lover relationship

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Sang Ye sat back at Fu Zhifei's house again, slumped on the sofa like a salted fish.

Fu Zhifei hated his boneless appearance the most, but when he thought of Sang Ye's "confession" just now, he felt amused and gloated.

Sang Ye glared at him angrily: "Son, if you dare to laugh out loud today, you will be finished. Let's break up our friendship. There is nothing to talk about. I will take all your investment money for myself! All! Let you Go be a pauper!"

Fu Zhifei felt quite helpless about his childishness, and in some respects, Sang Ye was still that three or five-year-old kid with a snotty nose, childish.

Fu Zhifei: "Then what do you think?"

"What can I think, no matter what I think, it's just an idea, can I really contribute my ass!" Sang Ye said weakly, "Hey, you say, both are 1, you really can't... ah, in a certain Time to suddenly discover your 'product diversification' side?"

Fu Zhifei shook his head, he was still gloating after being silent for a while, for Sangye, who is so wild, unexpectedly found someone who could discipline him, it's really... heavenly reincarnation.

Sang Ye looked at Fu Zhifei shaking his head, covered his face with his hand in dejection, and lamented: "Am I really going to be a ball?"

Fu Zhifei felt that he couldn't understand: "Are you playing with him for real or just like you used to?"

"Of course not for real!" Sang Ye is like a cat whose tail has been stepped on. "Who will come for real with him! It's because I don't come for real, it's just for fun, so I feel...fuck, my ass is worth selling not worth!"

Fu Zhifei was speechless, how confident Sang Ye was when he talked about how to bring down Sang Qin before, how depressed he is now.

After thinking about it, Mr. Fu still persuaded: "I told you before, don't play like that, you will fall down one day sooner or later. If you don't really want to be with him, then don't pursue any type of stimulation. If you don't want to, forget it. Let's talk about a serious relationship."

Sang Ye clicked his tongue, looked up at the ceiling of Fu Zhifei's house, his eyes were empty and then gathered a little light: "Xiao Fei, you don't understand, we are different."

"Yes, Boss Sang has grown up. He is no longer a crying follower. He has made a lot of money and has the level to play." Fu Zhifei said this mercilessly, "But have you ever thought about the Money comes and goes, and there is a saying that "a thousand pieces of gold will come back". People's emotional energy is limited. It's like a cup of tea. The first brew is astringent, the second is fragrant, and the third is mellow. Yes, the fourth and fifth time you pass the water again, it will become weak and old."

Sang Ye felt that what he said was reasonable, but he said, "Do you think I will listen?"

Fu Zhifei sighed.

"It's not the first time you've said something like this to me, but we're different," Sang Ye said earnestly, "Your family was raised by your parents, and you have your elder brother as a role model. Although you haven't reconciled with them now, you are well-bred. "

"I didn't," Sang Ye said, "I was a follower for a few years when I was young, but during the time abroad, I didn't. What I saw was not the love of my parents, nor the kind of family that Aunt Fu hoped to see in you. Consummation. I have no upbringing, and I don’t have the elegance of drinking tea, worldly, money-worshipping, self-indulgent, vengeful, just like me... Heh, what kind of 'serious love' do you think I should talk about?"

"Aye..." Fu Zhifei sighed, "Don't say that about yourself."

"This is the truth," Sang Ye said lightly, "My mother's love affair is serious enough, she has a deep and lofty pursuit of love, family, but in the end?"

Fu Zhifei said: "You take things too absolutely, and there are still more loving couples in the world."

Sang Ye: "But I didn't see a single one."

Fu Zhifei: "..."

"No one will really be with me because 'I' is 'me'. People who hold such thoughts leave in the end, because they feel that I am too pretentious and overacting, and they can't accept it."

Sang Ye took out another cigarette and wanted to smoke, the puppy suddenly lay on his calf, Sang Ye poked it on the head with his fingers, finally he didn't light the cigarette, and bit between his teeth to enjoy himself.

Fu Zhifei: "Then you and Lin Wei, are you going to be so ambiguous...to get along?"

"Lin Wei and I..." Sang Ye bit his cigarette butt, "This feeling is a bit subtle. How did he say, compared with the previous Xiaoqinger, he is a little cuter. He is not here for money, nor is he here to court. It's not about nurturing or trying to seduce me to fall in love, we are more like people along the way."

Although Fu Zhifei is the same person, his thinking is still reserved and introverted, and he cannot accept Sang Ye's attitude and practice of separation of love, so that after hearing Sang Ye's description, he wanted to laugh a little, and asked, "Lover?"

"Ah, lover," Sang Ye laughed, "The relationship between lovers is stronger than friends with benefits, wilder than love, how happy it is!"

Fu Zhifei patted Sang Ye on the head angrily: "It's alright son, you've never heard of me, you've already thought it over, and you still come to ask me what I do!"

Speaking of this Sang Ye was wilting again, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Sang Ye scratched his hair: "Son! You have to know that this is a world of 'no one and no one to rely on'! 'One call is hard' This is the difference in status! It is the success or failure of the victory! Don't you want to watch Am I '1 ding lonely'!"

Fu Zhifei laughed out loud looking at him, and said gloatingly, "You can also talk about Plato with your 'lover'."

He bit the word "lover" quite hard, obviously mocking Sang Ye——

"Plato is such a fucking lover!" Sang Ye said as he lifted the table.

Fu Zhifei patted the "little corpse" Sang Ye sympathetically on the sofa who had been arranged by life: "Then you 'reduce it to 0', son."

Sang Ye almost screamed at him, it was too uncomfortable.

It was too hard for him to suffer.

Sang Yelai escaped from the world with Fu Zhifei. Fu Zhifei chatted with him for a while, and he didn't seem to have any intention of leaving. In the end, he didn't bother to talk to him, and went to the study to paint.

In the afternoon, Mrs. Fu’s housekeeping aunt came with vegetables, and when she saw Sang Ye, she said "Ouch" and said, "There are guests at home! Mrs. Fu didn't tell me in advance, you see, this little Fu sometimes forgets when he draws." I'm going to buy more vegetables!"

Sang Yewai was reading travel magazines on the sofa at Fu Zhifei's house. It wasn't until this time that he sat up in shock from his dying illness, and quickly said, "Farewell, auntie! I'll be leaving in a while!"

The housekeeping aunt was very enthusiastic: "Hey! Why are you going! Let's have a meal together, and I will make you whatever you want!"

Sang Ye was still a little embarrassed, so he heard the next sentence from his aunt asking: "The young man is really handsome, how old is he? Do you have a girlfriend?"

Sang Ye's scalp was numb, and he felt that he was not well. He jumped up like a rabbit, shouted "Fu Zhifei, I'm leaving", and then ran away.

The housekeeping aunt couldn't stop her, so she could only sigh from behind: "Okay, what are you doing running so fast! What's the matter with the boys nowadays, don't they fall in love?"

Sang Ye jumped out of the door and received a message from Fu Zhifei. He didn't know why: Be careful on the road, son.

Ono, your father: I deeply suspect that you draw according to the dots, in order to avoid the blind date offensive of the housekeeping aunt (contempt) (contempt)

I don't know if it's wrong: ...

Ono's father: So it seems that you are more miserable. Aunt Fu at home wants you to go on a blind date, and you can't escape the clutches of your middle-aged mother even if you live alone.

I don't know if it's wrong: ...

Before Sang Ye could joke a little more, his phone vibrated again, and Lin Wei asked him: Have you had dinner yet?

Sang Ye frowned, and replied, "I ate it."

"Oh?" Such a small word popped up on the screen, which immediately gave Sangye a bad feeling.

The other party showed that he was typing, and Sang Ye had already gone down to the first floor to drive, but he was not very interested, so he just waited for Lin Wei's reply.

I didn't wait for his news, but I waited for his call.

Sang Ye looked at the vibrating phone and didn't answer it right away, which made him seem too impatient.

After two seconds of shaking, he leisurely connected the phone and said lazily, "Hey, what's Boss Lin's order?"

Lin Wei laughed on the other end of the phone: "Eating alone?"

"Tsk, how do you talk, do I seem to be someone who can eat alone, then there must be three people to eat," Sang Ye said, "One for me, one for my wife, and one for my wife's belly."

Lin Wei said lightly, "I won't give birth."

"Pfft..." Sang Ye laughed badly, "No, I said why are you like this?"

"How am I?"

Sang Ye leaned against the car door and laughed for a long time: "Don't you think that you say 'I can't give birth' in such a cold tone that your subordinates are crying, is it particularly perverted?"

Lin Wei snorted lightly on the other end, and then said, "I haven't eaten yet."

Sang Ye: "None of my business?"

"Din with me." Boss Lin ordered coldly.

Sang Ye scolded with a smile: "Go away, you're so arrogant, you want me to accompany you, can you afford a tip for drinks?"

Lin Wei smiled over there: "I'll take you to see Su Zhuang's wine cellar."

"Huh?" Sang Ye became a little interested, and said with an attitude, "What's so interesting about Su Zhuang's wine cellar, Bordeaux or Burgundy?"

Lin Wei's attitude was much colder: "Then good night."

"Hey, you!" Sang Ye laughed, "If you don't give people steps, can't you let me, huh?"

Sang Ye's platinum member status in Suzhuang was very useful, and he was taken to Lin Yu's exclusive room. The suite was in a remote corner of Suzhuang, with good lighting and a relatively small hot spring.

Sang Ye whistled, and was a little surprised when he saw the small dishes in front of Lin Wei: "You just eat this?"

On the table are all Suhe's home-cooked dishes, fresh mushrooms, small green vegetables, diced chicken, a bowl of meatloaf soup, and a bowl of rice.

This is really not like Lin Wei's quality of life.

Lin Wei probably had a meeting in the afternoon, and his shirt didn't have a single crease. Last night, when the weather changed, he wore a V-neck woolen vest over his shirt, his tie was fastened in the vest with a tie clip, and he wore shiny leather shoes.

Sang Ye stomped on his shoe, then pointed to the homely little Sanxian and said to Lin Wei, "Ah—"

Lin Wei fed him a mouthful, and Sang Ye understood that, sure enough, the taste of Lin Wei's home-cooked food was also very different from that of ordinary takeaway restaurants.

It is impossible for capitalists to go from extravagance to frugality.

Lin Wei ate elegantly and did not talk to Sang Ye, who was bored and hungry.

But there are only a few small dishes in front of Lin Wei, and only a set of tableware in Lin Wei's hand, obviously not for him, he can't keep asking Lin Wei to feed him!

Sang Ye looked at Lin Wei suspiciously, deeply thinking that he was playing tricks on him again.

Lin Wei's movements were graceful, but his speed was not too slow. As long as Sang Ye was whipping him with a small whip in his heart, he had already eaten.

"See what I do?" Lin Wei said, wiping his mouth gracefully.

Sang Ye: "Didn't you tell me to take me to see the wine cellar?"

Lin Wei put down his handkerchief, looked at Sang Ye with a half-smile, pulled him to sit up a bit, then whispered in his ear, "No rush."

The airflow created a small wave, rolled over Sang Ye's earballs, and tickled his numb muscles along his neck.

Sang Ye glanced at Lin Chen, and met his cold and smiling eyes.

"See what I do?" Lin Wei asked again.

The author has something to say: You look good and want to do it.