Be a real Phoenix man

Ye Qingluan never thought that he would move again in his life, and it would be to Mr. Fang's house.

He got up early this morning, hid his tail, combed his hair, and then stood in front of the closet with a red face, picking and choosing.

He couldn't help but wanted to tidy himself up neatly, but unfortunately there were only three or two pieces of clothes in the closet.He shamefully took out the baggy light gray sweater again, and pressed his cheek against the soft wool.

He gets up early.Fang Yibai came earlier.

Before eight o'clock, Fang Yibai knocked on the door.The man looked at the well-dressed young man in the door, his eyes lit up, and then softly flowed on Ye Qingluan's radiant face: "I thought that coming so early would disturb your rest, but I really can't wait I didn't expect you to wake up."

Ye Qingluan blushed, lowered his eyes and turned sideways in embarrassment.

Fang Yibai hired a moving company. There were five strong young men in total. He planned to let them help Ye Qingluan pack up his things, but he didn't expect to come in and see that almost all the things that needed to be moved were neatly arranged. Stacked in a cardboard box, it's lying on the living room floor.

Most of them are the books that Ye Qingluan often reads, as well as several large boxes of novel manuscripts from his past, some clothes, his computer, and two chic small leather boxes.

Fang Yibai probably knew what was in there, so he didn't ask much, just said with a smile: "Yes, just take the commonly used ones, I have the others, if there is anything missing, I'll buy them for you."

He directed the moving company to move the things downstairs, while he picked up the two small suitcases himself, and put them in his car without asking any questions.

Ye Qingluan followed cautiously all the way. He sat on the back seat, hugged the two boxes, and looked at Fang Yibai's side face through the rearview mirror a little nervously.

There was no question or doubt on that face, and the deep eyes with some smiles were carefully watching the road ahead.

Ye Qingluan let out a breath quietly, he suddenly felt a great peace of mind welling up from his chest, then he tilted his head, leaning on the back of the chair leisurely admiring the passing scenery outside the car window.

Fang Yibai's home is in Yujing City on the banks of the Weishui River in Xicheng District, Yicheng City. It is a little far from the city center, and it takes an hour to drive around before entering the verdant and verdant West City.

The density of Xicheng District is different from that of Dongcheng District. It is newly planned, with good greenery, less people and clean, and safety systems such as road monitoring are also installed in place. That's why Fang Yibai felt that there is nothing better than letting Ye Qingluan move here. Good choice.

Yujing City is also in the very center of Xicheng District. It is connected to the city government building in the front and faces the fountain lake of the Weishui River in the back. There are high-rise residences and duplex buildings in the building. Most of them live in dignitaries and businessmen. The security system cannot be stricter.

Fang Yibai's home is a single-family duplex building.After he parked the car in the garage, he personally led Ye Qingluan to the door and took out the key.

For some reason, looking at this scene, he suddenly had a different emotion in his heart, as if this would be a particularly grand action, and from now on, his life would be very different from the past.

Even the sound of the key turning the lockhole became particularly pleasant.

The moving company followed behind, put down the things according to Fang Yibai's instructions, and left quietly.It wasn't until this time that Ye Qingluan truly realized that there were only him and Mr. Fang in this huge house. His heart was beating a few times, and his earlobes were red silently.

Fang Yibai looked at the pink earlobe and suddenly felt dry mouth.He reacted belatedly, shook his head and smiled unconsciously.

Maybe it's not the shy Qingluan who needs to be nervous for Qingluan to move here to live with him, but himself.

It was as if a plate of delicacy that he had coveted for a long time was placed in front of him. From then on, he had to restrain his desire to swallow that delicacy all the time.

So he restrained himself and held Ye Qingluan's hand, his voice was slightly hoarse: "Qingluan, which room do you want to live in?"

He led Ye Qingluan up the spiral staircase with glass handrails step by step, passed the paintings hanging on the wall of the stairwell, and stood in front of the bedroom on the second floor.

In fact, before this morning, he had cleaned and tidied all the guest rooms upstairs, and one room even had the gift for the Internet essay competition he made for Qingluan—a sapphire carved Luan bird.

Ye Qingluan is naturally not picky about this. He felt that his hand held by Fang Yibai was numb. In order to hide his unnaturalness, he whispered: "Just listen to Mr. Fang's arrangement." .”

Fang Yibai arranged him in the room with the blue luan bird, where he installed light blue floor-to-ceiling curtains, bookshelves that occupied the entire wall, soft and comfortable seats, and a newly added desk on the desk. Laptop, and a wardrobe of clothes he bought for Qingluan.

Ever since Qingluan promised to live in, he couldn't help but want to prepare these, feeling like a kid who got sugar.He can't wait to tell the news to the whole world, and he can't wait to hide Qingluan here so that no one will know it, and only let him enjoy it.

However, Ye Qingluan was unaware of this.He just felt that he had caused Mr. Fang a lot of trouble.

"Actually, you don't need to make such troubles, it's too much trouble for you..." Ye Qingluan shrugged at his cuffs in embarrassment, then remembered something, raised his head and asked: "Mr. Fang, today is not the weekend, don't you need to go to the publishing house? "

"Just let me stay by myself. I won't rummage around looking at other rooms. I just stay here and type. You don't need to worry about me."

As he said this, there was a soft light in his dark and bright eyes, the tip of his nose was slightly red, and his two plump dark vermilion lips were slightly pursed, like a cluster of bright flames. Hold it tightly between those lips.

The flame flashed along the lips, and burned into Fang Yibai's heart, converging into a scorching flame under his abdomen, which made him roll his Adam's apple uncontrollably.

As if nothing had happened, he reached out and patted those attractive pink and white cheeks, coughed, and said, "It's okay. The publishing house has nothing to do today, and it's okay if you don't go for a day occasionally."

"What do you want to eat at noon, I'll make it for you." When Fang Yibai said this, the delicate and silky touch on his hands still hadn't dissipated. He couldn't help but lightly squeezed his palms, and his fingers gently touched Ye Qingluan's cheeks. The place.

In fact, he doesn't want to eat anything, he just wants to look at Qingluan so closely all day, oh no, it should be closer.

Beautiful and delicious.Such a word suddenly popped up in Fang Yibai's mind.

No, he didn't know what he would do if he stayed any longer.Fang Yibai glanced at Ye Qingluan dimly, then turned and left in a hurry.

Ye Qingluan blinked in confusion.He tilted his head and thought for a while, then turned around and put the two small boxes in his arms away.

Mr. Fang didn't know what he was busy with. He was new here, and he couldn't calm down to code, so he should organize his piles of things first.

All his things were moved by the moving company to the door of the bedroom on the second floor, where they were stacked one by one.Ye Qingluan took off his coat, rolled up the cuffs of his sweater, and bent over to tidy up.

I didn't expect that Mr. Fang's home would have such a big bookshelf.He stood watching, his eyes sweeping across the room.

One side is a bookshelf, and the other side is a wall with light-colored patterned wallpaper, and an oil painting hangs on the wall.Ye Qingluan walked over and looked carefully at it curiously—the trance painting was a beautiful setting sun, the sunlight diffused from the layers of golden maple leaves, and reflected the crooked branches on the fallen leaves piled up on the ground. film.Next to the dense maple leaf forest is a blue river with a small boat swaying in the river.

The interlacing of light and shadow, the contrast of straight and curved, even though Ye Qingluan did not understand painting, he could feel the beauty, and admired it for a long time.

Mr. Fang is the editor-in-chief of the publishing house, and the collection of books and paintings at home should be several times that of his own, and it should be so.

Holding a stack of books in his hand, Ye Qingluan stood beside the dark chestnut black walnut bookshelf, stroking the delicate texture on the edge of the bookshelf in admiration, lingering for a while, and then put the books on the shelf by category.

Then there are some clothes he brought.Ashamed to say, because he seldom goes out, he only has a few sets of clothes all year round. In spring, summer, autumn and winter, they can only be replaced to keep warm.Especially when a tail grew and his trousers were often torn, he relied more on a long, baggy nightgown that covered him from head to toe.

Ye Qingluan opened the closet and was about to put his clothes in, but when he looked up, he couldn't help being stunned.It was a wide cloakroom, filled with all kinds of shirts, sweaters, windbreakers, and jackets, but it was all khaki light gray, which looked very gentle and suited his preference.

Looking inside, there were actually five or six nightgowns hanging inside, which were the same style as the ones he wore at home. They were wide and long enough to cover his troublesome tail.

Ye Qingluan's heart skipped a beat suddenly.He reached for a nightgown and stroked the soft fabric gently.

Mr. Fang really doesn't mind his identity.

That extremely pleasant sentence couldn't help jumping out again at this time: "Qingluan, what you don't want me to know, I will never know."

He couldn't help but bury his head in the nightgown, covering his slightly astringent nose.

——But, after all, you will know.

Ye Qingluan curled his lips in grievance, helplessness and relief, and sighed silently.

Now, everyone else is at Mr. Fang's house, and one day, he will know about it.

He didn't know whether his current mood was nervous or apprehensive, or relaxed and relaxed without worrying about it anymore, he stretched himself, thinking a little happy and a little uneasy.