heartbeat out of control

The car was driving very fast on the high speed, and the hair blown by the wind felt a little painful on the face, Yu Xuan lowered his head a little, and pressed his forehead against Xiao Le's back.

Xiao Le has a faint smell of coffee, a faint smell of woody men's perfume, mixed with an inexplicable clear smell, it is Xiao Le's smell, every time Yu Xuan gets close to him, he can smell it, it smells very good.

"Brother, do you have a boyfriend now?" Yu Xuan shouted in Xiao Le's ear.

"No."

No?Broke up with Jiang Ning?Still didn't promise Jiang Ning?Yu Xuan continued to shout: "Then do you have someone you like? The kind you can't love..."

"What does it have to do with you?"

Yu Xuan rolled his eyelids, his temper is really bad...

If Xiao Le's depression is due to a broken relationship, it must be because of his bad temper. No one can bear his bad temper.From childhood to adulthood.

Yu Xuan was thinking wildly, the car turned off the highway, the speed slowed down, and the wind was not so strong.

He poked his head out from the human-shaped windshield, loosened his hand a little, and put it casually on Xiao Le's waist.

Xiao Le's cell phone was already ringing all the way in his pocket, maybe someone was looking for him urgently, he said to Yu Xuan, "Help me answer the call, the cell phone is in the pocket of his trousers."

"Okay." Yu Xuan reached into his left trouser pocket and groped for a long time, but Xiao Le said helplessly, "The right side."

Yu Xuan let out an "oh", took out his mobile phone from his right pocket, and the caller ID: Empress Dowager.

Yu Xuan put one hand on Xiao Le's shoulder, put the phone on the loudspeaker and held it close to his ear so that he could hear it more clearly.

Chen Yalan's anxious voice came from the phone: "Son, why don't you always answer the phone?"

Xiao Le: "I'm driving, what's wrong with you?"

Chen Yalan was actually nothing serious, she had a bad dream and felt uneasy, so she called back to confirm, and Xiao Le comforted her with a few words to reassure her.

Before hanging up the phone, Chen Yalan said, "I'm going back to China next month, and I want to buy a birthday present for Yu Xuan, what would you like to buy?"

Xiao Le coughed twice and said, "He's at the side, you can ask him yourself."

"Oh, it's great that you two brothers finally reconciled." Chen Yalan was delighted to hear it. She had been a peacemaker for so many years.

"Xuanxuan..."

Yu Xuan was still immersed in the warm conversation between their mother and son, but he didn't expect that the topic would suddenly turn to him, and he replied in a panic: "Chen, Aunt Chen..."

Although he had a falling out with Xiao Le, every year on his birthday, he would receive carefully selected gifts from Chen Yalan, and Chen Yalan would call him from time to time to ask him about his health.He didn't experience maternal love much, so even though he hated Xiao Le before, he couldn't hate his mother at all.

It wasn't until the restaurant sat down to order that Chen Yalan reluctantly hung up the phone.

Yu Xuan embarrassedly returned the hot cell phone to Xiao Le. The phone call took Xiao Le less than 3 minutes, and he chatted for almost 10 minutes.

Those who didn't know thought he was his own.

Xiao Le knew about Chen Yalan's connection with Yu Xuan. Every time his mother received a gift from Yu Xuan, she would read it happily for several days. However, he was surprised that Yu Xuan had the patience to chat with his mother for so long. .It sounds quite congenial.

This is a small private restaurant opened by an acquaintance. The ingredients are freshly picked that day. The owner is good at cooking all kinds of fish. Their fish head tofu soup is the most famous.

Xiao Le often came, but rarely brought anyone.

So much so that the boss and the proprietress misunderstood Yu Xuan when they saw it, and cheerfully gave them a pot of Luocheng Xicha made with super-grade Tieguanyin. The tea was filled with lotus seeds and lilies. Get married and have a good marriage for a hundred years.

Yu Xuan was from Los Angeles, but he didn't understand this custom at all, thought it was an ordinary health tea, and said "thank you" to the boss.

Xiao Le understood, but he was too lazy to explain in one fell swoop. He calmly ordered two dishes and handed the menu to Yu Xuan: "See what you like to eat."

"You order, I have the same taste as you." Yu Xuan smiled at him, his eyes were crooked like the moon, and there were stars twinkling in the moon.

Xiao Le narrowed his eyes and looked at Yu Xuan, why did this little crying bag suddenly change his sex?Even if you want to reconcile, it's not enough.

After the fish head soup was served, before Xiao Le reached out, Yu Xuan stood up quickly and said, "I'll do it, I'll do it."

He took a spoon to help Xiao Le scoop up half a bowl of soup, picked a piece of fish that looked the most fleshy and least thorny, and added two pieces of soft tofu, and put it in front of Xiao Le, "It looks delicious, how about you?" Eat something, be careful of the thorns."

If there is nothing to be courteous about, there must be demons when things go wrong.

"What happened?" Xiao Le asked him scrutinizingly.

Yu Xuan blinked her beautiful and innocent eyes, "It's all right."

Xiao Le raised his chin slightly and frowned to look at him.

Yu Xuan put another chopsticks on Xiao Le's plate and stir-fried water spinach, and made up a reason: "I want to go to your company for an internship, brother, can you let me go through the back door?"

Xiao Le coughed softly, and he gave Yu Xuan a bowl of soup, and said, "Then the person you should please is Xu Fangjing? He has the final say in the illustration department."

Yu Xuan took the bowl and said "thank you", "I want to join the design department."

Xiao Le didn't believe his nonsense, "Do you like design?"

Yu Xuan answered very confidently: "I like it." In fact, I prefer illustrations.

Xiao Le looked at him with deep eyes for a while, and asked with the attitude of an interviewer, "What do you know?"

Yu Xuan looked at him for a while, then looked away under pressure, Xiao Le's expression was very stern when he was not smiling, there was a sharpness in his dark pupils, and he was not angry.

He silently poured another cup of tea for Xiao Le, and said vaguely: "I don't know anything, if I know it, I don't need to go through the back door."

This sentence is true. As a person who is hovering on the passing line, he really dare not say what he has learned in the past two years, and he will reveal his truth if he asks casually.

Xiao Le: "..."

After eating, Yu Xuan bought two servings of original ice cream at a nearby ice cream shop and gave Xiao Le a box.

Chang'an Street at night is more lively than during the day, there are quite a lot of people on the street, Chang'an people are not so particular, and it is common to walk and eat on the street, but Xiao Le does not have this habit.

Seeing that Xiao Le refused to eat, Yu Xuan stopped and handed him his own ice cream, "Brother, help me get some."

Xiao Le didn't know what he was going to do again, so he had to take it.

Yu Xuan opened the lid of the ice cream, dug a spoonful out of it and handed it to Xiao Le, trying to persuade him: "I know you don't like sweets, but this is ice cream, it's different, you have a taste, it's delicious."

Xiao Le tilted his head back slightly but he didn't escape, so he was forced to take a bite. Yu Xuan continued to feed him a few big spoonfuls, and the small box of ice cream was half empty.

Yu Xuan was very satisfied, and dug another spoonful and sent it over: "How about it, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

"..."

Xiao Le stared at the man who said "sweets can make people feel better" while feeding him, the dim street lamps set off what could be called a gentle smile on Yu Xuan's face, the thorns all over his body were gone, and the corners of his mouth were stained with milky white ice cream The little crying bag is still very cute.

He felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction in his heart.

So he made a move that surprised even himself—stretched out his hand and used his thumb to wipe off the ice cream from the corner of his mouth.

Sure enough, the little crying bag stayed for a few seconds, blushed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and stopped feeding him.