Let's talk about love, shall we?

That morning was an interior designer, 26, unmarried, and had no boyfriend.

That's right, there is no boyfriend, the gender is male, and the hobby is also male.

As for why that morning has not reaped love so far, no one can explain.That morning, he had a pretty face, and he was a type of student who could receive a confession for nothing, but since he graduated from university at 22 and realized that he actually likes men, he has never been in a relationship again.He himself didn't understand why he couldn't find someone who was destined to be with him when he was a good young man.

Because Chen was a second b, but he didn't feel that way.

Those who don't know him will think that he is a talker, and those who know not only think he is a talker, but also avoid his second-rate thoughts and behaviors.

like now.

I had been sitting in the corridor for more than an hour that morning.

For more than an hour, he has been reflecting on what he did to make his mother unhappy.

Have no idea.

This morning, I came home happily, but my mother said: "I don't have a son as old as you."

Very strange.

That morning's deliberation failed, so I decided to post a post on the Internet to ask the netizens from all corners of the world with great powers.

[The mother refused to open the door for her son, and said, "I don't have a son as old as you"] But the son didn't know what he had done so much that he didn't even open the door. What should I do?Waiting online, it should be quite urgent.

Less than two seconds after the post was pressed and sent, the door in front of Nachen slammed open, and one walked out. .The blond foreign old lady seems to be going to dance in the square?

But wait, this is his parents' house, why did an unknown, uh, foreigner come out?

"Hey, why haven't you left yet, my child?" the old lady asked with her eyes wide open.

"I, I, this, this is my home, why should I go?"

"What is your house? This is the house my daughter bought for me. This is my house!" The old lady said in a showy tone.

Varied?what?

That morning, I looked hard at the sign in the corridor.

A big 2.

That morning, I suddenly felt that he seemed really pretty.

Because his parents live on the third floor.

That morning, I took another look at my home wifi connected to my mobile phone, and lamented that the network has really developed, and I can also receive the wifi on the third floor from the second floor.

Then I calmly went upstairs that morning.

Oh, that's it.

So he is stupid.

That morning, when I went up to the third floor and was about to knock on the door, my phone rang suddenly.

"That morning, where are you now? The studio accepted a job and asked an interior designer to check it out." That morning picked up the phone, hesitated for a while, still didn't knock on the door, and walked back to the place where he was sitting just now. place.

"?"

"I heard that she is a star, and the requirements are quite high. I am going to decorate it."

"I asked for leave today, okay, don't go."

"Don't, I called you specially. They said that they want a practical and creative style. This requirement is just for you. Besides, celebrities are not short of money. The design you give will definitely not be like that. As in the past, because the price is expensive..." Hearing what his boss hesitated to say, and looking at the stairs leading to the third floor, Na Chen sighed.

"Give me the address and I'll go."

"Hey, xx xx, xx building, xx district, xx road"

That morning, she left the community, hailed a taxi, and leaned against the window after reporting the address.

Alas, there's no way, I don't even have a date, and going back to see their elders will also cause trouble for them.

Na Chen's parents knew that Na Chen liked men, so they didn't object too much. After all, the times are advancing and concepts are changing. They know what they want best, and too much interference will only produce side effects.But after all, there is only one son, and it is impossible to say that he is not worried. Nachen also knows what his parents are thinking, and they are tacit to each other, but after all, it is the parents, so making them worry makes Nachen feel uncomfortable.

red light.

Na Chen glanced at the Phaeton parked next to him, but couldn't see inside, but always felt as if someone was staring at him.

When I moved my face away that morning, an oval mark was left on the car window.

Whoops, Nachen thought, shame on me, my face is stuck on the window of the car, I don't know how crowded it is, no wonder people look at it.

The people in the Phaeton car were in an unusually good mood.

Like a pie.Edward Lam thought.

But that morning, he didn't know what the other party was thinking, and got off the car at the intersection of the community, but the Phaeton went directly into the community.

When he arrived at the gate, Na Chen was stopped as expected, and reported the door number given to him by his superiors. The security guard directly called the owner there, and after confirming that he was not a suspicious person, he was let in.

That morning, he felt uncomfortable, and even looked at the various facilities in the high-end community that were not pleasing to the eye. Unknowingly, he found the door number he was looking for, and when he looked up, it was a three-story villa with a garden.

Then, he felt better.

It's time for people to see his real skills!

That Chendai's studio is not big, so the design cost is not high, and almost all the people who come here are ordinary families. When Nachen heard that he was a star, he was also surprised.

The designs made by Nachen paid more attention to quality and practicality. Many of them were directly customized high-priced furniture and materials, so many people could not accept the money aspect. More people liked his designs, but they could not accept the price. , changed his design beyond recognition, but he couldn't say anything that morning. After all, it was his house, and he bought his design. If he wanted to change it, he couldn't change it. He could only persuade him, nothing else. Method.

This time, he looks like a rich man, so he shouldn't have too many money problems, so he can flex his muscles!

That morning, I tidied up my clothes and rang the doorbell.

"Hi, I'm the designer of Xudong Studio."

The door opened with a click, and a man leaned lazily on the door frame: "Hello."

That morning, I felt like something was coming up from my back, it was numb, and my body seemed like a popsicle was about to melt in that man's voice.

That morning never knew why she reacted so loudly to other people's voices.

And the voice seemed somewhat familiar.

"Come in and have a look."

Something in my heart suddenly began to tumbling that morning.

This man's voice is really familiar.

So is the face.

If someone was present at this time, he would be extremely shocked, because this person in front of him is Mr. Actor, who has won various awards in recent years.

But that morning was thinking;

Oops, isn't this my college senior and ex-boyfriend!

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