scapegoat

Xiao Yang swallowed the last bite of fried egg, stood up hastily: "I'm leaving."

Lang Zhongming was still sitting on a chair leisurely, drinking porridge while scrolling news on his mobile phone, now he raised his head and said with a smile, "Be careful on the road".

This relationship has been going on for a while.

Xiao Yang couldn't remember when Lang Zhongming didn't need to go to Hongsheng anymore. Basically, he could complete all the tasks by reporting at the end of every month.

On the contrary, he himself has more and more work and more and more responsibilities.

Sometimes, there is even an illusion of "the head of the family" and "the pillar of the family"-although Lang Zhongming earns more than him even if he stays at home.

In a blink of an eye, it is already September, and the last wave of high temperature in summer is also concentrated in these few days.

The sun above his head made people anxious and irritable, but Xiao Yang liked the feeling of being surrounded by warmth.

He and Lang Zhongming went to the beach for a week to play a while ago, and today is the first working day after returning.

As soon as he entered Hongsheng's gate, an intern who had just joined the data department walked up to him and greeted him respectfully.All kinds of people from other departments met along the way also nodded to him, and those who were acquainted could even chat for a few words.

He still doesn't like dealing with people, but he is used to such simple greetings.

Open the door and enter the reference room, Tang Qing is already there.

"Director, look at that pot of asparagus, it's blooming!"

Xiao Yang was taken aback.

Ordinary asparagus bamboos take several years to bloom, and this is only the first year... Could it be that the fertilizers that are usually applied are good, and the flowers bloom early?

Xiao Yang approached the window sill to take a closer look. Small petals were dotted on the emerald green branches. They looked fragile, but they were full of new vitality.

Just like Xiao Yang's own life.

Xiao Yang took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the blooming asparagus, and then passed it to Lang Zhongming.

Lang Zhongming replied in seconds: "Wow! It looks good!"

Now Lang Zhongming has nothing to do, and he has started to plant flowers and plants at home, and even a lot of housework has been taken care of by him. work.

Ke Chen also joked that Lang Zhongming "if you don't wash and cook well, you will be driven back to be the president", and Lang Zhongming also accepted this obviously Nuoyu's statement: "Yes, I am afraid of being rejected by the master."

When Xiao Yang thought of this, he felt both speechless and funny. Lang Zhongming seemed to be addicted to pretending to be low-profile, and every day he regarded himself as a servant.

At this time, Lang Zhongming sent another message: "Lao Jiang and the others want to come to visit tonight."

Xiao Yang looked at the news and felt a little emotional for a while.

In just one or two months, his and Lang Zhongming's social circles have completely mixed together.He met all kinds of friends of Lang Zhongming, and Lang Zhongming also met several of his classmates and teachers.

Some people who had no friendship at first also increased their contacts because of the newly established relationship between the two.

Xiao Yang typed and replied: "Then I'll buy some food and go home after get off work."

Xiao Yang signed up to take the driver's license test, but now he has neither a driver's license nor a car, so he has been taking his colleague's car home.

Originally Lang Zhongming said to pick him up from get off work, of course he would not agree: this is too obvious.It happened that a female colleague stopped by, and Lang Zhongming entrusted that person with the task of sending Xiao Yang to and from get off work.

Recalling the weird eyes of that "enthusiastic colleague" who seemed to know something serious, and how she and Su Huiyun became good friends inexplicably a few days later and still stick together every day, Xiao Yang's heart tightened.

This female colleague also has the habit of stopping by to buy some vegetables on the way home after work. She would stop at the nearby vegetable market for a while, so Xiao Yang often brings some fresh ingredients, vegetables and fruits back home.

If you can't cook, you can still buy some chicken, duck, fish, cauliflower, and shallots.

When I got home, the guests had already arrived.

Xiao Yang simply greeted him, put the vegetables he bought on the kitchen counter, and went to the balcony to collect his clothes.

Lang Zhongming seldom met with the gang of wine and meat friends in the past, and now they are all old friends who met when he was studying in the early years, and they also naturally accepted the relationship between Lang Zhongming and Xiao Yang.

Xiao Yang didn't talk much, but he was able to talk to old friends like Lang Zhongming.

Today is the classmate of Lang Zhongming in junior high school.

Of course, Lang Zhongming studied in a private school, and few of his classmates were ordinary people.The leader, nicknamed "Old Jiang" and full name Jiang Yufeng, was Lang Zhongming's deskmate.There are a few other buddies who have played well, and they came together today.

Jiang Yufeng saw Lang Zhongming's skillful handling of the ingredients bought by Xiao Yang, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that you are the most miserable among us, and your life is like a handyman, and you don't even have a servant. "

Someone on the other side said: "You are wrong, he is a successful person, he has settled down early, and he is such an easy master. Look at you, he is almost 30 and his wife has not been seen yet! Look at me again. , My family is arguing for bags and necklaces every day, and he doesn’t come home after playing mahjong for three days. Zhong Ming is so happy now, so you don’t have to worry.”

A group of people started booing, Lang Zhongming glanced nervously at the location of the balcony, and then stopped them in a low voice: "Don't overdo it, he doesn't want to hear this."

The result was ridiculed again.

In fact, Lang Zhongming himself is very satisfied with the current state.Serving Xiao Yang makes him feel happy physically and mentally, and he will also feel satisfied.

There were a lot of people here today, so Lang Zhongming simply brought out the hot pot, cooked two more big dishes, and started the meal.

During the dinner, Jiang Yufeng asked: "Your family also has a special little cook, why are you cooking now?"

Lang Zhongming shook his head: "That brat Xiaofeng is in a relationship. He asks for leave every day. I'm almost full-time now."

Jiang Yufeng joked, "Xiao Yang can't cook?"

Lang Zhongming was anxious: "How can he cook! There is so much oily smoke in the kitchen!"

Xiao Yang silently lowered his head to pick up the rice to cover his reddened face.

In fact, he tried cooking, but he failed a little, so he didn't want to try it.

After a meal, everyone talked about Lele, combined with the coolness output by the air conditioner and the steam rising from the hot pot, there was a sense of comfort and comfort.

Xiao Yang ate a lot more than before, and his arms were fleshy. Lang Zhongming always wanted to pinch his hands sometimes when his hands were cheap.

However, Xiao Yang was older after all, so he didn't dare to eat too much greasy food, and his meal was mainly vegetables, fish and shrimp.

After the meal, several people clamored to play Lang Zhongming's VR, and gathered in the living room to study his various entertainment equipment.

Lang Zhongming was going to wash the dishes, but was stopped by Xiao Yang: "Go and accompany the guests, I'll do the washing."

Lang Zhongming smiled: "It's such a big pot, and there is an electric socket under it. You don't know how to wash it. I washed the pot, and you can do the rest."

Xiao Yang was always embarrassed about his lack of life skills, but he could only nod helplessly.

The two were cleaning up in the kitchen together, the sound of water, scrubbing inside and the laughter of friends outside made the quietness between them even more.

Lang Zhongming was in a good mood, and gradually hummed a ditty softly.Xiao Yang just listened quietly without making a sound.

The friends played the game all night and did not leave until midnight.

After the person left, Lang Zhongming urged Xiao Yang to take a shower while packing his things: "Wash up quickly, you have to go to work tomorrow."

Xiao Yang paused: "Then you can tidy up tomorrow and rest early today."

Lang Zhongming smiled and squatted on the ground to tidy up: "I see, I'll just put the things away."

In the evening, the two took a shower, rubbed each other's backs, and chatted on the bed.

After all, Lang Zhongming was at a young age, and when he was chatting, he was distracted by the body temperature from the people around him.

Xiao Yang had already figured out his habits, so of course he felt the strangeness of the atmosphere right now.

"Aren't you tired after tossing so many dishes and serving guests all night?"

Lang Zhongming smiled cheaply: "Then I can't control it~"

Xiao Yang shuddered and got goosebumps.

However, there is no taboo about him and Lang Zhongming anymore, and they are moving towards a normal state in various senses.

When Lang Zhongming's head came closer, Xiao Yang no longer had the urge to push away, but accepted this gentle but moist kiss calmly.

Lang Zhongming was always gentle, even if he tried hard, he didn't dare to hurt Xiao Yang.

Xiao Yang is over 30 years old, and his physical strength really can't keep up with him, so he can only last longer if he loves him more.

After some passionate love, Xiao Yang lay in Lang Zhongming's arms and closed his eyes to rest.

Lang Zhongming thought to himself that according to the current internal check and balance mechanism of Hongsheng's decision-making body, after he gradually brought the past to the light, he would definitely be kicked out.

But that's exactly what he wanted.

Putting the events of those years into the present, the interests in the middle are too complicated, and the only thing he has to do is to leave Hongsheng.

To restore Xiao Yang's innocence, and not to implicate Hongsheng.

Only in this way, his own career can be regarded as a game.

Lang Zhongming turned his head to look at Xiao Yang's half-asleep and half-awake state, and felt that it didn't matter.

Now, he has got what he wants most.