Idols are duplicity every day [Entertainment]

When Bian Xinghuo returned to the hall, Chen Xu was left alone in the small corner where Lu Jiaxi was standing.

He walked over, and before he could speak, Chen Xu saw him start the conversation: "I was called away by his manager just now, and he said that if you come back, he will let you wait here for a while, no more than 10 minute."

Bian Xinghuo nodded, and finally added: "Thank you."

Ren Jiaying lost all fun and dragged Chen Xu away.

Bian Xinghuo stood and waited for about seven or eight minutes, when Lu Jiaxi's figure appeared around the corner.

When he came back, he smelled of alcohol, his face was a little red from the high temperature in the room, and his amber pupils had a sultry glow.

Bian Xinghuo just glanced at him, then looked away, raised his hand to unbutton the top button of his shirt, and felt a sigh of relief.

"Let's go." Lu Jiaxi said as he walked straight out, took off his coat and threw it to Bian Xinghuo when he walked out of the hall, and murmured, "It's really hot."

Bian Xinghuo took the clothes, folded them and hung them on his arms, followed slowly at a distance of about half an arm from Lu Jiaxi, and asked in a warm voice, "Mr. Lu, have you been drinking?"

"I was dragged by Sister Lu and poured three cups of red wine."

Lu Jiaxi's drinking capacity is neither bad nor bad, he has no hobby of drinking, and he can drink four or five bottles of beer without getting dizzy when necessary.

Bian Xinghuo didn't say any more after hearing the sound.

The car was parked in the parking lot outside the villa. The few people who came were probably driven away by Zhu Jiahong, and there was no movement outside.

Two people got into the car.

Lu Jiaxi put on his seat belt, leaned back in a comfortable position, opened the window a little, and closed his eyes to escape the smell of alcohol.

Before the car started, there was a "ding dong" sound from the direction of the driver's seat, which was the sound of a WeChat message coming in.

Lu Jiaxi heard the sound of Bian Xinghuo inserting the key, but what followed was not the sound of the car starting, but the sound of the quiet mobile phone unlocking the lock screen.

Under normal circumstances, Lu Jiaxi doesn't care who Bian Xinghuo texts or calls with. The only time he turned off Bian Xinghuo's phone was because he knew that Lu Manyi would call Bian Xinghuo.

But inexplicably, upon hearing the sound of the news coming in just now, Lu Jiaxi couldn't help but see Ren Jiaying's courteous attitude towards Bian Xinghuo just now in his mind.

Before turning his head around, his mouth opened first: "Who sent the message."

Bian Xinghuo, who had just opened WeChat in the driver's seat, was taken aback when he heard the words.

Before he could react, he heard the person in the back seat say again: "Ren..."

Lu Jiaxi found that he didn't remember his name, so he held back for a long time and changed his address: "That Mr. Ren?"

Just when the WeChat interface opened, Bian Xinghuo lowered his head and saw the red 1 on the top of the message, it was really a message from Ren Jiaying.

Mr. Lu is really a fortune teller.

Lu Jiaxi waited behind for a long time without waiting for a response, and opened his eyes in the darkness.

He tilted his head and glanced at the person in the driver's seat looking down at his phone through the rearview mirror. Seeing that the other person lowered his eyes and did not answer, he felt as if he had guessed right.

"Did you give him his contact information?"

There was something fierce in Lu Jiaxi's tone that he didn't realize.

Bian Xinghuo and Ren Jiaying have had WeChat friends for several years, but to be honest, it was indeed Ren Jiaying who took care of his WeChat back then, so he let out a "huh".

The eyes of the young man in the back seat froze for two seconds, then widened instantly when he realized it.

Ok?

Ah!

"Knowing that he wants to pick you up, do you give him his contact information?"

Lu Jiaxi felt that the three glasses of red wine had started to work, and he didn't get drunk on weekdays. Maybe it was because the car was too stuffy, and his mind started to feel a little dizzy, so dizzy that he couldn't even speak his mind.

Bian Xinghuo was dumbfounded by Lu Jiaxi's sudden question, after a while he pondered over the meaning of the other person's words, he secretly scolded Ren Jiaying with his eyes.

Bian Xinghuo hadn't noticed the rapid development of love, and now he was about to be mistaken by Lu Jiaxi for a random person who casually gave suitors contact information.

He was thinking about how to explain it, so he heard Lu Jiaxi ask again: "Do you like men?"

Lu Jiaxi was dumbfounded after asking the question.

He must have been drunk.

Normally, people who have nothing to do with him, let alone like men and women, even if he doesn't like people, he doesn't bother to ask them. Now his brain must be controlled by alcohol to ask such boring questions that violate other people's privacy.

But he was only embarrassed for a second after asking, and then looked straight at Bian Xinghuo in the driver's seat from the rearview mirror.

He didn't know the reason, but he seemed to want to hear Bian Xinghuo's answer in his heart.

When Sister Lu was asked to find an assistant, the reason for not wanting a female assistant was simple, because she was afraid of trouble.

Lu Jia analyzed the love letters he had received since he was a child, saying that he could sell them for a lot of money, but he has never been interested in such things as falling in love, and finds it troublesome.

Although there are men and women who have confessed to him, women still account for the majority.

The personal assistant can't avoid too much contact, even at his speed of driving away one person a day, he can't avoid it.

In case something happens, it will be very troublesome, and he is not good at handling it.

It's not that he is narcissistic. With his face, the evaluation of him on the Internet is very uniform.

From seventy to eighty, down to infants who can't walk, nine out of ten can't bear it. The typical looks that no one can resist, of course, is only from the perspective of the face.

So if Bian Xinghuo likes a man, should he...should drive him away?

should be.

In the past 25 years, he would drive away anyone who was interested in him, and distanced himself without showing any sympathy.

But Bian Xinghuo's words... It seems that it's okay to keep it. After all, like Bian Xinghuo's food is delicious, he can massage, he is thoughtful, and he doesn't do many things. There are not many assistants who are on call and obedient.

If Bian Xinghuo really likes him, he can make a little effort to guide and guide him, so that the other party will stop thinking that he shouldn't have, and it's not necessary to drive him away.

No... wait... there seems to be a logic problem somewhere.

Why did Bian Xinghuo like him?

Oh, Bian Xinghuo likes men.

No, when did Bian Xinghuo say that he likes men?

And even if Bian Xinghuo really liked a man, he didn't say he liked him!

Lu Jiaxi only felt that the things in his mind were jumbled together, and all the vague thoughts flashed back and forth in his mind.

In the end, those thoughts fought and became a ball, leaving only one thought alone, so that Lu Jiaxi could see it clearly.

Why doesn't Bian Xinghuo like him?

Thinking about it, I was still a little angry.

Why doesn't Bian Xinghuo like him!

Lu Jiaxi began to suspect that the three cups poured by Sister Lu just now might be fake wine.

No, it must be fake wine! !

The author has something to say:

Brother Lu: Let me tell you, I’m not narcissistic...

Xiao Bian silently put a question mark above his head