as long as you love

In fact, apart from the boldly stealing kiss on the night of the meteor shower and the nose-to-nose kiss that the two agreed on that night, this is the first time that Hua Xiaoqi has truly touched lips with a Chinese Confucian.

Obviously he kept saying that he likes the other person, but just this point of contact, the boiling blood in the heart rushed to the limbs and bones in an instant, making people's spiritual consciousness chaotic and unable to think.

There seems to be a little sweetness of the pumpkin porridge I just bought on the tip of my tongue.Hua Xiaoqi was even more dizzy.

God, who will save him.I can't breathe

Fortunately, Hua Yuru let go of him in time, seeing his youthful reaction with a bright smile and pampering in his eyes.

He only pressed his forehead lightly against him, and asked in a charming voice, "Why do you like me?"

"Because you are an older brother..." Hua Xiaoqi panted lightly in a hurry to resist the oppressive feeling from the other party.

"You know that's not what I'm asking." The young man was still relentless and pressed on with the question.

No one noticed that the originally calm and self-sufficient heart has gradually deviated from the existing track, becoming a little greedy, a little green and unpredictable.

Hua Xiaoqi was stunned, not knowing what to say.Fortunately, Huayuru didn't make things difficult for him anymore, but he kissed the young man's forehead lightly with the tip of his lips, and said softly, "Sit by yourself for a while, and wait until I finish my work."

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That night, Hua Qi kept busy with Huayuru until the end of work, and halfway through, he answered a call from Mr. Lu, asking him why he didn't go to the studio today.It was only then that Hua Qi remembered that there was such a thing, and quickly apologized to Mr. Lu, and said that he would be there on time tomorrow.

After hanging up the phone, I received a look of disapproval from Huayu Confucianism.

"Did you skip class?"

A light tone, neither rising nor falling.For some reason, Hua Qi's heart trembled when he heard this, and his voice became tame and obedient: "No... I didn't leave until after school..." It's just that I just forgot about going to the studio.

Huayu Confucianism was noncommittal, and turned over another page of materials with his fingers, "Don't do this next time."

"good."

Hua Qi didn't dare to take the initiative to talk anymore, and the air became quiet.

Flipping through a few books on the coffee table, I felt dizzy after a while, so I leaned on my arm to look at someone again.

The Chinese-speaking Confucian who started to work carried a kind of indifference to strangers, which lasted for a long time, as if the ground could be frozen three feet, and the living beings would not speak.

Hua Qi likes the brother who treats him meticulously, but he also respects and admires such a brother who works meticulously and wholeheartedly, even though the distance between the two seems to be a little far away.

Fortunately, the work seems to be coming to an end. Hua Yuru quickly closed the folder with one hand, raised his head, and the expression on his face became vivid and vivid in an instant. It made people suspect that the previous indifference and coldness never existed, "Hungry No?"

What Hua Qi felt at that moment was that the cold air floating on the young man's body like a snow mountain and a cold pool melted like ice and snow, the clouds cleared and the mist dispersed, and his smile was so clear and clear like the sun peeking out from the clouds, which warmed people's hearts.

It makes people feel physically and mentally in a trance, "Huh?"

"You come here at this time, you haven't had dinner yet, have you?"

Hua Yuru stood up, walked to the hanger, changed from his formal suit to a casual one, walked up to Hua Qi, and said with a smile, "What do you want to eat?"

"Didn't you just finish eating?" Hua Qi finally realized what the other party was saying, and looked up at the clock on the wall, it was only 7 o'clock.

"Eat with you, I'm just a little hungry too. Let's go." Hua Yuru didn't allow him to refute any further, and led the people outside.

In fact, in the past ten years or so, the number of times Huayu Confucianism has taken Hua Qi out for dinner alone can be counted on the fingers. This time, such a statement shows that something has really changed.

The two walked outside, Pei Jue was still looking at the computer, and seeing the two coming out, he was a little happy: "Are you done? I just finished it not long ago, and it happened that Qiqi was here. Let's have a meal together today, and then go out to play." let's play?"

Afraid that the other party would not understand, he blinked and made a small look.

What to play is self-evident.The activities at night are nothing more than bars, dancing, disco, karaoke, and some underground racetrack events and racetrack competitions.

Those places are full of smog, mixed with people from various religions and nine streams, and each small circle has its own background and connections, and it is not acquaintances who cannot integrate into those circles.It is also a place for their recreation and social interaction on weekdays.

But today Qiqi was here, and the Chinese Confucian turned his head to look at the innocent young man beside him, and then at Pei Jue—how did this person think of dragging Qiqi into the water?

As long as he thinks of the temperament of a little white rabbit like a young man appearing in that kind of place, the Chinese Confucianist will feel uncomfortable, and if he feels uncomfortable, he will accidentally offend someone.

Throwing the information booklet in his hand to Pei Jue, Hua Yuru said calmly: "The data on the inner circle here needs to be reworked today, so give me the data before 11 o'clock. Go play by yourself when you are done. Mr. Pei?"

Shao Pei also has many people shouting on weekdays, but it's not the same thing when listening to Chinese Confucianism. It sounds like a local bustard calling guests by nicknames.

Pei Jue twitched his eyebrows, flipped through the documents in his hand, and said with a bitter face, "Okay, you're being cruel. —— I'm asking for overtime pay."

"Haha, okay, I'll give you [-]% of the year-end bonus."

Naturally, Pei Jue didn't care about the bonus, he just wanted to get back something to make a tie, and Huayuru naturally knew this, since the coolies were all out, it was okay to add some bonus as a consolation.

Shrugging his shoulders, Hua Yuru smiled smugly, and took Hua Qi out.

Hua Qi kept thinking about the phrase "Give me the data before 11 o'clock", walked out of the office, frowned and asked, "Are you still working at night?"

There was a smile on the corner of the Chinese Confucianist's mouth, and he didn't have the consciousness of cheating his friend at all: "I lied to him, the information is not urgent."

"Then why..."

"Just find something for him to do." Hua Yuru blinked and smiled. "—Isn't it just the two of us?"

The smile on the man's face was too warm and charming.Hua Qi's face turned red, so he stopped to start, and couldn't help looking back.That smile still didn't disappear, and the aftertaste remained on that chiseled handsome face, attracting attention.

People in the company also noticed the pair of brothers, and they all looked at each other, and those who knew their identities nodded and said hello, and those who didn't know got together and whispered together, Hua Yuru didn't respond to those eyes, and just pulled Hua Qi out. Picked up the car from the parking lot.

He was the driver himself, and wanted to invite Hua Qi to have a good meal, but Hua Qi only picked a mid-range Chinese restaurant nearby.

The Chinese Confucian was surprised: "Didn't you always like to eat Western food?"

"I want to eat Chinese food tonight." Hua Qi looked at the lights and crowds flowing outside the window, and the car window reflected the figure of the person behind him, thin and tall, looking at him probingly.

He has not forgotten that this person is an out-and-out Chinese food lover.

Although he may not be too hungry after eating so much in the afternoon, Hua Qi still wants to take his taste and preferences into consideration.Wish he could eat some more.After all, the meal he bought before could only be regarded as "brunch" - thinking of this, his heart began to throb again.

Chinese Confucianism didn't say much.Withdraw your gaze and concentrate on driving.

Although 7 and 8 o'clock are the peak of the train flow in S City, I couldn't bear the fact that the restaurant was too close, and I had to turn two traffic lights in the traffic jam all the way to arrive. It didn't take 15 minutes.

This restaurant was visited by Hua Qi and his class when they got together in the second grade of junior high school.

He has been in the United States for so many years, and his taste is a bit Western. If you give him a bowl of pasta or fried steak, he will be more accustomed to eating than white rice and stir-fried vegetables. But it’s not that he doesn’t like the taste of Chinese food. In fact, The taste of Chinese home-cooked food is very good. The Chinese are much more particular about food and have more rules than the Americans. The fast food culture is fashionable in the Americans, and they are far less serious and dedicated to eating than the Chinese.In terms of seasoning, they are not as good at cooking as the orientals and the French, and they can mobilize and develop the umami taste of the ingredients themselves.They are more creatively inventing a variety of seasoning sauces, and then eating them with fried or fried white ingredients.

Both ways of eating have their own advantages and disadvantages, it is just a matter of habit.

Hua Qi's thought of coming to the Chinese restaurant today was not in vain, because the Chinese Confucianism did use his chopsticks. Maybe it was because he was really hungry, or maybe he was afraid that Hua Qi would be lonely eating alone. In short, every dish was dipped a little bit, and he commented at the end : "This restaurant tastes good."

If it's a western restaurant, this person must have an excuse to stop ordering after eating.I am not very used to Western food, and I will spit it out if I order a medium-rare steak.

Whoosh.

Hua Qi was glad that he thought about it more.Now receiving this person's praise, my heart is even sweeter, as if my cooking has been praised—after all, he chose this place, right?

After a leisurely meal, it was past 9 o'clock. Hua Qi thought they would go home directly, but he didn't expect Hua Yuru to drive him to a strange high-end neighborhood.

The author has something to say:

This is to make up for last night, thank you for your patience.Bixin [OvO]