I'm not your type

The meeting was finally over, and the delegates didn't even dare to take a breath and rushed out of the door, walking like a kind of magical magic in Harry Potter - teleportation.

Two minutes later, only Zhou Yi and Xi Cheng were left in the conference room.

Xi Cheng pretended to be casual and said [How about going to Japan together on October [-]st? 】

Declined on Monday【I don’t even have a passport or visa, so I definitely can’t go. 】

Xi Cheng smiled and said, "Leave it on me, just give me your ID card and account book." 】

Zhou Yi still shook his head [Forget it, I still won’t go. 】

Xi Cheng still had a smiling face, but the air in the room was getting colder [Why, are there arrangements? 】

I don't intend to hide it on Monday, but after all, I haven't discussed it with Xiao Luzi [it's sort of. .Not sure yet. 】

Thank goodness, Xi Cheng finally stopped smiling, he had a sullen face【With Lu Yongli? 】

Monday is still the sentence [Not sure yet. . . 】

[You two, where are you going?Who goes up and who goes down? 】

Xi Cheng's question was too blatant, and Zhou Yi was somewhat unhappy, but turning his face is really not his style.

【Don't be boring. 】After speaking on Monday, I opened the door of the meeting room and walked out.

Xi Cheng pulled Zhou Yi back forcefully, and pressed it directly against the wall.

【You TM took the wrong medicine! ? ] Monday was caught off guard by Xi Cheng's fall, and he only felt a pain in the head, and he hated this kind of wall-dong routine in Mary Su's novels the most, and felt that the two of them were stupid now.

[It's different from what you said, why don't you wait for me! ? ] Xi Cheng still had a cold face, showing no remorse for his atrocities.

On Monday, he lifted his foot and kicked Xi Cheng's calf. Xi Cheng was unprepared and fell to the ground immediately.

【Who told you? 】Monday looked condescendingly at the cold Xi Cheng who was like a poisonous tongue【Don't make trouble for nothing! 】

[Lu Yongli was straight before, let alone coming out of the closet. Tell me, if his parents knew that their son was in a relationship with a man, how would they react? 】

Looking back on Monday, Xi Cheng had already stood up, his eyes were filled with sarcasm.

Looking at Xi Cheng on Monday, he felt that he might really break up with this rich man.

Seeing Monday's silence, Xi Cheng continued to say [Why do you bother with straight men?Break up with him, you won't last long anyway. 】

On Monday, Xi Cheng calmly interrupted [You were the one who posted my information on the same-sex dating website, right? 】

Not a rhetorical question, but a straightforward statement.

[I was having trouble with Han Qin at the time, but it wasn't enough to give up on him] Zhou Yi went on to say [Later, as soon as this matter came out, we broke up completely.I also put everything on his head and became a deadly enemy with him. 】

Xi Cheng's eyes were gloomy, but he didn't deny [He tempted you for a woman, there is no possibility for you to be with him. 】

【Even if it's impossible, it's a matter between the two of us, and it has nothing to do with you. Your hand is too long. 】

Xi Cheng's eyes widened slightly [Are you arguing with me because of Han Qin? 】

[Is it necessary for the two of us to quarrel?To me, you are not even a passer-by!You are an idiot with a brain and a sick heart that should be locked up in a mental hospital and rounded up before you sober up. You think too highly of yourself. 】

[! ! 】Xi Cheng has probably never been so humiliated by anyone, at least, never been so humiliated by Monday.

When Xi Cheng was so shocked that he couldn't speak, Zhou Yi said [This is what I scolded Han Qin when I broke up with Han Qin because of that incident. . . . 】

Xi Cheng is also a smart person, he doesn't need to say anything on Monday, he already understands what Monday means.

It's impossible for the two of them.

Finally, Zhou Yi said [Xi Cheng, don't force me to become your enemy. . . . 】

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I'm really on time. . .Then timing really. . . .useless. . .