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Vincent, who was standing beside Xi Ling, turned his head slightly and was keenly aware of the subtle changes in the expression of the person next to him. Although the latter quickly withdrew his emotions and looked away as if nothing had happened, Vincent still smiled and walked two or three steps away. Stepping forward, he clenched his elbows and locked Fu Shengyu tightly into his arms.

Fu Shengyu obviously didn't expect Vincent to do this to him, and he was taken aback. The two of them had only met each other twice, and their relationship was far from reaching the point of shoulder-to-shoulder relationship, but in Fu Shengyu's heart There is a ghost, the feeling of amazement is fleeting, followed by a trace of sweetness, and there is no need to treat Chang Qin to a big meal. As soon as he lifted his feet, Vincent led him a few steps away.

"Boss Fu, I see there is a slot machine ahead, let's play two first?" Vincent hooked Fu Shengyu's neck, pressed his lips to his ear, and invited domineeringly.

Fu Shengyu was hugged by him so that his upper body was leaning to one side, he limped and walked in a panic, and his stomach was growling with hunger. He didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Vincent's gourd, but in the other's warm embrace Damn, I lost all thoughts in an instant, I was only engrossed in this rare intimacy, and even forgot to break free from the embrace of the other party.

The remaining two, Chang Qin and Xi Ling, stood in place, each watching thoughtfully as they drifted away.

Chang Qin turned his head, glanced at Xi Ling, and asked indifferently, "Have you eaten yet?"

Xi Ling also looked at him and nodded.

"Then I don't care about you." Chang Qin hurriedly finished, walked into the restaurant by himself, and sat down at an empty table under the guidance of the waiter.

He moved the chair closer, and when he raised his head, he found that Xi Ling had also followed in.

Chang Qin was stunned for a while, then quickly withdrew his emotions, looked down at the menu, pointed to a lot of food, and then remembered to ask the person in front of him: "Can I order a drink for you?"

Xi Ling replied flatly: "Milk, thank you."

After the waiter memorized the names of the dishes, he put away the menu, and left respectfully, leaving the two people at the table looking at each other in embarrassment.

At this point, there was no one in the restaurant at all, and the guests at the table closest to them were three meters away. The speakers hidden in the ceiling wafted soft blues music, which further set off the extraordinary tranquility of the restaurant. Passing a small plastic billboard on the dining table, he pinched it between his fingers and fiddled with it casually. It seemed that he didn't intend to say hello to the other party.

After a while of silence, Xi Ling spoke first: "Why are you here?"

Chang Qin raised his eyelids and looked at the other party unrestrainedly: "Why, you want to question me again?"

Xi Ling leaned back on the back of the chair, pinched the center of his brows wearily with his thumb and forefinger, and said leisurely, "Chang Qin, I don't want to quarrel with you."

"I don't want to either." Chang Qin snorted coldly, threw away the plastic card in his hand, flicked it on the wooden table, and then made a "pop" sound.

"Since you bumped into me, I won't hide it from you. In fact, I came to see Mr. Ye. I begged him to give me another chance to design a hotel." Chang Qin looked straight at Xi Ling with bright eyes. There is even a hint of provocation in it.

When Xi Ling heard this, the corner of his mouth slightly raised: "I knew it, you can't give up willingly."

"Why should I give up." Chang Qin replied coldly, "Why should I sacrifice myself for your purpose?"

Xi Ling stared directly at the other party for a long time, but said nothing.

Chang Qin raised his middle finger and tapped on the table in boredom, as if he would rather stay so frozen than initiate the topic again.

The two of them used to be the closest lovers, and they couldn't even leave each other for a moment when they were the sweetest, but once the relationship broke down, due to the fact that the two of them are more stubborn than the other, now neither of them is willing to pull down and take the initiative compromise.

When hugging, I can't wait to rub the other party into my bones, so tightly that I can't even let a little air in. In the end, I let it go as soon as I said it. At this time, there is only a table more than one meter wide between them, but it is as if they are separated. Thousands of mountains and seas are far away.

Love is such a thing, when it becomes fragile, it is really vulnerable.

As Chang Qin thought about it, his heart throbbed again inexplicably.

Fortunately, the pain didn't last long, and the young waiter brought some good food. With a hungry stomach hanging in his stomach, he immediately ignored all the low emotions. Chang Qin didn't bother to greet Xi Ling, and raised the knife by himself Fork, he began to eat the steaming steak in front of him, because he was too hungry, and he was worried about Ye Shizhao for a long time. At this time, he could relax his whole body and mind, and he was a little embarrassed when eating. He chewed food , his cheeks were swelled up, and by the way, he took the time to glance at Xi Ling, and saw that the other party was holding warm milk, looking at him with a bit of surprise, so he mumbled with his mouth full of food: "I'm sorry, I'm so hungry. , I don’t care about the image or the image.”

Before Xi Ling could answer, Chang Qin forked a piece of toasted bread, threw it into his mouth and continued, "Oh, what kind of image is it? Staying with such an elegant person, I have also learned to pretend to be gentle, it is really uncomfortable, I will stop pretending tonight, if Lawyer Xi is not used to it, you can leave first, and you don't have to accompany me."

Xi Ling was trying to persuade him to eat slowly, as it would easily hurt his stomach. Hearing what Chang Qin said, he swallowed back the words as soon as they came to his lips. He moved his lips, hesitated for a while, but finally replaced it with a long sigh.

But Chang Qin got it wrong, thinking that the other party disliked his eating appearance, so he sneered, thinking that in the past few years, in order to make the other party fancy him, he spent money on luxury goods and dressed himself like a dog At the same time, he desperately strives to make his work perfect. He is not as good as Xi Ling, Fu Shengyu, or Vincent. He has never stood on the same level as them since he was born, and he has never studied abroad. What kind of foreign-style education, he spent his childhood in the small town in his hometown, the tallest building in the whole city was no more than [-] floors, his father was not a high-level leader, let alone the CEO of a company, he was just A local civil servant with mediocre qualifications, but even so, he has climbed to this point, on an equal footing with Xi Ling, you, me, and Fu Shengyu. He has never felt that he is compared with these people who are born with good families What's the difference, until tonight, seeing Ye Shizhao.

Although Ye Shizhao didn't say much to him, and he affirmed his ability and promised to give him a chance to try, but after the excitement subsided, Chang Qin felt an inexplicable feeling from the bottom of his heart. Unidentified sadness, people are divided into three, six, or nine grades in life, the other party is superior, and I work hard to figure out what I think is the most perfect plan, and then present it to the other party, nod and bow and look at the other party.

Chang Qin secretly scolded himself for being sentimental. He has reached the position he is today, and how many people behind him can't match him. He shouldn't complain. Maybe it's because he has been arguing with Xi Ling for too long. Tired, seeing through the insecurity of love, and disheartened, he wanted to put all his attention on his career, but his career also became a fish on the sword. He wanted to be a master like Allen, Enjoy design as you like, instead of being like this now, the position sounds nice, "designer", but under the pressure of many forces, design is really too far away from him, everything he does is just according to the scriptures Just fulfill your duty.He dreams of climbing to the position of Allen. No matter what design he does, he will always get admiration and admiration. No one points at him, let alone look at anyone's face. Does it accumulate slowly by contempt and sweat?

Give it all, what do I want?What can I get?Chang Qin fiddled with a piece of steak that had already cooled down on the plate, thinking sleepily.

Just as Chang Qin was finishing dinner in a muffled voice, Vincent had already dragged Fu Shengyu dozens of meters away.

"Little ancestor, I'm so hungry that my chest is stuck to my back. I could have enjoyed a big meal, but now it's all ruined by you." Fu Shengyu covered his stomach with his hands, and couldn't care less about getting close to Vincent. , said with a bitter face.

"Huh? Haven't you eaten yet?" Vincent finally realized.

Seeing his innocent face, Fu Shengyu was so angry that he was about to smoke: "Otherwise, do you think Chang Qin and I were chatting with the waiter while standing at the door of the restaurant?"

Vincent smiled guiltily. He just pulled Fu Shengyu aside without explaining anything. He just wanted to give the two restless ancestors a chance to talk alone. After a few coos and sympathetic laughs: "Well, I'll take you to Gloria, you can order whatever you want, and I'll pay for it."

Fu Shengyu waved his hand, his face turned pale with hunger: "Gloria is too far away, we haven't arrived there yet, I guess I've starved to death in the car, my room has a kitchenette, and there are still a few pieces in the refrigerator I just bought a fresh steak, please ask Boss Ye to cook it again tonight, let me taste your cooking skills."

"No problem!" Vincent answered briskly, and generously embraced Fu Shengyu, "Master Fu, please lead the way."

Fu Shengyu felt a heat on his shoulder, and the hand on his shoulder was like a piece of iron, burning his beating heart inch by inch. He tried his best to stabilize his emotions, and walked in with this simple and lovely young man beside him. elevator.

Frying steak is a piece of cake for Vincent. No matter what part of the beef, what seasoning, what spatula to use, as long as it is in his hands, he can turn it into a delicious meal full of fragrance. .

Fu Shengyu sat at the dining table, enjoying this unique "big meal" with relish, and couldn't resist opening a bottle of red wine, and poured a glass for himself and Vincent each.

"You and Chang Qin looked excited just now, what's the matter?" Vincent asked.

Fu Shengyu couldn't hide the smile on his brows, and nodded happily: "We took over your hotel project, and your father just promised Chang Qin that we will make a plan with us next week."

"Then I really want to congratulate you." Vincent took the initiative to toast a glass of wine to the other party. "My father has always been picky. I wish you all can pass his assessment."

"Thank you." Fu Shengyu smiled sincerely, "By the way, why did you suddenly appear here tonight to see your father?" He shook the red wine glass in his hand and touched Vincent's glass lightly.

"Xi Ling had to sign some documents for my father, so I stopped by to see him. Who knew he was so busy that he couldn't even say a word, and he had to receive other visitors." Vincent's tone was a little resentful, and his pupils His expression was calm and calm, without the slightest wave.

Fu Shengyu couldn't see the meaning in his eyes, so he could only smile: "Why, you're so old, can't you leave your parents?"

"How is it possible?" Vincent sneered, "He has never cared about me since I was a child, and I have very little concept of the word father." Vincent shook the red wine in the glass, the dark red liquid was almost It is transparent, and he shakes out a thin layer of white bubbles on the surface, floating on top of the red liquid and undulating.

Fu Shengyu stared at Vincent dazedly. Half of the other person's face was blocked behind the transparent goblet, and the contours of his face were folded and folded by several layers of glass, making him look distorted. The rebellious, yet infinitely soft-hearted young boy is still innocent and cute. His tall nose tip is so close to the glass, his skin is white and almost transparent under the light, and the alcohol-stimulated blood flows faster, and his cheeks glow faintly. Pink, his lips are a little thick, covered with a little sparkle of water, the corners of his lips are slightly raised, as if he was attracted by the ups and downs of the bubbles in the small cup, he doesn't know what he is happy about, and he is lively His eyes focused on those small bubbles, completely oblivious to the fact that the person on the opposite side was examining him with complicated eyes.

"Vincent." Fu Shengyu made up his mind and finally spoke.

"Huh?" Vincent replied casually.

"I like men, do you know that?" Fu Shengyu said calmly, with a casual tone as if he was talking about the weather with the other party.

"Huh, huh?" Vincent paused for a few seconds before realizing it, put down his glass, and looked at Fu Shengyu blankly.

Fu Shengyu looked a little embarrassed by him, lowered his head, and smiled nonchalantly: "Actually, it was an accident, because I was kissed by a man forcibly, so, just, I can no longer be tempted by women."

Vincent's surprise quickly dissipated. He grew up in England, and he was not surprised by this kind of thing. Coupled with the relationship between Chang Qin and Xi Ling, it was very normal for him. Fu Shengyu's confession was indeed a little surprising at first. He continued the topic and asked, "Oh, what about the person who kissed you?"

"Do you have any impression?" Fu Shengyu raised his head and looked directly into the other person's eyes, without answering the question.

"What?" Vincent was really surprised this time.

Fu Shengyu drank a little too much, and his face was slightly drunk, but this did not prevent him from thinking rationally. He did not change his face, and still looked at the other party intently: "I ask you, do you have any impression of the past? Kissed a man."

"I..." Vincent was so bluntly questioned, his face was red, he faltered, his expression became more and more unnatural.

Fu Shengyu narrowed his eyes, and saw that the other person's expression had changed, and his heart was beating nervously. He moved the chair a few inches closer to Vincent, and his eyes became sharper: "Is it really you?"

Vincent took a deep breath, and he suddenly understood the meaning of the oracle, so he quickly returned to his original unruly appearance, raised one corner of his mouth, and said in a cold tone: "No."

Fu Shengyu's radiant eyes swished and then turned gray. He stared unwillingly at the other's half-smiling face for a long time, then suddenly raised a hand and hooked Vincent's bare|exposed nape of the neck, Involuntarily pulling it in front of her, she pressed the other's warm lips.

He grinded on those soft lips for a while, and seeing that the other party didn't intend to resist, he got bolder, tried to stick out the tip of his tongue, opened the slightly closed lips, and swiped at the other party's jaws at will, Find that slippery tongue and hook it gently.

The light in the hotel room is already dim, and Fu Shengyu prefers dark colors. From the wall to the floor, it is all mysterious gray-black. At night, the whole room is like a black hole without any light. Only relying on a few ingenious hidden light strips to create light, the atmosphere is already ambiguous, and when it is rendered by this dark space, it is easy to get carried away.

The two kissed each other lingeringly, so intoxicated that they almost forgot the time. During the whole process, Vincent was very cooperative, and even took the initiative to wrap around Fu Shengyu's waist and hugged him vaguely.

They didn't let go of each other until they kissed until the air in each other's mouths was lost. Fu Shengyu panted heavily, his eyes locked firmly on Vincent's deep eyes, and he asked anxiously, "How is it? Do you have any impression?"

There was a slight smile on Vincent's mouth, but there was no tenderness in his eyes. He wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and replied with a sinking face, "No."

"I think, Master Fu must have admitted the wrong person." At the end, he added another sentence.