stupid beauty

When Xu Boyan said this, he looked at Pei Xun wrongly.

Those pupils were like a pair of obsidian stones, deep and black, with a hint of a smile in them, which was hard to distinguish seriousness and playfulness.

Pei Xun couldn't tell whether he was serious or joking, but he was slightly shocked by the word "wife".

After two seconds, Pei Xun came back to his senses: "Who will be your wife."

Xu Boyan said casually, "Who cares about me."

"I don't want it." Pei Xun didn't want to put the "hot potato" back into his hand.

It is impossible to be a wife, even in this life.

……

Xu Boyan didn't leave in a hurry, but stayed and watched a movie with Pei Xun for a while, until halfway through, the phone in his pocket rang.

He took it out, connected it, and Ah Bai's voice came from that end.

"Old Xu," Ah Bai asked, "Where have you been? We've already arrived at the company."

The living room is quieter.

A Bai's voice came clearly to Pei Xun's ears.

Pei Xun glanced at Xu Boyan and turned down the volume on the iPad.

"It's so early." Xu Boyan said, "I'll be there later."

Abai: "Okay, we'll wait for you at the company."

hang up the phone.

Pei Xun asked, "You're leaving."

"Going to take care of something." Xu Boyan put away his phone, looked at him, and then stretched out his hand and put him in his arms: "It may take a few days, I can't come to accompany you, and it will be the Spring Festival in a while. Are you going home?"

The Spring Festival is approaching, everyone goes home separately, and there are fewer opportunities to meet each other.

"I...not sure." Pei Xun said, "You want to go back?"

The word "going home" is too unfamiliar to Pei Xun, he has already forgotten the scene of sitting at the same table with his family for dinner.

Not sure, but just to let Xu Boyan not ask him why he didn't go home.

Some facts are unspeakable.

Xu Boyan didn't see his panic, and let go of his hand: "Well, so there's a high probability that we won't see each other until next year."

Pei Xun blinked, and after a while, he said, "I'll see you next year."

The tone is relaxed and emotionless.

Xu Boyan rubbed his fluffy and soft hair, and said something good.

When you leave, take all the garbage downstairs.

He took a taxi and went directly to the company. Pei Xun walked to the windowsill, opened the curtains, watched the car disappear from sight, and then turned back to the sofa.

He picked up the iPad and continued to follow the drama.

After watching it for a few minutes, I always feel that something is missing.

The living room was quiet, as if no one had been there from the beginning to the end, and there was no trace of Xu Boyan left behind.

Pei Xun took a deep breath.

A little angry thinking: See you in the next year, see you in the next year, and I don't have to stay with you.

Furthermore, Pei Xun never thought that he needed company.

Because it has been like this for so many years.

All alone, carefree.

It has always been, always has been.

Pei Xun stared at a certain place on the coffee table, and was silent for a while.

Then he picked up his phone and started searching for listings online.

Regardless of whether we can meet each other during the Spring Festival, we must find a house.

Pei Xun has already thought of a satisfactory room type in his heart.

He wanted to find a loft of about [-] square meters for two people to live in, which was just right.

However, as Xu Boyan said, it is difficult to make an appointment with the owner to view the house during this time period.

I contacted two private listings, but they both refused to meet after the year.

Pei Xun chatted for a long time, so he could only save the suitable houses first and contact them later.

He put down his phone, pulled on his slippers, walked to the bathroom, took out the laundry and sheets from the washing machine, took out the hangers from the closet, and hung them to dry on the balcony.

After finishing everything and returning to the house, Pei Xun felt a little tired, so he got under the covers and took a nap.

Before closing his eyes, he did not forget to pick up his phone and ask Xu Boyan about the situation there.

[Little Boss: Is the contract termination smooth? 】

Pei Xun heard that he would need to pay a large amount of liquidated damages to terminate the contract, and some companies would even argue without a bottom line.

Xu Boyan replied in seconds: [The process is cumbersome, but this is a normal termination of the contract, it's very simple. 】

Pei Xun pursed his lips and typed with one hand: [Don't worry about that, I'll take care of you when the time comes. 】

Seeing the news, Xu Boyan couldn't help laughing, and suddenly felt the beauty of Chinese.

Then, reply OK.

……

Sunny terminated the contract with IN Media.

Two days later, it was published.

On the day the official Weibo issued the statement, Sunny fans suddenly fell into a carnival, retweeting and cheering one after another.

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh the whole world celebrates. 】

[The contract is finally terminated, ten years, ten years. 】

【well!How should I put it, the rubbish of IN really squeezes artists, I am still worried about Lizi. 】

[Similarly, Lizi had a car accident a few years ago, the company lied to the outside world that Lizi was in a hospital, and he just fell into a coma, and used the sympathy of fans to sell concert tickets. Damn, after the truth came out, the rest of the team was scolded for half a year, Said they eat human blood steamed buns. 】

[It’s just that Heizi has the rhythm. Brother Xu didn’t attend any activities back then, so Lun Gang is still our lead singer. 】

[IN trash is not a day or two, I even think that IN agreed to terminate the contract so easily because of my brother's vocal cords... Fuck, speaking of this, I live in Bengbu. 】

[In short, IN is garbage. 】

……

When Pei Xun saw this statement, he was having lunch at a restaurant outside.

In winter, the wind is cold and windy. He is wearing a down jacket and a woolen hat, drinking soup to warm his stomach while swiping his phone.

The restaurant was deserted.

There were only a few people sitting there, and three girls sat on the table next to them, also discussing Sunny's termination of the contract.

In the past two days, Pei Xun and Xu Boyan had less contact.

The news is all from the Internet.

Hearing the discussion at the table, Pei Xun recognized that it was a fan.

One of the girls also liked Xu Boyan very much. When she spoke, her tone and expression were full of deep admiration.

"I'm his personal loyalist. Anyway, when I look for a boyfriend in the future, I will look for someone like Xu Boyan."

"I like Lee Joon better, I think he is so cool."

"It's okay, Li Zhunhui's Xu Boyan will be, Xu Boyan's Li Zhun will not, Xu Boyan looks like I would look for a boyfriend, I really like his face so much."

Hearing this, Pei Xun took a sip of soup.

In my heart, I said: I like it and it can't be yours, hum.

After eating, leave the restaurant.

The streets are sparsely populated and the leaves are withered.Because the Spring Festival is coming, shops and supermarkets are almost closed for holiday.

Pei Xun buried his head while sending messages while walking.

He told Xu Boyan verbatim what he had just heard in the restaurant.

Xu Boyan was probably busy, so it took more than ten minutes to reply.

[Charon: Are you eating out? 】

Pei Xun didn't even think about it: [Yes, I also met your fans. 】

[Charon: You didn't go home? 】

"..." Pei Xun was startled.

I didn't expect to expose myself all at once.

Just thinking about how to quibble, the video over there popped up.

Pei Xun hesitated for two seconds and clicked to answer.

The camera was turned on, and the man appeared on the screen.

Xu Boyan should be at home, wearing a simple sweater, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, with broken hair on his forehead, sitting on the sofa, with an extremely gentle demeanor.

When Pei Xun looked at Xu Boyan, the latter also looked at him.

Xu Boyan looked at him, and asked softly, "Still on the street?"

Pei Xun: "I'm out to eat."

Xu Boyan: "Don't you say you want to go home?"

Just because he thought about Pei Xun saying that he was going home during the Spring Festival, Xu Boyan thought about meeting after the Spring Festival.

But I didn't expect that I seemed to be cheated.

The child's cheeks were snow-white from the cold wind, the hair on his forehead was disheveled, and mist came out of his mouth when he spoke.

The softest part of Xu Boyan's heart collapsed.

He didn't know why Pei Xun lied to him, and he didn't want to ask more.After all, if you ask, you may not tell.

Just like now, when Pei Xun's lie was exposed, his eyes rolled unconsciously.

This is a small act of his guilty conscience, and he may not have noticed it himself.

"That... I think I'll be back in two days."

Two more days?

Xu Boyan smiled: "The first day of the Lunar New Year will be in two days."

Pei Xun was silent.

"Do you want to open my house?" Xu Boyan suddenly issued an invitation.

Pei Xun let out a sigh and blinked: "Now."

Xu Boyan: "Well, my parents may not come back this year, I'm the only one at home, and..."

After a pause, Xu Boyan smiled: "The little boss spends money for me, I can't just take the money and not do things."

This means something.

Pei Xun naturally understood the meaning behind the words, and said softly, "It was you who said that we would meet after the Spring Festival."

"Then do you want me to pick you up now?" After Xu Boyan asked, he expressed his thoughts without hesitation: "I want to come with you for the second time."

The words are straightforward, the voice is slightly deep, and it seems that you can feel the sultry breath across the screen.

Probably because he didn't expect Xu Boyan to say it so directly, Pei Xun was startled, and quickly looked around, seeing no one, immediately relieved and reminded: "I'm outside."

Xu Boyan smiled and asked again: "So do you want me to pick you up?"

Pei Xun hesitated, and after a long while, he squeezed out a word with red ears: "...Yes."

The author has something to say: A man who has eaten meat.However, this is where the beast begins.