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"Fuck! I fucking forgot!"

Cen Boyan got off the bed lightly, put on a single shirt, went to the balcony in the dark, and called Xuan Zhao.

At that time, he and Cen Jingxiang were unhappy because of the surname change, and he and Xuan Zhao were having an awkward fight, so Cen Baiyan was upset and irritable, so naturally he forgot the pen completely.

"You." Xuan Zhao's helpless voice came from the receiver, "Your father should be angry with you."

Cen Baiyan felt refreshed when he heard his voice, and leaned lazily by the window: "He won't be angry with me."

"Really?" Xuan Zhao paused, and then said, "Then you two have a really good relationship."

"...Not really." Cen Baiyan didn't know how to describe his chaotic family relationship, so he simply evaded it, "Let's just do it like that."

Ever since Cen Baiyan was young, Wan Qianshan had never gotten angry with him or blushed.Wan Qianshan is a young master who treats him well and provides him with rich clothes and fine food. He has never treated him harshly in terms of food and clothing, and has taught him the truth and taught him how to behave. .

It's good, but it's not the kind of good between father and son.

Wan Qianshan and Cen Qing are not the same, Wan Qianshan will naturally joke with Cen Qing, Cen Qing fell in love in junior high school, Wan Qianshan was furious, confiscated her skirt, ordered her to cut her hair short, cried, made noise, Misunderstandings and disputes are the real family.

"Tomorrow, let's go to send the courier together," Xuan Zhao said, "I happen to have something to send too."

"Okay," Cen Baiyan responded immediately, and immediately teased, "You don't want to take this opportunity to meet me, do you?"

"No," Xuan Zhao's voice was gentler and calmer than the night, "I don't need an 'opportunity' to meet you, but I do."

There was a slight pause in his voice, and Cen Baiyan had no patience at all. He couldn't wait for half a second to ask: "Really what?"

Xuan Zhao smiled lightly, and then said, "I miss you, I want to see you."

Two soft little paws scratched and scratched at his heart, Cen Baiyan let out a breath, and a deep laughter came out of his throat: "I miss you, I miss you too, it's very special."

Harbor University fell into a deep sleep in the early morning of winter. Looking out from the balcony window, there were endless street lights on both sides of the trail. It had been raining for half a month without knowing when it would stop, but the sky was still gloomy, without moonlight or stars.

Cen Baiyan leaned against the window, looked up at the dark night sky, and imagined what Xuanzhao would look like now——

The cripple was probably lying under the quilt, he might be lying on his side, or he might be lying on his stomach, the small scar at the corner of his mouth smiled into a shallow dimple.

Thinking of this, Cen Boyan felt an ironing feeling in his heart, as if his heart had sunk into one piece according to the mold of Xuanzhao, and a Xuanzhao was just stuffed in, and there was no space left to squeeze out. .

The phone on his lips was even closer, as if he was sticking to Xuan Zhao's ear and saying, "Where are you?"

"At home." Xuan Zhao replied.

Cen Baiyan asked again: "Where is your home?"

Xuan Zhao seemed to stretch himself, and sighed comfortably: "On the bed."

As expected, he was huddled under the blanket, Cen Baiyan rubbed his Adam's apple unconsciously, and asked again: "What posture?"

"." Xuan Zhao sighed, and joked helplessly, "Cen Boyan, is falling in love with me so boring? You have nothing to say to this level?"

"Fuck! What the hell are you lame and blind?" Cen Baiyan gently rubbed his itchy throat with his fingertips, and directed through the phone, "Lie down against the wall."

"Why?" Xuan Zhao asked.

"Move first." Cen Baiyan urged.

Sure enough, there was a "rustle" sound of clothes rubbing against Xuanzhao's side. After a while, he said, "It's against the wall."

Cen Baiyan was very satisfied, and continued to give orders: "Move out again."

Xuan Zhao was silent for two seconds, feeling that Cen Baiyan was looking for something to do, so he said, "If there is nothing to do, I will hang up."

"Damn! How dare you!" Cen Baiyan said, "I want you to move around more, to keep you warm."

"." Xuan Zhao's excellent self-restraint kept him from swearing. He thought about his words and asked with concern, "Bo Yan, you shouldn't have gone to the hospital last time when you had a fever, but now you have sequelae."

"What sequelae?" Cen Baiyan reacted for two seconds, then "hissed" and gritted his rear molars viciously: "You fucking said I burned out my brain, right?"

Xuan Zhao asked calmly, "Isn't this obvious?"

Cen Baiyan had nothing to refute, and coughed resentfully.

The two of them clutched their phones and fell silent at both ends of the screen.

After a while, Cen Baiyan finally couldn't hold back anymore, and he laughed in a low voice first, followed by Xuan Zhao.

"Go to sleep," Xuan Zhao said, "It's late, I'm sleepy."

"Little vase, it's really useless," Cen Baiyan said reluctantly, "I'm sleepy after just a few words."

He was moaning on the other side, Xuan Zhao raised his hand and pinched the center of his brows, and said with connivance in a helpless tone: "Bo Yan, don't act like a baby."

"Who is acting like a baby? Can I act like a baby with you, a cripple?" Cen Baiyan still didn't admit it. He lowered his voice, "Then go to sleep, and send the courier together tomorrow."

"Okay, see you tomorrow." Xuan Zhao said with a smile.

After hanging up the phone, Cen Baiyan was still reluctant to go back to the room, the phone screen went dark, revealing a face with a silly smile.

Strange, how could it feel like this to be with Xuan Zhao?

Cen Baiyan pursed his lips, feeling satisfied, but also felt that it was far from enough. After confirming his relationship with Xuan Zhao, he realized that his desire for Xuan Zhao was far more than that.

What is the little lame doing?Are the lights out?Did you close your eyes?are you asleep?Are you dreaming?

Cen Baiyan rubbed his hot cheeks, just when a biting cold wind blew, he shivered and ran back to the house with his shoulders shrunk.

Cen Baiyan guessed wrong.

Xuan Zhao was not rolled up in bed, nor did he have the slightest sleepiness on his face, he was sitting by the desk, his pale and calm side profile was outlined by the light of the desk lamp.

He was playing with a pen in his hand, and he was thinking about something with downcast eyes.

What he didn't tell Cen Baiyan was that after decades of optimization and iteration, this classic model of the Fit fountain pen has embedded a recording function.

The one that Cen Baiyan bought under his guidance was a regular model, while the one in his hand was the latest generation voice model.

"I miss you, I miss you too, it's very special."

"Lie down against the wall."

"I'm asking you to move more and keep warm."

"Little vase, it's really useless, I'm sleepy after just a few words."

Every word and every sentence of the call just now was recorded. Even if the sound quality is not very good, it can't hide the joy in Cen Bo's voice.

Anyone can tell that Cen Baiyan likes him and loves him.

This is only the first day of their relationship, but Xuan Zhao has already felt inexplicable panic.

Obviously he was the one who lured Cen Baiyan every step of the way, but now Cen Baiyan took the bait as he wished, but Xuan Zhao was flustered, and for the first time in his life thought of retreating.

——What am I afraid of?

The pocket electronic screen that comes with the pen prompts that the recording file has been generated and whether to save it.

Xuan Zhao's eyelashes drooped, and his lips were pursed into a straight line.

Just save it and send it.

His index finger moved to the "yes" on the screen, his fingertips trembled slightly, and then he closed his eyes heavily, but finally did not press down.

He clearly knew that now was not the most suitable time, and this level alone was far from enough to destroy that family.

But his rationality and planning are shaking, and this recording just proves that he has softened his heart. Hearing Cen Baiyan's deep laughter, Xuanzhao thought for a moment that he was really going to drag him into the water?

Perhaps it was right to cut off the line between him and Cen Baiyan earlier, he was worried that if he continued to entangle with Cen Baiyan...

——Xuan Zhao, what are you afraid of?

——You chose to take the route of Cen Baiyan at the beginning, and you only took the first step after trying your best. Now you are in a hurry to send things out. Are you afraid?You regret it, don't you?

——How rational, prudent, and meticulous are you?You obviously still have a longer line to receive, have you given up because of Cen Baiyan?

No, absolutely not.

Xuan Zhao's eyes moved slightly, his cold face was expressionless, as if the struggle just now was just an illusion.

I can get away, I can get away with it.

He repeated silently in his heart, trying to convince himself through this primitive and clumsy way.

In the end, Xuan Zhao deleted the recording file, took a deep breath, leaned back on the back of the chair, and then raised his hand to cover his eyes.

Because he is the one manipulating the chessboard, he can never be soft-hearted because of a chess piece.

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The duplicity of the little fox and the big dog in love, Wuhu!