How to Deal with a Tsundere Gong

Chapter 8: Hongmen Banquet

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Xu Baichuan originally planned to have a showdown with Tang Jin when the one-month lie was over, but the closer he got, the more stage fright he felt.

He didn't want to say anything like "tired", "can't be coaxed", or "give up" to Tang Jin at all. Everything was the result of his own making, Tang Jin never begged him for anything, this disgusting look of being more sad than heartbroken can't be put in front of others. What's more, his so-called invincible face relies on superficial laughter and cursing, saying these words is equivalent to spreading the soft meat of clam shells on the beach and letting others trample on them. He had done such a stupid thing once. If these words do not work the first time, there is no need to say them a second time.

After so many years, his acting skills should be broken. For a moment I didn't know how to respond. He has already decided to withdraw from this unnamed movie, and he can no longer flatter Tang Jin as shamelessly as before, but if he says something frustrating, it will affect the mood of others too much, and it is not his intention.

An indescribable silence spread from both ends of the receiver.

The packaging bag containing the peppers was only half opened, and a piece of chili was draped over the packaging bag, rolled inside and out for a long time, and fell on the counter with a clatter.

Immediately, a train ran through Xu Baichuan's mind, rumbling—the ending of the fairy tale should be that the prince and princess lived a happy life from then on, and the role of the dragon ended. As a villain, he has successfully completed the task of embarrassing the protagonist and contrasting the noble character of the protagonist. Now he has given up, surrendered, and raised the white flag.

He no longer wanted to receive calls from Tang Jin, nor to hear Tang Jin's voice, no matter whether they were married in the United States or Sweden, and whether they were going to have a test-tube baby or adopt a child. He even wanted to know all the news about Tang Jin in his friends' social accounts, but he didn't want to know any more.

boom rumble —

Xu Baichuan rested his elbows on the railing of the balcony, watching the sun's rays splash on the leaves, the asphalt road, the passing cars, and the faces of passing pedestrians. Bright, well-defined. He thought, after ten years of high school, he was finally about to graduate. I just don't know whether to go from light to darkness, or from night to dawn.

But it doesn't matter.

"enough."

Empty, not so much an answer as a sigh.

Tang Jin didn't notice the difference in Xu Baichuan's tone at all, and said, "Don't you want to go home after you've had enough fun?" With a slap in the throat, it was quite difficult to say a word: "You... um, do you know where I am?"

Xu Baichuan checked the date, it was Friday. The structure of Tang Jin's company is relatively flat, so he may not be so relaxed as the general manager. There are regular meetings to be held on this day of the week, and reports from various departments need to be reviewed. It is the busiest time of the week.

Where else could Tang Jin be if he wasn't in the company at this time

Xu Baichuan said indifferently: "Company? You won't come to H City to find me, right?" After speaking, he sneered.

Tang Jin suddenly fell silent as if the brakes had been pulled.

Xu Baichuan worked hard for a long time, but he still couldn't hold back his jumping heart. He straightened up involuntarily, looked sideways at the entrance, and said uncertainly, "You don't... you really came to me, right?"

I don't know which word hurt the young master's heart, and the sharp and arrogant sarcasm quickly came out of the receiver: "I said you, there should be a limit to dreaming. Who do you think you are? I can't even meet you." Won't you drive to find you?"

The resurgent ashes were smashed away by a heavy hammer. Xu Baichuan laughed at himself and leaned back on the railing, and responded numbly: "Yes, yes, it's because I'm overthinking my abilities. Calm down, I happen to have something to say—"

Tang Jin interrupted him suddenly: "I happen to be on a business trip in City H tomorrow, and I'll call you when I arrive, that's all."

Xu Baichuan: "Wait—" There was no movement on the phone.

He held the phone in front of him, just as he saw the call interface jump to the home page—Tang Jin hung up first.

This happens every time.

Every time, Tang Jin hangs up the phone neatly, swallowing thousands of words back into his stomach.

Every time Tang Jin walked in front, and he followed behind half a body behind.

The failure to ask for these years is probably the result of his self-righteous taking and plundering.

Intellectually, Xu Baichuan knew that all his pain and suffering were the consequences of his own suffering, and he was willing to be punished. Emotionally, he was unavoidably whimsical, he gently tossed the phone up and then caught it, looking at the closed door in the porch, for a moment he wanted to open the door to make sure Tang Jin was really not there, struggled for a while, and the remaining shame stopped him made him humiliate himself.

Who does he think he is? Even if Tang Jin is not in the company, if you want to look for it, you must look for Song Yiyu, no matter how bad it is, it will be Cheng Xu. When will it be his turn to have these unrealistic fantasies

Xu Baichuan caught the phone firmly, went back to the kitchen through the living room, hummed his own songs, and cooked his own dishes. As for Tang Jin, he dared not even think about it.

This bad debt really needs an interview to make it clear.

The next morning Tang Jin called early to make an appointment for a meeting place. Xu Baichuan followed his old habit and asked if he needed to pick him up at the airport, but he categorically rejected him, and by the way, he was labeled as being courteous for nothing. With kind words, Tang Jin calmed down his nameless anger.

After breakfast, he took a shower again, spent idling at home until noon, went downstairs to take a taxi to Tang Jinding's famous local River View restaurant, opened the door of the box, and nine words came to Xu Baichuan's mind:

Hongmen Banquet.

Shura field.

eat lemons.

In the box for four, Tang Jin was sitting on one side, looking out the window. A slightly thin man in white short-sleeved gray cropped pants was next to Tang Jin, with his arms resting on his outer shoulders, his chin resting on his arms and his head slightly tilted to look out together. His hair was soft and fluffy, his body The forward-leaning blouse was lifted up to reveal a small section of white waist...

It is the white moonlight in Tang Jin's heart that has appeared in his life in the form of various pictures and videos in the past seven years, with an incomparably strong sense of presence.

Tang Jin, Song Yiyu, Cheng Xu. This lineup was so luxurious that Xu Baichuan really wanted to close the door and reopen it to confirm, but it was too late.

The sound of the door opening alarmed the three people in the box. The three of them turned their heads at the same time, and six eyes suddenly focused on him. Xu Baichuan regretted extremely: Why didn't I come wearing a bulletproof vest