I fell off the horse after pretending to be Mengxin

Wei Yu was a little dazed.

His intuition told him that something was wrong,? But he really didn't want to deceive Wen Yu on such a small issue.

He pursed his lips, looked up at Wen Yu, his eyes were bright.

"Yes. My trumpet."

Hearing his reply, the surprise in Wen Yu's eyes deepened.

Wei Yu even saw a trace of joy in his eyes.

What do you mean?

Is it such a happy thing to know that he has a trumpet?

Could it be said that the rookie team has been a bitter chicken shooter for a long time, and found that the vegetable chicken has started to practice hard skills, which is worthy of celebration.

As if he had made up his mind, Wen Yu suddenly held his arm, and the heat in his hand slowly spread, making Wei Yu's heart thump.

The Adam's apple rolled, Wen Yu's beautiful amber pupils looked at him seriously, Wei Yu stared back blankly, the air seemed to freeze at this moment.

The surrounding voices are all inaudible.

All distracting thoughts in Wei Yu's mind were emptied, leaving only one thought.

Wen Yu seemed to be about to say something.

Wei Yu pricked up his ears and listened. Seeing the subtle expression changes on Wen Yu's face, he stopped breathing.

Suddenly, the door was opened.

The stagnant air began to flow again, and a young girl in a white dress pushed the door and walked in, with a delicate and beautiful face.

Many people from the student union around also noticed her and stood up to say hello.

"Sister,? You are here."

"President,? I've been waiting for you for a long time,? We've finished our meal."

"Yeah, quickly punish yourself with three cups."

"I'm sorry,? I have something to do in the morning, so I'm late." The girl had a proper smile on her face, but it didn't make people feel alienated. She was as cute and moving as the little girl next door.

She turned her head, her big eyes sparkled slightly when she saw Wei Yu.

"Wei Yu, you're here too."

Wei Yu knew her.

His neighbor, whom he only met a few times, was engaged in the industry of entertainment anchors on the Internet. He started singing all day long at night, and Wei Yu came to complain.

As a result, when she met with colleagues, Wei Yu introduced soundproof cotton to her, and she recommended Wei Yu a professional microphone with strong radio reception.

They are acquaintances, and occasionally push each other when electronic products are released.

"En." Wei Yu nodded, and was about to say something when he suddenly felt a light hand.

Wen Yu let go of his hand, stood up and looked down at him, his lips pursed into a straight line.

The phone vibrated and sent out a series of pleasant ringtones, but he didn't even look at it, he swiped the screen decisively and pressed it off, his eyes were as cold as frost.

"Senior..." Wei Yu called him subconsciously, but Wen Yu didn't seem to hear a word, turned and opened the door to leave.

In summer, the air-conditioning was isolated from the room, and the restaurant door was blocked with several transparent plastic sheets, and Wen Yu's figure quickly disappeared.

When Wei Yu chased him out, he couldn't see anything.

He stood there, bewildered.

"What's the matter?" The girl walked out of the restaurant and asked.

Wei Yu lowered his eyes, his eyelashes covering the irritability in his eyes.

He clenched his fists and said in a low voice, "It's okay, I'll go first."

"Hey, I just came here?" The girl's voice came from behind, Wei Yu didn't have any intention of talking to her, as if a fire was suppressed in his heart.

Going to the parking lot to pick up the car, Wei Yu went home directly, closed the door forcefully, rummaged through all the hidden beer and red wine.

The wine bottles and jars fell to the ground, making clanking and colliding sounds. Wei Yu turned the temperature of the air conditioner to the lowest level and turned on the stereo.

Manic rock music poured out, Wei Yu lay halfway on the sofa and opened the can.

The fire was burning hotter and hotter, he didn't know how to analyze his own psychology, let alone where the irritability that scratched his heart and lungs came from.

He really wants to drink something now.

After twelve o'clock is the rush hour for driving. On the road, big cars are crowded with small cars, and all kinds of cars are connected together like ants, making it difficult to move an inch.

Even the air is scorching hot, the air flow seems to be locked together by this humid heat, just breathing is extremely painful.

Wen Yu sat in the car, the taxi's air conditioner was turned on vigorously, and the coolness swept up from his toes.

He lowered his head and supported his head with one hand.

The moment he saw the girl, he immediately had an idea in his mind.

On the first day of adding him, what did Wei Yu say?

He likes a senior in the university. He has a gentle personality and good looks. The two have a very close relationship and will go to each other's house.

more importantly.

The other party is a woman.

When he saw Wei Yu's trumpet clearly, he naively thought that Wei Yu was talking about himself.

how can that be possible.

There are only a few people of the same sex in China. He likes a man who happens to like him too?

It's not gay, right? It's not such a coincidence to pour red wine on a rich second generation or a high school classmate or a handsome guy who has a crush on him.

Others are neighbors, and it is much more abnormal for neighbors to walk around the streets. Going to a bachelor's house in the middle of the night to drink coffee is not worth blushing and heartbeating.

The driver pressed the radio and began to play the song. What he was listening to was still pure music. The cello’s dull tone and slow tune, together with the occasional violin’s accompanying sound, were very similar to the soundtrack of a lovelorn in a movie.

Wen Yu didn't want to cry.

He just wanted to strangle Wei Yu to death.

Turning on the phone, the screen was instantly swiped by a series of WeChat messages.

Only now did he see the message Wen Yiya sent half an hour ago, and he made a phone call on the way, but he hung up directly.

Did something happen at home?

Wen Yu's bad mood became even more irritable. When he clicked on the chat, his eyes darkened the moment he saw the content clearly.

She came a step late.

He has seen the whole picture of the matter.

His eyes flicked across the "liars", the corners of Wen Yu's lips pressed down, and his fingertips landed on the phone screen.

Wei Yu actually sent a message at this time.

[Wei]: Senior, what's wrong with you?

[Wei]: Are you feeling unwell?

When he was approaching the intersection, the driver was about to ask where he was going to get off, but when he turned around, he saw the cold eyes of the young man in the back seat.

He thought Peanut was wrong before.

look.

Wei Yu is really such a flirtatious straight guy who doesn't know it. He clearly has other girls in his heart, but he still sends messages to his seniors to ask for their care.

Wen Yu directly deleted the message and switched to Wen Yiya's chat bar.

He narrowed his eyes and lowered his head, and the characters jumped out of the virtual keyboard one by one.

[Wen Yu]: You're right.

[Wen Yu]: He is indeed a liar.

[Wen Yu]: Acting skills are as bad as death, and I will fall for a liar :)

The author has something to say: Wen Yu: I really feel it, but your house collapsed (?)