Sensory Hunting ABO

The fireworks and starry sky in memory are incomparably beautiful, and tens of millions of pixels cannot reproduce one-thousandth of its beauty.If he could transmit the scene in his head to another person like in a sci-fi movie, then Luo Xichuan wouldn't have to rack his brains.

After Luo Xichuan bluffed, the lack of words made him very annoyed.He began to regret that even if it was that night, his speech would definitely be much better than now.

"It's a pity. You didn't let me call you then."

"As I said, contact Secretary Li."

Luo Xichuan's lips were drawn into a line, and it took a while before he spoke, "I just want to tell you."

"Is this something private?"

It's not a private matter, but I just want to share it with Yan Yi alone.Luo Xichuan stared at the snow-white ceiling like a deflated ball.Not to mention the shocking scenery, even the small ninety-nine in my heart, there is no way to explain it clearly.

Luo Xichuan's depression usually does not exceed 3 minutes. He stood up abruptly, and said as if claiming credit: "Ah, I also wrote your and my names on the beach, and drew a big heart. The gods appeared, I Not only do you know that your pheromone smells like red wine, but you are also willing to answer my calls when you come back this time, it seems... you are a little more gentle with me... right..."

Yan Yi scoffed at this, "Why do you always do such stupid things that no child would do?"

Luo Xichuan chuckled.

At this moment Luo Xichuan was still alive and kicking, overly excited, but when taking a bath, he yawned several times in a row and felt drowsy.

Drowsy and acting like a baby by instinct, he moaned and asked Yan Yi to wash his hair.

Yan Yi was tired of him, but he couldn't help Luo Xichuan begged repeatedly, so he had no choice but to assume the responsibility of being an old mother.Pour a little shampoo in the palm of your hand, and snort on Luo Xichuan's hair.Luo Xichuan was like a cat whose hair had been smoothed out, and his vigilance dropped an octave accordingly.Luo Xichuan always remembered what caused this dispute, and said what he cared about most, buried in his heart for a long time.

"I want to know about Uncle Yan Yao..."

The fingers stuck in the hair stopped.Luo Xichuan has a bad heart, and it's not good to be thrown out of the hotel naked in the middle of the night.He was quick-witted, played tricks, leaned back, leaned on Yan Yi's shoulder and pretended to be asleep.Those words just now became murmurs in a dream—sleeping words can’t be counted.

Fortunately, Yan Yi didn't expose him.After Yan Yi rinsed the foam off his hair, he really fell asleep.

In the next three days, Luo Xichuan recorded two variety shows.After the recording of the last scene, as soon as he entered the studio, his assistant Xiao Wang told him that the big boss was waiting for him in the underground parking lot.

Luo Xichuan took it for granted that Yan Yi came to pick him up when he was free.After sitting in the car for a long time, he realized that the destination of this car might not be any place he was familiar with.

"Is there a dinner?"

Yan Yi was reading a newspaper, and the wristwatch on his wrist, which was worth as much as a famous car, reflected the evening sunlight, and the light made Luo Xichuan squint his eyes.

"Don't you want to know Yan Yao?"

Luo Xichuan sneered, neither daring to say yes nor no.This road is bustling with people, it would be embarrassing if you were kicked out of the car here and recognized again.

Yan Yi stopped talking, Luo Xichuan also shut up, and didn't ask any questions.The current mood is like playing minesweeper, hesitating, not daring to click on any seemingly innocent and harmless squares.

The car got off the highway, crossed the bridge, and entered a straight street.The sycamores on both sides of the road are tall and straight, and the golden leaves are falling gracefully.At the end of the road is a high-end villa area.The single-family villas with European style reminded Luo Xichuan of a small town in a fairy tale.

Yan Yi led Luo Xichuan into a western restaurant, the bright private room was facing the villa area.

Luo Xichuan cut a small piece of steak and put it in his mouth, quietly looking at the man sitting against the light.

Yan Yi took a sip of coffee, "This is where I grew up."

Parents provide Yan Yi with all the best material needs, but they have been absent from Yan Yi's childhood for a long time.

The lack of love did not cause any trauma to Yan Yi, but it made Yan Yi a very precocious young master.

The young master Yan Yi is also the bully of the kindergarten.After crying the head teacher of the kindergarten class for the fourth time, five-year-old Yan Yi was entrusted to the big brother Yan Yao to raise him.

The young master who still had a dumpling face looked coldly at this young man with a flattering smile. The 19-year-old Yan Yao is undoubtedly the Yan family who is least like the Yan family.

As the eldest child of this generation, Yan Yao was given high hopes.But he has no interest in business and politics, and he is not interested in becoming a lawyer, doctor or professor, and his math performance is also a mess.Young Master Yan heard all these from the dinner table, so Yan Yao was labeled a "stupid" by him.

When Yan Yao faced all kinds of accusations, he just grinned kindly.Occasionally refute a sentence or two, but also some words that do not seek to make progress.Young Master Yan became more and more determined to stay away from the "idiot".

Unexpectedly, the "idiot" would take the initiative to ask Ying to ask Yan Yi's parents to take care of Yan Yi.

Young Master Yan's two bamboo pole-like thin legs were crossed together, and he raised his legs like an adult.What idiot would be rushing to take on childcare errands?

Yan Yao hurriedly straightened Yan Yi's legs, "Xiao Yi, crossing your legs is not good for bone development, and the bones will grow crooked."

Not to mention the loss of freedom, but also being surrounded by "idiots" and preaching all day long, the five-year-old Young Master Yan rolled his eyes for the first time in his life.

The school Yan Yao attended was the Oil Painting Department of the Academy of Fine Arts.Yan Yi would often see Yan Yao drawing with a brush, rubbing paint on his cheeks with his fingers, which looked rather indecent.Perhaps it was because of his hatred of Wu Jiwu, Young Master Yan felt that the paintings drawn by "idiots" were "unintelligible, they are so ugly."

Of course Yan Yao didn't know what Yan Yi was thinking.I'm afraid that even if he knew that Yan Yi called him "idiot" in private, he would only smile with a good temper.Yan Yao, who didn't know about being hated, immediately opened a [-]% bright smile the moment he saw Yan Yi, and called Yan Yi to his side.

Young Master Yan was quite a stinky fart, he didn't want to show his face, so he turned his head and ran back to his room to play racing.

Yan Yao didn't care too much, he just thought it was a child throwing a temper tantrum.

After waiting for half an hour, Young Master Yan walked quietly to Yan Yao's studio again, trying to observe what stupid things the "idiot" was doing again.

The "stupid" is using wooden strips to frame the picture, and then brushing diluted latex layer by layer on the canvas.The afternoon sun shone on his face, and his serious and focused expression made him look different.He wasn't the usual nice guy who was easy to bully.

At this moment, Yan Yao finally let Yan Yi see a sense of recognition.

Yan Yao is also a beautiful man with the good looks of the Yan family.