I heard you asked me to take a bath

The next day, when Bai Yan went to the studio, he saw Song Yang sitting on the sofa on the first floor, drinking coffee, with his legs crossed, and the five fingerprints on his face stealing the spotlight.

Bai Yan couldn't help taking a second look: "President Song, good morning."

"Hey, Xiaobai is here." Song Yang raised his eyebrows, "I heard that Luohe accepted you as an apprentice, congratulations."

"...Thank you." Bai Yan tried her best not to glance at the palm print that steals the spotlight.

"So after we left that day, you really climbed onto Luohe's bed wrapped in a towel?"

"No! I didn't do that kind of thing!" Bai Yan waved her hands quickly.

"That's why Luo He wrapped you in a towel and pressed you on the bed?"

"That's not enough!" Bai Yan hurriedly defended his idol's image, "How could the teacher do such a thing?"

Song Yang clicked his tongue twice: "No, believe me, he will do this sooner or later. If you are so defenseless, it will be either today or tomorrow." After speaking, he cast a pitiful look at Bai Yan.

But in Bai Yan's heart, Song Yang beckoned him kindly with a bright red palm print on his face, which seemed even more pitiful.

Hmm... Mr. Song is really an optimistic person, he can talk and laugh like this after being beaten.

Bai Yan didn't dare to ask any more questions, and was about to lift her feet to go upstairs when there was a knock on the door, and Luo He walked in.

"Old, teacher!" Bai Yan immediately greeted him.

As soon as Luo He saw Bai Yan, the expression on his face became vivid, his eyes filled with a gentle smile: "Xiao Bai, good morning."

Song Yang was blinded by this wave of affection, and coughed twice in disbelief: "Can't you see me?"

Luo He passed by Song Yang, and said perfunctorily, "You're here too, what's wrong with your face?"

"Being beaten."

"Who hit it?"

"Xiao Xian." Boss Song spread his hands and said casually, as if he was not angry at all.

"Why did he beat you?" Luo He stopped and asked.

"Because..." Song Yang picked his chin, "I kissed him forcefully."

"Oh, it deserves it." Luo He wrapped his arms around Bai Yan's shoulders, and concluded indifferently.

"Hey, you don't want to comfort me?" Boss Song sent out the red half of his face very aggrieved, so that they could see it more clearly.

At this time, there was another knock on the door, this time it was Lu Xian.

Song Yang immediately stood up from the sofa, put away the aggrieved face just now, and put on a smiling face like a spring breeze: "Xiaoxian..."

Lu Xian didn't seem to see him: "Xiaobai, teacher, good morning."

Song Yang: "..."

Xiaoxian ignored my first day, Lanshou, mushrooms.

Bai Yan walked to the desk on the second floor, and as soon as she turned on the computer, she heard Song Yang say to Luo He, "Come to my office and have a meeting."

Seeing those two tall figures enter the office and close the door, Bai Yan couldn't help asking Lu Xian beside him: "You and Mr. Song... what happened?"

Lu Xian smiled at him: "It's nothing."

Bai Yan felt that although Lu Xian was smiling, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, he was probably sad.

The sadder a person is, the more likely he is to pretend nothing is wrong.

He scratched his head and tried to organize his vocabulary: "Xiao Xian, since I worked here, you have always taken care of me, I like you very much, I am not very good at comforting people, and I can't help you analyze problems logically. But if you have something unhappy in your heart and want to talk to someone, you can tell me... maybe it would be better to say it?"

"Xiaobai." Lu Xian looked at the closed door of the office, and said in a daze, "Did you ever like someone very much, but you couldn't get them?"

Bai Yan thought for a while and asked, "Which kind of liking do you mean? I... don't quite understand..."

"Do you remember that I said that Mr. Luohe had to resign me several times because I talked too much. Fortunately, I have a backer, so I have been relying on this without fear."

"I remember, at that time I was still wondering if you were a relative of the teacher or something..." Bai Yan suddenly realized, "Is your backer President Song?"

"I was a college classmate with him, and we have been friends for six or seven years now."

Bai Yan looked at Lu Xian in disbelief: "You are actually classmates with Mr. Song? But you look very young."

"Thank you for the compliment." Lu Xian touched his face, "Many people think I'm only 20 years old, but in fact I'm already old."

"Boss Song must attach great importance to you."

"Where did you see that?" Lu Xian looked disbelieving.

"...um...feeling."

Lu Xian shook his head: "Don't say that, once you say it, I finally gave up his determination, and I started to waver again."

"Give up?" Bai Yan took a long time to digest: "...Xiao Xian...you wouldn't..."

"Strange, isn't it?" Lu Xian smiled wryly, "I've been secretly in love with my friend, this kind of thing sounds disgusting."

"Not disgusting." Bai Yan said seriously, "I just can't figure it out a little bit."

"Can't figure out what?"

"Why are you not together?"

"Huh?" Lu Xian stared.

"Because Mr. Song seems to like you very much."

He looks like he really likes... me?

Lu Xian just found this conclusion incredible.

He doesn't believe it.

Or rather, he forced himself not to believe it.

Because secret love is a thing that is too cautious and humble, the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.

Then don't expect it in the first place.

In the office, Luo He sat on the boss's seat with his legs crossed on the desk, looking at the back of the man standing at the window smoking.

Although he hates the smell of smoke, but at this time, let him go.

After a long time, Luo He lazily said, "Don't you want to have a meeting with me? Just let me watch you perform and smoke?"

Song Yang leaned against the window sill with a sad face, like a resentful woman: "Xiaoxian ignores me."

"I know, everyone saw it in the morning." Luo He crossed his legs in a different position, "Why are you kissing him so hard?"

"Because he refused to admit that he secretly kissed me when I was drunk, so I have to make sure in my own way."

"Boss Song."

"……arrive."

For some reason, Song Yang couldn't help standing at attention when he looked at Luo He who was sitting on his seat, looking like he was about to scold someone.

I feel more and more that I don't have the dignity of a boss...

"Why do you have to force him to admit this?" Luo He stared straight at him with deep eyes, "Because he really kissed you secretly to satisfy your sense of superiority? ——Even men are addicted to Under your charm, it can be seen how charming you are."

Song Yang was taken aback: "...Of course not."

"If Lu Xian really kisses you secretly, it means that he is interested in you. You have also experienced many battles in the love field. I believe that after all these years, with your status, it is not that you have never seen a man who has shown love to you. For those How do you usually deal with men you're not interested in?"

"...It doesn't matter how to solve it, just hang it there and slowly distance yourself."

"Then why can't you put Lu Xian there and slowly distance yourself?"

"Are you kidding, that's Xiaoxian!" Song Yang shook his hand, and the soot fell on the ground.

"Is there any difference?" Luo He asked deliberately, "It's just an ordinary friend."

"Xiaoxian is different." Song Yang rubbed his eyebrows.

"Song Yang." Luo He stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and squinted at him, "You always say that Lu Xian is different, but you don't think about why he is different. Kong is your spiritual mentor, I don't want to get involved in your affairs too much, but in my opinion, Lu Xian is at least aware of his own feelings, and you haven't realized it yet, so you are rather stupid."

Until Luohe walked out of the office and the moment the door closed, Boss Song, who was defined as "stupid", became more and more melancholy-what happened recently, one or two didn't regard him as his boss, it wasn't that he slapped him Just questioning his IQ...

This boss is really getting more and more useless.

In the evening, Lu Xian packed up his things and was ready to leave work. As soon as he walked to the door, he saw Song Yang leaning on the street lamp.

Lu Xian lowered his head, pretending he didn't see it, and wanted to walk around him, but Song Yang had long arms and legs, and he pulled him back with a random hook: "Xiao Xian."

Lu Xian couldn't break free, so he had to stop there, his eyes glanced at the ground: "What's the matter?"

"Cough, what's the matter, what happened last time was my fault, I apologize to you."

"Forgive you, can you let me go?" Lu Xian finished speaking hastily, and was about to leave.

"Hey, wait." Song Yang hurriedly stopped him, "You forgive me, I haven't forgiven myself yet, how can I say that I have done too much to you, and I have to invite you to have a meal and apologize. It seems sincere."

It turned out that the reason you were walking around was to invite me to dinner?

Lu Xian said, "I'm not hungry."

As soon as the word "hungry" was uttered, the stomach let out a "grunt" unsatisfactorily, and it dragged on for a long time.

Song Yang smiled and said: "Do you still remember that there is a sand tea noodle shop at the back door of our school. You like it the most. You always dragged me to eat there."

Lu Xian: "Don't tell me you want to go back to school for dinner now?"

Song Yang: "Just stay with me."

"..."

Half an hour later, Lu Xian, who was sitting in the sand tea noodle restaurant at the back door of the school, was very annoyed—oh my god, did my factory settings 100% agree to Song Yang's request?

Why have no bones at all?

Looking at the steaming sand tea noodles in front of him, he felt deep resentment.

Song Yang broke off a pair of disposable chopsticks for him: "Here, here."

Lu Xian took it, and first pushed away the coriander on top, and Song Yang put his coriander into his bowl.

The owner of the sand tea noodle shop passed by and saw this scene, and said with a smile: "Oh, you are still in the old habit."

Hearing this sentence, the two of them were taken aback for a moment, and then realized that Song Yang had formed the habit of eating things that Lu Xian didn't eat since at some point.

It sounded a bit ambiguous, I didn't think so before, but after the forced kiss that night, Lu Xian was really embarrassed, he took the coriander back, "Don't eat it."

Song Yang: "Hey, I like to eat, you can control me."

Lu Xian was a little awkward, so he lowered his head to eat the noodles and ignored him.

After dinner, the two of them walked out of the shop. The night breeze was a bit chilly. Lu Xian shivered. Song Yang held his hand and said, "Cold?"

Lu Xian withdrew his hand in shock, then looked at him like a monster: "It's not cold."

"Then let's go to the playground." After Song Yang finished speaking, he took the lead to walk to the playground. Lu Xian was stunned for a while, and had no choice but to follow up.

He felt his scalp numb, and he always felt that something would happen tonight...