Become the white moonlight of the attack

Thick black clouds swayed aimlessly in the air, and the drizzle of needles and needles fell densely, hitting the trees, the ground, and the thin glass.

Jiang Zhuo, who had a good night's sleep, was awakened by the sound of rain outside the window. He got up and rubbed the center of his brows, a coolness swept his whole body.

The quilt had already rolled on the floor. He stretched his waist and looked around lazily. The strange environment around him gradually brought him back to his senses. He was at Fu Shixin's house.

This guy was honest, he really didn't come back for one night.

Jiang Zhuo got up and picked up the quilt from the floor and threw it on the bed, looked back at the messy bed, and made it up again after thinking about it.

Feng Wenke's call came at this time, and Jiang Zhuo picked up the phone and leaned on the chair.

The content of the phone call was nothing more than that someone was drinking and kept apologizing, and besides apologizing, he was also invited to have dinner with him. Of course, Jiang Zhuo had to bring another hero with him.

Jiang Zhuo didn't want his friend to get too involved with Fu Shixin, so he just agreed casually, and whether he forgot it was another matter.

After the phone call, Feng Wenke didn't mention anything about Zhao Ran.

Jiang Zhuo didn't want to embarrass him, after all he didn't want to mention that person even more than Feng Wenke.

Jiang Zhuo got up and went to the bathroom to wash up. When he came back, he found a new set of clothes in the hallway. The clothes included a jacket, pants, underwear, and socks.

There is also a note on the hay-colored sweater on top.

Jiang Zhuo took it to see that it was Fu Shixin's handwriting. He had read his handwriting when signing the contract.

Fu Shixin's handwriting is as eclectic as his own. The handwriting is beautiful, but it is very unpleasant.

"Come out for breakfast."

Ah!

Jiang Zhuo looked at the clothes and hesitated, and then he saw that the neatly folded clothes he had made last night had disappeared.

He closed his eyes speechlessly, suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, picked up his clothes and changed.

The clothes Fu Shixin chose for Jiang Zhuo fit perfectly. Jiang Zhuo was very white, and the withered grass-colored sweater was worn on him to take advantage of his fair complexion. The black casual suit matched the sweater. Hay color.

Jiang Zhuo looked at himself in the mirror, his phoenix eyes showed a hint of sarcasm, money is really a good thing.

He rubbed his forehead and didn't think about it anymore, packed up and walked out of the guest room.

Fu Shixin was watching the tablet on the sofa in the living room when he heard the door open.

"Get up." His voice stopped when he saw Jiang Zhuo, the smile on the corner of his mouth raised, his eyes smiled, showing bursts of warmth, "It's very beautiful."

Jiang Zhuo was actually surprised. When he praised himself, he subconsciously glanced at his clothes.

"I put the coat at the door for you, and you will put it on later."

"It can't be 20 again." Jiang Zhuo actually joked with him.

Fu Shixin was stunned, then laughed, "Will you care?"

"meeting."

Fu Shixin stopped continuing this topic, put down the tablet computer in his hand, and motioned Jiang Zhuo to have breakfast.

Jiang Zhuo walked to the dining table and was a little surprised to see the breakfast on the table.

"You did it?"

"I bought it."

really.

It's just that it took him a lot of time to gather all the food on this table.

After all, he saw that the packaging of each breakfast was the logo of different stores.

But when he thought of Fu Shixin's identity, he should stay at home, just pick up his mobile phone and dial a few numbers, and a bunch of food would be delivered to him.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhuo felt less guilty.

Seeing that he was not moving, Fu Shixin walked up to him thoughtfully, pulled out the chair on his right, and made a gentle gesture of invitation.

Jiang Zhuo walked in front of him indifferently, pulled out a chair opposite and sat down.

Fu Shixin wasn't angry when he was rejected. He happily sat opposite Jiang Zhuo and said happily:

"I don't know what you like to eat, so I bought some."

He pushed a bowl of tender tofu flower in front of Jiang Zhuo.

"This, I don't know if you like it or not."

Jiang Zhuo took the tofu flower, glanced at the tofu flower in the bowl, and didn't speak.

"What? Don't you like it?" Fu Shixin wanted to change him, but Jiang Zhuo stopped him.

"I like it, but I haven't eaten it for a long time." Jiang Zhuo smiled at Fu Shixin, "Thank you."

Fu Shixin looked at him stupidly, and after a long time, he replied, "You're welcome."

Jiang Zhuo ate very slowly, especially now, he seemed to have something on his mind, Fu Shixin was thinking about what happened last night, without disturbing him, he picked up the same bean curd flower and ate it.

Jiang Zhuo didn't eat much for breakfast. After drinking a bowl of tofu flower, he lost his appetite. Fu Shixin didn't force him. When it was time to work, Fu Shixin took off the coats hanging at the door one by one, and put a smoky gray new Pass the coat to Jiang Zhuo.

"I can wear my own." Jiang Zhuo said silently.

"I took yours for dry cleaning. Wear this. I bought it for you."

The gray overcoat matched his outfit very well, but Fu Shixin dressed himself up like this, which made Jiang Zhuo a little awkward. He is not a vase, and he doesn't want to be a vase.

But right now, he has no choice.

Jiang Zhuo took the coat and said thank you.

"I'll bring you?"

Fu Shixin's car should still be at the bar last night.

"No, I still have a car." Fu Shixin knew that he would not compromise to let others know about their relationship.

Jiang Zhuo said something in his heart, rich and willful.

The two went out together, got into the car one after the other, and went downstairs to the company. Fu Shixin took a step behind Jiang Zhuo, intentionally getting out of the car five minutes after he went upstairs.

Jiang Zhuo came to the door of the office. Secretary Li had already arrived. Secretary Li had changed into new clothes, and there was nothing unusual on his face.

"Mr. Jiang." Secretary Li got up to greet him as usual, and checked with him the work needed for today.

Jiang Zhuo didn't specifically mention what happened last night to him.

Everything is as usual today, the strange call from last night did not come again, and Jiang Zhuo also put the missed call behind him.

After get off work in the afternoon, Feng Wenke called to remind him to eat and bring Fu Shixin.

Jiang Zhuo walked out of the office door while answering the phone. He originally wanted to be confused, but saw that Secretary Li and Fu Shixin had already packed up and waited at the door.

"you?"

Jiang Zhuo moved the phone aside, and from the happy smile on Fu Shixin's face, he had a bad feeling.

"Mr. Jiang, shall we leave now?" Secretary Li blushed slightly, and while speaking, he glanced at Fu Shixin and explained, "Wen Ke said that he has invited you two to have dinner together."

really.

"Yeah." Jiang Zhuo reluctantly pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and hung up the phone, "Let's go together."

Secretary Li followed Jiang Zhuo's car to the hot pot restaurant near Feng Wenke's home that Feng Wenke had reserved in advance.

Fu Shixin drove behind them.

The name of the hotpot restaurant is Ranweiju, and it is one of the best hotpot chain restaurants in the imperial capital.

Jiang Zhuo stood at the door and looked at the word "Ran" on the door of the store, slightly lost in thought.

Secretary Li's "Let's go" brought Jiang Zhuo back from his thoughts.

He turned around and looked at Fu Shixin who had followed him, moved his lips, and said nothing.

The hot pot restaurant is extremely prosperous. As soon as I walked in the gate, I saw many men and women sitting in the waiting area in line.

Secretary Li took Jiang Zhuo and Fu Shixin to the private room on the third floor with ease.

"Do you come here often?" Fu Shixin asked Secretary Li.

"That's it."

Fu Shixin doesn't like hot pot very much, because eating here is wasteful, not to mention the clothes, and there is a lingering spicy taste.

"Don't like it?" Jiang Zhuo noticed that he frowned, and guessed that a prince like him might not be used to such a civilian place, "If you don't like it, you don't have to go."

Before he could say this, he was stopped by Feng Wenke who went out to greet them.

Feng Wenke warmly invited them into the private room, and Fu Shixin asked after he went in, only to know that this store is authentic.

Inviting them to eat in his shop, they are indeed budget-conscious businessmen.

The meaning of Feng Wenke's invitation to this meal is also very clear. One is to thank them for their perseverance last night, and the other is to formally introduce Secretary Li to them.

The lingering mist in front of the hot pot reflected Secretary Li's face extremely softly. He leaned against Feng Wenke and Xiaoniaoyiren was very happy.

The scene in front of him suddenly reminded Jiang Zhuo that 11 years ago, when they first arrived in the imperial capital, Feng Wenke also took them to eat hot pot in order to fulfill the friendship of the landlord.

It was summer at that time, and the three guys were cooking and eating together in full swing. He remembered very clearly that Zhao Ran was snuggling up next to Feng Wenke, just like Secretary Li, his eyes full of tenderness nourished by love.

When the three of them walked out of the hot pot restaurant, they were all sweating, not because the hot pot was too hot, it was too spicy.

Zhao Ran likes to eat hot pot, and since then he has always taken him and Feng Wenke to eat spicy pot with various flavors, so from that time on, Feng Wenke made up his mind to open a hot pot restaurant for Zhao Ran.

A year later, Feng Wenke really opened the first hot pot restaurant, named Ran Wei Ju, as the name suggests is the taste that Zhao Ran likes, here contains all kinds of hot pot flavors in the country, there is no one who doesn't like it, only you can't think of it.

Gradually, the hot pot restaurant grew bigger and bigger, but the relationship between Feng Wenke and Zhao Ran had problems.

Hot pot chain stores opened one after another and even spread across the country, but Zhao Ran and him had nowhere to go and cut off their marriage.

Afterwards, Feng Wenke thought about changing the name, but the public has gotten used to it, and changing it may affect the efficiency, so the name has not been changed.

The clouds of the hot pot covered his glasses with a layer of water vapor. He took off the glasses in a relaxed manner, and shifted his gaze to Feng Wenke's face. He had it when he was watching Zhao Ran.

He introduced Secretary Li to himself today, it seems that he wants to understand.

Jiang Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the mutton that Fu Shixin cooked for himself with his chopsticks, and ate it with relish.

As far as he is concerned, what he hopes to see most is Feng Wenke's happiness.

Hope all is well.

He didn't drink tonight, and he really wanted to watch Feng Wenke settle down and reap his happiness quietly.

After dinner, Secretary Li drove Feng Wenke's car back together.

Fu Shixin naturally worked hard on him, staring at him with pitiful little eyes, hoping that he could go back with him.

Jiang Zhuo declined, firstly it was really inconvenient, secondly why would he give Fu Shixin another chance?

On the way back, he had already made up his mind that he didn't plan to take back Fu Shixin's key. What he wanted to do now was to change to another house as soon as possible and cut off Fu Shixin's wishful thinking towards him as soon as possible.

He was afraid that the young man would be moved by his true feelings.

The author has something to say: Fu: It's too late, I was already in love before I went to you