[Quick Pass] The target of the strategy is the fine points

"It's cold today, Mr. Xiao should wear more clothes to prevent colds, and be careful of flu."

Shi Xia looked at the young man standing in front of the closet with his chin propped up, his eyes fixed on his upper body which had taken off his single clothes and put on a sweater, the smooth lines under the shoulder blades were hidden under the suit pants.

After so long of his hard work, Duan Li finally stopped turning off the computer and allowed him to appear within his range.

It's really gratifying to congratulate, Shi Xia is upright and even enjoys the benefits that he has obtained recklessly.

Although Duan Li has a slender body and looks tall and thin, the body hidden under the clothes is not weak, and there is even a thin layer of abdominal muscles.

Loose and broken hair covered his upper face, and the touch of black and white made his neck extraordinarily slender. Just looking at the bones, one could tell that this was a unique work of art, not to mention that his appearance was already outstanding.

Duan Li felt a gaze that almost burned him, and eagerly wanted to take off all his clothes. The two hands on the waistband of his trousers paused, and he turned his head expressionlessly. The computer turned over, and then turned back after wearing it.

"Remove that small word." He demanded sullenly, as a good young man over 20 years old, he would absolutely not tolerate hearing the word small.

This paper man became more and more unruly. At the beginning, he said that his butler was serving him, but after that frankness, he became a rascal!

Shixia looked at the sweater on his body rubbing against his chin, and raised his brows slightly when he saw that this man wanted to put another coat on top of him: "Mr. Xiao, are you trying to heat yourself to death?"

Duan Li was too lazy to argue with him: "Didn't you say you should wear more, and now you're not satisfied after I wear it." He straightened his coat and said provocatively to Shi Xia on the screen: "Pretentious."

Tokia didn't mean to be offended, and blinked his right eye at him teasingly, his peach eyes sparkled: "Thank you for the compliment."

He successfully saw Duan Li choke, as if he didn't know how such a shameless person could exist in the world, he turned off the computer with a "snap" in annoyance.

Shi Xia was overwhelmed with joy, and sure enough his lover was still so cute, he could turn into anger after a little teasing, it's really no wonder his bad tastes increased.

It was raining lightly on the empty streets, and the road in this dilapidated neighborhood was also bumpy. Duan Li took an umbrella and walked through this muddy land as usual, and there was a lot of noise in his ears.

The basic households living in this area have some small businesses, and they can sell them by setting up a stall at the door. They are not afraid of the rain as thin as stitches, and they shout at the top of their voices to attract pedestrians passing by in a hurry.

"Hey, Xiao Duan goes to work so early. Aunt Wang will bring you two steamed buns just out of the oven. This young man needs to eat enough to work hard."

Aunt Wang swiftly took two bags and stuffed them into his hands. They were ordinary-looking but enthusiastic, and the buns they sold were even thinner and filled with fillings. Many people ate breakfast at her place.

"Thank you, Aunt Wang." Duan Li nodded slightly towards her, with a rare smile on his cold face, and scanned the QR code to pay.

"What are you thankful for, kid? The one who came earlier was skinny. Seeing that no one likes to talk, can I not care about you!" Aunt Wang smiled heartily, looking at his face full of kindness.

When Duan Li first came to their place, many people came to see him. After all, such a handsome young man certainly attracted a lot of attention.

It's a pity that he doesn't like to talk. When he moves, he doesn't let things be touched, and others take the initiative to greet him, and he doesn't care. He exudes a gloomy and rebellious atmosphere.

"You were only in your teens when you came here. You were a thin and small one. If it wasn't for stomach problems and fainting, you would have been spotted by Uncle Zhang who was out for a walk. You might not have said a word to us now. You are even more rebellious than my bear boy. "

Duan Li listened quietly to her scolding, with an unknown shyness on his face, and a cotton-like warmth in his heart.

Because of the sudden death of his father, his mother remarried to someone else. Duan Li, who was only a teenager and still in college, bought a house in this remote community with installment payments with his part-time work-study program and years of lucky money. He was still bleeding while licking alone. the wound.

Fortunately, his academic performance is good, and his achievements in scholarship and research are enough to pay for his full university courses.

The mobile phone in his hand made a beep, Duan Li glanced at it and put it away.

Aunt Wang also had good eyesight, knowing that he had something to do, she let him go, turned around to greet the guests, and after a while, she muttered in a low voice, "No, today isn't Sunday?"

The busier streets and crowds are more like puppets held by strings, with the same hypocritical smirks, he might as well follow his heart to be happy and at ease, at least he knows what he needs.

The spacious street is full of traffic, and the woman sitting in the cake shop is stirring the coffee on the table. Her red dress highlights her flamboyant personality, but her beautiful face makes people feel that she should be like this. It is breathtaking.

Duan Li came in with a blank expression and sat opposite the woman: "Madam Tao, what's the matter?" His tone was alienated and polite.

The always perfect mask on the woman's face was instantly shattered, and she looked at him with complicated eyes.

"Duan Li, don't you even want to call me mom?" Tao Yao seemed a little sad, pushed the ordered cake towards him and said with a forced smile, "Try it, mango cake was your favorite when you were young It’s a pity that my mother didn’t have money to buy it at that time, but now you can eat as much as you want.”

The cold young man stared at the plate of cake. The combination of diced mango and cream made his index finger move, but he didn't have any appetite: "No need, just tell me if you have anything to say."

Tao Yao was a little dissatisfied with his attitude: "Duan Li! Is this how you talk to your mother?"

"You remarried as soon as my father left. It took a few years to think of my son. What attitude do you want me to treat you?"

Duan Li lowered his eyes and took a sip of the bitter coffee, the strong bitter taste exploded in his mouth, with a sarcasm on the corner of his mouth: "Are you grateful to Dade?"

Tao Yao looked at him and didn't know what to say. After seeing the things in his hand, he frowned fiercely, as if he had found a breakthrough, and said sharply: "These cheap goods sold on the street are not clean, throw them away quickly. !"

She was referring to the steamed stuffed buns she bought at Aunt Wang's place. After Duan Li ate one on the road, she kept holding the remaining one.

Poverty, means, face, these key words that Tao Yao hates are still tightly tied in her heart, even if she is now a rich wife, she knows exactly what those people who are close to her say about her behind their backs .

It seems to be a bell that goes with you like a shadow, ringing when she is most proud, trapping her in it like a trapped animal, starting to hate these cheap items, and sticking expensive labels all over her body, only in this way can she feel at ease .

"Don't tell me I'm leaving." Duan Li didn't have time to listen to her nonsense, so he stood up and was about to leave.

If it wasn't because he had something to do in the afternoon, he wouldn't have met this so-called mother. What's ridiculous is that he had even had a little fantasy about this woman before the meeting.

It's not that Tao Yao has never looked for him, on the contrary, he has looked for him many times, but he has never been able to pass the hurdle of his father.

And if this woman really wanted to look for him, why didn't she look for him before?

But after he survived, he loosened his grip on his scarred heart and accepted the outsiders again.