Lan Jia's Han Xiyou

When Lan Jia arrived at Xianyin with lunch, Han Xiyou was rehearsing in the dance studio with the trainees. Although he is the boss, the trainees here treat him more as a teacher.

Han Xiyou didn't see him with his back to the door, and was helping a trainee to correct his posture. The trainee suddenly felt a little embarrassed when he saw Lan Jia looking at them.

"Concentrate and open your body." Han Xiyou squeezed his shoulder with a stern expression.

"That... the door." The trainee looked at his face and pointed to the door.

Han Xiyou turned around and saw Lan Jia standing there, and immediately strode over, "When did you come? Why didn't you call me?"

"I've just been here for a while, I'm afraid I'll disturb your class, can I have lunch now?"

Without saying a word, Han Xiyou turned around and announced that get out of class was over, and led Lan Jia back to the office.

As soon as the thermos was opened, a strong spicy smell came out. Lan Jia put the rice on the table one by one, and said: "Eat less."

He still remembers being in the rain for a long time when he was just working as a life assistant because he didn't make spicy things. Now that he thinks about it, a long time has passed.

"Well, you sit here." Han Xiyou gave up the swivel chair and pulled a high stool by himself.

Lan Jia sat down beside him obediently, and he would eat with Han Xiyou at Xianyin every time.

"By the way, Meng Lin's manager came to see me today and said he was going to have a farewell party."

Lan Jia's first reaction was, "Is he leaving?"

Han Xiyou smiled and kissed him, "Yes, your rival is leaving, are you happy?"

Lan Jia raised her eyebrows, "No, I'm not worried at all."

"Huh?" Han Xiyou looked at him and said with a smile, "So confident in yourself?"

"I believe in you."

Han Xiyou licked his fingers happily, he really liked Lan Jia too much.

"There are wet wipes over there, how old are you still licking your fingers?" Lan Jia grabbed his hand and stuffed two wet wipes for him, and then couldn't help licking them.

The spicy jerky is pinched with fingers, and it tastes really delicious when licked.

Han Xiyou threw the wet wipes into the trash can and directly hugged the person next to him onto his lap. Lan Jia's lips became extra red because of the chili pepper, making it impossible to bite down.

"Why? Umm... Hee..."

Lan Jia held up her fingers that were stained with red oil, her mouth seemed to be on fire because it was too hot and she couldn't breathe, and a large amount of saliva flowed out from the cracks in her lips.

There was a knock on the door and the door was pushed open vigorously, Meng Lin lost his mind for a moment and quickly closed the door and walked out.

Lan Jia pushed Han Xiyou away and wiped his mouth with his hands, his eyes were covered with mist, "It's so hot!"

Han Xiyou laughed loudly, grabbed him back and gnawed on him for a few more bites before letting go, "This is so cool."

Lan Jia was speechless, feeling so uncomfortable, how could it be fun?

"It was Meng Lin just now? Go and have a look, I'll take away the food." Lan Jia pushed Han Xiyou and quickly put the dishes into the thermos.

When Han Xiyou walked to the door and opened it, he saw Meng Lin leaning against the wall and smoking a cigarette. The faint smell of cigarettes was not unpleasant, but he still frowned involuntarily.

"When did you start smoking?"

Meng Lin turned to look at him, "You still treat me like a child like before."

When he was fighting for the first time, Han Xiyou had this expression, this tone, and asked him like a patriarch, when did you learn to fight?

Also, it was the first time he drank alcohol and learned to please him for the first time, but it was a pity that he was rejected. Now that I think about it, maybe Han Xiyou didn't really love him, but just treated him like a younger brother. In the past year, there has never been a kiss as intense as just now.

He suddenly felt very confused, what was the relationship between them like?

"Why did you come here suddenly?" Han Xiyou opened the door to let him in. Lan Jia had already packed up her things and was sitting on the sofa playing with her mobile phone.

Meng Lin sat down across from his desk and said softly, "I want to invite you to be my guest at the farewell party."

Han Xiyou frowned, and the pen in his hand twirled flexibly between his fingers.

Seeing his expression, Meng Lin hurriedly said, "Don't rush to reject me, just listen to me."

Han Xiyou nodded, but looked at Lan Jia who was sitting on the sofa behind him. Although it seemed that the idiot was concentrating on playing with his mobile phone, he knew he must be listening.

Lan Jia raised his head just in time to meet Han Xiyou's eyes. As long as Meng Lin was involved, there would definitely be problems. For some reason, it was like a curse. So from a selfish point of view, he didn't want Han Xiyou to agree, but he felt that it was too much for him to think so. Selfish.

"I won't come back this time, so take it as the last gift I ask you after we have known each other for so many years. I will wish you happiness. Don't refuse me this time, okay?"

Lan Jia lowered his head and turned on the phone screen again to continue the game just now. He knew that Han Xiyou would not refuse.

"Well, I hope you really wish us well."

Meng Lin smiled wryly and got up and left the office. This man really became cruel, especially to him.

After Meng Lin left, Han Xiyou sat next to Lan Jia and watched him manipulate the red Mario to jump the chimney after eating mushrooms.

"Angry?"

The red villain was killed by the mushroom monster in one fell swoop, and the game-ending background music sounded in his hand.

"No." Lan Jia leaned her head on Han Xiyou's shoulder and handed him the phone, "You come and play, I'm dying of old age here."

His favorite game is this old Super Mario, but he always can't pass the level, and he always dies in one place over and over again.

"Look at me." Han Xiyou took the mobile phone in his hand and kissed him on the tip of his nose, skillfully manipulating the villain on the screen.

Lan Jia looked up at Han Xiyou, his face was impeccably handsome no matter how many times he looked at it, "Xiyou."

"Well, I'm almost done."

Lan Jia didn't speak, but suddenly turned around, knelt on his lap and hugged him, and the familiar music sounded on the phone immediately.

"What's the matter?" Han Xiyou put down the phone and hugged him, just now he felt something was wrong with Lan Jia.

"Suddenly I feel unwell." Lan Jia buried her head on Han Xiyou's shoulder and said in a muffled voice, "Is it really over this time?"

He always had a strange feeling, chills and chills in his heart.

"Well, after the farewell party is over, I will take you to meet your parents and stay with you every day."

Lan Jia turned to look at the phone screen, summer is over.

"Brother Lu Ning has already met." Lan Jia said.

Han Xiyou hugged him and collapsed on the sofa together, letting him rest on his chest, "He is not considered a parent. He will take you to see my dad, who is also his dad."

"Then what does Uncle Lu like?"

"He...he likes me the most."

When Lu Xiangnan was a child, he always told others that their youngest son was smart, that his youngest son sang well, and was also good-looking. At that time, Han Xiyou always thought that it would be great if Lu Nan was his real father.

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The countdown to the end~~~~ Follow my left hand and right hand in slow motion~~~