Who uses the soymilk maker in the early morning

Yu Yanchuan didn't mention the chat history anymore.

No matter how many questions you ask, it's better for him to check it himself. He doesn't believe that a group of people are playing Truman's World with him.

What's more, he knew that Tan Xu didn't hide his reason. The relationship between the two of them was still ignorant half a year ago, and Tan Xu didn't have so much time to act with him.

There should be some misunderstanding or deviation in the process, Yu Yanchuan couldn't think of it, and didn't want to think about it.

The clues currently in front of him cannot be strung together into a chain, and so many unrelated people are involved, and Tan Ming is now involved with Tan Xu again, just like a huge unknown courier thrown at the door, Yu Yanchuan took The knife cut open the corners of the carton, only to see some details.

When encountering this kind of thing, you can’t take a peek at the leopard. Instead of thinking about it, it’s better to go straight to the topic and find the express list directly.

Yu Yanchuan was not in a hurry, he only wanted to know one thing at the moment, and that was Lin Yu's purpose of approaching him.

Now it is clear that Lin Yu is looking for his twin brother, and Lin Yu thinks he is this brother.

Then there is no need to rush, everything has a cause and effect, and the cause of all the difficulties and troubles encountered right now is Lin Yu, now that he knows that Lin Yu will not easily plot against him, there is no need to be nervous when dealing with other matters .

It's just that the trip to Manchester City has to be advanced.

What Yu Changyu meant was not to startle the snake, but to wait for Yu Xinghai to urge him before agreeing.

Going to Manchester City is a certainty. Once a certain unknown time is made in advance, the period in between will become a bit difficult. In addition, Tan Xu is at home on vacation, and Yu Yanchuan always does not know how to get along with him, so he simply relies on it every day. Nothing to do in the flower shop.

The final exams are over one after another, most of the students have left school, and the flower shop is very quiet these days, so Yu Yanchuan simply started a fortune-telling business beside him.

The fortune-telling business is more lucrative than selling flowers. Yu Yanchuan counted Tarot cards for a few days, and began to think about whether he could make a living by this if he was kicked out of the house one day.

Maybe it's because he has been too depressed recently, and He Mingming couldn't stand it any longer, so he asked him to come out to the sports betting bar to have a good time.

In summer, when the days were long, the sun was still hanging in the sky when Yu Yanchuan walked out of the subway station. He bought a lottery ticket along the way and chose 55.

The lights in the bar were dazzling, Yu Yanchuan walked across the dance floor and saw He Mingming in a suit and shorts.

He raised his eyebrows and froze for a moment: "What do you mean by this outfit?"

"I went to see a client with my dad in the morning." He Mingming also felt at a loss for this outfit, and waved his hands to turn the topic over, "When are you leaving?"

Yu Yanchuan put his arm around his neck: "It's just this week."

"Tomorrow is also this week, and it will be this week after seven days." He was pulled down by him tomorrow, and he kept muttering endlessly.

"The day after tomorrow." After Yu Yanchuan finished speaking, he refined it a little more, "The morning of the day after tomorrow."

"Damn it!" He Mingming shouted in shock, "If you fly in the early morning the day after tomorrow, don't you just leave tomorrow night!"

His voice was deafening, and even the loud voices and chaotic music couldn't cover it up, Yu Yanchuan threw him out of his arms in disgust: "I sent you a message when I landed, it's not like I won't be able to see you anymore. "

He Mingming responded in a low voice, stopped screaming, and sat down at the high table in silence before saying, "I'm just not used to it."

"Don't you, there are so many people drinking and drinking with you." Yu Yanchuan took a cigarette in his mouth, tapped his fingers on the table, and said to the bartender, "Negroni."

He Mingming hung his head in frustration: "It's not the same."

The shaker cup in the bartender's hand jingled, and Yu Yanchuan watched him turn his wrist skillfully.

"Then come find me when you are free." Yu Yanchuan said, "I guess I will stay there until the end of the year."

The light golden wine was poured into the wine glass, and it shone with a light orange red under the brilliant lights.

Yu Yanchuan seldom ordered alcohol other than beer. When he went out with others before, he was always told that he didn't understand alcohol, but he really just didn't want to get drunk outside.

But today he also wants to indulge a little bit, after all, this may be the last time he visits a sports betting bar this year.

He didn't drink much tomorrow, and kept spitting out his bitterness. He said that the company was hit by walls everywhere, that he was full of snobbish eyes, and that he didn't like the group of people who followed the wind. Halfway through the talk, he ordered a snack platter .

He stopped after eating three Orleans chicken wings, apparently tired.

Yu Yanchuan drank one cup after another until his whole body became hot. He leaned against the bar counter and quietly looked at the platter of French fries stacked on top of each other.

He met his gaze tomorrow, raised his oily fingers and patted his face: "Are you okay?"

Yu Yanchuan turned his head slightly to avoid it, and closed his eyes forcefully.

The untrimmed hair was scattered on the side of the face, and half of the face was shrouded in shadow under the dim light. The scar left on the arch of the eyebrow by a crowd fighting many days ago still left a faint shadow after it healed. The reflection looks a bit like a broken eyebrow.

Yu Yanchuan stared straight at himself in the reflected light. There were crowds of people behind the glass. In the interlacing of light and shadow, he could actually see Lin Yu's shadow.

This chin is really fucking like, he just found out about it, he might not be able to give birth to such a like in his own life.

"You are not in the right mood today." He Ming said.

Yu Yanchuan still had the bitter taste of Campari in his mouth, he drank the bottom of the wine glass in one gulp, and pushed the glass to the bar again.

"Are you serious?" He Mingming was suddenly a little nervous, and leaned over and said, "Do you not want to leave? It has something to do with Tan Xu? You didn't tell him?"

"If I don't tell, he won't know?" Yu Yanchuan grabbed a handful of hair and put down his long legs that were on the high stool.

He Mingming finally knew why he was so chic tonight: "You have to take care of the branch office. Most people in the circle know that because of this... it's not worth it."

I didn't say I was doing it for this matter.

Yu Yanchuan was too lazy to speak, and simply guessed freely.

He never drank for anyone, he drank whenever he wanted.

This period of emotional life with a bleak future is not so miserable that he needs to drink to relieve his worries, and Lin Yu's sudden birth is not so stimulating that he needs to drink to relieve his sorrow. Yu Yanchuan is just a little frustrated and wants to do something to vent.

Maybe it was because he found out that Tan Xu was lying to him.

Even before he came here, he was sure that no matter what happened in the near future, he should not be credulous, and he could not define any link without seeing the whole picture, and a conversation that pinpointed the cause and effect could not prove that Tan Xu was lying to him.

But he found that he was still aggrieved by the fact that "Tan Xu did a lot of things behind my back".

Compare your heart with your heart, no wonder Tan Xu was so angry when he heard that he was going abroad.

Yu Yanchuan doesn't have any plans for his own life, and always adheres to the principle of taking one step at a time, flowering a shop, going abroad, everything goes with the flow.

Not very positive attitude towards life, but Yu Yanchuan enjoys it very much.

Today was considered a blessing, so he was driven out of the shelves. He received a call from Yu Xinghai during the day, and immediately booked him a ticket for the early morning of the day after tomorrow.

Yu Yanchuan drank too fast, and when his stamina came back, he felt dizzy, and his reaction was extremely slow. Seeing He Mingming gestured three fingers in front of his eyes and asked him what it was, it took him a long time to understand this sentence. the meaning of.

It's like being pushed out by the doctor just after a complete anesthesia operation, and then kindly asked him "what's your name".

The noisy sound in the bar was far away, and he sat where he was, eating up the remaining French fries on the platter.

When she came back to her senses, Tan Xu's face was already in front of her eyes.

Yu Yanchuan's gaze seemed to be mixed with glue, and he traced along Tan Xu's face and body viscously, before he could see who this person was.

He was not so drunk that he couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams, so he turned to look for He Mingming with a French fries in his mouth.

He Mingming stood behind Tan Xu, with a guilty conscience that could be seen by a drunk.

"Why did you call him here?" Yu Yanchuan asked.

"I asked him." Tan Xu snatched the french fries from his mouth, looking worried, "Can you still walk back upright?"

This was the first time He Ming saw Tan Xu on such an occasion. He was wearing a white shirt that didn't fit in a bar, and the cuffs of his short sleeves had a faint circle of wine stains on the way he squeezed over.

Young Master Tan, who was always gentle and cheerful in the past, put on a stinky face at this moment, and pulled Yu Yanchuan off the chair very naturally and with some force.

"Don't feel dizzy." It was okay when she was still, but when she moved, she felt as if a soymilk maker was installed in her mind, and it was stirring around. Yu Yanchuan waved Tan Xu's hand away, "I can go by myself."

He Mingmo moved back silently.

In his imagination, the relationship between Tan Xu and Yu Yanchuan should be the kind of mutual courtesy, but it seems that they are going to fight.

There was fire in Tan Xu's tone: "It's 01:30 in the morning, did I disturb you all night?"

"No, let's go." Yu Yanchuan pressed his forehead hard.

He still couldn't figure out why Tan Xu came here to find someone, but he knew subconsciously that he actually wanted Tan Xu to come.

Now here he is, just right.

Tan Xu restrained himself from having a seizure. He realized that He Mingming was still here. He was not in the mood to continue pretending to be Young Master Tan. He patted He Mingming's arm, turned around and left: "I'll invite you this time."

After coming out of the bar, he was covered in hot air, the smell of alcohol on Yu Yanchuan's body became obvious, and the driver looked sideways frequently when he got in the taxi.

But Yu Yanchuan calmed down all of a sudden, he just leaned on the back seat and closed his eyes to rest his mind. After getting out of the chaotic background of the bar, alcohol brought only dizziness in front of his eyes.

Tan Xu thought he had fallen asleep and pushed his arm when he got out of the car.

But when Yu Yanchuan opened his eyes, the fundus of his eyes was still bright and clear. He got out of the car steadily, consciously went upstairs, and even pointed at the keyhole to open the door.

The community was quiet in the early morning, and the sound of footsteps was very clear at this time. Tan Xu walked in behind him, and closed the door to slowly block the light in the stairwell.

Before Tan Xu fumbled to turn on the light in the living room, he was pulled away by a strong force.

Yu Yanchuan dragged him back and forth a few steps, his hot body pressed against him in the dark, Tan Xu was afraid that he would step on something and fall, so he firmly guarded his back with one hand: "Turn on the light!"

But Yu Yanchuan turned a deaf ear, he lost his way in the chaotic darkness, hit something on his heel, and fell directly backwards on the sofa.

Tan Xu was pulled down together by him, his breath was full of the strong smell of alcohol, but he knew that Yu Yanchuan was not drunk.

He didn't want to go to bed with Yu Yanchuan at this time, during this period of time when they didn't understand each other's minds and spent a lot of effort to distance themselves.

Just like a primary school student who has not thought about whether to confess to his ambiguous tablemate, at this stage, it seems that pulling hands is a kind of defilement of feelings.

Weird idea.

But it was rare for Yu Yanchuan to be bothersome. He clasped the back of Tan Xu's head, inserted his fingers between his hair and forced him to bow his head.

"Come on," he said.