he's just my boyfriend

"It's hard for you." Fang Qi also smiled, without showing a trace of anger, "I can only excuse you today, please Mr. Zhu send me an apology to Baditum, if he is interested in the nearby ancient town, next time I can bring He goes around there, of course, if he wants to."

Zhu Yao's complexion is not very good: "President Fang is turning down work to accompany Tao Tao?"

"If you have to say it, it's like this." Fang Qi gave him a few helpless looks.

From Zhu Yao's point of view, Fang Qi's whole body is now soaked in a sugar jar, and even helplessness is too sweet to be cloying.

This man is like a patched version of himself, everything that Tao Mian disliked in the past seems to have been resolved in him.

"Tao Tao is very self-willed, you don't have to follow him like this." Zhu Yao seemed to be standing on a commanding height to educate the younger generation, even the pantothenic acid water was reserved.

But Fang Qi was surprised by his words, and it didn't look like a fake at all.

"Willful? If he knew that I turned down my job because of him, he would lose his temper. Fortunately, today should not be counted." Fang Qi, who mentioned Tao Fang, always had a vague smile on his lips, "I still think He is so sensible that it gives me a headache."

For a long time afterwards, Zhu Yao didn't want to recall the conversation between himself and Fang Qi standing at the corner of the T City Museum.

This man has never directly sworn sovereignty, but he can more and more understand that Tao Tao from four years ago is no longer here.

Seeing Fang Qi gradually disappearing from his sight, Zhu Yao was in a complicated mood.

He straightened his bow tie, and slowly moved his long legs to find his BOSS. He checked his appearance while walking, from cuffs to hair, to make sure that there was nothing wrong with everything.

Zhu Yao himself couldn't remember when he became so familiar with these things, they seemed to be carved into his bones.

If Fang Qi wasn't Tao Fang's boyfriend, but just any man with a decent salary, his casual attitude towards work would make Zhu Yao look down on him.

He can't see ambition in Fang Qi, such a person who is content with the status quo makes him feel completely uncompetitive, and makes him feel that Tao Fang is at most just looking for fun-in his eyes, a man's attitude towards work is enough Says a lot.

But now he was suddenly confused, and Zhu Yao felt that his cognition of Fang Qi was not accurate, or even far away.

No matter how bad you are, you still have to work.

Behind Zhu Yao was the bathroom, and he looked at the exhibition hall in front of him from a distance.

Looking at it from his perspective, he could just see the BOSS who was standing not far away watching those splash-ink landscape paintings, and his colleagues who were still clustered around him. acquainted.

Most of them have a few things in common—older than him, more senior than him, they are all his seniors, and many of them used to be his boss.

Zhu Yao looked at the group of people who almost symbolized all his hard work and dedication in recent years, and finally turned around and stood in front of the sink, listening to the gurgling water in his ears, and washed a meaningless hand.

As if confirming something, Zhu Yao looked up in the mirror, it was still the familiar face, or he was right...

"Hey, why is our chief in a daze here? It doesn't look like him at all."

Suddenly a voice came from the side, and Zhu Yao turned around in response: "Omis."

Black Omis is Zhu Yao's new colleague who was promoted and unlocked for the first time at work. He has two cute little daughters who always look forward to his return home.

Seeing him appearing beside her, Zhu Yao's first reaction was doubt.

Omis followed him and looked back in the direction of the boss, and said with a smile: "Boss said that things like calligraphy and painting can only be understood but not expressed in words, he wants to see for himself."

Zhu Yao nodded clearly.

For a while, the two fell silent.

Omis neither went to the bathroom nor opened his mouth. He just looked at Zhu Yao's hand still under the faucet, and the whole space was filled with the sound of running water.

In fact, Zhu Yao hesitated since they met Tao Fang at noon that day, because he never talked about personal matters with people at work, but instead of being so worried that he might hear rumors one day, it is better to try it first.

His voice was rough: "Omis, you guessed it."

"Guess what?" Omis looked at him and answered without much emotion.

Zhu Yao's heart tightened, and he put his hands on both sides of the sink, and turned off the sensorless faucet. In the silence, he could hear every word clearly: "You understand Chinese."

Omis looked at him with something he didn't quite understand. Zhu Yao was very nervous. He never confused work and personal affairs, and he never made mistakes at work.

"You're scared." Omis said to the point.

He almost watched the young man in front of him step by step to today. His achievements that do not match his age have attracted much attention. Omis understands that every word he says is very important to this young man. of.

"You're still young, do you know what I mean? Zhu, you don't have to be so careful. I believe everyone will appreciate your occasional distractions. You are too harsh on yourself." Omis is the father of two daughters, although They have just started elementary school, but the heart of being a father is real.

Zhu Yao clenched his jaw tightly, he didn't dare to make any conclusions before Omis made a clear statement, he didn't dare to let go of any possibility.

"To be honest, I'm surprised. I never considered your possibility in this regard before. After all, BOSS admires you very much. It's no secret that he wants his daughter to marry you." Feeling nervous, he tried to express it in another way, "Of all of us, BOSS is the only one who believes in Islam. I believe everyone will not mind your sexual orientation."

"I don't want these two things to be related, you know Omis." Zhu Yao's voice was very low, but extremely firm.

Ormi paused, and when Zhu Yao could hardly stand it, he said, "I respect your choice, and I will keep it secret for you."

As soon as the words fell, Zhu Yao closed her eyes with relief, and Panasonic said with a breath that was in her throat: "Thank you... I really thank you Omis, your two little daughters should be grateful for having a father like you I'm glad."

Omis patted him on the shoulder: "Since I can see it, others can too, be careful."

Zhu Yao seemed to be out of strength and nodded, and turned around to return a polite hug to Omis: "Thank you..."

Up to here, he could only find these two words by turning upside down, and all that came to his mind was the exhaustion of the deep cabinet.

"The boy at noon that day is very cute. If you like it, you must take care of it." Omis joked after receiving the hug, not wanting him to be too frustrated.

A wry smile appeared on the corner of Zhu Yao's mouth: "I lost him four years ago, and now there are other people around him."

Omis scanned Zhu Yao from head to toe exaggeratedly: "Obviously the chief who never disappoints, be confident in yourself, you are definitely no worse than that Mr. Fang, and there are a lot of guys behind you Girls are waiting in line for you to pick."

Zhu Yao nodded, and after a few breaths, he adjusted himself back to his normal state. He shook the hand that Omis extended to him in the void, and said with a smile, "You're right."

But in fact, Zhu Yao knew that it was not what Omis said at all, and it was not that he would not let people down.

For example, in Tao Mian's heart, probably anyone can be better than him.

Tao Fang has sneezed several times since just now.

When he played the first one, he told himself that someone missed him.

When he hit the second one, he told himself that there were two people who missed him.

After a series of sneezes, Tao Fang finally admitted that someone was scolding him.

"I think you have a cold." Regarding this, Fang Qi said.

Tao Fang looked at him with a look of "you're out of your mind", holding a big white rice in his hand that he was going to ask for praise: "Why do I catch a cold when I'm not a year old?"

"Catch a cold?" Fang Qi laughed. He was wearing the home clothes he had just changed into, and the suit was hung in the closet. "Eat quickly."

Compared with Fangshi Hotel, the museum is closer to home. It only took less than 10 minutes for Fang Qi to rush home, but even if it didn’t take more than half an hour before and after cooking, Tao Fang had to wait for him for almost five 10 minutes.

But now Tao Fang is holding the rice bowl in one hand and holding the chopsticks in the other, completely unable to do anything with the dishes on the table in front of him.

Fang Qi was a little surprised: "Do you have this habit?"

The two ate quite a few meals together, including fast food, western food, Chinese food, etc. Tao Fang had never seen Tao Fang say that he wanted to shoot before, so why did he suddenly want to shoot today.

"Can it be the same? Did you make it before?" Tao Fang said while taking out his mobile phone, "Mainly, I really didn't expect the things you made to look so online."

Fang Qi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "It's also good-looking, after all, the taste is so-so, and I can only make up for it in appearance."

Tao Fang seldom takes pictures, because no matter who he is with or what he is doing, there is always someone who is more enthusiastic about it than him. He usually only takes the final photo when necessary.

But it doesn't mean he doesn't know how to shoot less. The basic aesthetics are still there.

If you ask Tao Fang to insist on composition and color matching, he really can't say one, two, three, but he knows how to look good.

For example, this lotus root.

It was cut into pieces by Fang Qi, slightly staggered and laid out in a long square plate. Put the mobile phone horizontally on a corner of the porcelain plate and take a close-up shot of the lotus root. The saturation and atmosphere can be directly sent to Moments.

Another example is this braised octopus in sauce.

In the middle of the big disc was octopus, with a ring of sauce poured on the side, and two dots on the side of the white porcelain plate at the end.

This made Tao Fang very suspicious of life: "Are you going abroad to study management, or go abroad to start New Oriental? How to cook is like painting."

Fang Qi felt that he really needed to inoculate Tao Fang in advance: "You will know after you try it."

Because there were only two of us, Fang Qi only made one meat, one vegetable, one cold salad and one soup. Of course, "simple" is what Fang Qi said, but Tao Fang felt that it was not simple at all.

Tao Fang wanted to take a picture, so Fang Qi put down his chopsticks and waited for him to take a picture: "There are only four dishes, and it's not enough to post to Moments."

But Tao Fang corrected it seriously: "Who told you four things, didn't I still steam the rice, five things."

"That's not enough to make up the Jiugong grid." Fang Qi was amused again.

Tao Mian's way of staring at the screen of his mobile phone is very attractive, especially when he is talking nonsense in a serious manner.

The vermilion lips parted slightly, and one could see the shadow cast by the long eyelashes on his lower eyelids, his little face was rosy, and it became more and more beautiful after being raised by himself... Fang Qi paused, and turned his gaze back in time.

The author has something to say: Tao Mian: Exome?patch? ? ?

Fang Qi: His personal thoughts.

Tao Fang: He just has too many ideas, which are not realistic, and he has no idea.