Reborn as a handsome young master

Jiang Xiaojun's face changed, and he deeply felt that he had caused a big trouble for the boss.

He squinted quietly, ready to look at Cheng Yanxiao's face, but he didn't want to collide with Cheng Yanxiao's eyes in the air.

Jiang Xiaojun's spine straightened in an instant, and his sitting posture was as standard as a well-behaved baby in kindergarten.Eager to redeem himself, he said, "This is Zhan Jianyan. He was an exchange student at the school. There is nothing between the boss and him."

"It means nothing?" Cheng Yanxiao took out the photo, and a few handwritings were slightly revealed in the photo under the light.

Cheng Yanxiao frowned slightly and turned to the back of the photo.Sure enough, there is a row of beautiful words on it: I hope our love will always be as bright as sunflowers.Word

Cheng Yanxiao turned his head to look at Jiang Xiaojun.

Jiang Xiaojun, who was slapped in the face in an instant: "..." I might die a miserable death.

Cheng Yanxiao looked at Jiang Xiaojun's silent drooping head, and raised his eyebrows helplessly.

Although I feel a little uncomfortable, but I don't want to take this matter to make a fuss, after all, I am already a passerby.

He stuffed the photos back into the album, and silently turned another page.

On the third page, I finally saw Cheng Yanxiao's original intention of opening this photo album - Huo Lang in his teenage years.

This should be a snapshot, the person who took the picture almost put the whole camera on Huo Lang's face.

In the picture, the eyes and face are magnified to make people tremble.His eyes were just looking at the camera, and there was still a little sleepiness in his eyes.The thick eyelashes and the clean and clear pupils are like a carefully carved crystal white crystal, shining with a heart-pounding light.

Cheng Yanxiao lightly passed his eyes, and then closed the album.

Jiang Xiaojun said cautiously, "Aren't you angry?"

"Don't worry, I'm not so stingy." Cheng Yanxiao patted Jiang Xiaojun's shoulder, thinking involuntarily from Jiang Xiaojun's dark red clothes to the dismemberment case, "By the way, has Officer Zhou Zheng contacted you about the follow-up of the case?"

"Eh?" Jiang Xiaojun glanced at his phone, "I changed my phone and number here after arriving in England, how about I ask?"

"Ask." Cheng Yanxiao didn't know whether to say that the two people's nerves were rough or that he was too broad. "Remember to tell me if you have any news."

"Okay." Jiang Xiaojun was still fidgeting, "Do you want to eat some other fruit? Shall I wash it?"

"It's not appropriate to eat too much at night. I'll go upstairs first." Cheng Yanxiao patted Jiang Xiaojun's shoulder.

——If you don’t even eat fruit, you must be very angry!Jiang Xiaojun looked desperate.

Cheng Yanxiao was about to tell Jiang Xiaojun to go to rest earlier, when he turned around and saw Jiang Xiaojun's face about to cry, he couldn't help but pause, and asked concerned, "Are you okay?"

Jiang Xiaojun held back for a long time before replying, "If you are not angry, I will be fine."

Cheng Yanxiao was amused by him, "I'm fine, who hasn't had a boyfriend or ex-girlfriend a few years ago, it's already turned over, it's fine."——Although I didn't.But that's clearly nothing to be proud of either.

Jiang Xiaojun watched him go upstairs anxiously, and when he was distressed, he could only knock on Zhan Lingyun to seek psychological relief.

Cheng Yanxiao slowly climbed up the stairs, since he changed into this shell, he no longer stays up late, let alone going to bed earlier and earlier.It will be 08:30 in the evening, and he is already nestled in bed playing with his mobile phone.

Cheng Yanxiao feels that the life like a salted fish is really enjoyable physically and mentally, but he can't help feeling a little guilty about wasting a day in his heart.Then, with the anxiety caused by guilt, he enthusiastically played Xiaoxiaole.

Just as he was having fun, the phone was taken away by a hand.

This was followed by a woody hug and the muffled noise, "Remember the half-hour appointment?"

"I played for 28 minutes." Cheng Yanxiao kissed Huo Lang's chin and added, "There are still two minutes."

Huo Lang cooperated and stuffed the phone back into his hand, sat on the bed with a book in his hands, and did not forget to reach out to hold Cheng Yanxiao in his arms.

Cheng Yanxiao is quite beautiful with a fleshy chest, and while playing games, he took the time to glance at the contents of the book in Huo Lang's hand.

Full English!

He felt a pain in the head just by looking at it, so he pretended to be okay again and lay down in his arms, playing with the phone with a little anxiety, until the phone was taken away by Huo Lang again after 10 minutes.

"Hey." Cheng Yanxiao couldn't hold back his phone, so he discussed tomorrow's itinerary, "Are you going back to the company after the funeral?"

"Well, I need to deal with something." At that time, Huo Lang ran away after signing the contract, and the subsequent documents that required him to make up his mind and sign were piled up like a hill.

Cheng Yanxiao felt inexplicably guilty about Qiao Jie and his wife, so he took the initiative to jump on this topic. "I just found a photo album."

He scratched the button of Huo Lang's pajamas with his fingertips, "I saw Zhan Jianyan's photo inside. We were talking in Japan halfway and it disappeared. Do you want to add the following content today?"

Huo Lang put the book in his hand on the bedside, his eyes seemed a little confused, "What photo?"

"In the single photo of Zhan Jianyan, the back is a field of sunflowers. There are also words written by him on the back - I hope our love will always be as bright as a sunflower."

"May I take a look?" Huo Lang had no impression of this.

"Don't you remember?" Huo Lang's confusion was too obvious, which made Cheng Yanxiao rarely have doubts about the relationship between Huo Lang and Zhan Jianyan, "Are you too forgetful?"

"Jianyan did a lot of things to make us more like a couple, so..." Huo Lang looked at Cheng Yanxiao, implying that some things are not what they seem on the surface.

Cheng Yanxiao: "...then you?"

"We dated for a month, and he returned to China." Huo Lang hugged Cheng Yanxiao and asked softly, "Are you jealous?"

Cheng Yanxiao felt that Huo Lang didn't understand the definition of jealousy, and such a calm conversation didn't look like jealousy, "Then why did you break up in the first place?"

"personality clashes."

Cheng Yanxiao: "..."

If you ask a hundred couples who broke up about the reasons for their breakup, 99 of them will tell you 'it's because of personality differences'.

"One last question." Cheng Yanxiao pulled Huo Lang's collar.

Before Cheng Yanxiao could ask, Huo Lang took the initiative to say, "Didn't go to bed."

Cheng Yanxiao covered his mouth, his ears turned red with anger, and he gritted his teeth, "I didn't want to ask this! Why is he crazy?"

With a smile on his face, Huo Lang gently kissed Cheng Yanxiao's palm, and corrected him, "He's not crazy."

"...but he"

"fake."