After being coveted by old men for many years, I quit

Now apart from these three words, everything seems to be in vain.

Zhou Cheng's eyes were half-closed, and he continued quietly, "If you don't like my part-time job, I will explain to the store manager after get off work today."

He Xiao looked at him, his narrow and deep black eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a hint of danger silently, "So, you have made up your mind not to go to dinner with me?"

Zhou Chengluo slowly clenched his fingers by his side, "I don't care about today's work..."

Before he finished speaking, the man suddenly walked behind him.

Zhou Cheng's pupils shrank suddenly, without the slightest hesitation, he turned around and followed his pace, "What do you want to do?"

The man didn't even glance at his face from the corner of his eye, and walked straight to the store with his long legs.

Zhou Cheng's heart skipped a beat, and without thinking, he stepped in front of him and blocked his way.

He Xiao stopped under his feet, looking at him with calm eyes, so calm that it made people feel uneasy.

People around came and went, and some wanted to go in to buy coffee.

The two stood in the middle of the sidewalk, both of them were superior in appearance, one was handsome and mature, the other was a handsome young man, standing together naturally attracted attention, many men and women passing by looked at them.

Zhou Cheng swallowed nervously. Although the man didn't say it clearly, he already guessed what he wanted to do.

"I'll go to dinner with you," he said cautiously, "you wait for me here, I'll go in and get my phone and coat."

In the store, Jiang Fan skillfully pressed the machine, and the girl in front of the counter came over and asked with a smile, "Senior Jiang Fan, is that his father who is talking to Senior Zhou Cheng outside? He looks so handsome. I didn't expect his father to be so handsome." young."

Jiang Fan's fingers on the screen froze, and he looked outside along the transparent glass door, and he could indeed see Zhou Cheng and a man.

But that man was not Zhou Cheng's father.

Although he only met once during the freshman orientation, he was sure of it.

What's more, according to what he said in WeChat before, it is impossible for his father to appear here.

It was a very tall man, separated by a layer of glass, and there was a distance. Jiang Fan couldn't see his face clearly, but only from the blurred facial features, he should be a little old. Standing there, he exudes the appearance of an adult. mature temperament.

Because Zhou Cheng's back was facing the store, Jiang Fan couldn't see his expression, but he seemed to have said something, so he turned around and entered the store.

He was about to ask, but Zhou Cheng hurried into the back kitchen.

Guessing that something should have happened, he said to the girl in front of the counter to wait a moment, then asked the waiter in the store to take the place, and followed.

Zhou Cheng told the store manager about the situation, but fortunately, because there was an autumn rain today and the temperature dropped, not many people came to the store, and the store manager readily agreed.

When Zhou Cheng turned to get his coat, Jiang Fan just came in. Seeing him put on his coat, he immediately asked, "Are you going back?"

He Xiao was still waiting outside, Zhou Cheng didn't dare to delay, nodded while putting on his backpack, and replied vaguely, "I have something to do and I have to go first, bye."

As he spoke, he left without waiting for Jiang Fan to ask carefully.

Jiang Fan returned to the counter and watched Zhou Cheng open the glass door and walk towards the man waiting outside.

Not knowing what he said, the two left together.

He looked at it quietly for a while, then lowered his head and continued with his work.

Suddenly, he caught sight of a key chain with a musical note pendant next to it, picked it up and chased it out.

Zhou Cheng followed the man to the Bentley parked on the side of the road, Shen Yan was already waiting beside the car.

"Zhou Cheng!"

Hearing the sound, all three of them turned their heads and looked over.

Jiang Fan trotted to Zhou Cheng, handed him the key in his hand, panted slightly, "You have fallen again."

As he spoke, his eyes met those of the man next to him.

Zhou Cheng took it belatedly, and hurriedly said, "Thank you."

"This is...?" Jiang Fan gestured to the man next to him.

As the distance got closer, he could see the man's face clearly. From the appearance alone, he was only in his early thirties. Perhaps it was because his temperament was too calm and calm, and he was dressed in a formal attire, which made him look beyond his age Deep and mature.

What Zhou Cheng was most afraid of happened, he had to go to the balcony to answer just a phone call, which was enough to show how jealous he was of He Xiao appearing in front of Jiang Fan.

Especially Jiang Fan is not so smart, he is really afraid of being caught by Jiang Fan.

Zhou Cheng also glanced at the silent man at the side, forced the corners of his mouth to twitch, and said vaguely, "He...is my father's friend, I call him Uncle Xiao."

Jiang Fan glanced at the expressionless man, nodded, "Hello."

He Xiao's eyes didn't linger on him, and he didn't know whether it was intentional or not. He put his hand on Zhou Cheng's shoulder, "Let's go."

After saying that, he let Zhou Cheng enter the carriage, and then sat in himself.

Jiang Fan stood where he was, watching the car door close.

The black car started its engine and quickly left its original position.

Under the night, Jiang Fan looked at the black car driving away, and the eyes of the man when he was about to leave flashed in his mind.

It seemed to be nothing, and it seemed to have a lot of meaning, but he couldn't understand the meaning.

……

The car drove to a western restaurant and stopped.

Zhou Cheng followed the man in. In fact, according to the time, it was a bit late to have dinner at this point, but as long as the man wants to eat, there are not many restaurants that would refuse it.

The waiter led the two of them to take the elevator upstairs, and then chose a position with a wide view.

I don't know if it's because there is no one on this floor after the meal time.

When the waiter handed over the menu, Zhou Cheng shook his head. He came here just as a foil. He had already eaten before dinner, and he was still a little full, which would make him lose his appetite at all.

He Xiao raised his head from the menu and glanced at him, seeing that he didn't touch the menu, he only thought that he was still angry because of what happened just now.

After ordering, as soon as the waiter left, he got straight to the point, "Was that your friend just now?"

Zhou Cheng was looking at the scenery outside. This place was almost on the top floor. At a glance, he could have a panoramic view of the night view of the city.

He turned his head and realized that the man was asking Jiang Fan.

"Well, we live in the same dormitory." When he said this, he suddenly felt a thump in his heart. Thinking of something, the expression on his face suddenly became a little complicated, "What's wrong?"

"You don't have to look at me like that, I'm not interested in him."

He Xiao raised the goblet filled with red wine, leaned back in the chair lazily, his lips slightly raised, "In your eyes, I look like someone who is hungry when he sees a young boy?"

"I didn't think so."

Zhou Cheng pursed his lips lightly, he was just a little worried.

Jiang Fan can be said to be his best friend at this stage, and being followed by this man is definitely not a good thing from a certain point of view.

Chapter 33 Mr. He is actually a house husband "Really? But your eyes don't say that." The man looked at him with a faint smile, and slowly sipped the red wine in his glass.

Zhou Cheng looked at the clear banter in his eyes, his face tensed for a moment, and then turned his gaze out of the window again.

Until the end of this dinner, Zhou Cheng didn't speak again.

Of course, the man didn't ask him any more.

He Xiao settled the dinner quietly and gracefully, wiped the corners of his mouth where nothing was stained with a clean napkin, then stood up from the chair, "Let's go."

Zhou Cheng glanced at the dishes he hadn't touched the whole time, picked up his backpack, and left after him.

The elevator went down steadily. He stood behind the man and looked at his tall and straight back. To be honest, he felt a little dissatisfied with the fact that the man forced him to come here just to have a meal with him.

He thought that there was no difference between the meal with him and without him. Anyway, the two of them had no communication during the meal, and he sat there like a ball of air. Since there was no difference, why did he have to stop what he was doing? come with me?

He finds such behavior boring.

Knowing that he was not qualified to express dissatisfaction, let alone complain to men, so he consciously shut up and kept silent all the way until the black Bentley stopped outside the school gate.

Zhou Cheng picked up his backpack, said goodbye as a routine, opened the door and got out of the car.

He Xiao pushed the car door unhurriedly, followed his pace with his long legs, and stretched out his hand to pull him back to his side.

Zhou Cheng looked down at his arm being pulled.

He Xiao noticed his eyes, paused, his fingers slipped from his arm, and pinched his fingers instead.

"Still angry?" He asked in a deep voice.

The street lamp above the head exudes a dim yellow light, and a row of unknown trees is planted beside the road. It is late autumn, and only dry branches are left on the trees, cutting the light into pieces and reflecting on the ground.

Zhou Cheng wanted to take his finger back from the man's hand, but after struggling twice, he didn't move at all, so he simply gave up.

"Why are you angry?" His voice was extremely cold, and the corner of his lips sneered sarcastically, "I owe you what you should do."

you?

He Xiao raised his eyebrows, even using this word, isn't he angry?

He raised his other hand, trying to rub the drooping head, but Zhou Cheng avoided it as if he had sensed it.

He Xiao paused for a moment with his hand outstretched in the air, and then snorted helplessly, "You can do part-time jobs if you want, and I won't interfere in the future, but there is a premise."

The bitter cold wind blew over, but was blocked by the tall body in front of him. Zhou Cheng raised his head and stared at the man blankly, with doubt and puzzlement in his eyes.

"First, don't interfere with your studies. Second," He Xiao slowly lowered his head, his voice deep, "From now on, I can only be number one in your heart, and other things, no matter how important, can only be Take the second place, understand?"

Maybe it was because those deep eyes caught his sight, Zhou Cheng took a while to realize the meaning of his words, and immediately stepped back, opening the distance between the two of them.

He regained his breath a little.

This is obviously impossible.

Not to mention that the two have no relationship, just referring to the relationship between them, even if the man is now his ostensible benefactor, he still can't put him first.

He couldn't, and the answer was obvious.

However, the man did not wait for him to give an answer after asking, squeezed his fingers, and let go of him.

"Let's go back."

Zhou Cheng didn't hesitate any more, took a deep look at him, turned and left.

He Xiao didn't return to the car until his back was inside and he could no longer be seen.

Shen Yan sat in the driver's seat and glanced at the rearview mirror.

Seeing the man leaning on the seat and pinching the center of his brows, his expression was not very good-looking, he didn't dare to say anything, and silently started the engine and drove the car away from the spot.

When Zhou Cheng returned to the dormitory, Jiang Fan had already returned from get off work, and the other two roommates were playing games in full swing.

Seeing the door open and entering the dormitory, Jiang Fan put down the half-finished picture and stood up to greet him, "Where did you go? Why did you come back?"

After asking, he seemed to feel that he was asking too eagerly, and he said in a slightly slower tone, "I saw that you left in a hurry, so I thought something happened."

Zhou Cheng pinched the shoulder strap of his backpack and shook his head lightly, "It's okay, my uncle came to talk about work, so he stopped by to see me, he has already gone back."

Jiang Fan looked at him, pursed his lips and didn't speak for a while.

For the first time, he felt that the person in front of him seemed to have changed.

You can lie to him without changing your face.

On the day he came back, he found that he had become a little silent, but after thinking about what happened in his family, it was normal for him to be like this.

But today, especially now, even if he didn't say much, Jiang Fan could tell at a glance that he was lying just based on the situation tonight.

What kind of "take a look at it along the way", you can watch it for two or three hours, and you are not a blood-related uncle.

He didn't want to think about Zhou Cheng in that direction, nor did he want to speculate maliciously.

"Then go take a shower, it's almost ten o'clock."

Zhou Cheng nodded, "Okay."

Jiang Fan watched him go back to his desk, put down his backpack, took out his clothes from the closet, followed him into the bathroom, and then returned to his desk.

Looking at the computer screen, but I can't concentrate to continue...

On Friday, after the afternoon class, Zhou Cheng went back to the dormitory to pack his things, and walked out of school with his schoolbag and piano on his back.

The driver sent by He Xiao was already waiting by the side of the road. Seeing him coming out, he enthusiastically stepped forward to take his things, and then opened the car door for him to let him in.

After several hours of driving, it was dark outside, Zhou Cheng asked the driver to drive the car to the hospital, and went up alone.

Still the same, the nurses took care of him attentively, but the person was still unconscious.

Zhou Cheng stayed for more than half an hour before returning to the villa by car.

The lights in the villa were on, and just as he was about to ring the doorbell, the door was suddenly pulled open.

He Xiao was still wearing the same outfit, with a dark shirt and black trousers. Seeing that it was him, he moved aside to let him in.

"How did you get here?"

Zhou Cheng changed his shoes in the entrance, raised his head, and saw a thin layer of coldness on the man's face.

He was at a loss for a moment, "Go to the hospital."

He Xiao frowned, didn't say anything, turned around and walked to the dining room, "Come over for dinner."

Zhou Cheng followed behind him, put his backpack and piano on the sofa, saw that the TV was still on, turned around and went to the dining room without thinking much.

The moment he walked in, he looked at the dishes on the table, and then he realized what was the slight displeasure on the man's face just now.

He's waiting for him to have dinner?

He walked over, pulled out his chair and sat down. He could see that the dishes on this table had been put in a lot of work, but it was just that there was no heat.

Chapter 34 Molesting He Xiao He picked up two dishes expressionlessly, looked at him and said calmly, "Wait a minute."

As he said that, he carried the two dishes into the kitchen, probably to heat them up.

Zhou Cheng knew he was wrong, but he really didn't expect that he would prepare dinner specially for him to come back.

He hesitated while sitting on the chair, then got up from the chair, followed by carrying two dishes into the kitchen.

He Xiao stood in front of the cabinet, staring at the operating microwave oven embedded in the cabinet, and looked towards him when he heard the movement.

Zhou Cheng slowly moved over with the dishes, and put them on the island platform. Seeing that the man didn't respond, he went out and brought in the rest of the dishes.

Then he stood aside silently, scanning the kitchen boredly.

For a wealthy family, the kitchen utensils are naturally available, but when he saw the dishwasher, he suddenly remembered that the last time after dinner, the dishes seemed to be washed by a man himself.

Cleanliness?

The microwave "ding" brought him back to his thoughts, He Xiao took the dishes out of it, walked out directly under his feet, and ordered, "Put the other dishes in."

Zhou Cheng had no choice but to follow suit.

After all the dishes were reheated, the two sat down at the dining table and ate quietly.

Although it has been reheated and lost its original taste, Zhou Cheng still tastes delicious after a meal.

Naturally, school meals are not as well prepared as they are carefully prepared.

He Xiao watched him eating happily, and the coldness on his face faded silently.

After eating, Zhou Cheng took the initiative to clean up the dishes, but He Xiao didn't stop him, but just asked him to put the dishes in the dishwasher.

Zhou Cheng was puzzled, and asked hesitantly, "...don't you like washing by hand?"

Unexpectedly, the man glanced at him, and said with a smile, "You may not be cleaner than it."

It took a while for Zhou Cheng to realize what he meant by this - he thought he couldn't wash dishes.

Zhou Cheng felt depressed. He really didn't know how to do it before, but now... how should I put it, it won't be impossible to wash it clean, right?

Thinking so, he obediently put all the bowls into the dishwasher, studied the program for a while, and then went upstairs after pressing the switch.

There is a room on the right side of the stairs that is lit, but the door is not closed.

Zhou Cheng didn't go to see it, but he also guessed that it should be the man's study, and he is working in it now.

He stood at the stairs for a while, but went back to the room at the end on the left.

After coming out of the shower, he had nothing to do, and thought that the newly learned sheet music during the day was not playing very smoothly, so he took the piano, opened the French windows, and went to the outside terrace.

The moonlight was bright, and there was no need to turn on the lights. The notes on the music score could be seen clearly. Under the moonlight, he played the piano outside.

In the study room, the computer screen is covered with dense data, and the movement of knuckles tapping on the keyboard can be heard from time to time in the room.

Suddenly, the movement of the man's hands stopped, and his eyes slowly lifted from the screen.

The room was quiet, but a melodious piano sound could be heard coming from outside the door, which was melodious and pleasant.

After listening for a while, he raised his thin lips slightly, pushed away the chair and looked for the sound of the piano.

He didn't have to look for it, he saw it as soon as he walked out the door.

Under the bright moonlight, the boy stood on the empty terrace with his back to the corridor, pulling the bow intently.

Maybe it's because he is not very proficient in the piano score, or the tune of the piano score is too difficult for him at this stage, the tune is always intermittent, and sometimes he has to stop and adjust.

Although the temperature outside has risen compared to the previous few days, it is approaching winter, and the temperature will not be much higher no matter how high it is.

But the boy was so focused that he didn't notice it even after he stood behind for a long time.

He Xiao clasped his arms around his chest, and leaned against the stone pillar. His handsome and three-dimensional features were set against the light of the moon, and the tenderness on his face was like a dream.

He didn't walk over until Zhou Cheng finally felt that the temperature outside was too low for the dexterity of his fingers and stopped playing.

Zhou Cheng was about to go back to the room with the piano in hand, when he turned around, he was startled by the sudden appearance of a black shadow in front of him.

After seeing that it was a man, he breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was still beating hard, "Why do you walk without making a sound?"

He Xiao didn't answer, and stretched out his hand to hold his hand that wasn't holding the piano, and it really felt cold.

He frowned slightly, "Why don't you practice in the room?"

The temperature in the man's palm burned the back of his hand like a piece of iron. Zhou Cheng struggled twice, but he didn't break free. He glanced at the man's face cautiously, "Aren't you working?"

Although there is a corridor, the room is just an ordinary room and has not been soundproofed, so the sound of the piano will definitely pass through.

There is a distance between the terrace and the study room, and the place is open. I thought it would not disturb him, but he still heard it.

Indeed, if it is an ordinary person, with that kind of decibel volume and highly focused on work, they will basically ignore it.

But He Xiao stopped what he was doing right away, just because he was familiar with the sound of the piano.

He likes the way he plays the violin, and he can recognize his violin sound naturally.

Zhou Cheng was led into the bedroom by the man, he didn't do anything after he went in, he let go of his hand and found his clothes to take a shower.

Zhou Cheng rubbed his frozen hands, sat on the bed and felt a little bored, listening to the sound of water flowing in the bathroom, he felt a little nervous for no reason.

He knew that the man wouldn't do anything to him within a month, but every time he was in this kind of atmosphere, he couldn't let himself relax.

After lying on the bed for a while, he forced himself to fall asleep quickly, and when he fell asleep, he didn't have to think about anything.

When He Xiao came out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe, only a floor lamp by the bed was left on in the room, and only a silhouette appeared on the side of the big bed under the dim light.

He chuckled and walked over.

Zhou Cheng hugged the quilt, facing the window, his consciousness was extremely clear, and he didn't feel sleepy at all. Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching behind him step by step, his eyes closed tightly in resignation.

He Xiao paused by the bed for a while, then bent on the bed, the mattress made a "creak" sound, and sank into a piece under his weight.

Zhou Cheng clearly felt that the quilt behind him was lifted, and a gust of cold wind was brought in, which happened to blow on the part of his waist that was exposed because of the wrong sleeping position.

Then he was picked up by the man.

"I want to know that you pretend to be asleep every time, because you think I really can't do anything to you?" The man's low and hoarse voice was close to his ear, and the warm breath was blowing on his face as he spoke. on the ears.

Zhou Cheng only felt that his voice was carrying an electric current, and the place touched by his lips felt a numb itching, and then spread throughout his body with the blood, making his nerve endings almost curl up.

His face burned instantly, he bit his lip, his face was so red that it was about to bleed, he stumbled and shouted, "You...let go!"