impatience

Mo Ziyi started working after returning to the company, and the end of the year was approaching. He and Zhang Ran wanted to end some current projects as soon as possible and take a vacation early.After working for a whole year, everyone is not in the mood to work anymore. Many things can only be summed up in four words: we will talk about it after the year.

After work, Zhang Ran asked him, "Shall we have dinner together?"

"Do not."

"?" Zhang Ran was a little surprised, "What are you doing, you made an appointment with someone else?"

"No." Mo Ziyi lowered his head and wrapped his scarf around him, "I'm tired, I want to go back and rest."

"Okay, alas, I quarreled again, and no one will accompany me to dinner."

"Why are you arguing?"

"It's all trivial things, I'm used to it." Zhang Ran sighed, "It's tiring to fall in love."

"Tired? If you're tired, why are you talking?"

Zhang Ran looked at him strangely: "What you said makes it seem like you have never been in a relationship. Although you are tired sometimes, you are still happy a lot, and even ordinary friends will have troubles." time?"

"Hmm." Mo Ziyi thought for a while, "What do you think is the most important basis for two people to fall in love?"

"What's the matter with you? You've talked with so many girlfriends, and now you're asking this kind of question?" Zhang Ran couldn't understand Mo Ziyi a little bit, "If you like it, stay together, let's talk about it first, why bother so much ?Look at Lu Zhan and Li Jing, even if it’s not easy for boys to be together, don’t they still be together openly? What’s the matter? It's difficult, the probability of being able to like each other is even less, what is there to consider?"

Mo Ziyi pondered for a while, then patted Zhang Ran on the shoulder: "I used to be short-sighted. From now on, I can not only ask Lu Zhan about this kind of thing, but also discuss it with you."

"That's not true, who hasn't come here from the sea of ​​love." Zhang Ran flicked his bangs.

"Has your girlfriend coaxed you?" Mo Ziyi asked him with a smile.

"Fuck." Zhang Ran waved his hand, "Farewell."

Mo Ziyi went home and took a shower, packed his luggage, and then curled up on the sofa under a blanket to watch TV.

He was a little nervous, because he hadn't seen Luo Fei face to face for a long time, and...Moreover, Mo Ziyi didn't know what to say about his question, so he couldn't just say "I'm willing" before he was asked, right?But if he kept silent, Mo Ziyi would feel panicked again, and his face would become very thin in front of Luo Fei. I don't know why.

After thinking about it for a while, the sound of pressing the password came from outside the door.

Mo Ziyi's heart beat fast, and he didn't know what to do, he just sat on the sofa and stared blankly in the direction of the door.

The door was opened, Luo Fei was wearing a padded jacket, carrying a few bags of things in his hand, he did not enter the door in a hurry, but stood by the door, looked at Mo Ziyi with a smile, and asked him, "Can I come in?"

His eyebrows and eyes are more realistic and beautiful than in the video. He seems to be a little thinner. He stands tall and his head is about to reach the door frame, but he doesn't look oppressive. Instead, he looks like a man who just returned home after buying groceries. The hostess, with a soft smile on his face.

Mo Ziyi remembered the first time he saw Luo Fei. He was wearing sunglasses, showing the lower half of his face, with a naughty and disdainful smile on his lips. Later, when he threatened himself, his eyes were dark and oppressive. Not polite to speak.But three years have passed, and during the past few months with him, Luo Fei seems to have completely changed in front of him. Mo Ziyi has seen all his tenderness and patience, and what he never imagined, his that kind of like.

Mo Ziyi nodded: "Please come in."

Luo Fei smiled, entered the door and changed his shoes, took off his coat and put it on the shelf by the entrance, his movements were familiar and natural.

He put a bunch of bags on the table, then walked to the sofa, saw Mo Ziyi was looking up at him slightly, so he stretched out his hand to rub his chin: "What's the matter, haven't seen you for a long time?" , want to take a closer look at me?"

His hands were a little cold, Mo Ziyi frowned and shrunk his chin.

Luo Fei wanted to withdraw his hand, but Mo Ziyi took his hand out of the blanket, held Luo Fei's hand, and said, "Your hand is so cold."

His hands were soft and white, with warm palms. Now Luo Fei felt that, what kind of soup to drink, as long as he was held by Mo Ziyi, his whole body would warm up, especially his heart.

The two sat at the table, Luo Fei opened the bag and took out the food, and said while arranging, "I bought it in a Cantonese-style tea restaurant. My friend said the taste is quite authentic. You can eat it."

He bought a lot, shrimp dumplings, siu mai, chicken feet, horseshoe cake... The soup that Mo Ziyi said also bought several cups, and put it on the table, it was more lively than the banquet.

"I bought too much..." Mo Ziyi held the chopsticks and didn't know where to start, "It's a waste if you can't finish it."

"It's okay, you eat more, you are so skinny, you can see that you are a picky eater, if I buy more, you will have more choices, right?" Luo Fei opened a small cup, "This beef ball soup is what I specially called them I made it, you know, the beef balls in Chaoshan are very famous, when I went to Guangdong, I liked the beef balls hotpot there the most.”

He picked up a steaming beef ball and blew gently, then brought it to Mo Ziyi's mouth: "Take a bite, be careful of burning."

He was even more caring than a nanny, Mo Ziyi wondered if Luo Fei had learned some novice dad tutorials, how could he become so gentle and considerate.

He lowered his head and took a bite. The hot beef balls were firm and elastic. When he bit down, he seemed to be able to hear the sound of oil juice splattering inside. After chewing twice, he could taste a refreshing and rich taste. Milky, with a little salty taste, neither bland nor heavy, it is worth aftertaste.

"Is it delicious?" Luo Fei asked him.

Mo Ziyi nodded: "It's delicious."

Luo Fei put the beef balls left by Mo Ziyi into his mouth, chewed them a few times and then nodded: "It's really authentic. Next time we can go to the store to eat, the taste should be even better."

An unknown TV series was playing on the TV, the table was rising with the heat of the food, and all kinds of aromas were filling his nose. Luo Fei was sitting at the table picking up vegetables and feeding them, talking non-stop. Mo Ziyi felt in a trance. , life seems to be like this.

Mo Ziyi was forced to eat a lot by Luo Fei, and he had never felt so full in his life.

After the two of them cleared the dining table, Mo Ziyi moved to the sofa and tried to sit down, but Luo Fei grabbed him.

"It's not allowed to sit down after eating, I'm so lazy, you stand for me to digest."

"I'm so tired from eating, shouldn't I rest after eating?" Mo Ziyi was a little persistent and wanted to sit on the sofa again.

Luo Fei also held him persistently: "I have to lose weight to you. If you are a little fatter, you can sit down after eating like this. I don't know how the fat on the stomach will pile up." He took Mo Ziyi's hand and led him Walking around the house, "I can't sit down, let's walk slowly around twice to digest."

Mo Ziyi could only let him lead him around, but he didn't exert any effort, dragging his body, and all his strength was brought by Luo Fei.

Luo Fei was so angry that he turned around: "You have to ask me to fuck you on the bed to be obedient?!"

Mo Ziyi suddenly gained strength, and walked directly in front of Luo Fei: "No, I'm leaving now."

The two walked around the room for more than ten minutes, and Luo Fei finally let Mo Ziyi go to rest, and then he took out a set of pajamas from a paper bag: "I'm going to take a shower."

"Did you bring your pajamas?" Mo Ziyi asked as he curled up on the sofa.

"I bought three sets, and I put them all here." Luo Fei glanced at him and went into the bathroom.

Mo Ziyi stared at the TV without listening to a single line.