Don't guess what pretty boy is thinking

This tea gave Blueprint a little indigestion.

He racked his brains to find an opportunity to explain the matter of An Mobad, but the description became darker and darker.The other party seems to think that he is a number zero who lives apart from the male ticket and lives in a dull and empty heart, and he is desperate for face.

The blueprints that have been engaged in base for many years have never received such treatment.In the past, even if he sincerely expressed his desire to be number zero, people around him still regarded him as number one. Now he is suddenly asked to prove that he is not number zero, and his mind goes blank.

——Damn it, do I have to have sex with someone else to prove that I don't need an amp?But I have sworn to God that I will not do 1 within three years!By the way, is this guy 1 or 0?He'd better give me 1, change a massage stick to 1, my face is not in vain!

Since the other party didn't raise any doubts on the surface, even if Lantu knew that he didn't believe it in his heart, he couldn't say much, so the topic came to an abrupt end.

If you don’t talk about this, you have to talk about something else, so he asked about the baking class mentioned earlier.

"Is there a baking class near here?"

"No, I invite the master to come and teach at home."

"There is also a tutor here? Where can I find it?"

"The pastry chef in a five-star hotel can come to the door if you give enough money."

—Oh, I forgot you are rich.

Lantu raised his eyebrows, suddenly curious about the other party's family background.The income from a mere coffee shop must not be able to cover such a large daily expenses, but as far as the rich second generation he knows, none of them live as leisurely or fresh as Yan Zhongxi.

A coffee shop with mediocre taste but endless comic books opened in the school, no matter how you think about it, it doesn't match the identity of the rich second generation.How on earth did he live the life he is now?

"Do your parents support you in opening a coffee shop?" Blueprint strained the last cup of tea, trying not to sound serious.

Gu Zhongxi didn't mind talking about family affairs with him: "It's okay, if posting money is considered support."

"What, lost money?"

"It's true that you don't lose money, but you don't make money either. What you earn in half a year is not as much as a month's living expenses."

"Really rich, is your family in business?"

"Yes, I was almost arrested last year and went back to inherit the family business. If I hadn't firmly opposed it, my family would have gone bankrupt by now."

"……puff!"

Blueprint was amused, and turned his head to look. The other party was holding an empty porcelain cup and waiting for the next pot of tea.

"What are you laughing at? I'm really not that material."

"Then what do you know?"

"I'm a piece of crap."

Lan Tu keenly caught a trace of strangeness from these words, paused in his heart, and skipped the topic without changing his face: "Do you still drink it? If you drink it, I'll change it to tea."

"In exchange for what?" Gu Zhongxi was indeed attracted, "What else is there for tea?"

"Do you want to drink black tea?"

"Isn't black tea only for weight loss? I don't need to lose weight."

"Then drink green tea." Lan Tu didn't bother to talk to him about science, got up and went to the kitchen to fill the pot of water again, and when he came back, he found that the bag of prince biscuits had been eaten and there was only an empty shell left.

"You like sweets so much?"

"It's not very sweet."

Lantu noncommittally threw the empty bag into the trash can, and took out a new bag from under the coffee table: "You can eat sweets so you're not afraid of getting fat?"

"I'm exercising every day, and it's exhausted just by moving." Gu Zhongxi grabbed the biscuit, glanced at it and put it down again, "This is not delicious, do you still have the one just now?"

Blueprint had no choice but to take out the storage box and looked through it again, and there was just a bag of strawberry-flavored prince biscuits left: "Do you really want to eat prince biscuits?"

——If you eat it, can you become a real prince or what?

Gu Zhongxi sat at Lantu's house until the evening, and ate two whole packs of prince biscuits and a box of Master Kong's chocolate puffs. He patted the crumbs on his hands until Lantu was too tired to make tea, and said, "Teacher Lan, Why don't you open a tea house?"

"I have no money, I have to go to work."

"Opening a tea house is also work."

Lan Tu packed up the tea set and ignored him, thinking that rich people are just naive, thinking that everyone like him regards opening a shop as entertainment?

Yan Zhongxi didn't continue this topic, and raised his knees and nestled into the sofa in a half-lying position.

"What are you doing? Go to bed when you're full?" Lantu stood up with the tea tray in his hand, aiming at his lap intentionally or unintentionally.

"It's a little sleepy."

"Go home and go to sleep, I have to go out later."

"Are you staying overnight without going out?"

"What's the use of keeping you?"

Yan Zhongxi didn't know whether he was drunk from drinking tea or was really sleepy. He lay down on the mat, with one hand hanging down, and the bracelet on his wrist made a crisp sound when it touched the floor.

Lantu came out of the kitchen and saw a golden head pillowed on the sofa from a distance, and for some reason, a warm current surged in his heart.

Since he broke up with his ex, no one has stepped into this house. The life without oil fumes is indeed a bit lonely for him who is alone in a foreign land.But if you start a new relationship casually and impulsively, there is no guarantee that it will not end hastily because of the same problem.

Some people may think that the relationship is not so important as long as the relationship is in place, but think about it from another angle, if the needs on the bed cannot be met, how can we ensure the balance off the bed?

It's all 0.5, but in fact for so many years, Blueprint has been using its half close to 1 to satisfy the other half close to 0, and it will be ground to 0.1 in the long run.

——What’s the heartbeat, maybe it’ll be cold when you go to bed, don’t act rashly before you figure out the model!

Gu Zhongxi lay motionless on the sofa, as if he had just fallen asleep, Lantu walked over and patted him on the shoulder unceremoniously: "Wake up, I really have to go out."

"Going out? Where are you going?"

"To meet friends."

"Boy friend?"

"I said it's a different place, how do you see me?"

The amber eyes looked up without blinking, and it took three or four seconds for them to slowly focus.Gu Zhongxi rolled over and sat up as if waking up from sleep, covered her cheeks with her hands and patted her cheeks twice.

"Then I'm going back, Teacher Lan... Come to my house if you have time!"

Lan Tu looked down at the golden brown braids that had been crushed, and only after a while did he say "hmm" vaguely.

When they looked at each other just now, he couldn't read the voice-over from each other's eyes.Maybe it's because the sleepy person's thinking is slow, or maybe he sees God in those eyes.