Just hug me

Companionship is the longest confession of love.

During the seven years of Lin Guancheng's undergraduate and master's studies, Fang Yan's small studio has become a decent company, from the initial small team of seven people to over a hundred employees now.

But no matter how busy Fang Yan is, she will continue to spare time to attend classes with him and drive him home.

Women always say that when a man has his own career, his heart will grow bigger, he will start to be dissatisfied, and look down on the people around him.

Lin Guancheng also asked this question childishly.

Fang Yan hooked the corners of her lips, this is nonsense, she pointed at his forehead and said, "It's because their men are not good enough, and they don't love them enough."

Moreover, their world is nothing but a family husband, they don’t know how to manage, they obviously have countless opportunities to improve themselves, but they insist on forcing themselves to grow old, admiring themselves, and then using their ugliest side to question and complain.

Lin Guancheng acquiesced, lowered his head and whispered, "I'm a little suffocated, I can't breathe."

Fang Yan frowned and looked over, "What did you just say?"

Lin Guancheng hugged Fang Yan, leaned against his chest, pressed his face tightly, feeling the heat in his ears.

He said seriously: "I love you too."

That's more or less.

During class, Lin Guancheng met the boy who was looking for Qi Hao several times.

He sat down with his textbook in his arms, and was stunned for two seconds. The person he saw just now looked familiar. Out of curiosity, Lin Guancheng looked back again, and it was the boy.

The boy saw him looking over and greeted him with a smile.

Lin Guancheng nodded.

The boy's name is Song Ming. He has a pair of pear dimples. When he smiles, he will show a pair of canine teeth, which is very cute.

Qi Hao was not very happy, shaking his legs, and said fiercely: "Look at the fart."

Lin Guancheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and said lightly, "Look at you."

No one can escape the law of true fragrance.

Invisibly scolded back, Qi Hao was already in a bad mood, but when he saw Lin Guancheng's eyes, it was weird, as if he was looking at the same kind, but also seemed to see through him, he felt a shock in his heart.

He emphasized again: "I'm not like you."

As if that wasn't enough.

Qi Hao gritted his teeth again and explained: "Don't fucking talk nonsense, he insists on coming, and I can't stop him."

Lin Guancheng heard the boy say in a low voice: "I know your schedule by heart very well."

An hour and a half later, the bell rang, and Lin Guancheng raised his foot to leave, but when he remembered something, he took two steps back, looked at Qi Hao and said, "I heard you call him Xiaoming."

Hearing this, Qi Hao's face was terribly gloomy, and his facial muscles were tense, "You heard it wrong!"

What's wrong with calling Xiao Ming?My mother's nature is kind and protects the weak, I can't bear to hurt others casually, treat him as my younger brother, what's wrong with calling him!

Lin Guancheng curled his lips and said nothing.

Qi Hao stared and said, "What the hell are you laughing at?"

Lin Guancheng said, "I didn't laugh."

He turned his head and waved to Song Ming, "Goodbye."

Qi Hao's head was about to explode, and his heart was roaring, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, and said: "If you fall in love with him, quickly add a WeChat. This is the last time, there will be no chance in the future. Hurry up."

Lin Guancheng said in his heart that he would see you again.

Due to work needs, Fang Yan often travels to other places.The bosses of other people's homes take advantage of the opportunity to hang out at clubs and pick up girls after busy work. Fang Yan also goes shopping, buying a bunch of special products for the daughter-in-law at home who is only interested in studying.

In the evening, when I returned to the hotel, I had to continue talking on the phone.

Lin Guancheng remembered very clearly that Fang Yan was going out of town for the first time. He was busy preparing for the final exam and had no time to go with him.

In just these three days, Fang Yan said "I miss you" and "I miss you so much" more than 100 times.

Lin Guancheng kept his eyes on the draft paper, and responded while drawing: "Me too."

Sometimes after a drinking party, Fang Yan was so deluded, his face was reddish in the hazy night, and he hiccupped and said: "Daughter-in-law, I want to □□." The voice was lazy and magnetic.

In an instant, the phone was hung up.

Fang Yan squinted his eyes and looked at the phone screen. He didn't say anything wrong. He called back and asked, "Why are you still hanging up?"

Lin Guancheng said: "Drink less wine, and... don't talk anymore."

Fang Yan asked back, "What did you say?"

There was no response from the other side for a long time, only the sound of clear breathing was heard.

Fang Yan leaned against the window sill, hooked his chin, "I learned a line of poetry."

"What poem?"

"I never tire of seeing each other, only Lin Guancheng."

The air was quiet, and no one laughed at his nondescript and non-rhyming poem.

After a while, Lin Guancheng said, "I'm on vacation tomorrow, so I'll book a ticket to find you."

The curvature of Fang Yan's lips did not disappear, she closed her eyes and said, "I'll be home the day after tomorrow."

"I want to see you tomorrow."

The traffic outside the window was extremely noisy, Fang Yan's heart was clear, and a small fish named Lin Guancheng was easily hooked.

Many boys who do game development have money to raise girlfriends but have no hair to date girls.

Writing script programs is meticulous, and life is powerless without a computer.The only good thing about working in the company is that you don’t need to clock in to work, and you won’t deduct money if you are late. However, you are often busy and demanding when you start a project, and it is not uncommon for you to call back and redo.

My impression of the boss is that he is handsome, casual yet rigorous.

At the celebration banquet after the press conference, someone patiently joked with the boss that a game company hired a lot of encouragers, that is, some young girls with delicate faces in maid outfits, laughing and cheering for the programmers.

The single male employee at the same table heard the words and his eyes lit up instantly.

The boss smiled and said that he would consider the entertainment benefits in this area. It didn't sound like a lie to those present, and they even had a vague expectation in their hearts.

The boss really did.

Within two days, the company set up another area with more than a dozen pieces of fitness equipment, treadmills, and comprehensive training equipment, all shiny new, as if shouting "Come and play with me."

The explanation given by Fang Yan is that humanistic care has been exhausted, and an overly open approach can easily cause family conflicts, so it should not be adopted.

Privately, it was rumored that the boss must be a strict wife.

The kind that is easy to beat with a little bit of meat.

Later, they accidentally saw the boss's family. It was a boy who was prettier than the boss. It was said that he was still in school.

As for what it's like to close the door, it's not clear.

The project experiment has reached a critical stage, and it is inseparable from people, and sometimes it is impossible to take care of meals.

Lin Guancheng looked at the pile of reports and pinched his eyebrows. He remembered that the next day was Fang Yan's birthday, and he couldn't and couldn't forget it.

He remembered the first birthday he spent with Fang Yan.

Lin Guancheng felt that he might have knocked on the door in his head at that time, the kind where all the wrinkles were knocked out.

That night, Fang Yan was working with a laptop.

Lin Guancheng went out for a trip, pinched it, and when he came back, he had a dewy rose in his mouth, crawled up to Fang Yan, raised his hand and gently closed the computer.

"Brother, happy birthday."

Fang Yan looked at him, looked at his posture, rolled his Adam's apple up and down twice nervously, his heart was already turbulent, but he quietly did not move, waiting for the next article.

Lin Guancheng took the rose and brought it in front of him, smiled sweetly, and parted his thin lips: "Brother, I don't care about human beings tonight, I only think about you."

Fang Yan stared at him, the emotion in his eyes seemed to swallow him whole, and rubbed him into his arms.

"Say it again." Fang Yan said, "Two sentences together."

Lin Guancheng was startled, did as he did, and said it again.

Fang Yan picked up the phone, clicked play, and Lin Guancheng's voice came out, clearly and blatantly.How could it not be recorded.

Lin Guancheng said: "If you want to hear it, I will tell you every day."

The shy roses bloomed delicately, and the bright red petals scattered all over the bed. I don't remember exactly what happened afterwards, but Lin Guancheng only remembered that Fang Yan took two days off for himself.

His back was sore and his legs were weak, he couldn't get out of bed because of the pain, and all meals had to be brought to the bedside table.

Thinking about it now, I still have lingering fears.Lin Guancheng shook his head, and the next few times seemed to be the same.

He said hello in advance, and went back late, so there was no need to wait.

After tidying up and going out, I still saw a familiar figure at the gate of the courtyard.

Fang Yan leaned against the car window, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at him with a smile.

Nothing seemed to have changed. Seven years later, Fang Yan was still able to see Lin Guancheng at a glance in the dim light and among the noisy crowd, because it was too dazzling.Just like students can always accurately locate the person they like in the noisy get out of class break.

Students passing by cast a few glances from time to time, looking at this man with a straight shirt and an extraordinary bearing.

Fang Yan took the things and opened the car door, "Tomorrow is my birthday."

Lin Guancheng nodded and said yes.

"You said that you would promise me a request every year on my birthday."

"I didn't come to school for three days last year." Speaking of this, Lin Guancheng's ears turned red.

Fang Yan didn't take it seriously, "It only takes you three days."

After eating, Fang Yan put his hands in his pockets, rubbing something.

Lin Guancheng pretended not to see the bulging piece.

Fang Yan touched it, then stretched out his hand again.

A few days ago, my mother called and said that she was optimistic about a small country where same-sex marriage is legal. The scenery is also good, and it is especially suitable for weddings.He also urged him why he didn't propose to anyone.

If you don't get married, it will be too late, and the wife can't wait to run away with others.

Fang Yan said it was not too late, the ceremony was not missed.

In my heart, I was more excited than anyone else, and asked Lin Guancheng's progress every day intentionally or unintentionally, and looked at the calendar to look at the old yellow calendar.

When he got home, he didn't even take out the small box.

It's not even my birthday yet, there are still a few hours left.

But he didn't want to pinch it. It felt too boring and uninspiring, and unconsciously repeated the actions that a person had secretly contacted countless times in his mind.

Lin Guancheng wanted to go into the bathroom to take a shower. He yawned and said, "I have to go to bed early today, and I have to go to the laboratory tomorrow."

Fang Yan frowned, he did it on purpose, it must be.

Fang Yan shouted, "I'll wash with you."

The two had been honest with each other many times, kissing and being intimate in the mist, Lin Guancheng still blushed.In a daze, he saw a bright light, which flashed by.

When he raised his hand again, there seemed to be something extra on his ring finger.

Lin Guancheng touched the platinum ring on his knuckles and said, "It's not fair." Fang Yan hugged him tightly, "You promised me."

"Trapping is a lifetime, and you have no chance to regret it."

The author has something to say:

It's over

Thanks for being with me for three months, tolerance (//?//)

In the author's heart, these two children have finally grown up a little bit.

The story is not over, the sweetness continues.There will be occasional episodes, maybe talking about the poor Song Ming.

Really appreciate all the little angels!

The new articles are all in the manuscript and detailed outline, and it is not determined whether the elder brother or the pet will be opened first.

Looking at it now, it tends to be the former, and I will think about self-reflection and reflection issues before opening.

After the report, I will definitely not do such scumbags such as changing the setting midway m(__)m

It's probably a story about a young bastard who is reckless in his bones and meets a deep and reserved old bastard.

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