What bad thoughts can kittens have

Jiang Zhou came to the cafe this afternoon.

There are seven large and small coffee shops on this street, because it is in the business district, and there are many office workers who come to buy coffee to refresh themselves.

Jiang Zhou didn't have any preferences in the past, but since Yu Ming came here to work, he has never stepped into other stores.

When he walked to the "Zhaowu" cafe, Yu Ming was watering the flowers outside.

Their boss planted a fence of flowers outside the store, and there were small potted plants underneath, and the employees took turns to look after them.

Yu Ming accidentally killed a pot of comet roses before, and now he is extra careful with the remaining pots.

He was still wearing a black apron today, his hair was a little longer, and a colleague gave him a colorful clip, which was pinned crookedly at the end of his hair.

That rose was pure white, in a green shadow, it was extraordinarily cool, when Yu Ming was handling it, his hands got a little muddy, and even his face got a little dusty, but he didn't care.

Jiang Zhou watched quietly for a few seconds, took a wet wipe, and handed it to Yu Ming.

Weibing's touch touched Yu Ming's face.

He froze for a moment, then raised his head.

I saw Jiang Zhou standing next to him, his reflection in the glass window was tall and slender, looking down at him.

When he was playing with rose just now, he was still wondering if Jiang Zhou would come today, and how he should face it when he came.

Now that I really see people, I can't speak anymore.

Seeing Yu Ming's bewildered look, Jiang Zhou bent down slightly and helped Yu Ming wipe off the dust on his face.

"Your face is dirty, you rubbed it with flower mud," he whispered, "you also have it on your hands."

Only then did Yu Ming react.

He hurriedly took the wet wipe from Jiang Zhou's hand, "I'll do it myself."

Jiang Zhou didn't insist and let go.

Yu Mingzai wiped the gray spots on his arm carefully before standing up in embarrassment.

Because of yesterday's confession, it was difficult for him to face Jiang Zhou as if nothing had happened, and he had nothing to say, "Are you here for coffee?"

As soon as the words came out, he wanted to bite his tongue off.

Otherwise, come here not to drink coffee, but to drink?

Jiang Zhou let out a muffled laugh.

"Yes," he put one hand on the doorknob of the cafe, "but I want to drink what you made today, can I?"

Yu Ming was stunned for a moment, met Jiang Zhou's smiling eyes, and lowered his head again, "Yes, yes."

But he only makes lattes and mochas.

Jiang Zhou ordered a latte and waited beside the front desk for him to make it.

Yu Ming was so stared at that his hands trembled a little.

He was not very good at latte art, and little swans could be drawn into fat glutinous rice balls, but Jiang Zhou still said beside him, "I want love in latte art."

Yu Ming: "..."

He turned his head and glanced at Jiang Zhou without a word.

how to say?

He always felt that Jiang Zhou was just like what Wan Lin described, with a cold personality and very boring, and he would not waste a second sentence on things that could be solved with one sentence.

Just get closer to him in cat form at home.

But since confessing yesterday.

But he felt that Jiang Zhou seemed to have turned on some taboo switch, and suddenly revealed a side he had never seen before.

Aggressive, even a little ambiguous.

But stick to the right bottom line.

There is the attitude of a gentleman, but there is no meaning of a gentleman.

Yu Ming pouted, and gave Jiang Zhou an ugly love.

No way, he only has this technique.

Love or not.

He handed the coffee to Jiang Zhou, "Okay."

Jiang Zhou took it and glanced down at his watch. He still had to go back to the company soon.

"Are you free tonight?" He asked Yu Ming.

Yu Ming wiped the glass, raised his head cautiously, "What are you doing?"

He looked at Jiang Zhou with dark eyes, saying that he was vigilant and full of curiosity.

It looks very deceiving.

Jiang Zhou looked at him with a smile, "I want to invite you to watch a movie."

Yu Ming didn't speak for a while, feeling a little tangled in his heart.

It's okay to watch a movie, but this is really a date.

But he hasn't agreed to Jiang Zhou yet.

The name is not justified.

He couldn't help being a little hesitant, a little dazed, and tilted his head to look at Jiang Zhou.

He said weakly, "But I haven't figured out how to reply you yet."

He talked nonsense, but Jiang Zhou understood.

He smiled, "You don't need to reply to me, I'm chasing you now, so I want to invite you out. You can treat me as an ordinary friend, come if you want, if you don't want... forget it."

He said the last three words very softly, and his expression was slightly sad.

The balance in Yu Ming's heart changed in a second.

"Then, then I'll go." He said softly.

Thinking about it, I felt that I was too unsteady, and added in a serious tone, "Only watch movies."

Jiang Zhou didn't want to do anything else.

But seeing Yu Ming's serious face, he couldn't control his thoughts, and looked at Yu Ming's soft lips, and then fell on his beautiful collarbone.

"Okay." He replied in a low voice, "What time do you get off work? I'll pick you up and take you home after watching the movie."

"Six o'clock," Yu Ming glanced at the boss who was basking in the sun by the window, "but today I invite you."

He proudly said to Jiang Zhou, "I will pay my salary today."

His proud little expression was so obedient that Jiang Zhou couldn't help laughing.

If it weren't for the crowd, he really wanted to hug Yu Ming into his arms and kiss her.

He also didn't go to fight with Yu Ming, young people always have strong self-esteem, he understands very well.

When he was young, he was much more stubborn than Yu Ming.

"Okay, thank you for the treat." He tapped the paper coffee cup against the glass in Yu Ming's hand.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Zhou left the store with his coffee.

But he ordered another oatmeal cake, but he didn't eat it himself, but ordered it for Yu Ming.

While the store was not busy, Yu Ming ate the cake in two or three bites.

The shop assistants next to him looked at him silently, and communicated with each other with their eyes.

They all heard the conversation between Jiang Zhou and Yu Ming just now, and their hearts were very complicated.

Who is still struggling today, what kind of feelings does he have for Jiang Zhou, and in the end, he wants to go to the movies with someone at night.

Ah.

Wan Lin couldn't help but rolled her eyes, and said silently: Look, this is a fool who was sold to help count the money.

Xiao Yang and Ding Wu, another waiter, nodded sadly together.

Indeed, so silly.

Ding Wu even thought about it, and asked Xiao Yang, "Tell me, does Yu Ming have any cousins ​​who are as beautiful as him and also easy to deceive."

Xiao Yang sneered, and said cruelly, "Take a mirror and look at yourself, are you as handsome as Mr. Jiang just now, are you as tall as him, are you as rich as him?"

Ding Wu was shot right in the heart, slapped Xiao Yang angrily, and ran to wash the cups.

Yu Ming heard the conversation of these people, his face was a little embarrassed, he wanted to refute but didn't know where to start.

He blinked his eyes, swallowed the last bite of cake, and immediately ran to work.

In terms of today's salary, he also needs to perform well.

At six o'clock in the evening, Jiang Zhou also got off work and appeared outside the coffee shop on time.

What they went to see was the recently released "Drunk Spring", which was about a 30-year-old entanglement involving two generations.

It takes place in the misty and rainy south of the Yangtze River. The lady from a wealthy family and the apprentice from a gouache shop reunite after 20 years of separation. Eye.

It is the background of a romance film, but because it happened in that war-torn era, it shows the desolation of the times and the impermanence of the world.

Jiang Zhou didn't want to choose this movie at first, but Yu Ming wanted to watch it.

Holding the milk tea, Yu Ming stared at the poster with bright eyes, full of admiration for the hero and heroine, "They are so beautiful."

He was originally a small face control.

The female protagonist Liu Lang and the male protagonist Zhao Heshan are both well-known bullies in the entertainment circle, one is gentle and graceful but also a bit cold, and the other is handsome and affectionate with a bit of melancholy.

Standing behind their backs on the poster, the two really matched each other.

Yu Ming looked left and right, it was really difficult, he didn't know which one he liked more.

Jiang Zhou looked amused.

He would not go to have fun with two celebrities, but he also lightly laughed at Yu Ming, "Little pervert."

Yu Ming pouted, thinking what's wrong with being lustful, the most lustful are you humans.

But he looked at Jiang Zhou with dark eyes again, and asked suddenly, "Do you have any favorite celebrities?"

Jiang Zhou thought about it, but there really wasn't one.

He walked with Yu Ming to the snack shop in the movie theater, bought a bucket of popcorn, and recalled, "I'm not very interested in the entertainment industry. When I have to say it, I liked Mu Jin's songs in school."

It took Yu Ming some time to dig out who Mu Jin was from his mind.

A 36-year-old, plain-looking rock singer, married with a daughter.

puff.

He couldn't help laughing, it wasn't ridicule, but a little indescribably happy.

When he sat in the movie theater with popcorn in his arms, his lips curled up slightly.

Whether this movie is good or not, Yu Ming is actually not quite sure.

Because he is rarely inattentive.

In the dim light and shadow of the screen, he always involuntarily turned his head to look at Jiang Zhou beside him.

He didn't say just now, but compared to the star on the poster, compared to the pale and handsome male lead on the screen.

He actually likes Jiang Zhou's looks better.

I like it so much that I can't help but stare at Jiang Zhou.

As long as Jiang Zhou was by his side, he would be restless, wanting to touch Jiang Zhou, wanting Jiang Zhou to touch him.

It was as if he was still a good boy, and he had to curl up in Jiang Zhou's arms to feel safe.

He hugged the popcorn in his arms tightly, and pressed the back of his hand to his hot cheek.

Not ashamed.

He reprimanded himself softly in his heart, but the tip of his heart seemed to be scratched by a fluffy tail, ready to move.

Probably because his gaze was too sticky, Jiang Zhou couldn't pretend not to know.

He turned his head to look at Yu Ming in the darkness, his outline was more distinct than usual, with a high nose and deep eyes, handsome and cool.

"What's wrong?" He asked in a low voice, lowered his head and leaned a little towards Yu Ming.

He has a faint smell of fir on his body today, a kind of mild aggressiveness, obviously soft and considerate, but it invades the surroundings unknowingly.

Yu Ming felt a little dizzy for no reason.

The darkness magnifies the desire in a person's heart, and some things that he doesn't even know are slowly emerging from the bottom of his heart.

He put his hand on Jiang Zhou's arm, looked into Jiang Zhou's eyes, felt dizzy, and it took him a while to find his voice.

"No, nothing."

He took a deep breath and slowly leaned back in his seat.

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