You don’t understand the happiness of pseudo-A

"Fantasy" Yuan Ze sneered and couldn't wait to try the barley tea. The astringent taste seemed to have been rushed several times, and the taste was not strong, so he pushed the water glass away while the surroundings were dark.

"Don't you think the lead singer's voice is very contagious, and that electronic pianist"

"That's it"

Lacking a sympathetic confidant, it turns out that communication is a dead end. Xiang Yang shut his mouth and waited for the food to be served, but stared at the cluster of lights from beginning to end.

The soothing tune can always steal away the time quietly, the lights returned to the original appearance, the two people on the stage bowed and smiled and retreated from the sight of everyone, the dishes and snacks ordered were full, and Xiang Yang nodded in satisfaction.

Yuan Ze bit his chopsticks from different angles, obviously achieved his goal, but his heart was very stuffy.

"They don't look as good as I do."

"Ah?" Xiang Yang raised his head in a daze, sizing up Yuan Ze's facial features, "If you come out to sell, you can indeed live on your face."

As long as those eyes looked at him, that little emotion disappeared.

"Then why don't you look at me like you look at them?" There was a bit of sourness in his tone.

"Are you kidding? I appreciate it. Looking at you like that all day, I'm afraid you're not a pervert."

"I didn't expect you to be so eager to be noticed besides having a lot of drama, it's pathological enough." Xiang Yang went on to make up the knife.

Yuan Ze turned his head to one side and refused to continue communicating. Maybe he was really sick, and he actually tried to approach such a person in vain.

After eating and drinking, his body became lazy, Xiangyang half leaned on the sofa, habitually took out his mobile phone, and the full screen of WeChat messages was very eye-catching

It's just that the father didn't get a reply to the transfer records again and again. Could it be that easy to comfort his emotions?Hilariously, he clicked to collect and habitually returned a thank you boss GIF. Xiang Yang stared blankly at the other party typing in the chat box, but still didn't move his phone away. After a while, he sent a large amount of thoughtful and caring words, probably copied again paste it

"I'm going to check out, do you have anything else to buy?"

Yuan Ze shook his head, Xiang Yang was grinning very flamboyantly at the moment, sadness flashed in his deep eyes, before Yuan Ze could think about it, he turned around and walked towards the cashier.

Yuan Ze patted his sleeves, and walked slowly towards the gate, extremely curious about the person Xiang Yang replied to just now.

Accompanied by the moonlight, Yuan Ze and Xiang Yang walked side by side from eight streets and nine streets to alleys, from bustling to winding paths.

"Why do people have to go home?" Qinglie's words revealed doubts.

"Of course it's because there are important people waiting at home." After looking at the phone, Xiang Yang's mood was not right, and now when he suddenly mentioned home, Yuan Ze suddenly realized that the messy things in Xiang Yang's house could be exhausted after a little investigation.

"Then what if you know there is no one else?" Even if he is not the only son, even if his father becomes someone else's husband, Xiang Yang knows that when he returns to that family, he is still the son of his original spouse, the heir of the true family, and his father will Get along as always.

"Well, there are exceptions, it depends on the situation." Yuan Ze squeezed his chin cautiously.

The pretty and immature face revealed a stable and familiar expression, and he seemed to be able to say "Tianliang Wangpo!" Xiang Yang lightly clenched his fists against his lips and smiled dumbly.

"What are you laughing at?" Yuan Ze frowned, unable to understand Xiang Yang's behavior. One second, he was obviously drowning in sadness, but the next second he was fine and happy.

"No, what's the situation?" Xiang Yang said with a difficult smile as he waved away the images in his mind.