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Keeping a certain distance between superiors and subordinates has always been Fu Gangqiang's rule.

He had dinner at the home of Department Chief Wang, and they had been working together for three or four years at that time.

Besides, this is the second time he went to other subordinates' home for dinner.

When he faced Bai Chuan, he couldn't help but "get used to" him.

It may be because the male employees under him have always been the type of Wang Dongyu and Liu Xin, or it may be because Bai Chuan is much younger than him.

In the sales department, except for the old qualifications like Department Chief Wang, other people are still very afraid of Fu Gangqiang. They will never chat with him if they have nothing to do. Some timid people will see him drinking coffee in the tea room, and even go back with a cup. Come in after he finishes his drink.

But Bai Chuan is not afraid of him, and always likes to chat with him.It's not the kind of flamboyant talk that the subordinates use to flatter the boss, what Bai Chuan talks about is basically irrelevant things.

After entering the room, Bai Chuan handed Fu Gangqiang slippers. Fu Gangqiang's feet were one and a half sizes larger than Bai Chuan's, and half of the heel was exposed behind.

Fu Gangqiang didn't care whether the slippers fit or not. He pulled the slippers into the house and took a look around. The living room was spacious and bright, with a dark green pure leather sofa and a high-end European-style coffee table. The view from here must be beautiful.

"It's not bad." Fu Gangqiang praised: "You live by yourself and tidy up fairly well."

Bai Chuan glanced at Fu Gangqiang's slippers that didn't fit his feet, and said, "There are cleaning staff who come to clean them regularly."

Fu Gangqiang: "No wonder." Putting the food on the coffee table, Fu Gangqiang took off his suit, unbuttoned his tie and collar: "Is there a hanger?"

Bai Chuan held out his hand: "Give it to me, I'll hang it up, there are new T-shirts and shorts at home, loose fit, the minister should be able to wear them."

Fu Gangqiang didn't refuse either, it was indeed very restrained to drink in a shirt and suit pants: "I'll send it back to you after I'm done with the dry cleaning."

Bai Chuan quickly waved his hand: "No need, the washing machine is fine." Fu Gangqiang's clothes, of course, he had to keep until the smell disappeared.

Bai Chuan also changed into home clothes, and showed Fu Gangqiang a look at the second bedroom and bathroom.

There are two sets of bathrooms in this house, one is in Bai Chuan's master bedroom, and the other is opposite to the second bedroom, which is convenient for use when guests come to the house.

After looking around, Fu Gangqiang asked, "Can I smoke on the balcony?"

Bai Chuan doesn't smoke, so naturally there is no ashtray at home, and he doesn't like the smell of smoke in his home either.

He took out a glass jar from the kitchen and took off the lid: "You can smoke on the balcony, use this to hold the ash."

"Just bring me a disposable paper cup, or a can." The things Bai Chuan uses are not cheap, and this small glass jar may be bought in a boutique.

"It's okay, this is the container I finished eating the can." In fact, he bought it for spices.

Fu Gangqiang nodded, and walked to the balcony with the glass jar.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Fu Gangqiang's figure can be clearly seen, with broad shoulders and elbows leaning on the railing, looking at the dark sea in the distance.

If the eyes can be turned into cameras, Bai Chuan wants to capture this moment forever.He thought so, and did so, took out his phone, and pressed the camera button.

In the pure black night, a man stood on the balcony with his back facing him, smoking quietly, and he could see wisps of white smoke drifting away with the wind.

When Fu Gangqiang came back from smoking, Bai Chuan was heating the appetizers in the microwave, and the water was boiling in the pot, preparing to cook dumplings.

"Do you usually cook?" Fu Gangqiang rubbed his arms and moved over.

Bai Chuan was wearing a black round-neck cotton shirt, loose gray cotton trousers, and very simple home clothes. Since he hadn't bathed yet, his hair was neatly pulled back by pomade.

The well-shaped ears and fair and slender neck were exposed.

"It's similar to the minister, so I won't starve myself to death, but there are other options, so I definitely won't do it myself." Bai Chuan said with a smile, picked up a piece of cheese and stuffed it into his mouth, nodded slightly: "Yes, minister, do you want to try it?" taste?"

Fu Gangqiang: "Here's a piece." Just as he was about to reach for it, Bai Chuan stretched out his hand. His five fingers were slender, and his fingertips were slightly red. There was a block of cheese between his thumb and forefinger. The temperature of his fingertips was relatively high. The edge of the block is slightly melted.

"Eat." Bai Chuan stretched out his hand, bringing it to Fu Gangqiang's mouth.

Fu Gang paused for two seconds, he had never been fed so intimately, not even Hu Die, she was a character who didn't like to show you and me.

Fu Gangqiang opened his mouth, trying to avoid touching his tongue or teeth to Bai Chuan's fingers, but the cheese was so big, his teeth still slightly rubbed against Bai Chuan's fingers.

Fu Gangqiang had a piece of cheese in his mouth, and he always felt that something was weird, but he couldn't explain it.

Bai Chuan didn't respond, and continued to fiddle with the food.Fu Gangqiang lowered his head slightly, and he could see the collarbone from Bai Chuan's neckline. It was clean and there were no traces.

Even if it cannot be concluded from the traces that Baichuan has no nightlife, compared to the previous explicit traces, Fu Gangqiang is more accepting of the current scene and thinks it looks more pleasing to the eye.

Fu Gangqiang rolled up his sleeves, walked into the cooking table from the side, and said, "I'll help you."

Bai Chuan: "Minister, take the bowls and chopsticks, and there are also ingredients for dipping dumplings."

Fu Gangqiang opened the double-door refrigerator, and the food inside was quite complete.

"Is there any garlic?"

Bai Chuan: "Refrigerate the bottom freezer."

Fu Gangqiang opened the fresh-keeping cabinet, took out a head of garlic, walked to the trash can, peeled the skin and said, "Bai Chuan, do you eat dumplings with garlic?"

Bai Chuan: "It doesn't matter if you add or not."

Fu Gangqiang nodded in disbelief, and Bai Chuan asked with a smile, "Minister, what's your expression?"

Fu Gangqiang: "I thought that a handsome guy like you wouldn't eat garlic, but would eat that kind of garlic. Wrap it in tinfoil and pour sesame oil inside. It doesn't smell like garlic at all."

Bai Chuan smiled and waved his hands: "It's not that exaggerated, but I really don't eat when I have work."

"In the eyes of the minister, am I the kind of picky person?" Bai Chuan asked.

"No, I just thought that the living habits of young handsome guys and old men like me should be different."

The Bai Chuan that Fu Gangqiang knew was a young man who was serious about his work and well-mannered. He didn't have the impetuousness or high-mindedness and low-handedness that young boys said, as Manager Hao said.Except that he was a little too meticulous, such as brushing his teeth after meals and applying skin care products, Fu Gangqiang even wondered whether Bai Chuan went to get his nails trimmed regularly.

Otherwise, why every nail is round and full, and the finger surface is glowing with soft light.

"Minister, see what you want to drink first." Bai Chuan opened the wine cabinet and asked Fu Gangqiang to choose by himself.

Bai Chuan doesn't know how to drink, and Fu Gangqiang was not very confident about Bai Chuan's taste in buying wine, but after looking at the wine cabinet, he found that many of Bai Chuan's purchases were high-quality wines that were in high demand.

It should be said that many people buy this kind of wine and put it in the transparent wine cabinet to watch at home, not to drink it.

"Where did you buy it?" Fu Gangqiang took out a bottle of foreign wine that he had always wanted to taste.

Bai Chuan: "Some are bought from the wine section of the shopping mall, and some are bought from wine merchants." He spent a lot of thought in order to make up the whole cabinet of wine.

But seeing the excited Fu Gangqiang, Bai Chuan felt that all his preparations were worthwhile.

No matter how troublesome things you do for the person you like, as long as he is happy, you will be happy. This feeling is amazing.

It is too dangerous to let other people's emotions infect your own emotions, or even dominate your own emotions, but Bai Chuan just can't step on the brakes.

"Try this tonight?" Fu Gang shook the wine bottle in his hand.

Bai Chuan nodded: "I haven't drank either."

Fu Gangqiang: "In case you get drunk, put more soda and ice cubes."

After all the food was served on the table, Fu Gangqiang also poured the wine, and the two lightly clinked glasses: "Cheers."

As usual, Fu Gangqiang drank half a cup before starting to eat.

"Don't drink first, eat first." Fu Gang forced Bai Chuan to stop, and gave him two dumplings: "You get drunk easily, and it's easier to get drunk when you drink on an empty stomach."

Bai Chuan actually wanted to say that his mind was no longer clear, even though he hadn't even touched a drop of alcohol.

Fu Gangqiang turned on the ultra-thin TV at Bai Chuan's house, and tuned to any station to watch the Spring Festival programs. They were all sketches and singing, and any station was very lively.

"Bai Chuan, when you were studying abroad, did you go back to China every year during the Chinese New Year?"

Bai Chuan shook his head: "Basically not back."

Fu Gangqiang was surprised: "Didn't your parents tell you to go back?"

Bai Chuan chewed the shredded squid, and just after drinking half a cup, his face turned red and his eyes were watery: "My dad is busy, and my mom will come to country K to visit me."

Bai Chuan couldn't recall how the Spring Festival was spent in those years.

He confessed his sexuality to his family earlier, and he said everything as soon as he was in high school. Between shock and confusion, his mother chose to understand him.

His elder brother was six years younger than him. He was about to graduate from college and already had a girlfriend. Facing his younger brother who came out suddenly, his acceptance was obviously higher.

Only his father, refused to speak to him from that day on.

He went abroad to study after graduating from high school, and he didn't see his father in the next few years.

Just when he was considering whether to continue reading, his father called him.

His fingers stiffened when he saw the contact on the voice call.

After pressing the call button, his father said: "Come back after graduation."

"Why are you stunned? Did you drink too much?" Fu Gang waved his hand in front of Bai Chuan's eyes.

Bai Chuan laughed suddenly, Bai Chuansheng was good-looking, and when he smiled seriously, the red mole on the corner of his brow and peach blossom eyes were extremely alluring.

Fu Gangqiang was taken aback by his sudden smile, Bai Chuan looked straight at him, and a strange feeling came over Fu Gangqiang's mind, like when the wind suddenly blew up while driving on the sea late at night.

He subconsciously turned his head and said, "What are you laughing at?"

The reason why Bai Chuan can't recall the Spring Festival when he was studying abroad is because there is nothing worth remembering, like cooking glutinous rice balls alone in the room, or finding someone to indulge until dawn.

These are not necessary to be remembered.

"Minister, these dumplings are really delicious."

Bai Chuan never thought that one day he would eat dumplings and watch the Spring Festival Gala with the man he likes. He longed for this kind of ordinary warmth but dared not touch it.

Although the other party didn't know anything, from the beginning to the end, he was the only one who secretly drew a sweet dream in his heart.

Fu Gangqiang looked at him suspiciously, why didn't he think the dumplings were so delicious.

"Eat more if it tastes good, don't drink it, you're a bit over the top." Fu Gangqiang took Bai Chuan's wine glass and stuffed a bottle of soda into his hand.

The author has something to say: Xiaobai's family is still very open-minded, and no family members will firmly oppose it

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