The villain bosses in quick time travel are sick and delicate

Moreover, seven days a week, Luo Yan was away from school for at least five days, and his whereabouts were very uncertain.

He happened to run into it just now.

Jiang Zhuo looked at Luo Yan, watched him unload the drawing board, and began to calmly organize the paintings inside.

One of them flashed in front of his eyes, the drawing paper was intricate and full of gray and white lead and ink, giving the impression of being upside down and crazy at first glance.

It's completely inconsistent with a cold and reticent person like Luo Yan.

Jiang Zhuo was slightly surprised, and wanted to take a closer look, but Luo Yan slowly raised his black eyes, and met his prying gaze indifferently.

Being caught, Jiang Zhuo looked back in embarrassment, but the next second he looked back confidently, and said curiously:

"Aren't you from the finance department? Can you still draw?"

Hearing this, Luo Yan looked at him, but still only gave him an indifferent glance, and then lowered his head to tidy up the painting again.

No opening.

Jiang Zhuo was making fun of himself, touched the tip of his nose, and suddenly found that Luo Yan's clothes were a bit worn.

Previously, because this person's appearance was too outstanding, he couldn't see anything else at all.

Now suddenly realized that Jiang Zhuo immediately knocked on the system, "How is Luo Yan's family?"

The system paused and replied: "Not very good, he is an orphan."

Jiang Zhuo suddenly nodded.

——Then he is so withdrawn and cold, is it because of this?

Jiang Zhuo, who had nothing to do, pretended to be with a book, and secretly looked at Luo Yan on the other side of the room.

Although the young man's clothes were worn out, it seemed that he exuded an air of extravagance from his bones.

The movements are also calm and elegant, methodical.

Not long after the two of them were in the same room, Luo Yan packed up the drawing board, put on his backpack and hat, and prepared to go out.He lowered his head slightly, and the brim of the hat almost covered half of that delicate and fair face.

According to the past, once Luo Yan went out, he might not come back in three to five days.

So isn't he going to waste so long here?

Jiang Zhuo quickly put on his coat and followed out.

After taking two buses and walking a few hundred meters, Jiang Zhuo saw Luo Yan finally stop in front of a small bar.

Just as he was about to hide back, Luo Yan turned his head to look at him, with a calm look that he had already noticed him.

Jiang Zhuo was speechless, and simply walked over, embarrassed and hearty: "Sorry, I'm just curious about what you usually do."

Luo Yan lowered her eyes, looked at him for a while, and finally said lightly: "Understood, so what."

That voice was as clear as frost and snow, which made people slightly lost in thought.

Jiang Zhuo was not asked, he was honest: "I want to make friends with you."

"friend?"

It seemed that it was the first time he heard such words, Luo Yan's pretty brows frowned slightly in doubt, and then he returned to his expressionless face, and said coldly, "You don't want it."

After finishing speaking, without caring about Jiang Zhuo's reaction, Luo Yan walked straight into the small bar.

Jiang Zhuo couldn't help screaming, looked at the rising night, and followed in.

It was almost pitch-black inside, as if it had just started to prepare for business, Jiang Zhuo watched Luo Yan enter the dressing room, and wanted to go in but was blocked by a smile, "Excuse me sir, it's a workshop inside."

Jiang Zhuo had no choice but to look at Luo Yan's back and find a booth to sit down.

A few minutes later, he was drinking juice, and finally saw the teenager who had changed into his work uniform.

The well-tailored pure black uniform outlines Luo Yan's indifferent and ascetic silhouette in the dim light. He walks behind the bar counter, holding out the utensils needed for bartending with his slender and knuckle fingers, which is particularly eye-catching.

Jiang Zhuo was taken aback for a moment, then licked his lips with bright eyes, took the juice and sat down at the bar.

She even deliberately sat in front of Luo Yan.

"You work here?" He blinked and asked.

Luo Yan turned a blind eye and ignored him.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhuo was not discouraged, ordered another glass of juice, propped his chin, and slowly teased Luo Yan to talk.

"Are you short of money? Why do you want to work here?"

"You look good dressed like this."

"Aren't you a student of the finance department? Why don't you find a part-time job related to finance? I remember you are the number one in your department, right?"

"By the way, I don't know if you know, I'm studying astronomy, are you interested in looking at the stars?"

"Luo Yan, why don't you just talk to me, even a single word is fine."

Jiang Zhuo sipped the juice, didn't care whether Luo Yan responded or not, he kept rattling, and finally... Tired.

Luo Yan, however, remained motionless, focusing on doing his own things.

Jiang Zhuo: "..." He was so difficult.

After a while, night came.

The upbeat and deafening music sounded, the bar began to feast its eyes, crowds of young people poured in, and the spotlights in the small bar kept projecting colorful illusions.

Jiang Zhuo was a little dizzy from the photo, looking at Luo Yan, the other party seemed to be undisturbed, and his expression remained as cold as before.

But Luo Yan is like this, and people who like Luo Yan are not like this.

Jiang Zhuo had already stopped his blaring attacks on Luo Yan, and the old god was drinking juice with his forehead propped up, when suddenly a woman with long curly hair came over and sat down in front of the bar.

The woman brushed her long hair, propped her pointed chin, and looked at Luo Yan in the dark with all kinds of flair.

Under the light, Luo Yan's outline is so perfect that it makes people want to scream, but the inaccessible cold temperament also makes most people flinch.

Jiang Zhuo admired this woman who was ready to go at the moment, and quietly waited for her achievement.

"Little brother, can you make me a cup of cherry brandy?" The woman's voice was silky and charming.

Hearing that many men present felt weak.

Luo Yan, who was closest to her, didn't even look at her. After adjusting her drooping eyes, she placed them on the tray and calmly handed them over.

Don't even want to have extra contact.

The woman's complexion suddenly dropped, but it was not easy to get angry in front of so many people, so she picked up the wine and bit her lips and left.

Jiang Zhuo immediately regained his balance.

It seems that Luo Yan is really indifferent, maybe everyone present in front of him is no different from being transparent.

Then he, the same little transparent, of course has no complaints.

The first stalking ended with Jiang Zhuo drinking juice all night.

Except for the sentence before entering the door, Luo Yan didn't say a single word to him.

Especially Jiang Zhuo, who was not discouraged, had to rush back to school because of the access control. Before leaving, he tilted his head and asked Luo Yan, "Will you go back to the dormitory today?"

Luo Yan looked at him emotionlessly and shook his head.

"Then will you still come here to work part-time tomorrow?" Jiang Zhuo blinked.

I don't know if the fruit juice also contains a small amount of alcohol, Jiang Zhuo was dizzy and his eyes were watery, but he didn't know it.

The appearance of lying on the bar and looking up at Luo Yan is different from the usual perfect grass idol image in school, it looks a bit cute and soft.

Luo Yan looked down at him, probably because of the nourishment of the fruit juice, Jiang Zhuo's lips became more moist and pouty now.

Luo Yan involuntarily pursed his lips slightly, with a calm face, and nodded.

become.Jiang Zhuo got the answer he wanted, so he took a taxi back to the dormitory with peace of mind.

He drank too much fruit juice, and was exposed to the strong light from the bar all the time. Not only did he get on his head, but he was also particularly sleepy. He managed to take a shower, brushed his teeth, and threw himself on the bed.

Fall asleep on the pillow.

Unbeknownst to him, after he fell asleep, Luo Yan, who clearly said he would not go back to the dormitory, opened the dormitory door softly.

When Luo Yan saw the thin young man curled up on the bed with the quilt in his arms, Luo Yan was stunned for a moment, but then returned to his indifferent expression.

He didn't pay much attention to it, his eyes were calm, and he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, took his clothes and towel and took a shower.

The warm water from the shower fell on his slender body, wet the jet-black hair, and flowed through the straight collarbone and perfect muscle lines.

In the still hot bathroom, there seemed to be the scent of the person who took a bath last time.

Is the body wash milky?

Luo Yan inexplicably lowered his trembling long eyelashes, and pursed his thin lips lightly, he didn't hate it.

But then, the memory about today in my mind was also awakened one by one.

That boy is obviously the most eye-catching idol-like perfect person in the school.

Usually they don't meet.

But today, like a child who wants candy, he keeps following behind him, blinking those big black and clear eyes, cute and innocent.

There is also a clip of the other party's lips that look extraordinarily moist and soft, moving and gently opening and closing, saying something flashed by.

Luo Yan's usually indifferent and cold-blooded eyes flickered slightly.

"Jiang Zhuo..." He whispered.

After washing, he gently opened the door with his slender fingers, Luo Yan put the towel around his neck, and stepped out of the bathroom with his long legs.

His eyes were facing the small single bed outside.

The white and pure bed sheets are different from the ones issued by the school, and the texture looks quite soft and soft.

And the handsome young man sleeping soundly on the top was only wearing a large gray bathrobe, which seemed to be only wearing underpants, and his slender legs broke out from the hem of the bathrobe, and were entangled with the rolled-up thin quilt.

If you look closely, the disheveled and disobedient broken hair also makes people feel comfortable and cute, without any pretensions.

The boy's sleeping face was especially relaxed, as if he had nothing on his mind.

Luo Yan's indifferent eyes fell on it, and there was a hint of malice uncontrollably.

... Wanting to make the other party's beautiful brows wrinkle uncomfortably, the corners of the upturned lips are pressed together patiently.

It would be best... to make those beautiful eyes slightly red.

Luo Yan pressed his forehead uncomfortably.

There was an evil and casual voice in his body saying: "Excellent student, you have turned bad."

Luo Yan frowned, his expression suddenly turned cold, he suppressed the voice, and originally wanted to look away.

But over there, Jiang Zhuo groaned softly.

There was a soft, low sound.

He turned over, let go of the quilt he was holding in his arms at first, and fell asleep face-up, defenseless.

Luo Yan looked over, his calm expression slightly paused.

The other party's clean bathrobe was loose, revealing a beautiful collarbone and a small piece of white chest.

Not knowing what dream it was, Jiang Zhuo suddenly licked his bright red and moist lips.

The tender red tongue tip was exposed, but it was only fleeting.

Luo Yan's fingers holding the towel tightened slightly.

He suddenly remembered that he passed by by chance before and saw this man sweating freely on the basketball court.

He is obviously... such a dazzling person, why do you want to be friends with him?

Luo Yan's cold eyes dimmed.