You have the ability to spread rumors, and you have the ability to make fake plays for real.

Before meeting Mo Xu, Zhan Ziran still had the slightest hope in his heart. Mo Xu might still think that he had such a relationship with him, but after meeting him, Zhan Ziran's heart became cold.

It's cool, colder than the wind and snow outside.

Mo Xu seemed to be a different person, except for his face and the aura on his body and the occasional cold expression, the current Mo Xu was not at all the same as the Mo Xu that Zhan Ziran knew in the past.

Zhan Ziran prided himself on being thick-skinned, and he had already thought about it before, if Mo Xu came to him, he would be ashamed, maybe he could let it go, and if he couldn't, he would just roll around.

Now this idea is completely gone, facing Mo Xu's terrible appearance now, let alone crying and making troubles, he would move his position away from the Mo's house when he hanged himself.

"Master Zhan, hot tea," Zhao Zhiyu handed out a cup of hot tea.

Zhan Ziran's hand trembled slightly when he took the tea. The tea was like a nightmare. When he saw this cup, he thought of the tea in his stomach, and the fear of going to the toilet constantly when he was sick at night.

"I've already called Zhanjia and informed your housekeeper," Zhao Zhiyu said.

Zhan Ziran was stunned for a moment: "What was the notification?"

Zhao Zhiyu took it for granted, "You won't go back tonight."

"I...why don't I go back?" Zhan Ziran sat up in shock, Zhao Zhiyu paused, glanced at the side and said nothing.

Zhan Ziran's heart sank, "How dare you bother Young Master Mo, it has caused you a lot of trouble, I think I still..."

Mo Xu put down his teacup and picked up the newspaper, sneered: "You also know that you have caused me a lot of trouble?"

Zhan Ziran stopped talking, lowered his head, and pretended to be a little daughter-in-law, but there seemed to be needles under his buttocks, and he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

"I didn't bring a change of clothes either..."

Mo Xu said coldly, "Wear mine."

Zhan Ziran was startled, and laughed dryly, "Isn't that bad?"

Mo Xu put down the newspaper he just picked up, "I still don't lack a few clothes here."

Zhan Ziran took a sip of tea and said softly, "I have something to order tonight..."

He also wanted to do a dying struggle.

Zhao Zhiyu said: "Master Zhan, if you have anything to say, you can use the phone in the study. There are no servants in the study, so you don't have to worry about being overheard."

Zhan Ziran: ...

It hurts.

Zhan Ziran was at a loss for words and didn't know what to say, so he got up and went to the study, and called Qi Le.

Although Zhao Zhiyu said that there were no servants here, he was afraid that the walls would have ears, so he just gave instructions on how to use the goods tomorrow and some things about the suit shop.

After hanging up the phone, Zhan Ziran didn't go back immediately, leaned against the wall and took a few deep breaths.

He glanced around, and the furnishings of this study were really surprising. It was decorated in a Western style. The bookshelves were made of dark red mahogany, with complicated European patterns on the corners, and most of the hollowed out patterns were new styles that had never been seen before.

A bright yellow desk lamp stood next to the phone, and the lampshade was also decorated with complicated patterns. Small white flowers were wrapped around the twigs, as if trying to absorb sunlight.

What attracted him the most were the books on the bookshelf. The books were neatly coded, and most of them had English titles. At a glance, they were all original English editions.

Zhan Ziran was envious.

In the past two years, Zhan Ziran has also helped people translate some foreign materials, or translated some non-professional books. His vocabulary is not bad, but he randomly picked up a copy———"anirytothenatureandcaesofthewealthofnations"

Translated, yes, "An Inquiry into the Nature and Causes of the Wealth of Nations"

Zhan Ziran felt that he was still too young, and this was not something he could understand.

Zhan Ziran didn't believe in evil, so he opened the book again.

"Kritikderreenvernunft", translated into, Critique of Pure Reason.

Philosophy is a profound knowledge.

Zhan Ziran didn't want to turn over.

Then there are some reference books on the table. The pages are opened on page 116, and some small parts are drawn on them, which are exquisite and complicated.

What did Mo Xu study?

He remembered that the news he inquired at the beginning was business studies, but later he heard that he transferred to a department, but he didn't know what department it was.

Seeing these unfamiliar words, he was already a little drunk, but he felt even more dizzy.

Thinking wildly, Zhan Ziran staggered and walked out.

Mo Xu was no longer in the living room, Zhao Zhiyu saw Zhan Ziran coming back, and said: "Master Zhan, you are resting in the guest room tonight, come with me."

Zhan Ziran had no choice but to nod and follow him to the guest room.

On the way, Zhan Ziran suddenly said: "Speaking of which, I think you look familiar. Is your surname Zhao...?"

Zhao Zhiyu looked aggrieved: "You just remembered?"

Zhan Ziran smiled dryly: "Actually, I thought about it a long time ago. It's not because I'm afraid of embarrassment and dare not admit it."

Yeah, embarrassing.

The corner of Zhao Zhiyu's mouth twitched, but he didn't speak.

When Zhan Ziran was young, he would go to the place where Mo Xu lived to play. At that time, the place where Mo Xu lived was not too small, and there was an old housekeeper.

The old butler brought his grandson, who was younger than them. At that time, the child was handsome, like a dough ball, and this grandson was Zhao Zhiyu.

When he was a child, Zhao Zhiyu was cute and cute. The old housekeeper was always very frugal, so whenever Zhan Ziran came, he would always bring some fun and delicious food to Zhao Zhiyu.

At that time, Zhao Zhiyu liked Zhan Ziran very much, and he was "brother" before "brother" and "brother" every day.

Zhan Ziran has an extra little follower, which satisfies the boy's rebellious thoughts of wanting to be a big brother.

Zhao Zhiyu's grandfather works in Mo Xu's family. Mo Xu is always bullied at school, and Zhao Zhiyu is having a hard time at school.

Zhan Ziran is upright and has many friends. He calls on his friends to help Zhao Zhiyu fight off the school bully. Standing in front of Zhao Zhiyu, Zhan Ziran teases his bangs and says, "Brother is protecting you."

……

Zhan Ziran looked at Zhao Zhiyu, who was starting to feel uncomfortable, and said: "Then you see that the girl next door says she wants to marry me, and you rush to say that I want to marry you when I grow up."

Zhao Zhiyu wanted to cover his face.

young and naive.

Zhao Zhiyu said embarrassingly and difficultly: "I was not sensible when I was a child, so Master Zhan forget about it."

Zhan Ziran smiled and said, "You were so affectionate at that time, how could I forget?"

He added: "Besides, you pestered me every day and expressed your admiration from time to time. At that time, I really considered whether to respond or not."

Zhao Zhiyu's eyes were dark, he gritted his teeth and couldn't speak, and he stammered after a while: "Please trouble Master Zhan to forget this matter immediately, Zhiyu is very grateful."

"I recognized you a little bit last time I saw you, but you have changed so much, I didn't expect you to be this tall," Zhan Ziran gestured, Zhao Zhiyu was about the same height as him.

Zhan Ziran was always talkative, even if he was not in a good situation, he still couldn't help but want to take advantage of it.

Zhao Zhiyu wanted to say something, but suddenly his expression changed, his eyes crossed Zhan Ziran, and he stopped wanting to say "Stop talking, the young master will tear me up on the spot".

The atmosphere has changed.

It's just that Zhan Ziran is not only thick-skinned, but sometimes his reaction is not sensitive enough. He didn't notice anything, and said shamelessly, "How can I forget? I'm still waiting for you to marry me."

Zhao Zhiyu: "..."

Zhao Zhiyu held back for a long time: "Master Zhan, we are not suitable."

Zhan Ziran tilted his head and scratched the side of his neck, leaving pink scratch marks.

"Why is it inappropriate, I think it is quite appropriate."

"Do you think you don't look good enough for me? No, beauty is in the eye of the beholder."

"..."

"Or do you think your academic qualifications are not good? No, I heard that your university is also very good."

Zhao Zhiyu: "..."

Zhao Zhiyu's eyes seemed to be cramped.

Zhan Ziran also said at the beginning: "Zhao Zhiyu, what's wrong with your eyes, did you not have a good rest, did your young master take you to nightclubs all day long?"

Then find out that something is wrong.

bad.

Zhan Ziran turned his head stiffly, first he saw a loose white shirt with two buttons unbuttoned, then a strong chest, and then straight up along the muscles, the neck line collapsed very stiff.

Then, there was the tight jawline, tightly pursed lips, and dark eyes with indistinguishable emotions.

There was a reason why Zhan Ziran saw Mo Xu as a girl back then.

When Mo Xu was young, his eyes were narrow, and although they had double eyelids, they looked like wide willow leaves.

His lips are thin, thick, and thin, with black hair past his ears, sometimes too long to be cut, and tied with a piece of blue silk.

If you don't look carefully at his clothes, you may very likely recognize him as a girl.

But now Mo Xu's double willow-leaf eyes are not so narrow, but the tails of his eyes are raised up, which looks a bit sharp, and his tightly pursed lips make people want to retreat so much.

Yes, and then Zhan Ziran took a step back because of his guilt.

Zhan Ziran's move made Mo Xuxin uncontrollably angry.

Zhao Zhiyu almost used his usual professional level to clear himself up: "Master Zhan, we are already at an age where we can get married, so we should make less jokes like this in the future."

After saying this, Zhao Zhiyu babbled again——

"Your change of clothes is on the hanger. The bathroom is at the end of the corridor. If you have something to do at night, you can ring the bell at the bedside. If you are thirsty, there is tea on the table. My room is at the back of the corridor upstairs. If you have anything urgent, you can come to me. No If there is anything else, I will go down first, good night, Master Zhan, good night, Master."

After saying this, Zhao Zhiyu seemed to have oiled the soles of his feet, and slipped faster than the soap that fell on the floor in the bathroom.

Zhan Ziran was left alone to face Mo Xu.

Mo Xu: "Zhan Ziran, you are quite at ease."

Zhan Ziran trembled three times, and bravely met Mo Xu's gaze.

The corners of Zhan Ziran's mouth curled up, and he said weakly, "What are you doing, can't I get close to my childhood playmate?"

Mo Xu looked down at Zhan Ziran. Although Zhan Ziran was 22, he still looked young.

The hair looks extremely soft, lying softly on the head, the skin is whiter than before, there seem to be stars in the eyes, shining brightly, making people's heart itch, and the tear mole at the end of the eye.

What was Zhan Ziran talking about just now?

What lover?

What Shih Tzu?

Zhan Ziran, he likes Zhao Zhiyu?

Impossible and impossible.

Mo Xu's face turned cold, he frowned and said coldly: "What are you doing, Zhao Zhiyu is not a broken sleeve, it's not good for him, you should stay away from him."

Zhan Ziran paused and did not speak.

Mo Xu continued: "It's impossible for you to be with him, you'd better respect yourself and keep him as far away as possible!"

Zhan Ziran's heart trembled, as if the softest part of his heart had been severely pinched.

Zhan Ziran was a little tired.

After the death of Mr. Zhan, Zhan Ziran was forced to put the ducks on the shelves, and carried the big mess left by Mr. Zhan.

Zhan Ziran experienced being insulted by debt collectors and splashed with feces, and was blocked into his home by people with malicious intentions to molested him repeatedly.

I was looked at by some messy people with disgusting and greasy eyes, like an actor singing in an opera troupe, or a dancer on the side of the road.

Even the big gentry offered him a price overtly and secretly.

Zhan Ziran never thought that Haicheng really had so many broken sleeves.

Whenever he carries it over, he just thinks, after passing this hurdle, I'm still a goddamn hero.

But, suddenly, there was a feeling of fatigue at this moment.

Zhan Ziran pulled a smile from the corner of his mouth, pretending to be relaxed: "Yes, I have a bad reputation, and I am not afraid of getting worse. Don't worry, Young Master Mo, I will not attack Zhao Zhiyu. After all, he admired me when he was young. I want to Leave an image of innocence in his heart."

Zhan Ziran thought for a while, then said, "Master Mo better stay away from me."

Mo Xu paused, and said with a sneer, "I still have a reputation? Besides, I don't care about reputation now, the worse it is, the better."

Zhan Zi was dumbfounded, Mo Xu's reputation was ruined by him, after he cut off the news of Mo Xu, he thought... that Mo Xu would not return to China.

Zhan Ziran said softly: "I thought you wouldn't come back, why did you...drop out?"

Mo Xu paused, did not answer Zhan Ziran, but laughed and said: "You think I won't come back, so you did this? You don't even think about what will happen if I come back?"

Zhan Ziran thought long ago that if Mo Xu still had his original character, he would not be afraid. After a while, Mo Xu would blushing and say, "It's up to you."

If Mo Xu was still the same...

"Speak," Mo Xu frowned.

Zhan Ziran didn't want to talk about this topic with Mo Xu again, so he turned his head away to avoid Mo Xu's cold black eyes.

"I'm tired, and Master Mo should go to bed earlier."

Zhan Ziran wanted to pass by him, the guest room that Zhao Zhiyu said was in front of him.

Before Zhan Ziran could take two steps, his arm was caught by a strong hand, and when he exerted force there, Zhan Ziran fell backwards.

Zhan Ziran was startled by the sudden change, trying to catch something.

Then he grabbed an arm, and hit the wall behind him, and the woody smell in front of him collided with him, so rich that it made people want to breathe.

Mo Xu took a deep breath, pressed Zhan Ziran's shoulder with one hand, trapped him in the corner, put his chin against Zhan Ziran's ear, and suddenly sneered, "Zhan Ziran, let me remind you, you are It's not that I didn't realize my situation, you are in my hands now."