fear game

At a quarter past six, Chandler finally appeared.He jumped out of the car, hands behind his back, and ran towards Lance with a big smile on his face.

"I'm sorry, sorry, I've been waiting for the flower delivery person to arrive. I didn't expect that today, on Valentine's Day, the flower shop had too many orders. It's all their fault. I didn't mean to be late." A bouquet of gorgeous roses jumped into Lance's eyes, Tsk tsk, bright red, pink—tacky, "Here, here it is for you! Do you like it?"

Nothing new.Compared with roses, Lance still prefers a circle of night orchids planted in front of his house.

In Lance's mind unconsciously, the image of Qi Mo leaning over to sniff the fragrance of the night orchid, the image of Qi Mo biting the branch of the night orchid between his teeth, and smiling handsomely.Compared to the person in front of him who is still foolishly waiting for his response...

"I don't like it!" Lance walked around Chandler and walked into the car without raising his hand.

Chandler sucks up to the horse.But he thought to himself, since he got into my car, he would belong to me sooner or later, so he ran over to Lance and opened the door for him with a smile on his face. on his lap.

Lance squinted at him: "For whatever reason, I don't like people being late."

"Remember, remember, I will never be late in the future, hehe." Chandler's cuteness is all wretched in Lance's eyes.Anyway, he couldn't forget the way Chandler pointed at Qi Mo and yelled at him in his mind, and now he doesn't like him anyway.

"Let's drive," Lance ordered. "I'm going to do some shopping when I get to the city. Do you know the Chinese supermarket?"

"Yes, I know one of the best ones. It has a lot of things. It's a pity...it's a little far away from the steak restaurant I reserved. I'm afraid they won't reserve a seat for us after we're done." Chandler was a little embarrassed.

"It's best not to stay! That's it, let's go to the Chinese supermarket first." Lance wished he couldn't catch up.

"Okay... But can't we go after dinner? That steak restaurant is very popular, I finally booked it... Oh, Lance, don't be angry, okay, let's go to the supermarket first..."

Along the way, Chandler can be said to have tried his best to please Lance, almost turning from poetry to philosophy of life.However, Lance is always indifferent, except occasionally when talking about the latest research results of their mutual professional psychology, Lance is willing to talk a few words.

Soon they came to the Chinese supermarket in Chinatown, City K. Although Lance had never been to China, he was very curious and longing for everything in China.He strolled unhurriedly, browsing the items on the shelves row by row, and even stood in front of "Old Godmother" for a long time.Chandler was sweating profusely, and they would not be able to eat their steak any later.

"Don't eat!" Lance said, waving the rolling pin. "Let's just eat a bowl of noodles in Chinatown."

Chandler was just about to protest, when Lance shook the rolling pin in his hand and said in a threatening tone: "I, want, eat, noodles." Chandler was too frightened to say a word again, so he could only talk to him in his heart. Say goodbye to that good Angus steak and romantic candlelight dinners.This Dr. Lance usually smiles like a spring breeze when he sees everyone, but today he got closer to the beauty and realized that he is really not easy to mess with.But beauty has temper, that's enough taste~

After buying rolling pins and other materials for making dumplings, Chandler followed Lance with a lot of things and came to a noodle stand.Chandler thought to himself, why did Lance buy so many things, it's killing him.He didn't know that there were three bottles of Laoganma alone.Alas, Lance probably misses the dishes cooked by his parents, understandable, understandable.

"No forks! If you want to get along with me, you must learn to use chopsticks!" Lance knocked off Chandler's fork with the chopsticks in his hand.

When foreigners learn to use chopsticks for the first time, their hands are like ginger.Lance sat in front of Chandler, eating noodles and watching his jokes.Chandler looked clumsy, managed to pick up a noodle with chopsticks, held it high, held his head up and opened his mouth to get it together, so that Lance forgot to eat the noodle.

While Lance was having fun teasing Chandler, he suddenly felt a pair of eyes staring at him from behind.For a moment, he felt shuddering.

After leaving Chinatown, Lance didn't want to go home yet.

Lance said: "Go to the shopping-mall, I want to buy something."

When Chandler heard that Lance was willing to let him go shopping with him, he was overjoyed and quickly agreed.

Their car turned into a nearby shopping mall.

Chandler drove a high-end car. According to the income of the two of them who just graduated, it is not enough to support this car.It seems that Chandler's nerdy family should be relatively well-off middle class.Although Lance's father is a well-paid dentist, but because he is not close to his father, Lance has never asked his father for money since he came out to study, and even the high college tuition fees are paid by him with loans.Fortunately, Lance people are smart and have good grades, and they can often get scholarships. Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to finish his Ph.D. based on the tuition fees of top medical schools in the United States.But this also means that he has to continue to repay the loan after graduation and cannot waste it.

Compared with the two, Lance has no guilt about what to do next.

"Have you brought your card?" Lance was referring to the credit card, of course.

Chandler suddenly realized: "Bring it, it's my honor to spend money for you."

Lance didn't explain much, just smirked at Chandler.

"How about this one?" Lance put the dress in front of him and tried it on.

"You look good, you look good in any clothes you wear." These words were not flattery, but Chandler's sincerity.

"What about this one?" Lance continued to ask with a smirk.

"It's good or bad, your black hair looks best with lavender." Chandler continued to praise sincerely.

"Well, forget it." Lance put down the dress.

Chandler immediately asked: "Why forget it? Why forget it?"

Lance's spring-like smile was as cold as the east wind: "Because I bought it for my brother, he is of mixed race, not black-haired." Seeing Chandler's froze smile, he immediately blamed him: "What? Don't want to?"

Even if Chandler didn't want to, he could only apologize with a smile: "Yes, yes, your brother is also my own brother."

Lance ignored him, picked up another pure black sweater, held it high, and looked up and down with tenderness in his eyes.

Chandler held back all night, and finally saw the gentle look on Lance's face: "I bought this one for your brother too? No, this one is obviously much bigger than the two just now... ..."

Lance carefully put the black sweater into the shopping bag, put it close to Chandler's ear, as if he was deliberately afraid that he would not hear him, and said every word: "Here, small, black, buy, yes. "

Haha, Chandler was so taken for a ride that he almost bought a green hat to wear it.

At this time, Lance felt that the eyes peeping behind him appeared in the shopping mall again.He looked back and looked around, but saw no suspicious person.