Every time I take the subway, someone peeks at my phone, why is it swollen?

Seeing Pei Yuyan's expression, she seemed to be extremely surprised, and after a long time of stunned, she said: "I thought I misjudged the person, but I didn't expect it to be you."

Being bumped into by acquaintances in public, Zheng Lang felt a little hot, so he could only smile at Pei Yuyan.

Xie Muchen was as usual, his expression did not change much: "Well, what are you doing here?"

Pei Yuyan was shocked just now, and her reaction was delayed for a long time. It took a long time to find an excuse: "Oh, I have a friend who is on a plane at nine o'clock in the evening. I just dropped him off. I didn't expect to run into you as soon as I came out... …you."

Xie Muchen nodded, no doubt about him: "Have you eaten yet, let's go eat together."

At this moment, Pei Yuyan didn't know what it was like, and she didn't dare to hold on, her voice was a bit wrong: "I, I have eaten, and I have to go back to the company to work overtime later, so I will leave first, and we will get together another day!" Before the two of them could answer, he hurriedly turned around and strode away.

He was afraid that if he didn't leave, he would do something unacceptable.He gritted his teeth hard so as not to look embarrassed, and he didn't wake up a little until he tasted the smell of blood in his mouth.

Although he had planned for the worst in his heart as early as the first time he saw Zheng Lang, he still held a trace of luck.

What if Mu Chen is only because he looks like Xiaoxi?Otherwise, according to his temperament, how could he develop such an intimate relationship with a stranger so quickly?

At first glance, Mu Chen looked like a straight man who couldn't be more straight. Although he had never been in a relationship, Pei Yuyan grew up with him, so he couldn't understand his various behaviors, habits, personality and hobbies very well.Otherwise, he wouldn't have kept silent on him for so long.

What went wrong, he and Zheng Lang got together so quickly?

He mustered up his courage before coming to the airport today, probably because of his sixth sense. He always had a feeling that if he didn't speak out, he might never have a chance in this life.So he arrived at the airport two hours early, and wanted to take this opportunity to have a good chat with Xie Muchen, but he didn't expect it, and he still couldn't say it.

Seeing them kissing in the crowded airport hall, only seeing each other's sweetness, he didn't know what to do.

It was as if a thunderbolt from the blue had exploded in his ears, tearing his heart and lungs apart.

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Zheng Lang looked at his back, a little strange: "Isn't today the weekend?"

Xie Muchen also felt a little strange, but didn't think about it carefully: "Maybe he really has something to do."

Or is this the first serious date the two have had together?Although being together now is similar to what they did before, Zheng Lang always feels weird.

Just like now, when he and Xie Muchen were walking together, he just felt that the two of them were too close, and always felt that everyone around them was whispering and looking at them.

Xie Muchen saw him slowly moving farther and farther away, and it was a little funny: "I used to hook shoulders with me, but now we have a clear distinction?" The treatment is not as good as before.

Zheng Lang let out a sigh, and said a little embarrassedly: "Really?" How could he not remember the two of them hooking shoulders together before?Xie Muchen, a person who looks like a god at first glance, was he so courageous before?

Xie Muchen pulled the person closer to him, and whispered: "You're only shy when you think about it now?"

Zheng Lang's mouth was so stiff that he refused to admit it at all: "No way! I was thinking about what to eat for dinner!"

"Okay." Xie Muchen didn't expose him, "Then have you figured out what to have for dinner?"

The two discussed for a long time, and finally chose Cantonese cuisine, and went to a Cantonese restaurant that they had never been to before.

When I came out after dinner, the weather said it was not too early, and it was not too late.But Zheng Lang thought that Xie Muchen had just come back from a business trip and he must be very tired, so he planned to go back.

Although he was a little reluctant.

Zheng Lang: "Why don't we go back?"

Xie Muchen: "Huh?"

Zheng Lang: "You just came back, you should be very tired, why don't you go back and rest earlier?"

Xie Muchen smiled, "It's okay, I don't have to go to work tomorrow."

Zheng Lang was stunned for a moment, feeling his reluctance in a slow reaction.

This realization made his heart beat faster, and he suddenly felt that he was so cute, just like the male protagonists in the novels he had read.

Xie Muchen's words undoubtedly pleased him, and he couldn't help but whispered what was in his heart: "Actually, I don't want to go back so early."

Xie Muchen's lips curled up, "Oh?"

Zheng Lang kicked the small stones on the road with his toes, making a piercing sound.

For a long time, neither of them spoke.

The strange thing is that the atmosphere doesn't look awkward, but there is a kind of quiet time.

Zheng Lang suddenly understood, it turns out that between lovers, even those who are so bored on the road feel very happy.

"Because I haven't seen you for a long time."

After hesitating for a long time, he still spoke his mind, although his voice was small.

Xie Muchen was half a head taller than him, and when he lowered his head slightly, he could see the lovely curls on top of his head.

"Me too."

This small road is relatively remote, and there are few people on the road. Occasionally, one or two people who return late will pass by on bicycles.

The winter jasmine of someone's house on the roadside passed through the fence and swayed gracefully in the evening wind.

Zheng Lang ran over in surprise, stretched out his hand and broke off the outermost branch, then ran over and handed it to Xie Muchen, his eyes sparkling: "There is nothing in the south of the Yangtze River, let me give you a branch of spring."

Xie Muchen reached out to take it, and couldn't help laughing: "You are borrowing flowers to present Buddha."

Zheng Lang pulled him past the fence, and said in a low voice: "So you have to come at night, besides, folding flowers, can it be counted as stealing?"

It's obviously stealing, but he still has to say it so elegantly. Why didn't he find out that he was so sharp-tongued before?There is a set of truths, which makes him unable to refute.I had no choice but to obey him, "Yes, yes, stealing flowers really cannot be counted as stealing."

Zheng Lang didn't realize the gentle smile in his eyes, he stretched out a hand for unknown reasons, and was gently held by Xie Muchen, which fit him unexpectedly.

"I remember when I was at home, there was a market every three, six or nine. Planting tea and flowers was very popular there. No matter where we were, we could see the flower market. Walking all the way there was like wearing flowers and blowing willows. At that time There is a bamboo branch poem that has been widely circulated: the pavilions in the center of the water are connected to the sky, and the hanging willows are about to melt into smoke. The most is the sunset, people ask for crossings, and Linxi competes for flower boats. It is a pity that I was born late and did not meet such a grand event.”

Although he knew that he was an orphan, but he had never heard him talk about the past, the smile on the corner of Xie Muchen's mouth was restrained, and he just felt that he looked so soft and poignant.

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