I teased my rich nemesis

Ji Jue didn't speak, just stood beside Gu Huan, staring at Ji Kong coldly with slightly raised eyes, and then, before Ji Yang opened his mouth to break the slightly awkward atmosphere at the moment, Gu Huan frowned, He casually rolled up his cuffs, and his tone was still lazy and arrogant: "Since everything is ready, then I will do as I please."

Hearing this, Ji Kong smiled determinedly, and jumped on his horse: "Little Gu, see you at the racetrack." After saying that, he gave Ji Jue a disdainful look, whipped his whip, and galloped towards the racetrack.

Ji Yang's heart fell to the ground, and his smile became more gentle. He was about to speak when his cell phone rang again. He sighed helplessly, and pointed to the cell phone to Gu Huan: "Sorry, I'll be back later." Then he walked away quickly .

In the blink of an eye, only Gu Huan and Ji Jue were left in the huge garden again, and the silence returned to before.

Ji Jue moved a few inches to the right, distanced himself from Gu Huan, and said coldly, "You don't have to agree."

"If I don't agree, wouldn't it be a waste of your brother's good intentions." Gu Huan flexed his wrists, shrugged his shoulders, and looked completely indifferent.

Hearing this, Ji Jue suddenly smiled softly: "Young master Gu is really double-standard." He didn't finish his sentence, but just glanced at Gu Huan playfully, but the implied meaning was very obvious.

"Did you think that I would just reject them like I did to you?" Seeing this, Gu Huan raised his eyebrows slightly and approached Ji Jue, with a hint of unnoticeable joy mixed in with his laughter, "I'm afraid that will make you laugh." Mr. Ji is disappointed, to be honest, although your two older brothers are not very likable, they are still cuter compared to you."

Ji Jue paused, turned around, and gave Gu Huan a meaningful look.

"Do you know what you look like?"

Gu Huan straightened up, and lazily said, "Don't tell me it's like your first love—well, this way of striking up a conversation is too old-fashioned."

Ji Jue didn't speak, but took another step closer to Gu Huan.

"Like a boy in adolescence, very naive, he uses this method to attract the attention of people he likes." Ji Jue leaned forward, lightly touched Gu Huan's lips with his fingertips, and then squeezed his lips Chin, said in a deep voice, "So, as you wish, I really care about your opinion now."

He breathed lightly, almost touching Gu Huan's lips, a few strands of hair falling down and silver-rimmed glasses cast a small dark shadow on Gu Huan's face—except for the last time in the cave, the two of them never met again. been in such close contact.

Gu Huan's pupils narrowed slightly, and when he saw Ji Jue's eyes that were always as indifferent as glaciers, there was a trace of extremely subtle fluctuations and doubts, his throat felt dry for a moment--if it wasn't for Ji Jue's eyes still full of Unconcealable indifference, he almost doubted that Ji Jue still remembered what happened that night.

Thinking of this, Gu Huan grabbed Ji Jue's hand, opened it little by little, and said in a more aggressive tone than usual, "You don't have to care about my opinion at all, we are mortal enemies who don't like each other."

Hearing this, Ji Jue's face suddenly became a little cold, and he silently lowered his eyes, meeting Gu Huan's usual haughty gaze.

There was silence for a long time, until both of them realized at the same time that the current posture//position had been maintained for too long, and then they let go.

For the remaining part of the journey, the two walked very quietly, not only did they no longer have the usual tit-for-tat confrontation, but they even accelerated their pace a lot by coincidence.

Ji Yang was already waiting for them. Seeing that they came later than him, he was a little surprised, but quickly concealed his emotions, handed the things in his hand to Gu Huan, and said with a smile: "This blue horse riding outfit It is specially prepared for Mr. Gu, I hope you like it."

Unexpectedly, Ji Jue stopped him before handing it to Gu Huan.

Ji Jue turned his head to the side, looked at Ji Yang with a pair of eyes that seemed to be mocking, and said in a cold voice: "Young Master Gu likes black ones."

Ji Yang's face was a bit uneasy: "Xiao Jue, what's going on with you today, are you blaming the elder brother for not taking good care of the guests? Also, every suit of clothes is a custom-made size, where are you going now? Get black."

Ji Jue glanced at him coldly, didn't speak, then walked away holding Gu Huan's hand, and when his eyes quickly passed the rows of luxurious clothes, he didn't look at Gu Huan at all, he had already taken off a set of black clothes. Determined: "It's your size//inch."

Ji Yang's face darkened.

Gu Huan raised his eyebrows calmly, smiled politely at Ji Yang, but took the clothes from Ji Jue's hand: "Sorry, I really like black better than blue."

Ji Yang smiled a little more reluctantly: "It's as long as Mr. Gu likes it." After saying that, he took a deep look at Ji Jue, turned and walked out.

Gu Huan lowered his head, looked at the set of clothes Ji Jue gave him, and suddenly had a strange thought that came out uncontrollably—could this be Ji Jue's clothes in the first place?

With a slight thought, he glanced at Ji Jue who had already left, and honestly touched the inner lining of the clothes with his fingers along the fine stitches. When he found an extremely secret J embroidery, he seemed to feel a little happier for some reason.

The size//inch is just right.

The corners of Gu Huan's mouth turned up subconsciously, he stuffed the breeches neatly into the black boots, and stood up straight.

There were a few guests sitting sparsely by the racetrack, and when they saw Gu Huan coming out from a distance, their eyes lit up.

The author has something to say: Thank you for "breeze" and "Laimo is studying hard today" for the stupid pudding.

Happy Tanabata today, little cuties, life is sweet!

ps: Stupid Pudding is here today as his aunt, and I feel a little uncomfortable. I will send a short chapter that I wrote in time, and I won’t update it tonight. Stupid Pudding is holding brown sugar water as a waste wood for a while. Little cuties don’t dislike it. , bow bow~~