Recruit boyfriend to pack room and board

"Ask you," Shen Du said.

What a fart, Si Nan thought, put his hand on Shen Du's chest and pushed it away. Under Shen Du's scorching gaze, he took out a red envelope from his pocket, then turned his hand and patted it in his arms, looking at him with raised eyebrows: " Hush money."

Shen Du was stunned for a moment, looked down at the red envelope in his arms, laughed, and waved the red envelope in front of Sinan's eyes: "Is there any lucky money?"

"Hush money," Sinan repeated, getting into the car, "so please shut up for a while."

"Why?" Shen Dule narrowed his eyes, holding a red envelope and smiling like a fool, "Is it hard to answer my question?"

"Well," Sinan laughed, "I haven't figured out how to answer it yet."

"Need to think about it," Shen Du leaned on the back of the chair, looked at him loosely, with a lingering smile on his lips, "Choose between confessing your love and finding an excuse to fool you?"

"That's great," Sinan snorted, but he was quite calm, and didn't refute, half jokingly, "How should I answer the question so directly?"

"Isn't there just two choices?" Shen Du lazily said, "Choose one."

"Choose one fart," Sinan said with a slight smile on his lips, and squinted his eyes, "Which one you choose is a confession. Tell me the difference between expressing confession and secret confession."

"No," Shen Du smiled, "unless you have a third answer."

"The third answer is no." There was one question, Sinan turned the steering wheel, parked the car on the side of the road, and tilted his head to look at him amusedly, "Why did you rent the house to me?"

"Fuck," Shen Du was dumbfounded for a moment, he didn't expect Sinan to mention this at this time, tsk, "Wait a minute, I'll think about how to answer."

"Choose between having thoughts about me or finding an excuse to fool them?" Sinan's smile deepened, and his eyes were meaningful.

Shen Du laughed, and gave Sinan a thumbs up, implying: "It's amazing, my brother."

Having said that, there is no need to ask further questions. There are only two answers. Either you have a guilty conscience and find an excuse to fool you, or you are confessing your love. It is a very simple thing. Both answers are I like you.

Shen Du's is, and Sinan's is, too.

In the small carriage, the ambiguity of knowing and knowing quietly spread, Sinan leaned back in the chair, looked at Shen Du with a smile on his lips, the dim streetlights shone in through the window, and the hazy light seemed to bring a little In the meaning of love, Shen Du tilted his head and chuckled, lit a cigarette for himself, and looked up at Sinan.

The moment the four eyes met, the atmosphere in the carriage was inexplicably hot.

"I like you," Shen Du puffed out the smoke lightly, his brows and eyes were frank, "Don't say you don't know, that would be too insincere."

"Now, are you telling the truth after drinking, or..." Sinan curled his lips and looked at his face, "...you are so cowardly when you are drunk?"

Shen Du laughed, raised his bony fingers upwards, brought them to his lips, tilted his head and took a breath, his peach blossom eyes were half-squinted while puffing out the smoke, and the ends of the eyes were slightly raised, showing a bit of coquettish taste for no reason : "It doesn't count."

"Huh?" Sinan slightly raised his eyebrows.

"Some things don't dare to be said until you drink too much," Shen Du looked directly at him. He understood the meaning of Sinan's words. He had drunk too much, but it didn't mean he was not sober, sober, very, never sober, "I don't like to tell the truth after drinking. If I can only dare to say some things after drinking too much, then it's not me."

"Yeah," Sinan glanced at the cigarette between his fingers, he was familiar with it, squeezed his wrist and brought it to his lips, and took a deep breath.

"Huh?" Shen Du snuffed out the cigarette butt, and asked in a lazy voice, "What does huh mean?"

"I like what you mean too," Sinan looked at him, "So, are you dating?"

Shen Du was stunned for a moment, before recovering from the sentence "I like you too", he was knocked out by the next question "Are you in love?"

"Ask you." Sinan stretched out his hand and pinched his chin, "Speak."

Shen Du stared straight at him, feeling a little unreal, and blurted out a word: "Kiss me."

Si Nan laughed suddenly: "Normally, you pinch me, why did you turn into kissing me?"

"Dear," Shen Du glared at him.

"Dear," Si Nan clicked his tongue, leaned over to press a kiss on his lips, and asked against his lips, "Should we talk about it?"

The scorching atmosphere rose in vain.

"Talk," Shen Du said.