The world doesn't fit me

Lu Chen: Are you also a fan of Uncle Cao? !

There is a damp smell in the underground garage, which is different from the smell of actinomycetes, but the dust and exhaust gas are blown away by the air, and it is a deep and quiet dark gray.

The rhythmic rattling sound of the soles touching the ground is amplified in this space and reverberates in the tranquility, like a lightly tapping beat, which cannot be called noisy.

Insert the car key into the card slot, turn it over and twist it.

He Zhen consciously sat on the co-pilot and pulled out the seat belt. He probably thought it was troublesome, so he took off the glasses chain and put it in the bag on the chest of the suit.

With the heater turned on, Fu Yanchuan drove the car out of the garage slowly, holding the steering wheel with one hand, giving people a feeling of ease.

Cheng Yixiao may be beaten to death, but he never thought that he would still have the opportunity to squeeze in front of the computer with his brother to play 4399 two-player mini-games in his lifetime.

The two old men couldn't move at all in this small place, their fingertips were like chickens pecking rice on the keyboard, they were both cautious and afraid that they would not be able to move properly.

When "gameover" was written on the screen, Cheng Yixiao said quietly again: "Lu Chen, let's let it go for now, go and finish lunch first, what do you like to eat? I'll make it for you."

Let go of this small keyboard, let go of this simple game, let go of each other!

Lu Chen took off the anti-blue light glasses, curled up his fingertips, buried his head in the crook of his arms and gently rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand to relieve the discomfort he felt from staring at the screen for a long time.

He chuckled twice, and tilted his head to reveal a crescent-shaped phoenix eye, covering a crystal pool, like whiskey with ice hockey swaying under the lamp.

Lu Chen said: "Wait a little longer and laugh at brother."

There is always a bit of evil in the words.

He stretched comfortably, picked up the mobile phone beside him, dialed the number, and asked Cheng Yixiao, "Where are you roommates?"

When Fu Yanchuan received the call, he flicked the steering wheel calmly, drove into the gate of the community, and replied without any disturbance: "Downstairs."

Lu Chen turned on the hands-free, and the other party's magnetic and smooth voice reached their ears. He smacked his lips and said, "Okay."

Then he turned off the phone's call interface, and shook Cheng Yixiao.

"Did you hear that?" Lu Chen made a small slit and said, "Just wait for a while."

Taking advantage of this time gap, Lu Chen ran to the bathroom to change his clothes, put on a long black down jacket and a pair of dark jeans, and tied a small part of the white turtleneck sweater into the trousers.

Halfway through the belt, he heard the doorbell ring, followed by a click, and Cheng Yixiao's vaguely smiling voice came through the door: "Hi, I'm Cheng..."

"Bang Dang", the door was slammed shut again.

Cheng Yixiao, whose smile froze at the entrance: "??"

Lu Chen, who was wearing his trouser belt in the toilet: "??"

Fu Yanchuan looked at He Zhen suspiciously: "What's wrong with you?"

"Just now...that, that was..." He Zhen's expression gradually became uneasy, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he was clenched tightly on the metal handle outside the door, with cold sweat constantly breaking out in his hands, his heart was in his throat, and he was about to jump out up.

Am I right, the person who opened the door just now is Mr. Yixiao?Why is he here?Could it be brought by Lu Chen?

Did he just smile at me?Why is he so good-looking in real life?It is hundreds of times better than the video photos!

Oops, didn't I behave too well just now?Did I startle Brother Smile?

Ahhh what should I do? If I knew it earlier, I shouldn't be so unreserved. Brother Yixiao wouldn't hate me, would he? !

He Zhen tried his best to get rid of the rampant upturned corners of his mouth, and replaced it with a mature and steady face, without the slightest hint of the turbulent waves in his heart——

Surprise, struggle, hesitation, self-loathing, and finally choose to compromise with reality.

He Zhen withdrew his hand, lowered his head, straightened his suit in a serious manner, and coughed like a cover-up: "Sorry."

Then, with a serious face, he held Fu Yanchuan's hands and solemnly said, "Thank you!"

Fu Yanchuan withdrew his hand in disgust, and rang the doorbell again.

This time there was an extra Lu Chen standing at the door. He leaned against the wall and laughed and joked: "What did you do just now? It scared my little Sunshine."

He Zhen: "..." Shut up!What is your home? !

He turned to Cheng Yixiao and said, "Sorry." But he didn't explain why he subconsciously slammed the door.

Cheng Yixiao showed a sunny smile again, not caring about the previous episode at all.He said: "It's all right - hello, I'm Lu Chen's friend, Cheng Yixiao."

He Zhen nodded: "Hi Mr. Cheng, just call me He Zhen."

The end is reserved, steady and serious.

After listening to his introduction, Cheng Yixiao frowned imperceptibly, and turned to look at Lu Chen, seemingly suspicious.

Lu Chen spread his hands and said that he didn't know either.

Just now Lu Chen explained to him in the room, it may be because He Zhen was a little bit surprised when he saw his idol in private for the first time.

He deeply understands this and is ready to deal with radical fans.

But He Zhen's reaction after opening the door again, he couldn't tell that this person was his fan at all, he was so calm, as if the person who slammed the door just now was not himself.

Cheng Yixiao hooked his lips and thought, this fan is quite interesting.

What's more interesting is that after hearing He Zhen's detailed introduction of his work, Lu Chen's face instantly became brilliant.

After the two went to the study to get the contract, they made an appointment to go out for lunch together. It happened that there was a business district outside the community, and there were a lot of restaurants around.

Cheng Yixiao, Lu Chen, He Zhen and Fu Yanchuan sat in pairs, chatting casually in the corner of the western restaurant.

Just talking about his job, He Zhen said that he is the manager of Pure Color Company, and Qingshu.com is their website.

Lu Chen paused as he drank water, and gritted his teeth: "So I'm working so hard for you?!"

He Zhen pushed his eyes expressionlessly, and said unfriendlyly: "Correct Mr. Lu, we are not working for me, we just provide a platform for you to make money."

Probably because his idol was still sitting in front of him, He Zhen exhausted half of his life to not show his aggressive posture, so he did not comment on the term "tired to death".

This sudden extra layer of subordinate-subordinate relationship suddenly caused a little gap between the two people who were not quite right in the first place.

Lu Chen silently greeted his ancestors seven or eight hundred times before taking a sip of water to calm down the anger in his heart, but he still couldn't help but swear in his heart about this prudence.

A muffled laugh spread into the ears of the two of them, and it could be heard that the master was very restrained but still couldn't help laughing out loud.

Lu Chen turned his head suspiciously and looked at the source of the voice.

"Sorry..." Cheng Yixiao covered his mouth and coughed twice, "I just thought it was very interesting."

After he finished speaking, he ignored the three question marks on Lu Chen's head and ate by himself.

In Cheng Yixiao's mind, the image of He Zhengang the moment he opened the door emerged—the face was terrified, dumbstruck, he vaguely wanted to say something, but his throat was stuck because of being too excited, and the man who was sitting in front of him right now and reasoning It's completely different.

Cheng Yixiao was particularly amused by this pretended calmness, and even wanted to look at He Zhen's uncontrollable expression.

With his silence, He Zhen started a new round of bombing, and his heart thumped endlessly.

Brother Yixiao just laughed, right?

He thought to himself: This man is really damn attractive when he smiles!

No one knew that the chuckle just now sounded harmless, but it was like a seductive tease, which casually made He Zhen die.

Only Fu Yanchuan, who has insight into everything and is well versed in his sexuality, frequently casts caring eyes on He Zhen, who is blowing fireworks alone beside him.

After his preliminary understanding of Cheng Yixiao, even if the other party is polite and refined, Fu Yanchuan's first impression of the word "hypocrisy" is still unshakable.

why?What is wrong?

He thought as he sliced ​​his steak.

"Roommate... what's wrong with you?"

"Huh?" Fu Yanchuan's thoughts were pulled back by these words.

He followed Lu Chen's gaze and saw the knife and fork he was holding tightly, with blue veins protruding from the back of his hand and crawling into his sleeve.

If it wasn't for the steak lying on the plate, Lu Chen would have suspected that he was doing something bloody and violent that would be mosaiced off.

Fu Yanchuan withdrew his gaze, and lightened his hand: "It's nothing, I'm thinking about something."

Lu Chen: "..."

What the hell is this thinking, enemy?

There is less and less food on the plate.

Lu Chen used a fork to cut the steak into an arc, spread all the remaining black pepper sauce on it and put it in his mouth. After chewing, he licked the sauce on the corner of his mouth, with a dissatisfied expression on his face.

So the western restaurant is not good, not to mention the exorbitantly expensive price, the portion is not enough for Lu Chen to grit his teeth.

He ate the plate of dessert next to him. Although it didn't have much effect, it was better than nothing.

"Mr. Lu isn't full yet?"

The sharp-eyed He Zhen immediately sarcastically sneered when he found out, and said with a sneer, "I can't tell, Mr. Lu is so thin, but he has a big appetite."

His eyes fell on the only plate that Lu Chen ate cleanly on the dining table, which was in stark contrast to the other plates.

Lu Chen: "..."

Why is this little suit as annoying as the female villain of Mary Surrey in the early days.

Cheng Yixiao wanted to come out to save his brother, but before he could make a sound with his lips, he was cut off——

"It's okay, isn't it still growing?"

Fu Yanchuan's tone was cold, but the content was clearly defending Lu Chen, "If you're not full, I'll take you to another place later. The portions here are indeed a bit small."

Lu Chen raised an eyebrow at He Zhen proudly.

Seeing Fu Yanchuan speak, He Zhen finally closed his mouth peacefully, and put all his energy on Pin Cheng's smiling face.

He is gentle and elegant when eating, the movements of using a knife and fork are smooth and smooth, and occasionally frowning when lowering his head, just looking at it is very seductive.

Compared with Lu Chen, who had been eating and shaking his legs and playing with his mobile phone with one hand, sitting next to him, the silver earrings on his earlobe were coquettish and flashing, the visual impact made He Zhen even more fascinated by Cheng Yixiao's beauty.

If Lu Chen raised his head at this time, he would definitely be able to clearly see the pink bubbles overflowing in He Zhen's eyes.

But he wasn't interested in that little suit at all, and he wasn't interested in a mobile phone.

Seeing that the meal was coming to an end, He Zhen began to rack his brains to find a way to spend more time with Cheng Yixiao.

What kind of reason should be used to not be surprised?

He finally understood what Fu Yanchuan meant when he said that he might not be able to return to the company in the afternoon.

Seemingly aware of the other party's fiery gaze, Cheng Yixiao froze, smiled and raised his head to look at He Zhen, who was full of inner drama.

Like a dignified idol, he sends a comforting smile to his excited fans.

He Zhen: "!!"

A new round of bombing kicked off.

The weirdness returned.

Fu Yanchuan glanced at Cheng Yixiao, frowned imperceptibly, and said to Lu Chen after returning in vain, "Let's go, I'll take you to the nearby snack street."

Lu Chen smiled and said, "Hey, roommate, you're so kind."

Fu Yanchuan pursed his lips and ignored his flattery.

He casually glanced at He Zhen, who was sitting upright, and threw his car keys over like iron, and led Lu Chen without going back.

"Om-"

He Zhen swiped open the lock screen of the phone.

"Fu Yanchuan": Send Cheng Yixiao back safely.

"Fu Yanchuan": You're welcome, just remember to pay the bill.

"I heard you're my fan?" Cheng Yi smiled and spoke softly.

He Zhen quickly turned off the phone, crossed his fingers under the table and held his sweating palm, nodded softly: "Yes."

He quickly continued, "I'll send Mr. Cheng back later."

"Thank you." Seeing his reserved appearance, Cheng Yixiao comforted him and said, "Tell me to smile, Brother Zhen, don't be nervous."

He Zhen showed joy and nodded slightly.

I'm so happy to be called brother by an idol!

The voices of the two slowly faded away, and Lu Chen followed Fu Yanchuan, pushing through the crowd and walking towards the business district.

The street scene in front of me is gradually bustling, and the wind at two o'clock in the afternoon is no longer so cold.Lu Chen took a breath, put his phone into his pocket, and took a big step forward side by side with Fu Yanchuan.

The screen was dimly lit, and the message record stayed a few hours ago.

"Lu Chen": I have a brother as a guest at home, roommate, do you mind?

"Fu Yanchuan": Mr. Yixiao?

"Lu Chen": Yes;

"Lu Chen": No!

"Lu Chen": Roommate, how do you know? !

"Lu Chen": Roommate, you won't be following me all the time, will you?

"Lu Chen": Are you also a fan of Uncle Cao? !

"Lu Chen": I haven't realized how deep you are hiding;

"Fu Yanchuan": I am with He Zhen;

"Fu Yanchuan": He likes Mr. Yixiao very much;

"Lu Chen":? ?

"Lu Chen": Damn, I can't tell, he's so boring in a small suit? !

"Lu Chen": What a prudence!

"Lu Chen": Then you brought him here?Let them meet?

"Fu Yanchuan": Yes;

"Lu Chen": You haven't answered me, roommate;

"Lu Chen": Don't be shy;

His answer was several hours of silence, or longer.