baby miss me today

The next day, on a certain island in the Pacific Ocean, the city sky after the rain was as clear as a mirror, and the sunlight was refracted into a cleaner blue.

In front of the magnificent and elegant manor, a commercial vehicle slowly stopped, and the waiter wearing white gloves quickly walked around to the back seat to open the door.

A pair of feet stepped out of the car, trimmed and stylish high-end leather shoes, black socks with a sense of abstinence, and then slender legs wrapped in straight trousers.

After getting off the car, Ji Rongchen straightened the wrinkles on his clothes, and stretched out his hand to Qiao Yu unnaturally.

Qiao Yu was confused, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, he held Ji Rongchen's hand and put his head on his shoulder.

Pretending to be affectionate, he is the best!

Entering the manor, in the middle is a wooden villa that is especially suitable for the elderly. Looking to the left, you can see a large lawn that can't be seen at a glance, and looking to the right, you can see a sparkling rectangular swimming pool.

I love this environment.

Qiao Yu thought to himself, when he stopped filming in the future, he would find such a place to live. He would raise two dogs in the yard, a golden retriever and a chow chow, so he would move a rocking chair and sit in the yard and watch the clouds Cirrus Shu.

Feeling that Ji Rongchen's hand on his waist exerted a slight force, Qiao Yu raised his head, and a man walked towards him.

The man has fair skin and strong facial features, and his single eyelid eyes make his smile clear and clean. His blond hair is tied into a small bun and hangs casually behind his head. He is dressed in gray-white trendy work clothes, and there are still some sawdust stuck to his hands.

Sure enough, the handsome guy's friends were all handsome guys. Qiao Yu speculated that this was the only friend of his unpopular Ji Baobei, Han Ju'an.

Han Ju'an went straight to Ji Rongchen, and warmly hugged him on the shoulder: "Vermouth!"

After seeing Qiao Yu beside him, gossip flashed in Han Ju'an's eyes. Before Ji Rongchen came to his wedding, he never brought anyone with him. He took two steps back and looked at Ji Rongchen with interest: "Who is this?"

Qiao Yu didn't have a deep impression of Han Ju'an himself, but she was curious about his ritual of "marry once in love".

Seeing Han Juan's probing eyes, Qiao Yu met his gaze generously, raised the corners of his lips and smiled brightly: "Qiao Yu."

Qiao Yu's smile was the kind that wasn't aggressive but didn't dare to be looked at directly, because the eyes were too clear.

Han Ju'an's eyes suddenly seemed to be scalded, and he hurriedly moved away. After realizing something was wrong, he stretched out his hand to Qiao Yu and said hello, "Hello, Han Ju'an."

Ji Rongchen frowned, stood in front of the two of them calmly, and held Qiao Yu's hand in his palm.

Qiao Yu pursed her lips, and intertwined fingers with Ji Rongchen tacitly.

The relationship between the two is self-evident.

Caught off guard by a handful of dog food, Han Juan gave a "tsk" sound, and bumped Ji Rongchen's shoulder with his elbow: "You're so stingy, you can't even take a look."

"It's not kind, you."

"It's a shame that I'm really worried about your lonely family. Fortunately, you have someone who hides so tightly..."

Knowing that Ji Rongchen was afraid that Han Ju'an would talk about it, Qiao Yu picked it up at the right time: "That's right, it's too disrespectful, I'll help you pour him a few more glasses tomorrow!"

Han Ju'an was stunned for a moment, and in an instant a smile of approval appeared on his face. He walked around Ji Rongchen and walked to Qiao Yu's side, and patted him on the shoulder: "I like you like this, go on the road!"

"Brother, why did you fall in love with Vermouth? You have no interest in keeping a cold face all day long."

Qiao Yu didn't pay attention as she stepped up the steps, and said casually: "It's okay, just heat it up when it should be hot."

Han Juan frowned: "Huh?"

Realizing what he was talking about, Qiao Yu changed his words and said by referring to the meaning of Ji Rongchen's English name: "He is as addictive as absinthe."

Vermouth, absinthe, does not belong to the eight major spirits in the world, but both Wilde and Van Gogh are loyal lovers of absinthe, and they can be said to be the muse in wine!

Qiao Yu glanced at Ji Rongchen's waist while talking: "The top note is strong, the aftertaste is lingering, and it doesn't matter whether it's mixed with water or not."

Without missing Qiao Yu's glance, Han Ju'an smiled sarcastically: "You are so ruthless with such a strong drink."

Why did he feel that the children were playing pornography from the beginning to the end?

Looking at Han Juan's tooling and the wood residue in his hand, Qiao Yu asked, "What were you doing just now?"

Han Ju'an nodded, with an expression of offering treasures.

As they were talking, the three of them passed a room with a door that was not fully closed, and bright light poured out from it.

Han Juan pushed open the door, and gestured to Qiao Yu and Ji Rongchen to come in: "Come on, kid, let me show you my studio."

Qiao Yu probed to look in, but covered her eyes with a big hand.

Then, a pleasant and pleasant voice sounded on the left side: "It's too bright inside, get used to the light."

Qiao Yu nodded obediently, and subconsciously tugged on Ji Rongchen's sleeve.

Ji Rongchen was so considerate and he was a little nervous...

Han Juan secretly observed the interaction between the two, and said with a smile: "My fault, my fault, I am used to creating under the sun."

While talking, he pressed the automatic switch, and the solid-color curtain fell, blocking the dazzling sunlight.

Qiao Yu's eyelashes fluttered slightly, gliding across her palm, causing a strange feeling. Ji Rongchen let go of Qiao Yu, and clenched and stretched the hand hanging by his side.

Unaware of Ji Rongchen's abnormality, Qiao Yu's attention fell on the oil painting next to the workbench: in the picture, there was only a thin figure walking towards the waves on the beach with the same color of water and sky.

It is obviously a very simple painting, but for some reason, it makes people feel the intention of the painter.

Han Juan's expression changed, as if he just remembered that there was such a painting, and hurried over to cover the words at the bottom.

Qiao Yu had no intention of probing into other people's body, and when she saw this, she slightly closed her eyes and looked away.

Afraid of Han Juan's embarrassment, he took the initiative and said: "I'll go to the yard to see if there is anything else I need to help with. You guys talk first."

Han Ju'an scratched his neck, wanted to call Qiao Yu to stop but hesitated, finally glanced at Ji Rongchen who didn't respond, sighed faintly, and went to get wine from the cupboard.

After Han Ju'an left, Ji Rongchen opened the canvas, and the words "Su Qinghe" came into view. This painting was written by him.

Three years ago, in order to develop business in Israel, Ji Rongchen personally led a team there, and happened to meet Su Qinghe who was living everywhere, and the two became neighbors for a month and a half.

Waking up in the morning, opening the window, you can see Su Qinghe smiling softly at him standing on the balcony covered with ivy.

When night comes, I wrap myself in the same blanket to keep warm in a house filled with yellow lights.

Occasionally, in leisure afternoons, Su Qinghe would pester him to go to the beach together.

Those days can be regarded as Ji Rongchen's most peaceful and comfortable time.

It also strengthened the idea he had had since he was ten years old: stay with Su Qinghe, treat him well, and grow old.

"I didn't expect that one day, I would help you cover for your ex."

Hearing Han Ju'an's voice, Ji Rongchen returned to his senses.

Han Ju'an handed him a goblet containing wine, and said: "Actually, he is not considered an ex."

Ji Rongchen remained silent, with one hand propped on the table, he picked up the wine glass and shook it lightly.

Han Ju'an sighed: "I didn't expect Su Qinghe to reject you. I thought he was interested in you. After all, what is his reason for rejecting you?"

The scene of that day emerged in Ji Rongchen's mind: the weather was a bit cold, and the tip of Su Qinghe's small nose was red with cold, and he asked him through the white mist that he exhaled when he spoke, do you love me?

There is only one Su Qinghe in his heart these years, and the answer is beyond doubt.

Su Qinghe smiled faintly, rejected his ring, left a sentence "We don't want to meet for the time being", and flew to another country.

Han Ju'an patted Ji Rongchen's shoulder: "Forget it brother, the past is the past. You are a good kid. You have to learn to cherish the present."

The memories came to an abrupt end. Thinking of the breakup agreement on the computer, Ji Rongchen clinked glasses with Han Juan without saying a word.

The two put down their glasses and walked out side by side.

Han Ju'an moved closer to Ji Rongchen's ear: "I can tell that the kid likes you very much, and his feeling has changed when he looks at you."

Following Han Ju'an's line of sight, Ji Rongchen saw Qiao Yu who was chatting with the organizer of the wedding reception.

Standard and fluent English pronunciation, polite and stylized smile, different from the arrogance and arrogance in front of him, Qiao Yu stood there, and people couldn't take their eyes off just because of his temperament.

It was the first time Ji Rongchen saw Qiao Yu like this, she was dazzling and dazzling.

Han Juan bumped Ji Rongchen's shoulder: "Look."

Ji Rongchen didn't know why, so he heard Han Juan call "Qiao Yu", the little thing turned around in response, and when he saw himself, his originally polite and alienated smile widened, his eyes also lit up, and he waved at them with his arms raised.

Ji Rongchen pursed his lips, surprised to find that his overtures to Qiao Yu were extremely beneficial.

Han Ju'an looked proud: "What did I say?"

After a pause, Han Ju'an looked troubled: "It's strange, the way he looks at you is very familiar. I always think I've seen it somewhere, but I just can't remember."

Just as they were talking, a Shiba Inu with a big fat buttocks swung past them with four short legs.

Ji Rongchen looked down, he remembered that the dog was called Guobaorou.

Han Ju'an slapped his thigh fiercely: "Yes, yes, yes, it really does, it's very much like seeing his favorite meat buns."

"True love!"

Probably because he heard the word "meat buns", walking his pot of meat without distraction, he suddenly turned around, his black grape-like eyes rolled around, as bright as Qiao Yu's.

Ji Rongchen: "..."

After dinner, Ji Rongchen and Qiao Yu were led down to the guest room by the butler.

When Ji Rongchen was taking a bath, the housekeeper brought over some adult things as Qiao Yu asked.

Like gangsters, the two exchanged a secret signal through the door.

Although Qiao Yu didn't know why the little butler had as many plays as him.

After opening the door, the little housekeeper looked around before giving something to Qiao Yu, and said in a low voice, "Earthquakes happen frequently here..."

Before finishing speaking, Ji Rongchen tied a bath towel and pushed open the bathroom door, and the little housekeeper closed the door with a "slap": "Don't be too violent!"

???

Qiao Yu suspected that either he had heard it wrong, or the little housekeeper was too afraid that Ji Rongchen would make a mistake. The two seemed to have nothing to do with each other, right?

Never mind, he hasn't touched Ji Rongchen for ten days, ten days, if he keeps holding it back, there will be problems!

Qiao Yu lifted off her bathrobe, revealing her slender and fair legs, and hooked her index finger at Ji Rongchen:

Come on baby.