My rivals later said they liked me

"Duan Yan, tomorrow is my birthday, can I invite you to my house to play?"

Duan Yan clicked on the message and saw this sentence. This is the first time Zhu Lian sent him a message. Zhu Lian and him hardly communicate on the phone, so Duan Yan was a little confused when he saw the message at first glance.

But soon he remembered that last time on his birthday Zhu Lian specially gave him a gift, which was a pen, but Duan Yan didn't have too many requirements for pens and so on, so he didn't look too carefully, but this is also Best wishes from Zhulian.

What made Duan Yan a little embarrassed was that Zhu Lian knew about his birthday, but he didn't pay attention to his birthday at all, and it was a bit outrageous for him to invite him in person.

After thinking about it, Duan Yan naturally responded, "Of course I can. I will definitely come on your birthday."

As soon as the message was sent, the other party indicated that it was typing, so Duan Yan waited patiently for a while.

But after a long meeting, I sent him a message: "Then I will pick you up at your door tomorrow, okay?"

Duan Yan was a little embarrassed and declined: "How can I ask Shou Xing to pick me up in person? Just tell me the address and I will come by myself."

The other side was silent for a while, and then said: "Then I will ask the driver to pick you up. You have never been to my house, so it will be more convenient."

Duan Yan thought for a while, and it was indeed the truth, and said: "Okay, that's troublesome."

The other party immediately sent a message: "Well... I'm looking forward to it..."

Duan Yan didn't think much about it, but thought it might be that Zhu Lian didn't have many friends, and his birthdays in the past were relatively ordinary, so he was invited this time so he was looking forward to it.

In the evening, the sky darkened quickly, but for Zhu Zhou, it didn’t make any difference whether the sky was black or white. His room was always covered by heavy curtains, and it was always dark. Shen black.

He slowly caressed a photo with a beautiful picture. The red light cast a dull film on the picture. The white face of the young man in the picture was covered with an ominous crimson due to the red light. The bright black eyes looked a bit strange and beautiful at this time, like a hell beauty bound by cursed chains.

Zhu Zhou gently lifted the photo in a good mood, his slightly curved lips seemed to contain spring water, he lowered his head gracefully and gently kissed the boy in the photo, with a somewhat intoxicated expression on his face.

When he remembered that this young man was Duan Yan, his dark and dull eyes became more treacherous, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

"... the most perfect art."

"Red suits him best...doesn't it?"

When Duan Yan just woke up in the morning, he received a message from Zhu Lian, but the strange thing is that this message was sent at three o'clock in the morning.

"Send me a message tomorrow morning when you leave the house? The driver will be waiting for you."

Duan Yan was a little strange. Then he thought it might be his birthday tomorrow, so Zhu Lian was so excited that he couldn't sleep.

He didn't pay much attention, and sent him a message casually: "I'm getting up now, you didn't have a good rest last night? You still send a message so late."

Almost the moment the message was sent, the other party showed that it was typing.

"Maybe I'm a little excited... By the way, when you go downstairs, you can see a dark blue car parked at the door of your unit. This is what I sent."

Duan Yan replied, and got up to wash up. He opened the curtains and glanced downstairs subconsciously.

There was indeed a dark blue car at the entrance of the unit, and there was a vague figure sitting on the driver's seat of the car. Peppermint candies.

When he went downstairs, he randomly tore open a candy and put it in his mouth, and held the other in the palm of his hand.

In fact, this is a habit developed with Brother Lu. Every time Lu Chaosheng sees him eating candy, he will ask him for candy, and he insists on the same taste, so Duan Yan usually brings more candies to feed Brother Lu.

At first he thought that Brother Lu didn't like sugar, but later he found out that Brother Lu was as addicted to sugar as he was.

He went downstairs and casually threw the candy wrappers into the trash can, and then walked to the dark blue car. The driver was wearing a black peaked cap, a thin black sweater with cotton on his upper body, and a black Wearing a mask, the whole person can only see his dark eyes, the eyelashes are a little long, the fundus of the eyes is a little black, and he looks a little gloomy.

When he saw Duan Yan, he blinked his eyes slightly, and wanted to get out of the car to open the door for him, but Duan Yan looked into the driver's eyes with an inexplicable sense of familiarity and discomfort. The vitality is like black water, just looking at it makes people feel like the vortex that the soul is about to be sucked into.

Duan Yan moved his eyes away, barely ignoring the discomfort, the wind outside made him a little cold, he stopped the driver, smiled and said: "It's okay, I'll get in the car by myself, don't get down, it's cold outside." He When he spoke, the white breath curled up along the white jade-like cheeks, and the tip of the nose was reddish, looking as cute as a crying cat.

The driver glanced at him, then moved his eyes away again, without saying a word, just responded in a low voice.

In fact, it is also difficult for him to get down now. From three o'clock in the morning until now, his lower body is a little numb.

Duan Yan opened the door and quickly got into the car. The heater was turned on inside the car, and it was very warm. Duan Yan rubbed his hands and quickly closed the door.

He rubbed his cheeks lightly, and smiled at the driver: "You can go, but can you go to the commercial street first?"

The air was silent for a while, and the driver responded with a slightly hoarse voice, without asking why, he turned the steering wheel skillfully, and as soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the car drove out smoothly.

Duan Yan was silent all the way, and Duan Yan didn't know what to say. When he saw the larger shopping mall on the commercial street, he said: "The trouble is, just stop here at the shopping mall. You just wait a moment, I will take care of it later." come out."

The driver glanced at him slightly sideways, his cold eyes were a little bit bright, like a starless night sky, gloomy and cold, covered with a thin layer of misty light.

Duan Yan moved his eyes unnaturally, the strange sense of familiarity in his heart became stronger and stronger, he couldn't help but said: "Well, Master Driver, do we know each other?"

The driver pulled up the mask unnaturally and shook his head slightly.

Duan Yan smiled a little embarrassedly, and took out the mint candy from his pocket and handed it over: "This is a mint candy. I'm a bit bored in the car, so I can eat one."

The driver froze for a moment, then reached out to take it.

His fingernails showed a strange paleness, and there seemed to be a few faint scars on the back of his hand, which made people feel like a pity that a perfect jade carving was destroyed by someone.

The driver quickly withdrew his hand and turned his body back, but his big black eyes were staring at the teenager in the rearview mirror without blinking.

After Duan Yan gave the candy out, he stopped paying attention to this strange driver. He got out of the car and quickly entered the mall.

After all, I was going to attend someone else's birthday party, so I had to bring a gift with me no matter what.

Duan Yan usually has plenty of pocket money, so he chose a moderately priced watch, and came out after paying.

When he got into the car, the driver drove out smoothly, but his black mask moved slightly, as if he was gnawing on something.

Duan Yan smelled the slightly fresh air after ventilation in the car, and there was a vague smell of mints in it, so he leaned back gently with a little relaxation between his brows and eyes.

The vehicle drove for about half an hour before arriving at a small but exquisite red-roofed villa.

Seeing the car stop, Duan Yan asked, "Are you there?"

The driver nodded, and Duan Yan smiled politely at him: "Thank you."

The driver's eyes touched his reddish lips, as if they were burned, he quickly lowered his head, still without saying a word.

After Duan Yan got out of the car, he didn't see the driver again. He entered the villa. The servants seemed to know him, and they quickly led him upstairs, saying, "You can wait in the room for a while. , the young master will come right away."

Duan Yan nodded and entered the room, he sat on the sofa a little uncomfortable.

This villa inexplicably gave him a feeling of oppression.

It may be too quiet, the servants can't even make a sound when they walk.

The villa area is surrounded by the countryside, and there are very few vehicles here, so it is too quiet.

Duan Yan thought absently, he put the gift box in his hand on the edge of the sofa, and casually looked at the furnishings of the room.

There is no extra color in this room. If you have to say it, there is only one word to describe it.

White.

The walls and ceiling are all white, the floor tiles are also porcelain white, the marble tabletop is covered with a white patterned tablecloth, and the sofas are as white as soft clouds in the sky.

There are many white porcelain plates and cups on the table, even the decorations are transparent or white.

The whole space gives people a pure white and oppressive feeling, which makes the eyes feel a little uncomfortable after looking at it for a long time.

Duan Yan frowned slightly, feeling more and more uncomfortable in his heart.

To be honest, if it wasn't for Zhu Lian, he would have put down the gift box and left.

This kind of environment layout is too ghostly, and the people watching it feel uncomfortable.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the door, and then Zhu Zhou walked in. Zhu Zhou seemed to be in a good mood, with the corners of his red lips curled up slightly, and he smiled and said, "You are here."

He looked very energetic, but the dark blue under his eyes couldn't be covered up. Inexplicably, Duan Yan reminded Duan Yan of the driver's stagnant eyes and the dark bags under his eyes that contrasted with the pale skin.

Duan Yan let out a sigh of relief, no longer thinking about it, he smiled at Zhu Zhou: "Come here, this is a gift for you, I wish you a happy birthday."

The smile on the corner of Zhu Zhou's mouth widened. He took the gift, stroked the gift box cherishingly, and said with a smile, "Thank you."

Duan Yan relaxed a little, looked around and said, "I'm the only one here today?"

Zhu Zhou's eyes flickered slightly, and he still smiled and said, "Yes, I only have you as a friend. By the way, I'll ask someone to set up the table right away."

Duan Yan nodded, and his heart softened a little.

Zhu Lian only had him as a friend, so he should stay with him for a while longer, Duan Yan couldn't help feeling a little bit regretful for wanting to leave just now.

After a while, several servants came up one after another, the dishes were quickly arranged, and some colorful wine and drinks were brought.

The two sat down, Zhu Zhou gently picked up a white porcelain cup, he poured a little orange juice for Duan Yan, there were a few shallow scars on the pale hand that twisted the bottle cap.

He smiled and handed him the orange juice, and poured some for himself.

Zhu Zhou raised his glass and smiled rarely, the gloom between his brows and eyes disappeared completely, his beautiful face was full of smiles, making him look extremely pure white.

Of course Duan Yan wouldn't refuse, just a little thirsty, he drank half of the glass of orange juice after clinking glasses.

Then the two began to chat while having dinner, and Duan Yan was coaxed by Zhu Zhou to drink a little wine, and then he felt his head getting dizzy, and his eyes gradually blurred.

In the final picture, Zhu Zhou approached him with a vague face, and a light blue was slightly exposed in the pocket of his pure white jacket.

Like a mint wrapper.

The author has something to say: Now this Zhu Lian is a combination of Zhu Lian, Zhu Zhou and the 'painter', so it's even more perverted.

Zhu Zhou: Duan, do you think I still have a chance?

Duan Yan: Climb, shoot, push, understand?

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Autumn, Happy Xiaohu 1;