him for not being satisfied.

"Probably because the fantasy in my heart does not match the reality, so I feel a little lost."

"Brother Huang is already very good, so don't be pitiful here, just be smart." Xin Yu made a grimace and scolded with a smile.

"Why scold me."

"Who told you to think about useless things all day long."

After the joke, Xin Yu calmed down, looked at Yan Xiwen who was in a good mood, and finally carefully asked the question that had been hidden in his heart and was ashamed to see the light:

"If... I mean, if Brother Huang is the kind of person who is useless, not tall, has a mediocre family background, is worthless, and can't do anything well, would you still like him..."

"No." Yan Xiwen replied without thinking, "No one would like this kind of person, unless they are mentally ill."

Xin Yu was stunned for a moment, then he nodded with a forced smile: "You are right."

He withdrew his hand from Yan Xiwen's: "I'm tired, I'm going to the bathroom."

Yan Xiwen waved his hand, then picked up the fruit snacks on the long table beside him, sat on the sofa beside him and looked at the people on the dance floor in a daze.

As soon as he stepped out of the gate of the banquet hall, Xin Yu leaned on the wall like an old man dying, with the word "mourning" written on his face.

Yeah, the answer to the question is so simple, I feel like an idiot asking that kind of question.

Fortunately, he didn't impulsively reveal his identity to Yan Xiwen at the beginning, otherwise wouldn't it be that he wouldn't even be a friend now.

Thinking about it, he walked to the bathroom door awkwardly, and just touched the bathroom door with his hand, but unexpectedly heard a slight friction sound coming from inside, accompanied by fierce disputes.

But when he heard the familiar voice and the content of the conversation, he was stunned.

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