[Wen Ye] My boyfriend is Hong Kong black

My name is Qian Ze, and I am an ordinary student at a comprehensive university.

The family is harmonious, the situation is good, and they have always been the type of people who went smoothly when they were studying. Except for their good looks, they are no different from ordinary people in other places.

If there is anything special about my life experience, it is probably that although I have only just been in college, I already have a long-time lover.

My lover is Nakahara Chuya, 23 years old this year, and an office worker in a large company who has already worked.

"Qian Ze," a roommate called me, "Are you going back to the dormitory today?"

He leaned on the table and took out the basketball from his backpack, "We will play basketball later and then go to dinner, will you join this time?"

"I won't go today," I shook my head and packed up my textbooks. "Go back first, I have something to do today."

When I said that, several roommates surrounded me, and one of them gave a smirk on purpose.

"Ah? Looking for your partner again?"

"What does Qian Ze's girlfriend look like? You always keep it well hidden."

"It must be a big beauty. What kind of beautiful girl in the class confesses to you and you refuse so decisively."

I put my bag on my back, looked at my roommates, and begged helplessly, "It's not that I want to hide, she's really busy at work."

"When I have time in the future, I will definitely pick you up for dinner, and I won't tell lies."

This is not the first time that she has promised her roommates so.

But every time I can't make it, if I want to ask the reason, it's because...

My boyfriend is really busy.

He works in a well-known large company, and his boss values ​​him very much. He is rich and looks good, but his height may be a little flawed.

But I don't think it's a defect. He is the only one in every Central Plains, good and bad, and that's why he is constructed like this.

This is not the reason for my relationship with him. We have known each other for six years, and we have been dating for almost four years.

When I first met him, he had just joined that company not long ago.

He didn't go to college and didn't have a diploma. If he had to say something, he might be considered a "social scum" by many people.

When he and I were friends, we were often ridiculed or blamed by people around us, but no one expected that he would successfully gain a foothold in a big company.

Today is the weekend, and there are not many classes in school. I walked out of the school gate and got on the tram.

When I looked down at my phone, the call finally came.

"Hello? Qian Ze," my boyfriend said, "Sorry, the plane is a bit late, I'll come pick you up right away!"

His voice is nice, but the timbre is relatively low, but it has a little boyish frizz.

For me who is voice-activated, just listening to it can make people not angry at all.

I heard the sound of his sports car starting, and felt a little helpless.

In the past, he still liked motorcycles. Later, when the motorcycle broke down for unknown reasons, he switched to driving a sports car.

"No need, Chuya." I tried my best to stop him, "I'm already on the tram."

"Is it hard for you to go on a business trip? I'll be home in half an hour. I'm a boy, so there's no need for someone to pick me up. You should rest for a while and go to bed."

"But--"

"No but, rest."

Interrupting my boyfriend, I know he must have worked all night for a long time in order to get back in time.

This is not the first time. Last time when I came home, I saw him lying on the sofa and fell asleep without taking off his coat.

The eyes are blue, and even I am a little dissatisfied with his boss.

A high salary can't make people fly around to deal with so many things, right?Zhongye is not the only one of his subordinates, let him do everything.

"Also, no smoking," I thought for a while, and added, "Chuya's health is obviously not good, and he can't smoke after hanging up my phone."

"…understood."

Through the receiver, I could hear his lower tone, probably not very happy.

There is no way, work is stressful, smoking and drinking are understandable, I am not absolutely restricting him, but I still have to consider my health.

If there are no accidents, I can go up after buying something at the convenience store downstairs.

I picked and picked. Instead of taking fast food, I bought some vegetables and planned to cook them at home. Although I don’t have many opportunities to cook, my skills are still good.

"Hi, hello! May I have your contact information?"

Carrying a bag of snacks, I raised my head and looked at the strange woman in front of me.

She was wearing a high school uniform, she looked young, her face was blushing, but she stared at me firmly.

She is a very courageous and cute little girl.

I've seen this kind of strike-up many times, so I'm used to it, so I carried a convenience bag.

"Sorry," I smiled at her, "I'm in a rush to get home for my boyfriend, so I might not be free."

"Eh?" Her eyes widened instantly, "You, you are so handsome, do you have a boyfriend..."

Although the acceptance of homosexuality in today's society is not low, it is still relatively rare.

If you think about it this way, it seems incredible that I can talk about the present with my lover smoothly.

"Chizawa."

The voice that called my name was very familiar, and it was a little hoarse, probably because it hadn't rested for a long time.

I look over the girl's shoulder and look behind her.

The young man was wearing a three-piece suit, vest, coat, hat, gloves, and suit pants straight without any wrinkles.

That expensive suit jacket was just casually draped over his shoulders. I wondered many times why it would not fall off no matter what he did.

Chu-colored hair was tied up a little bit, and he was wearing a black hat, with a slender gloved finger pressing the brim of the hat.

The man raised his eyes to look at me, his lips curled up, his sapphire blue eyes looked very beautiful.

"Chuya, why are you here, didn't you rest?"

I watched him walk up to me, raised his jaw slightly, and glanced at me casually.

"If you rest, you probably won't be able to see this scene."

Zhong Yuanzhong also turned his head and looked at her, his eyes seemed to hide the deep sea, their sharpness was astonishing.

"Here, this is my boyfriend." He hooked the corners of his lips, smiling purely and arrogantly, "I said that I have a lover, so I should see it anyway?"

The girl's face was pale, and she ran away without saying a word, as if she was a little sad.

"...Chung also looks really scary."

"Tsk, are you talking about me? If it's not scary, it's hard to be a deterrent in the company I work for."

He pressed his hat, ignored the people around him staring at him, and said casually, I didn't care either.

"It's too intimidating and I can't get close to my subordinates. Maybe they will be said bad things together behind."

Although I have no work experience yet, I still have some experience in this kind of thing. Isn't ordinary people's interpersonal communication like this?

"Huh? No one would have the guts."

His tone was relaxed, and his answer was very firm, as if he was very sure.

Sometimes, I don't quite understand why his boss chooses him as a leading cadre.

"Yes Yes."

I shoved the shopping bag into his hand unceremoniously, "Go home, I'm exhausted, today's class is very difficult."

"That's right, I planned to ask you to play games..."

"Wait, I think I can do it again! I bought back the difficult game last time!"

Walking out of the convenience store, I tugged on his sleeve slightly, and kept my eyes on him.

Zhongyuan Zhong also turned his head, as if he had noticed something, although his expression was a little awkward, he still grabbed my hand.

There are some thin calluses on his hands, I don't know how they are formed, they are not the same as my hands that hold pens all year round, but they are still very warm.

"Welcome home, Chuya."

Zhong Yuanzhong is indeed rich, and I realized this in the second year of dating him.

Thanks to his unbelievably fast promotion speed, his assets are also increasing almost every month, and his consumption level is also rising terrifyingly.

…In this respect, his boss is sometimes very generous.

The man hooked my finger and didn't let it go until I got into the elevator.

"Is the business trip hard this time?" I joked, "During your departure, several new games were launched."

"Ah, it's okay." Zhong Yuan Zhong also leaned in the elevator and said lazily, "Small cooperation, it's nothing serious."

He turned his head to look at me and smiled, "Games...I'm very interested in the one you mentioned on the phone last time. How many games will you play?"

"Forget it, you'd better rest first, a bad complexion is better than a ghost."

I raised my hand and patted his hat on purpose, and said solemnly, "I told you not to come down to pick me up, just rest."

For Mr. Chuya Nakahara, height is a pain point that must never be mentioned.

"Hey, this kind of behavior is really annoying..."

He tilted his head, his dark blue eyes looked at me dangerously.

Without hesitation, he tugged on my shoulder decisively and bit the corner of my lip.

There is not much difference in our heights, I shrank back, but I couldn't dodge, and he held my shoulders.

A deep, long kiss was exchanged.

When the elevator reached the floor, I coughed several times and pushed him away, "You must be smoking."

I can smell tobacco in my breath, although it is very faint, but it is strange that I can't smell it at such a close distance!

Zhongyuan Zhong also froze, and pressed his hat down in frustration.

"Just one." He was silent for a while, and then he stood obediently and let me take half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket with ease.

"The half pack of cigarettes is mine," I shook him, "I'm not saying you can't smoke, I've smoked before..."

"...When did you smoke?"

"Ah, didn't I tell you?" I froze for a moment instead.

Facing those pupils that gradually turned into a half-smile, I paused, "Before, the school club activities were not out of curiosity..."

"Learning to smoke is not a good habit, kid."

My boyfriend rubbed my hair instead, and there was a natural smile in the sapphire blue eyes, "Why don't you learn this?"

"Smoking is a man's romance, you won't understand."

"Hahahahaha..." My boyfriend was shaking as he laughed.

He glanced at me, the elevator reached the floor, he stretched out his hand and lightly pulled out half a pack of cigarettes from my hand, and threw them neatly into the trash can.

"You don't think the Mafia is a man's romance, do you?"

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