After the New Year, Qi Yilao tried not to attend social events, and would go home early if he couldn't turn them down. He would follow Jiaobai's biological clock, go to bed before 11 o'clock, get up at 5:30, and supervise Jiaobai in preparing for the day's lessons.
At half past six, the two went out for a jog and had breakfast around seven.
There were many cars parked in the garage of Lan Mo Mansion. They basically all got in the same car, which first drove to the Medical University and then to Qi's.
Qi Yilao often communicates with Jiaobai in English, with the aim of improving his oral skills and vocabulary.
Zizania latifolia was also convinced.
In the second semester of his sophomore year, Jiaobai passed the CET-6 easily and got a high score. He took a screenshot and sent it to Qi Yilao, then went to play with Jiang Yan with joy.
Jiang Yan took him to a...
"Duck shop?" Jiaobai stood on the side of the road and noticed that all the people coming in and out of the shop opposite were men.
Jiang Yan was not wearing her signature flaming red dress, but ordinary cotton t-shirt pants, and she didn't even wear a wig. He threw strawberry-flavored candy beans into his mouth with great force, and the lines of his snow-white neck were charming and attractive: "Hmm."
Jiaobai was not interested: "They are all 0, what are we going to do?"
0+0 is still 0, and it cannot be equal to 0.5, let alone 1.
"You don't know this, do you?" Jiang Yan smiled ambiguously and charmingly, "The full name is Dingdingding 1 Duck Restaurant."
The wild rice was stunned.
"You heard it right," Jiang Yan pointed to the store across the street, "There are only 1s in there."
"There is such a store in Xicheng? How come I don't know about it?" Jiaobai didn't believe a word of it. In this era of drifting everywhere, what does it mean to have 1s in the whole store? The concept of the customer flow exploding|the concept of the small 0s sleeping on the floor and queuing up overnight.
Jiang Yan was just over 1.8 meters tall, a little taller than Jiao Bai. He took advantage of his height, grabbed the back of the man's head with one hand, and led him to the zebra crossing: "It's just opened, it's still hot. Come on, I'll take you to eat some game."
Jiaobai struggled and said, "They are all 1, so I can't go there. You know where my house is..."
"My dear, what are you afraid of? Mr. Qi is a very cultured gentleman, and you are his companion. How can he be violent to you?" Jiang Yan's red lips were filled with the fragrance of strawberries. "At most, he will punish you to read a lot of books, just think of it as practicing calligraphy."
Zizania latifolia was speechless.
Bullshit, old men are good at using force!
Really moving and rough!
Jiaobai still went into the duck restaurant with Jiang Yan and sat in the peach-colored private room filled with the scent of incense.
You're here now, right
Besides, life is short and it is necessary to be exposed to new things.
Besides, he didn't do anything, just wanted to see it for himself.
Before Jiaobai could prepare himself mentally, he saw Jiang Yan scanning the code at the corner of the table, adding the app, and looking at the information of the employees in the store.
…
This mode of ordering food is quite user-friendly, unlike the old-fashioned one where you call people in and then let them choose.
"Honey, look at this top player," Jiang Yan pointed at the phone screen with his bony fingers, "Old Gunhead."
Jiaobai glanced at it and said, "It's really beautiful too."
"How can you become the top girl if you're not pretty?" Jiang Yan flipped the page. "But for people like us who have acted so cool, we don't care about looks anymore. It's not important."
"Ah," Jiang Yan sent a teasing look to Jiao Bai, "You only installed one, so why are you looking at the face? Wait for your brother to find you one with a nice face and a good figure, who is playful and easily shy."
Jiaobai was about to say that it was not necessary, but when the words came to his lips, his eyes stopped moving and stared at the number 11 of the store.
Jiang Yan said delicately: "No way, baby, you like this one?"
According to the information of No. 11, he is in his early thirties and works as a designer part-time. In the photo, he has elegant features, a gentle smile in his eyes, and a mature male charm.
"Are you really interested? Haven't you had enough at home?" Jiang Yan laughed.
"What the hell, I'm just taking a look." Jiaobai felt a chill on his neck. He didn't lie, but he just kept moving as if his butt was on fire, trying to retreat.
"Mr. Qi is very relaxed with you and doesn't care about you at all. Don't put so much pressure and guilt on yourself." Jiang Yan threw the phone on the table.
Jiaobai wiped the non-existent cold sweat from his forehead: "You don't want to look at the information?"
"The order is ready." Jiang Yan lay down on the sofa. His sitting posture was uninhibited and very pleasing to the eye.
"So fast?" As soon as Jiaobai finished speaking, the people Jiang Yan ordered came in. They were two burly men with handsome features.
They all looked towards the茭白.
Jiaobai was speechless. How come, compared to the fiery Jiang Yan, he was more tolerant
Well, Jiang Yan, who is not wearing women's clothes, has short, messy hair, is tall and has long legs, and has abdominal muscles. He is quite handsome.
Jiang Yan was not surprised by this phenomenon. The person next to him was originally a green peach, but now it was ripe. If you smell it carefully, you can smell the sweet aroma.
This peach was ripened little by little by the man.
"What are you looking at? Come here and serve me." Jiang Yan beckoned seductively.
Both 1s have passed.
A handsome young man was lying on a peach-colored leather sofa. He asked a muscular man to feed him wine and another muscular man to kneel down and step on the other's muscular legs.
The wine wet his lips and chin, and under the light, he glowed wetly, like a goblin.
Jiaobai's throat gasped. After Xiao Lajiao paid off his debts, he stopped looking for sponsors and just played in a band. He hasn't indulged himself in several years, and his expression now shows traces of memory from the past.
Xiao La Jiao must have broken up with Ran Ye.
No, it hasn't been broken yet. Or rather, it hasn't been broken completely.
Jiaobai ate a few pieces of fruit, took out his cell phone to check, and found that Qi Yilao had not replied. He knocked on Zhang Zhen's pillow: Where are you
Zhang Zhen: At a social event.
The next second he sent the location.
Jiaobai looked around and saw that the store was quite far away: What time will you finish
Zhang Zhen: I’ll ask my third brother.
Before Jiaobai could wait for a while, Zhang Zhen sent a message.
-Nine o'clock.
-Bai Bai, I didn’t control the volume when I asked San Ge just now, and San Ge was laughed at by several partners. They said that he was checked up by his wife at home and was a henpecked husband.
Jiaobai: How did he react
Zhang Zhen: Third brother said, 'My child is too lazy. It's harder than climbing to the sky to ask him to check on someone.'
Jiaobai really couldn't refute it. He really was too lazy to care about his relatives and friends' socializing.
From the perspective of Jiao Bai, who has read countless comics, the vast majority of men are creatures that cannot be controlled and must rely on their own consciousness.
For example, he is sitting in a store right now, with a live broadcast not far away, but he is eating fruit and playing with his mobile phone.
Jiaobai looked at the time on his phone. Yilao's party would end at nine o'clock, and it was only a little after seven o'clock. There was no rush. It was okay. He just had to take Jiang Yan away before then.
However, life is made up of countless examination rooms, and you never know what subject you will be taking the next exam.
Jiaobai had promised Qi Yilao a few years ago that he would drink less, and he had always insisted on it, but tonight he made an exception. Although Jiang Yan toasted with him while holding the bottle, his carefree attitude of drinking today was contagious, the main reason was that he had passed the CET-6, so he didn't have to spend time studying for it, and he was happy.
He was so happy that he drank too much.
"Oh shit."
Jiang Yan threw away the empty wine bottle and stood on the table, cursing, "You bald ass, you stained your monk's robe on the bed. When you get off the bed, it's Amitabha. Please respect yourself, donor. I'm going to go out to practice."
He pointed at the two men in the corner and said, "Do you think a monk who has eaten meat can still achieve enlightenment?"
The two fierce ones didn't want to talk, their muscles were all covered in sweat and were about to burst.
Jiang Yan jumped to the ground, squatted in front of the sofa, and pulled the drunk man: "Jiao Xiaobai, talk!"
Jiaobai lay on the edge of the sofa, her face flushed: "Fix a few."
"Hahaha, that's the only thing that can be repaired by that dead bald ass." Jiang Yan couldn't help but kneel down, leaning his body towards Jiaobai, resting his head in his arms.
The two employees could not help but violate the rules and regulations. Without the customer's instructions, they walked into the shadows, turned their backs, and prepared to save themselves.
This was the scene that Qi Yiliao saw when he stepped into the private room under the guidance of the manager.
The air froze instantly with the smell of alcohol.
The manager was almost frightened to the point of having a heart attack. He rushed in, kicked the two employees a few times, apologized, and left with them.
What happened tonight must rot in my stomach until I die.
Jiang Yan stood up shakily and stepped back. It was not that his mind was corroded by alcohol, he was just drunk and his emotions wrapped in alcohol were rushing through his internal organs.
Jiang Yan was now fully awake. He watched the head of Qi Corporation, who was also his former employer, walk through the private room to Jiao Xiaobai. He couldn't help but think of the vast amount of foreign books he had read in those days. That was the most diligent period of his life in learning.
He is proficient in several foreign languages and has no language barriers with an early foreign sponsor. Now, in addition to making music, he also has a part-time job as a translator, all thanks to this gentleman.
Knowledge is the way.
The temperature in the private room was still dropping. Jiang Yan sensed the danger. He was about to step forward to protect Jiao Xiaobai when he saw Qi Yilao buckling his tie under his shirt, slowly loosening it and pulling it off.
Then,
The black tie was tied between the moist and red lips and tucked behind the soft black hair.
Jiang Yan's eyelids twitched violently, as if he was meeting his former employer for the first time.
"go out."
Qi Yiliao picked up his drunken lover, turned him over, and let him lie on the back of the sofa.
Seeing this, Jiang Yan explained, "Mr. Qi, Jiao Xiaobai only drank and didn't do anything else. He saw that I was in a bad mood and accompanied me."
At this moment, Jiao Bai, who was sitting on the sofa, turned his head and looked at Qi Yiliao with a dazed look. The tie between his lips and teeth was gradually soaked with saliva. He asked vaguely, "What...what number is this?"
There was dead silence in the private room.
Jiang Yan suddenly caught Jiao Bai's eye and understood what he meant, and replied, "Number seven."
"This is good." Jiaobai's tongue touched the tie, and he smiled drunkenly, "I'll order you!"
Qi Yiliao smiled, but didn't smile. He pinched his chin with his cold joints and said, "Click me?"
Jiao Bai frowned in pain. He fumbled with the tie in his mouth, pulling it down a little. His speech became clearer. His eyes were still wet as he looked straight at Qi Yiliao: "Yes, you look like my man."
Qi Yiliao was stunned.
"You watch TV with me, I'll give you money, but where's the TV? I want to watch TV." The alcoholic breath from Jiaobai sprayed on Qi Yiliao's face, and he curled his lips, "He never watches TV with me, ever."
The gloomy and violent aura in Qi Yiliao disappeared without a trace, and he was as gentle and elegant as usual. He touched the burning corners of the eyes of the person in front of him and said, "What's so good about TV?"
"Why not?" Jiaobai complained, muttering quietly, "TV doesn't matter, it's people, people are important."
Qi Yiliao smiled helplessly: "Uncle is unromantic, I will go back and watch it with you."
"Go back?" Jiaobai opened his eyes wide, full of water, "Where to go?"
"Go home." Qi Yiliao picked him up.
"I'm not going back with you. I want to find my man." Jiaobai bit Qi Yilao's ear and fluttered in his arms.
Qi Yiliao groaned and said in a hoarse voice: "I'll take you there."
"Really?" Jiaobai stopped flapping its wings and loosened its teeth that were biting his ear, looking rarely obedient.
"Hmm." Qi Yiliao couldn't help but kiss his lips, tasting a bit of lower-grade wine, and resisted the picky urge to rinse his mouth immediately.
"Then you have to hurry up, I miss him." Jiaobai bit his tie and licked it like candy, his eyelashes slightly narrowed and his nostrils were sticky.
Qi Yilao's throat suddenly tightened. He pressed the limp person who had drunk alcohol into his chest, tightened his grip, and strode out of the private room.
Jiaobai lay on Qi Yilao's shoulder, and there was no trace of drunkenness on his face.
Damn! I was almost scared to death! Fortunately, I can drink a lot and didn't get completely drunk. I had a sticky free play. Otherwise, I would be drunk today and tomorrow.
Jiang Yan witnessed with his own eyes a snowstorm being replaced by the colors of spring and summer. He was stunned for a long time and for once felt that after learning for half his life, his skills were still not up to par.
Jiao Xiaobai is really great.