You are a black technology boss, you didn't say it sooner!

Lou Qingyan's "naive" plan to take the whole company on an outing was ruthlessly rejected by Jason.

The reason was that the company had recently fired a group of employees who had been bought by other companies, and was in a "tense low pressure". Jason felt that he couldn't relax so early, otherwise he would appear to be a coaxing president.

Jason, who was not easy to coax, refused the boss and left arrogantly. Lou Qingyan lost his excuse to go to the suburbs.

"Why don't you just come to the door openly and honestly? After all, it's hard to come here. It's really impolite not to meet your friends."

Lou Qingyan, who had never known the meaning of "politeness" in two lifetimes, convinced himself.

In order to prevent Jiang Fu from not being at home, he deliberately went there in the evening.

As a result, when he reached the gate of the small garden, he suddenly found that Jiang Fu was at home, but there were too many people at home.

There are colorful lights and balloons hanging in the small garden, and there is a lot of noise everywhere. More than 20 men and women are crowded inside and having a party.

"Shit," Lou Qingyan disliked his real name, "The intubation in the back of the head is about to come out, and the Americans are still holding offline parties, you old hat."

Away from a group of cheering figures, he saw Jiang Fu in the deepest place at a glance.

The latter stood behind a temporary small bar, lowered his head slightly, and was mixing drinks.It's still that kind of slightly indifferent expression, but it's strange that it doesn't violate harmony in the lively crowd, and it looks a bit cool.

"Hey, look what I saw," a white boy with red hair and blue eyes spotted Lou Qingyan, and whistled in this direction, "A cutie appeared at our door!"

He came over, leaned on the railing and asked, "Little cutie, who invited you over? Anne? Or that little bitch Hathaway?"

"If you call me like that again, I will definitely beat you up." A long-legged hot girl walked by, looked at Lou Qingyan, spread her hands after a while, and said, "Isaac, I really hope that I invited him here, he is really cute."

Lou Qingyan couldn't help laughing.

When he saw the person walking behind the two of them, he immediately smiled even wider.

Without saying a word, Jiang Fu stretched out two hands to pick up Hathaway and Isaac by the nape of their necks, pulling them directly behind him.

Isaac protested: "What are you doing... oh, César, he won't be the little friend you invited, right?"

Lou Qingyan's smile disappeared instantly.

Jiang Fu wanted to answer, but noticed the change in him, and his eyes froze.

But in the next second, Lou Qingyan laughed again, and said with a smile, "Your English name is César?"

"Well, it's convenient to call it." Jiang Fu said, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I think of a man named César."

Jiang Fu didn't ask much, opened the door and asked him, "Do you want to come in?"

"Man, what are you talking about? Of course friends who come from afar must be welcomed." Isaac squeezed out from behind Jiang Fu, enthusiastically grabbed Lou Qingyan's arm, and pulled him in.

Half of this guy's arm was entangled with Lou Qingyan, Jiang Fu stared down for a few seconds, reached out, picked up his arm, and threw it away.

Isaac was stunned for a moment, but saw Jiang Fu dragging Lou Qingyan away.

Hathaway came up, patted his head, and said heavily, "Let them be alone."

"?" Isaac said, "Alone at the party?"

"Why, do you think it can't be done?" Hathaway shrugged.

Jiang Fu brought Lou Qingyan to the bar, waited for no one to bother him, and then said to him: "Are you here to work?"

Lou Qingyan was a little absent-minded, "I've already finished my work."

Jiang Fu looked at him for a while and asked, "What would you like to drink?"

"You have your own bartender for the party?"

"Isaac specially rented wine utensils. He likes to engage in this sense of ritual."

It turned out that Isaac was Jiang Fu's shared roommate. He just came back from out of town and couldn't wait to meet his friends. That's why tonight's party came about.

Lou Qingyan was always distracted. He was sitting by the bar, looking aimlessly at the cheering and screaming people in the garden, and casually said to Jiang Fu, "I want strong wine, if I can pour it down in a glass, I won't be drunk or not." The kind that returns."

Jiang Fu gave him a glass of ice water.

Lou Qingyan didn't taste it, the cold water poured into his stomach all the way, and he shouted: "Bring it on!"

Jiang Fu: "..."

He sighed, and asked: "That person who is also named César, has a better relationship with you than me?"

Lou Qingyan: "Why do you think so? He's just a stranger."

"Then," Jiang Fu lowered his voice a few degrees, "When you look at me, why do you keep thinking about him?"

Lou Qingyan paused.

Jiang Fu stood behind the bar, and he sat in front of the bar.

Jiang Fu looked down at him, and he looked at the glass of ice water.The light floated, and half of their faces were hidden in the dark, making it difficult to see clearly.

Time seemed to stand still.

After a long time, Lou Qingyan picked up the ice water, drank it in one gulp, and then said in amazement: "Hey, is this water?"

He put the glass back on the table, stood up, and when he was about to leave, Jiang Fu grabbed his hand, and the glass moved a distance away from the table and was pressed down again, making a muffled sound.

Jiang Fu stared at him and said, "Is that person similar to me?"

In the narrow range that only Lou Qingyan could hear, the sound of the heartbeat was secretly aggravated.

Jiang Fu clasped his hands tighter and tighter, his slender fingers squeezed in between Lou Qingyan's fingers, slowly bent, and clasped the rim of the glass.

If it wasn't for the glass cup underneath, his fingertips would probably have poked in the palm of Lou Qingyan's hand.

Lou Qingyan raised his eyes and looked back, the eyes of the two inevitably collided, but Jiang Fu did not move away.

"No, no," Lou Qingyan said, "You are not alike at all, you are too different."

"Not at all?"

"It's not...not at all."

Jiang Fu was still looking at him without looking away.He took away the glass with the other hand, before Lou Qingyan even noticed it, he felt that his hand was empty, and when it fell, Jiang Fu suddenly picked it up again.

As a result, Jiang Fu's hands could not help but completely clasp his.

The vigorous and powerful pulse of his fingertips passed from Lou Qingyan's palm bit by bit.

This feeling was fleeting, Jiang Fu quickly let go of him, took the glass, turned around and put it in the sink.

Lou Qingyan looked at his back, was silent for an unknown amount of time, and suddenly sneered.

Jiang Fu was completely different from the person he knew.

Jiangfu is a grass on the roadside, or a dewdrop on the tip of the grass. It may not emit any light, but it is cool and refreshing, and can nourish the dry heart of travelers.

Cesar is not.

That person exists in the magnificent universe. He is a great hero praised by everyone. He is the poem and distance, the stars and the sea that people dream of. It seems that he was born to harvest everyone's envy and admiration.In the first half of his life, that person was invincible, invincible, and glorious.

But he doesn't exist in daily life, he can't fall to the ground, and can't be touched by people. His life may only exist for that magnificent universe. There are only legends, only myths, and no bits and pieces of life.

He is so different from Jiang Fu.

How could Jiang Fu think of him?

Lou Qingyan relaxed, hooked his toes on the chair and spun around, facing the cheering crowd, leaning his back on the bar.

He propped his elbows on the bar, turned his head and smiled at Jiang Fu: "Okay, okay, then I want a glass of Baileys with milk, is that okay?"

Jiang Fu followed suit this time.

When he handed the wine glass to Lou Qingyan, he put a jar of biscuits beside him.

Lou Qingyan was surprised: "There is this brand here too? Isn't it right? I have lived here for three months, why didn't I find it?"

Jiang Fu: "..."

He struggled a little, but still replied: "The logistics... is a bit slow."

Lou Qingyan unscrewed the cover, looked at the Chinese characters on it, and realized.

"However, I still didn't miss it in the end." He said, and then on a whim, he soaked the bear biscuits one by one in the wine.

The little bear sank with a "plop", and then floated up slowly.

Lou Qingyan flipped his hands until the little bear floated all over the surface of the wine: "Look quickly! Lou's homemade cocktail! Guess what the name of this glass of wine is?"

Jiang Fu: "...Xiong, uh sweet? Sweet milk bear? Xiong Litian?"

"..." Lou Qingyan said, "No, it's called Depth of Field."

Jiang Fu smiled helplessly.

Lou Qingyan took a small sip, as an aftertaste.

Jiang Fu drooped his eyelids, "Is it delicious?"

"Delicious."

"Then...do you like it?"

Lou Qingyan stopped drinking.

Already drunk, there was a tinge of red at the tips of his ears.

Pausing for a moment, he raised the glass again, bit the rim of the glass, and touched the surface of the wine with his lips, letting the cool wine cover his lips layer by layer, staining his lips bright red.

He suddenly raised his eyes and stared at Jiang Fu.

Jiang Fu stagnates.

Lou Qingyan stared at him like this, slowly raised his head, drank the wine in the glass, and kissed his lips one by one with the full cup of bear biscuits.

Finally he put the glass down, leaving only a soggy pile of bear biscuits at the bottom.

He pushed the cup in front of Jiang Fu, smiled at him, turned around and said, "I should go, the plane tonight."

"Wait," Jiang Fu said, "Are you here to tell someone else?"

"Isn't it enough to come here on purpose?" Lou Qingyan didn't turn around, "I don't treat other friends like this."

Jiang Fu lowered his head and looked at the wet pile of bear biscuits at the bottom of the cup: "..."