my boyfriend is too random

When Ding Zimu heard Yang Yiming's words, his ears, which were already a little hot, almost burned.He suddenly felt a little afraid to face Yang Yiming, or even go to see him.

"Then, thank you." Ding Zimu whispered.

"What's there to thank for that?" Yang Yiming said with a smile, "Okay, you must be tired after tossing and tossing for so long, go back to the room and sleep for a while, you can have dinner when you wake up."

Ding Zimu nodded, and ran back to the house as if he had received an amnesty.When he closed the door and patted himself on the bed, the heat on his face still hadn't subsided.Ding Zimu turned over and looked at the snow-white ceiling, trying to calm down, but his heart beat faster and faster.

Among all the places of residence, this is the place where he lived for the shortest time, yet he is most attached to it.The person outside the room said from the very beginning that he wanted to be with him. After talking and listening for so long, he became less and less used to it and became more and more nervous.He pulled himself out of the prison of the nightmare, but he wanted to lock him in a place that only belonged to him.Right at that place, I could hear someone calling my name, louder and more urgent, and it was that voice that pulled me back.Thinking about it now, that was Yang Yiming's voice.

Once, in that ruined rented house, this voice also sounded. He traveled through the whole city to find himself. Now, he even traveled through a dimension—this person is where all the luck in life lies, the source of everything. As a result, how can such a person leave?If you can't imprison him, then stay here.Ding Zimu said to himself, let him stay with him, or stay with him until he can't continue.

***

Yang Yiming sent Ding Zimu to sleep. He spent the whole afternoon sorting out Ding Zimu's materials and then summarized and packaged them to send to Professor Friedman. It was dark when he looked up from the computer.He was just about to stand up and stretch when the phone rang.The call was from Yuan Qiao, still asking when Ding Zimu would be able to come to work.Yang Yiming thought about it and said, "It may take three or two days."

Yuan Qiao sighed: "I am hiring a Michelin five-star chef."

"If it really delays the business, why don't you hire another person," Yang Yiming said, "I told you before that Ding Zimu's health is not very good, and his attendance may not be guaranteed."

"Hey, where am I going to recruit people at this moment? Besides, Mumu's level is stored there. Do you know how many people come here for his snacks? He's not here these days, my Turnover is going from bad to worse.”

Yang Yiming was very proud when he heard this, as if he was the one who was praised: "Then there is no other way, you can only wait patiently."

Yuan Qiao was silent for a while and said, "Mr. Yang, your schadenfreude tone just now made me really want to deceive my master and exterminate my ancestors."

"Who told you to recognize Ding Zimu? My Ding Zimu is a big name."

"Your family? Big name?" Yuan Qiao gritted his teeth and said, "Are you his agent or nanny? Ask him to call me back." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone.

Yang Yiming smiled when he heard the busy tone from his mobile phone, followed by a voice: "Teacher Yang, I can actually go to work tomorrow."

Yang Yiming turned his head and saw Ding Zimu standing at the door of his bedroom, probably because he just woke up, his hair was a bit messy, his face, ears and neck were all red.Is this a bottle of Erguotou that I secretly drank in my dream?Yang Yiming thought strangely.

"Are you awake?" Yang Yiming beckoned Ding Zimu to come in and sit down, "Are you still sleeping, are you hungry?"

Ding Zimu shook his head: "Mr. Yang, can I go to work tomorrow?"

"Go if you think you can," Yang Yiming said, "but you can't work overtime or get tired."

Ding Zimu nodded vigorously, and said happily: "Then I will go tomorrow. But Teacher Yang, I found that you have changed, you are not the same as before."

"Huh?" Yang Yiming's heart skipped a beat, and he began to feel guilty inexplicably, "Why have I changed?"

"If it was before, you would definitely not be allowed to go to work with me, and you would ask for a week's leave for me."

Yang Yiming reached out and patted Ding Zimu's forehead, and said bitterly: "You say you, I will ask you for leave, you are stubborn and insist on going to work; you let you go to work, why do you mean that you don't want to go? Woolen cloth."

"Of course I want to go to work," Ding Zimu touched his forehead, and said quickly, for fear that Yang Yiming would regret it, "I'm just a little strange."

"What's so strange about this, you are in such a good state that you can't stay idle at home, you might as well go to the bakery."

"Am I in good shape?" Ding Zimu couldn't help laughing, "I don't think so myself."

"I'm grinning all over the beam, but I still don't feel it," Yang Yiming patted his face, then grabbed Ding Zimu's shoulder and pushed him to turn around, "Go and call Luo Yang, she has been worried about you for a long time gone."

Ding Zimu took advantage of the trend and walked towards the living room, and said as he walked, "Mr. Yang, let's go out for dinner after I finish the phone call."

Yang Yiming snorted noncommittally, looked at Ding Zimu's back and frowned: What should I do?what to do?what to do?I just can't help but want to touch him, what should I do?What if you just want to pat his face?What if I just want to pinch his red ears?What if I just want to rub his hair?What should I do if I become more and more like a pervert?

Ding Zimu dialed the phone in the living room, and asked while dialing: "Mr. Yang, can I invite Luo Yang to dinner?"

"Okay." Yang Yiming paused, "Call her boyfriend together, what's his name..."

Ding Zimu held the phone and said, "Song Zhi, but what are you calling him for?"

"Let's eat together, Ding Zimu, you need to get in touch with people more, you know Luo Yang so well, it's not rude to call her boyfriend."

"I know, you've said this before, and I'm expanding the scope of communication now," Ding Zimu muttered, "I've met so many people recently."

Yang Yiming came over and took the phone receiver from Ding Zimu's hand and hung up: "Don't call yet, let's talk about something."

Ding Zimu was caught off guard and was robbed of the receiver, so he raised his hand and said stupidly, "What's wrong?"

Yang Yiming looked at Ding Zimu's hand, hesitated for half a second, then put his hand on the back of Ding Zimu's hand and gently pressed it down: "Don't hold it up, are you stupid?"

Ding Zimu put down his hand, and Yang Yiming rubbed his fingertips. The warm touch just now seemed to be still on the fingertips.He gave himself a middle finger in his heart, and silently recited "Learn to be a teacher, be a teacher, and be a model", um, be upright.

"Ding Zimu, your current communication is different from what I said." Yang Yiming coughed and put on a serious look, "Your current so-called communication is narrow and passive. You only know people in the bakery, or because I got to know each other because of work. None of these people you met because of your subjective liking, and now you have to learn to take the initiative to get to know others.”

"I already know everyone I like." Ding Zimu said simply and resolutely

These words made Yang Yiming's heart full of birdsong, but he still gritted his teeth and said restrainedly, "There will be others, and there will be one you like the most. You have to find a girlfriend, you have to get married and have your own home." .”

"Mr. Yang, why are you still not married?" Ding Zimu's focus shifted instantly.

"Because you are too poor now!" Yang Yiming blurted out.

"Ah?" Ding Zimu was stunned, and his heart began to beat wildly.

"No..." Yang Yiming wished he could slap himself and withdraw that sentence, "I mean, I have to wait for you to give me a big red envelope; gift money, gift money, you know, it can't be less than five figures Gift money, that will be used as a consulting fee, you are poor now, I will marry you when you have money.” Yang Yiming swore to Freud that he really thought so at the time, just wanted to make a joke to make this unpleasant The topic is brought over, but I don’t know why it is expressed like this.Language is really a broad and profound knowledge.Yang Yiming silently raised another middle finger in his heart, and said "body upright" again!

"Oh." Ding Zimu nodded solemnly, "I'll give you a big red envelope." When he said this, he felt that his face was about to burn again, although he didn't quite know why it happened .

"Okay, I'll wait." Yang Yiming also nodded solemnly.The topic seemed to be cut off at this point. After two seconds of staring at each other, the two fell into a strange embarrassment.

"That...you call." Yang Yiming pointed to the phone, turned his head and wanted to look through the almanac, maybe today is "not suitable for talking".

Ding Zimu hurriedly grabbed the phone, his ears still had a fever when he dialed.

When Luo Yang received Ding Zimu's call, he yelled happily, the voice was so loud that Yang Yiming could hear it four meters away: "I want to see you!" Luo Yang roared, "Mumu, wait for me, I'm going to see you now."

"Farewell!" Ding Zimu quickly stopped her, "It's almost nine o'clock, Teacher Yang is exhausted these days, I want him to rest early."

Luo Yang was silent for a moment, then said quietly: "Mumu, I'll give you a chance to say it again."

Ding Zimu thought for a while: "It's almost nine o'clock, it's not safe for you as a girl at night, so don't come today."

Luo Yang snorted, indicating that he heard it.

"Then let's make an appointment on the weekend, call your boyfriend, and have a meal together." Ding Zimu recalled Yang Yiming's instructions, and chased after him.

"Okay." Luo Yang agreed happily.After hanging up Luo Yang's phone, Ding Zimu called Yuan Qiao, and Yuan Qiao burst into tears when he heard Ding Zimu's voice: "Mu Mu, when can you come to work?"

"Tomorrow." Ding Zimu said with a smile, "Brother Yuan, I'm fine. I can go to work tomorrow. It's really embarrassing for me to ask for leave every few days. I won't get a bonus this month, just give me my salary."

"This won't work." Yang Yiming walked by with a glass of water, and said softly, "I want to get married."

When Ding Zimu heard this sentence again, he completely lost the throbbing just now. He frowned, and he really heard the joke in this sentence. He looked at Yang Yiming's back, feeling a little blocked in his heart.

***

The next day, Yang Yiming drove Ding Zimu to the bakery as usual, and when he was at the door, he told him not to go home alone after get off work, and he would come to pick him up.

"Teacher Yang, are you worried about Ding Kuiqiang?" Ding Zimu said, "It's okay, I'm not afraid of him now."

"Don't be stupid," Yang Yiming said, "You have been afraid of him for more than 20 years. How can you say that you are not afraid of him? At most, you are not afraid of him intellectually, but you still have a sense of fear of him subconsciously."

Ding Zimu looked out the window without saying a word.

"What would you do if he came to you?" Yang Yiming asked.

"In the past... Dading helped me." Ding Zimu said, "But I can't always rely on him. Although I don't know what to do, at least I won't hide from him. If he comes to me, I can Reject him, I have no money anyway."

"What if he said something ugly?"

Ding Zimu looked at the glass door of the bakery. Although it hadn't opened yet, the shop was already busy.The little girl at the cash register began to count the change, and the first batch of wife cakes were already on the shelf. Today, Yuan Qiao changed to a CD that he had never heard before. The song sounded very cheerful. Although it was early winter, there was sweetness in the air. The fragrance, smells very warm.Everything was so beautiful, so beautiful that the words Ding Kuiqiang and the nightmare it represented disappeared without a trace.

Ding Zimu turned his head to look at Yang Yiming, he smiled and said, "Teacher Yang, I don't care, he can't affect me at all except for cursing and swearing."

"Very good." Yang Yiming hugged Ding Zimu's shoulder and rubbed his hair, "Very good, Ding Zimu, I want to scream when I meet a patient like you."

Ding Zimu opened the car door and got out of the car, closed the car door back and said, "Ms. Yang, am I just your patient?"

Yang Yiming didn't hear what Ding Zimu was saying in the car, so he made a questioning expression.

Ding Zimu burst into a cheerful smile, waved his hands vigorously and said loudly, "Mr. Yang, see you tonight."