Why do I always fall in love with my partner Alpha

After a long time, Fu Boyuan was at a loss when he heard the word "white moonlight" from Jiang Xian again.

When he returned to his room after filming that day, he sat on the sofa and fell into deep thought.

It seems that after he was drunk, Jiang Xian's attitude became a little strange.

Obviously, I have restrained myself, so I didn't do anything out of the ordinary?Does the other party want to develop further? It's not right...

After much deliberation, Fu Boyuan could only come to a more reasonable conclusion, that is, he might really be drunk, and he thought he didn't drink too much.

In fact, he might have caused Jiang Xian a lot of trouble and even annoyed him while he was drunk, but he had forgotten all about it.

Afterwards, not only did he fail to realize his mistake, but he also begged for a gift without knowing what was good or bad.

No wonder it backfired.

Fu Boyuan stroked his chin, paced back and forth in the room, and finally entered the kitchen for several hours.

Jiang Xian finished work today much later than Fu Boyuan. The other party may have been frightened by his phrase "white moonlight", so he was cautious when filming, and even deliberately avoided his eyes.

But it happened to coincide with the feeling needed in the play, and almost every time it was a pass.

The director was full of praise for Fu Boyuan, and he also successfully finished work ahead of schedule.

But he ran away without even saying hello.

Seeing Fu Boyuan's fleeing appearance, Jiang Xian suppressed his smile, not wanting to be too obvious.

Don't say it, it's really interesting.

In the evening, I played with a young actor. Because the other party was inexperienced, he couldn't go on, and he didn't have time to eat.

After finally taking a satisfactory photo, it was almost dawn when I returned to the hotel after work.

In the quiet and empty elevator, the sound of his stomach growling was particularly loud.

Jiang Xian rubbed his stomach helplessly, and at least he ate a small bread to make a cushion, while Yang Lu was really hungry and stayed up all night with him.

He didn't want to be an inhumane boss, so he simply let people go back to rest.

Jiang Xian was so hungry that his footsteps were a little weak, and when he got out of the elevator, he saw someone standing in the corridor.

Even though the lights in the corridor were dim and his eyes were tired, he still recognized Fu Boyuan's figure immediately.

The sense of crisis hidden in the depths was slowly suppressed again.

Jiang Xian walked over and leaned against the wall, opened the door weakly, and asked casually, "It's so early when work is over, why don't you sleep and stand in front of my door?"

Fu Boyuan raised his arm and shook it gently, Jiang Xian realized that he was carrying a small box in his hand, and looked at it curiously: "What is this?"

Fu Boyuan followed into the room, put the box on the table and opened it.

Inside is a very delicate little cake, surrounded by beautiful patterns.

"Brother has given me so many presents, I haven't treated you to a birthday cake yet."

Jiang Xian was puzzled and surprised: "You waited for me all night just to give me a cake?"

He cursed in his heart, why hasn't this kid changed since he was a child?

Fu Boyuan didn't say "thank you" to his pretty brother himself, and he was still brooding in his heart.

When he got home, he didn't want his family to see the bruises on his wrist, so he rushed to the bedroom.

But Yang Hui stopped him before closing the door: "Yuanyuan, what's wrong with your hand?"

Fu Boyuan was caught on the spot and couldn't hide it, so he had to tell his parents the whole story.

The two parents listened to the whole matter very calmly, and Fu Hongshan asked, "How do you want to deal with it?"

Fu Boyuan was silent for a few seconds: "He has already apologized to me, I forgive him." He pursed his lips and added, "But he hasn't said thank you to brother yet."

Fu Hongshan nodded silently. They always respect Fu Boyuan's own opinion.

Yang Hui glanced at the kitchen and said, "I'm making a cake, take a piece to my brother tonight."

After dinner, Fu Boyuan changed into cooler short-sleeved shorts after taking a shower, and went out happily holding the cake.

When he really stood in front of the neighbor's door, he was a little nervous, wondering if his brother would accept it.

He knocked lightly on the door, and it opened after a short while, but the person who opened the door was not the handsome brother, but a very fierce-looking grandpa.

Facing the extremely oppressive looking down, Fu Boyuan said timidly: "Excuse me, brother is at home..."

Before he could finish speaking, the other party simply said "not here", and then closed the door with a "bang".

Fu Boyuan trembled in fright, and the cake fell on the paper plate with the movement, and the circle of patterns around it was rubbed in a mess.

It doesn't matter that he was murdered, but the cake is not pretty anymore.

Fu Boyuan sniffed aggrievedly, and walked around the house by himself, only to find that the light in one room was on.

So my brother really hasn't come back yet.

In desperation, he went back to the door, sat on the steps and waited.

Jiang Xian stayed by the river until very late before returning home. When he walked to the door and saw the neighbor's child, he was stunned.

The other party leaned his head against the wall, so sleepy that he fell asleep, but he was still holding a piece of cake firmly in his hand.

He patted the other person's shoulder with his hand to wake him up: "Wrong way, your home is over there."

After speaking, open the door and go in.

"Thank you...brother!" The little boy in his early ten years old hadn't yet reached the stage of changing his voice, and his crisp childish voice sounded behind him, "This piece of cake is for brother."

Jiang Xian stopped closing the door, turned around, and stared at him for a few seconds.

The first time he received a cake from someone else, he was a little surprised, and he rubbed the hand on the door unnaturally.

Not knowing how to respond for a while, Jiang Xian thought silently.

The little boy kept on holding the cake, because his arms were trembling slightly because he held it for too long.

With the faint light from inside the room, Jiang Xian saw that there were many red bumps distributed on the other party's bare and slender arms, some of them were even seriously swollen, and even the pores were enlarged many times.

Many unknown flowers and plants were planted around Jiang Hongshi's house, and it happened to be a summer night when the plants were lush and there were too many mosquitoes. The little boy didn't know how long he had been sitting here feeding the mosquitoes.

Jiang Xian had never been waited on by anyone since he was a child, and his disguised tenacity was easily broken by a child who had only seen him a few times.

The words that were supposed to refuse were stuck in his throat.He rolled his Adam's apple and opened the door: "Come in."

The little boy's round eyes widened suddenly, as if he couldn't believe it. He stared at him blankly, and walked forward without realizing that there were stairs under his feet.

The whole person was stumbled and staggered forward. The person stabilized his center of gravity and did not fall, but the cake fell to the ground with a "snap" due to inertia.

All that was left in his hand was a bare paper plate with a circle of cream rubbed on it.

The little boy's eyes turned red almost instantly, and he stared at the cake on the ground dejectedly, and said in a crying voice, "I'll go home and get a piece for my brother."

After finishing speaking, he was about to run back, but Jiang Xian grabbed his wrist.

The other party trembled, but obediently vented his strength, and was pulled into the room by him.

Jiang Xian didn't dare to let the child go home in such a state, crying with all his bags on, anyone who looked at him felt that he was being bullied.

His own room was even hotter than the outside, he was afraid that the young master who was used to living in the villa would be overheated, so he asked him to sit by the window.

He went to the kitchen to slice the remaining half of a lemon in the refrigerator, added a few more ice cubes, and roughly mixed a glass of lemonade.

Fu Boyuan sat by the bed and looked at his brother's room curiously. There was nothing special, but he always felt that there was a fragrance of flowers.

He leaned on the window sill and looked. There were no flowers growing outside, but the smell on the bed was even stronger.

Before thinking about the result, my brother came back.

The elder brother's hand holding the glass is also very beautiful, with long, slender fingers and well-defined knuckles.

"Drink, I'll give you some medicine."

Fu Boyuan took the glass in a daze, and the ice cubes inside made a pleasant sound when they collided.

The sweet and sour lemonade slid down the throat into his stomach, and he felt that he had drunk the best drink in his life.

The elder brother squatted next to him, his ankle was held by that hand, and the other hand smeared the ointment, and daubed it lightly on the protruding part of his leg.

The temperature of ice cubes still remained in the opponent's hand, Fu Boyuan bit the rim of the cup, feeling very comfortable.

He stared at his brother's fluttering eyelashes, and introduced himself, "My name is Yuanyuan."

The movements of Jiang Xian's hands paused for a few seconds, he shook his shoulders and couldn't help laughing, and praised him: "It's very nice."

Fu Boyuan took another sip of lemonade, curled his lips: "My brother is so kind to me, but he didn't even eat my cake."

Jiang Xian actually hated little kids, but this kid made him feel special.

Maybe it was because of the night of waiting, or because there was no normal skin on the bitten leg, but he didn't take the initiative to complain.

What's bothering me is that I didn't let myself eat that piece of cake.

Jiang Xian opened his mouth and softened his tone: "There will be opportunities in the future."

But until Jiang Xian left there after school started, there was no chance.

Fu Boyuan knocked on the table and reminded him: "Brother, you have been staring at the cake for 10 minutes."

His stomach growled again inappropriately, Jiang Xian forcibly pulled away from his memories, and asked in a daze, "Where did you get the cake?"

Fu Boyuan cut a small piece of the cake and pushed it in front of him: "I made it myself."

Jiang Xian picked up a piece of cake and put it into his mouth. The animal cream was plump and dense, with just the right amount of sweetness and a rich cake texture.

He was so hungry that he didn't care how he ate, so he nodded and commented while eating: "It's delicious."

It was the best cake he had ever eaten.

Fu Boyuan clasped his fingers on his chin: "I haven't made a wish yet."

Jiang Xian glanced at him speechlessly, he had eaten almost half of it, and only now made a wish.

Fu Boyuan pursed his lips a little nervously: "My wish is... If I did something that made my brother unhappy that day when I was drunk, I hope I don't mind."

Jiang Xian suddenly realized that he was here to apologize to himself, but he missed the point.

He leaned back on the chair back, folded his arms in front of his chest, and asked nonchalantly: "Have you ever delivered cakes to others like this?" Without waiting for Fu Boyuan to speak, he immediately added, with a serious tone, "If you Lie to me again, in the future... there will really be no future."

Fu Boyuan swallowed his saliva, he could tell that Jiang Xian's tone was not joking, he took a deep breath and replied, "I gave it to me when I was a child." He was afraid of making people angry again, so he added cautiously, "That was ten years ago."

Jiang Xian clenched his hands into fists and covered his mouth, trying to hide his smile, cleared his throat and continued to ask: "Who is it for? I remember you said before that you also knew Bai Yueguang when you were young, so it couldn't be him?"

Fu Boyuan rubbed his palms, wondering how he turned to the topic of Bai Yueguang again.

Is it because Jiang Xian wants to continue to develop a relationship with him, so he is very concerned about this matter?

But he didn't dare to hide it anymore, it was equivalent to acquiescing.

Jiang Xian pretended to be indifferent, and took a sip of water: "Aren't you going to seriously discuss his matter with me?"

These words confirmed Fu Boyuan's thoughts. It is better to hit the sun than to choose the day. He said like he was desperate: "Jiang Xian."

Even he himself felt strange when he called out his full name.

It had only been a few days since Fu Boyuan changed his name to "Brother", but Jiang Xian was used to this address, and when he was suddenly named like this, he always felt that the other party was going to make trouble.

"I like you."

"Ahem..." Jiang Xian was choked by the water, coughed several times before he managed to calm down, tears were about to come out, he never thought that the other party would confess at this time.

He hurriedly wiped off the water that spilled on his body with a piece of paper, obviously he was the one with the initiative, why did he mess up first.

Holding on to the topic, he insisted on asking, "Then do you prefer Bai Yueguang or me?"

When Jiang Xian asked the question, he always felt that he was mean-spirited, and no matter how he answered the question, he couldn't answer it correctly.

Answering Bai Yueguang on this occasion, unless there is something wrong with his mind, he can answer the latter, but it will leave the impression that he is easy to empathize with another.

In fact, what Fu Boyuan just said in his confession was very good, because the person he likes is always Jiang Xian.

He didn't want to really embarrass Fu Boyuan, but such a confession was indeed a bit abrupt.

Jiang Xian was not ready yet, avoiding his earnest gaze, and replied: "It was too sudden." Afraid of hurting the other party's heart, he added, "Wait for the summer."

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