Don't guess what pretty boy is thinking

Blueprint found a comic called "Magic Cake Shop" deep in the local disk.

After turning down a few pages, he felt that the scenes in the cartoon looked familiar.Although all dessert houses and coffee shops are estimated to be similar in size, the glass wall, the bookcase in the corner, and the hard shell menu with a big "menu" written on the cover are similar to the ABOcafe opened in the school by Yan Zhongxi. It's so similar!

What is more eye-catching is the male lead, it should be the male lead, with wide shoulders, narrow waist, long legs and hips, slightly curly light-colored long hair tied behind his head, and the collar of his uniform opened in a V shape to below his chest.

——Isn’t this Yan Zhongxi himself?

"Where is this cartoon drawn?" He couldn't help asking.

"What comic?"

"Magic confectionery shop."

Just after talking about the blueprint, I heard the sound of something falling to the ground. Looking back, I saw that the towel in Yan Zhongxi's hand had fallen to the ground.

"What's the matter with you" was stuffed in his mouth and he didn't say it, because the other party's smile froze on his face, and his eyes became embarrassing and flustered visibly.Blueprint had never seen such an out-of-control expression on this face.

In the next second, Yan Zhongxi walked quickly to the side of the coffee table and "snapped" the notebook cover, and his palm with dry flour printed a white handprint on the black protective case.

"Don't flip around."

The voice was very soft, and didn't contain much blame, but Blueprint could tell that he was trying to restrain himself.Rather than restraining anger, it is more like restraining the urge to be angry and flustered.

Obviously, no matter what the meaning of this cartoon is, the other party doesn't want him to know. If this is the case, he has no right to know, and he doesn't want to know.

Everyone has secrets.

An unexpected episode made the air in the living room heavy.

Not in the mood to pick resources anymore, Blueprint said he wanted to watch TV for a while, and Yan Zhongxi picked up the towel that fell on the floor and went back to the kitchen to continue tinkering with cake molds.

There are no good TV shows at this point. After pressing the remote control for a long time, I finally found a show that played nostalgic golden songs. Andy Lau and Jacky Cheung came out to save the scene one after another.It wasn't until half an hour later that the cake was out of the oven and the two sat face to face at the dining table having afternoon tea that the air pressure slowly recovered.

"Let's go in half an hour, you put me down first and then go to the supermarket, and contact me when you finish shopping."

"It may take me a while, at least half an hour."

"Slow down, don't rush, I'll wait until you arrive before coming down."

"Would you like me to look nicer?"

"what?"

"In case I meet your ex, I can't embarrass you in shame."

"If you want to be ashamed, you won't be ashamed..." Lan Tu couldn't laugh or cry, "Don't worry, you will look the prettiest in whatever you wear."

——It is also the prettiest to wear nothing.

"Then I'll wear sportswear. It's a bit bloated but comfortable."

"It's up to you."

After drinking afternoon tea, Tani Zhongxi began to wash his face, comb his hair, braid his hair, and put on clothes.

While washing the dishes, Lan Tu looked at him in the mirror, swapping two baseball caps and putting them on his head. He felt as if he had not found a number 1, but a girlfriend—a girlfriend.

Twenty minutes later, when he finally got into the Porsche, he was about to yawn, but Yan Zhongxi was full of energy, and revealed to him the ingredients to be used in the evening along the way.

After passing by the opposite side of the kingdom, he stopped and put down the blueprint. The latter looked at his watch, carried the bag containing the photos, and went upstairs across the road.

At 55:[-], regular customers have come to the store to order wine, but they are not allowed to enter the venue, so they can only sit in the rest area and chat with friends or staff.

Lantu came to the A3 area, looked around and did not see Yao Wenhui, so he sat on the sofa and took out his mobile phone to send him a WeChat message.

There is already someone sitting on the other side of the sofa, a young blue card, casual wear and a sports watch, at first glance, it is hard to tell whether it is a working party or a student.

I just sighed in my heart, "It's nice to be young", when suddenly a red card popped out of nowhere and sat down between him and the blue card and started to exchange greetings. While talking, two more red cards joined in, and the four of them stood two times. Sitting around the edge of the sofa.Blueprint felt that he had become a demon-like existence, so he took the bag and changed to a sofa in a very sensible way.

The message was sent, but Yao Wenhui did not reply.

Lantu shook his legs anxiously, suspecting that the other party was trying to trick him again, thinking that if you let me go again this time, I will delete you when I go back, and don’t even want the photos.

After another half a minute, someone suddenly came around from behind the sofa and stood in front of him. He didn't sit down, but just stood.Lan Tu looked up, he was a young man with a cut head and drooping eyes.

"Are you the blueprint?"

The author says:

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