Avatar and White-eyed Wolf

"No." Chu Shangluo refused very happily. He slowed down, stopped by the window, and looked at the Beijing city full of New Year under the heavy snow.

Standing in this position, you can see the unfinished villa not far away. At the beginning, he chose the location where the villa was built because he could see the villa from the company and monitor the current situation at any time.

Ren Jiaoming will not know his heart, and there is no need to know it forever.

Ren Jiaoming followed Chu Shangluo's gaze and saw the villa, and he understood something in an instant.

His eyes fell on Chu Shangluo's face, looking at this person who was happy or not, he didn't even hide his love.

He gently held Chu Shangluo's hand on the window sill, wanting to see Chu Shangluo's eyes full of love again.

However, Chu Shangluo quickly shook off Ren Jiaoming's hand. Chu Shangluo did this too much. He was annoyed when Ren Jiaoming grabbed him like this before, but now he got used to it and calmed down.

He didn't even look at Ren Jiaoming, turned around and walked out: "Today is a holiday, don't follow me."

Chu Shangluo walked out of the office building and on the way to the parking lot, the surroundings were quiet except for the sound of footsteps.

Not only him, but also Ren Jiaoming who has been following him all along.

He quickened his pace, and after getting in the car, the door was locked, and when he drove past Ren Jiaoming who was parked in the driveway looking at him, Chu Shangluo glanced at him, Ren Jiaoming couldn't see him through the car window.Chu Shangluo looked at Ren Jiaoming with lonely eyes in the snow, stepped on the accelerator, and left quickly.

Today is New Year's Eve, when Chu Shangluo walked into the corridor, Spring Festival couplets were pasted at the door of every household, and in the usually quiet corridor, children in red clothes can also be seen running around playing.

One of the children ran around and bumped into Chu Shangluo without seeing the road clearly. The little boy scratched his head embarrassedly, took out candy from his pocket and stuffed it into Chu Shangluo's hand, and said, "I'm sorry, uncle!"

The boy's voice was loud and joyful, and he and his friends ran away laughing.

Chu Shangluo's calm face showed a little smile at this moment. He came to the door of his house where nothing was posted, opened the door and entered.

The living room was very quiet. He took off his clothes tiredly, threw them casually at the door, walked to the sofa and unbuttoned his shirt, breathed a sigh of relief, and lay down on it without taking off his shoes.

He put his hand on his forehead, then froze for a moment, spread his hand, subconsciously holding the candy given to him by the child in his palm.

The mobile phone rang at this moment, and the notification tone rang again and again. At this time of the year, the family members of the Chu family were very lively and never stopped.

Chu Shangluo peeled off the candy wrapper and put the round candy into his mouth. The sweetness instantly covered up the bitterness left by him from taking stomach medicine all this time. The candy tasted like strawberry.

He picked up his mobile phone and opened the group chat, where people were chatting. Some people were chatting about how much money they made this year, some people showed the big lunch they had for lunch, some people showed what awards their children won, and some people saw Chu Fan come out to talk and chat with him. Chu Fan asked for Cheng Yang's autograph.

Chu Shangluo watched the chat for a while, even if someone in the group asked about him and what he was doing, he didn't answer.

There are many Chu family members, and there are many people in the family. They are all managed by Chu Fan. He doesn't have the energy to read the group chat.

Chu Shangluo glanced at the time, it was almost time for lunch, and more and more people in the group began to ask him what he was doing.

Seemingly caring, but actually waiting for Mr. Chu to send a big red envelope.

Every year, Chushangluo distributes 20 red envelopes to the group, and this year is no exception. Once the red envelopes are distributed, the group will line up and say, "Thank you, Boss Chu".

At this time, Chu Fan will also send out about [-] red envelopes, and the words of thanks in the group will become "Thank you, Patriarch Chu".

Chu Shangluo didn't like to read group messages, so he turned off his phone after sending out the red envelopes, otherwise he would be annoyed to death just by texting New Year's greetings.

He stared at the ceiling for a while, and turned his head to see the inspection report on the table.

Yesterday he went to check his stomach disease. The doctor told him that his stomach disease recovered very quickly. His recovery from this disease is entirely due to eating regularly and taking medicine on time.

Chu Shangluo turned around, thinking that Ren Jiaoming took care of him to eat and take medicine on time.

He closed his eyes, and the sound of firecrackers sounded outside. The joyful festival had never had anything to do with him.

*

When Chu Shangluo woke up again, it was completely dark.

The starry sky flickered outside the window, and the room was dark.

Chu Shangluo sat up, turned on the bedside lamp, and immediately found that he was not a hard sofa, but a soft bed. The suit on his body was taken off, and he was changed into comfortable pajamas.

Chu Shangluo: "..."

Oh shit!Who else can do this except Ren Jiaoming?

Ren Jiaoming couldn't let him live in peace for this New Year's Eve!

Chu Shangluo was so angry that he pushed open the door of the bedroom without even wearing his shoes. The living room was brightly lit, with red spring couplets pasted on the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and the dining table was filled with steaming delicacies, filled with aromas.

Fan Mo was sitting on the sofa playing a game console, muttering: "This teammate is too good!"

When he looked up, he saw Chu Shangluo standing silently at the door. He put down the game console and turned to look in the direction of the kitchen, and then turned back again.Said: "Isn't it always Chu that I woke you up by playing the game too loudly? I will keep my voice low. If you sleep a little longer, my brother is still making dumplings."

Ren Jiaoming came out when he heard the voice, wearing an ill-fitting apron, with his slender fingers sticking to the white face, his eyes first fell on Chu Shangluo's face to observe his current mood, and then a little bit down, fell on Chu Shangluo on bare feet.

He wiped the flour from his hands, walked to Chu Shangluo, looked at Chu Shangluo's bloodshot eyes, touched his face, and asked, "Did you sleep well?"

Chu Shangluo came back to his senses, "Who asked you to come to my house? I said not to cross the line, right? Aren't you the best at distinguishing boundaries?"

Ren Jiaoming squatted down, took the slippers on the side, and held Chu Shangluo's ankle, "Put on the shoes."

Chu Shangluo: "..."

After this period of time, Chu Shangluo discovered that Ren Jiaoming was very good at avoiding important things or not answering them.

He let Ren Jiaoming put on the shoes for him, he didn't want to say anything helplessly, he cooked a big table for the meal, and he didn't want to be unlucky for the Chinese New Year, so he turned and went into the study.

The Chu family still has a lot of follow-up matters to deal with. Chu Shangluo sat down and turned on the computer, and the door was pushed open.

Fan Mo held a glass of milk and placed it next to Chu Shangluo. Chu Shangluo glanced at him, then continued to focus on the computer.

Fan Mo: "My brother asked me to give it to you."

"Ah."

Fan Mo thought for a while, then smiled: "Mr. Chu, you still can't forgive my brother?"

Chu Shangluo patted Fan Mo on the head unceremoniously, "Don't worry about adults' business, children, I'm busy."

"I'm too lazy to care about it." Fan Mo shrugged and went out.

After Chu Shangluo was disturbed, he was not in the mood to work anymore. He wanted to concentrate several times, but he couldn't concentrate.

When Ren Jiaoming asked him to come out for dinner, Chu Shangluo realized that he was staring at the computer in a daze for almost an hour with a cigarette in his mouth.

There is a Spring Festival Gala in the living room, and a large table of dishes is on the table.

Chu Shangluo sat down, squeezed the cigarette in his mouth, took two puffs vigorously, and threw the cigarette away when the sparks burned to the end of the cigarette.

Ren Jiaoming was busy all afternoon and one night, and he didn't rest until the moment he sat beside Chu Shangluo.

Chu Shangluo naturally took the porridge from Ren Jiaoming, staring at the drinks on the table, "Is there no wine?"

"Drink the juice." Ren Jiaoming poured Chu Shangluo a glass of juice.

There was wine, a lot, but while taking medicine, Ren Jiaoming didn't want Chu Shangluo to drink.

Chu Shangluo pushed the juice aside, got up to get the wine, just stood up, but was stopped by Ren Jiaoming, "I'll get it."

In the matter of drinking, no one can hinder Chu Shangluo.

Ren Jiaoming brought red wine and poured it into the cup for Chu Shangluo. Fan Mo looked at his brother and President Chu with a smile on his face. Laizhi has both joy and anger on his face, his brother is silent and careful, just like the relationship between sword and scabbard, flowers and green leaves, tacit understanding and complementation.

Although President Chu hasn't forgiven his brother yet, he has a hunch that such days are not far away.

Chu Shangluo was drinking, and it was the first time in the past few years that someone accompanied him on New Year's Eve, which made him a little uncomfortable.

At this time last year, he was still actively inviting Ren Jiaoming to accompany him for the New Year. Ren Jiaoming rejected him with a cold face on the grounds that he had other matters. He didn't give up and ran to Ren Jiaoming's house, and saw Wen Yan went to Ren Jiaoming's house.

It was really uncomfortable at the time, and it's embarrassing to think about it now.

He picked up the bottle and filled it up again. Ren Jiaoming held his wrist and frowned slightly: "Drink less."

Chu Shangluo was slightly drunk, raised his eyebrows and looked at Ren Jiaoming, struggled to break free from Ren Jiaoming's hand, and took a big gulp from the wine bottle.

He raised his mouth, stretched out his hand and patted Ren Jiaoming's shoulder, reminding him: "Secretary Ren, do your part well."

Ren Jiaoming pursed his thin lips, not wanting to make Chu Shangluo angry, so he withdrew his hand.

President Chu hasn't had a drink for a long time. He loves to drink, but he hasn't had a single sip of his stomach ailment during this time. Now his stomach is much better and it's Chinese New Year. There's no reason not to drink.

Ren Jiaoming kept staring at the amount of Chu Shangluo's drinking, worried that he would feel uncomfortable.

Even though it was Chinese New Year, the dinner table was unusually quiet. Fan Mo took the initiative to say something to ease the atmosphere, but it was of no use.

Chu is always a talkative person, but if he doesn't talk, he can't count on his brother even more.

Chu Shangluo was not in the mood to speak. He was not in a good mood. He always felt that there should be a phone call this festival.

He picked up the dumplings, and while eating the dumplings, the countdown sounded on the TV. Fan Mo stared at the TV, happily counting down with the host.

When counting to "0", gorgeous fireworks suddenly bloomed in the dark night sky outside the window.

Fan Mo excitedly ran to the balcony. Chu Shangluo took two bites of a dumpling, and his teeth hit something hard.

He spat out the object suspiciously, which was a coin.

There is a saying that if you eat coins, you will have good luck this year.

Chu Shangluo's eyes suddenly became a little hot, let alone coins, shit!He hasn't eaten dumplings in four new year's Eve!

Ren Jiaoming watched Chu Shangluo's every move with warm eyes. The moment Chu Shangluo spat out the coin, there was an inadvertent cuteness in his eyes that was incompatible with the president.

There was a slight smile in Ren Jiaoming's faint eyes, he leaned over and quickly kissed Chu Shangluo's lips.

The phone on the table rang.

Caller ID - Dad.