you better leave me alone

This sentence had no effect on Wen Chen, but the person who asked this sentence frowned secretly.

Lin Zewu tightly shut his mouth and did not intend to speak out.

"Me?" Wen Chen asked in surprise.

Lin Zewu took a pen and circled the menu a few times, and replied: "It's nothing."

In the picture of the entire barbecue stand, the high school student looked indifferent, staring at the menu for more than ten minutes without drawing a flower.The ends of his eyes seemed to be raised slightly, and there was a kind of ruthlessness when looking down from the top.

It seems that there is something hidden in my heart.

Wen Chen lowered his eyes and let out a long sigh: "I have experienced something that adults cannot escape."

As he spoke, he buttoned up the collar buttons that he had unbuttoned because of the boredom, covering a small piece of collarbone that was exposed.

Lin Zewu paused at the tip of his pen.

Wen Chen lowered his head, and he was no longer mean. He said, "But adults are like this."

Lin Zewu tightened his fingertips.

A wave of suffering and vicissitudes from adults rushed directly to Lin Zewu's spiritual cover, and the words "ensure|support" and "submarine|rules" popped up on his forehead, and Wen Chen's image suddenly changed from a mean capitalist to a mean little pitiful being beaten by society .

Lin Zewu: "You..."

Lin Zewu hadn't finished organizing his comforting words when Wen Chen's voice sounded in his ears again.

I saw that Chen straightened up suddenly, and said frankly, full of righteousness: "Adult who hasn't experienced a few failed blind dates?"

Lin Zewu: "... blind date?"

Wen Chen half-closed his eyes and squinted at him: "Any opinion?"

Lin Zewu was so out of breath by his panting, he faintly felt that Wen Chen was deliberately teasing him, but he also felt that what he said seemed to be the same thing.

With a variety of complicated emotions, he picked out the most insignificant thing to talk about, so as to relieve the embarrassment.

After Lin Zewu handed the menu to the waiter, he said slowly, "So you went on a blind date?"

Lin Zewu's body was thin, his skin was fair and translucent, and the blue blood vessels on his skin could be seen clearly. Last time, he heard that Chen could wrap his wrist around his wrist.

Just looking at the appearance, Lin Zewu is quite deceptive. The aggressiveness of beating people with an iron rod seems to be hidden behind this innocent picture.

——Although he himself didn't realize it.

Wen Chen Shunchang's mood suddenly faltered subtly.

What does this tone mean?Are you questioning him?

Wait, question?

What does this expression mean?

Wen Chen's clogged brain was suddenly like a smooth water pipe, and countless villains wrapped in inexplicable pink light danced in his mind with light sticks.

Stir his rational brain into a paste.

If it is questioning, why question him?

Lin Zewu didn't know that the heart of the man across from him was overwhelming. After so many years of turmoil in the shopping mall, Wen Chen was able to hide his emotions well.

Wen Chen said calmly, "Yes."

Lin Zewu nodded: "Oh."

Oh?

What is "oh"?

Has their relationship gotten to the point where they can casually answer "oh"?

"Don't worry, you will meet better people." Lin Zewu saw that his expression was not right for a moment, and said politely.

better one?

who is better?

Who is he implying?

"……for example?"

Lin Zewu didn't expect that he would ask back. After all, the two men were a little hypocritical when they talked about their relationship. Under Wen Chen's probing gaze, his face was blank for a moment.

Wen Chen asked again, staring at him relentlessly: "Like what?"

Lin Zewu considered his words: "For example... Fate? Maybe you already know each other?"

Wen Chen: "!"

Wen Chen's face froze for a moment, and even wrote "I probably know what you mean but I choose to refuse".

These superficially visible changes were completely hidden the moment Lin Zewu raised his head.

"Your skewers are ready on the 32nd!"

The boss roared to break the weird silence between them.

Lin Zewu pushed away the stool, took out a few paper towels and put them in his palms, and said very politely.

"Do you eat spicy food?"

Wen Chen was stunned: "Anything you want."

Lin Zewu didn't ask any more questions, turned around and left.

Two minutes later, a plate of grilled skewers was placed in front of Wen Chen, with half sprinkled with chili powder and half dipped in seafood sauce.

Too considerate, few people would think so thoughtful, how can someone treat a person who has not met more than ten times with such an attitude for no reason?

In the inertial thinking that Wen Chen has worked hard over the past few years, such behavior must have a purpose.

It's not about money, it's about color.

——However, Lin Zewu's attitude just now was that he planned to pay back the money, and he didn't want to renege on the debt, so he didn't want to make money, but to...

Wen Chen's stomach suddenly started to twitch.

"I brought you some." Lin Zewu put a glass of lemonade with ice in his hand.

Wen Chen withdrew his hand as if shocked.

Lin Zewu didn't seem to notice his movements, and sat back on the stool by himself, picked up the spoon and scooped it into the bowl.

He only ordered soy milk.

The white soybean milk stained the corners of his lips and was swept by the tip of his tongue, Lin Zewu frowned slightly.

Wen Chen Yuguang saw his change, and his heart stopped beating dully.

"how?"

"It is too sweet."

The boss put too much sugar, which made the soy milk too greasy.

As soon as these words were said, a barrage of bullets flew across Wen Chen's heart.

sweet?Does he find it sweet?

Meaning or something else?

What makes him feel sweet?

Lin Zewu let go of the handle of the spoon, wiped his hands with a paper towel, and when he looked up, Wen Chen was looking at him, his eyes were complicated.

Lin Zewu:?

It rained heavily for several days, and the air was dry and hot tonight. The uneven and rough wooden tabletop was under Wen Chen's fingertips. He pressed the protrusion hard, and the sharp pain was transmitted from his fingertips.

His tone suddenly dropped——

"Don't drink soy milk at night."

The remaining half bowl of soy milk looked at Lin Zewu innocently.

Lin Zewu wondered: "Why?"

Wen Chen Yizheng said: "Drinking too sweet at night is easy to get fatty liver."

Lin Zewu: "I can order plain soy milk."

"taste not good."

"I think it's okay."

Seeing that he didn't eat the oil and rice, Wen Chen waved the bowl in front of him that he obviously didn't intend to move back to his face.

"You are still young, it is good to listen to adults more."

Lin Zewu didn't intend to drink that bowl of soy milk, and it doesn't matter whether he took it or not, it's just that his behavior was illogical.

I saw that Chen's face was serious and serious, with a small bowl covered in his palm.

Lin Zewu endured for a while, and finally asked: "Why do you suddenly start to care about my diet?"

At first it was studies, and now it is food. Do you really think of him as a child who doesn't understand anything?

Wen Chen was questioned, and was silent for a moment guilty.

This high school student really focused on the key points.

"I just don't want the medical expenses I paid for you to be wasted. People in our business don't like high sunk costs." Wen Chen is the best for serious people.

"Occupational disease?" Lin Zewu's face was pale. Since he still owed him thousands of dollars, he simply replied, "I know."

The grilled skewers on the plate were no longer hot, Wen Chen made enough preparations in his heart, picked up a bunch of roasted cabbage, sprinkled a layer of chili powder on it, it was red and oily, and his stomach was entangled spontaneously.

But Wen Chen still tasted it to save face.

He chewed a few mouthfuls, his brows stretched.

Aside from anything else, it tastes damn good.

Wen Chen sadly gnawed a bunch of roasted cabbage, and a bunch of dark things stretched out from under his eyes, and the clean stick was held in Lin Zewu's hand.

Wen Chen discerned, "What is this?"

Lin Zewu: "Roast chicken heart."

Wen Chen: "..."

A bunch of roasted cabbage took all his courage, and a roasted chicken heart would have killed him.

"You don't eat?"

"I don't want to eat it." Lin Zewu denied, he was not very interested in these fried things, but the reason couldn't be so straightforward, he pointed his fingertips on the table, "Today these are for you."

Wen Chenxin said that you don't have to be so polite, he also welcomes you to pack everything up and take it home.