"Ji Yao," Yan Shuang shook his head lightly, "You are sick."
There was no hint of anger in his tone, and the expression on his face was more disbelief than sarcasm, and he repeated softly, "Ji Yao, you are sick."
Ji Yao looked indifferent, "Why?"
Yan Shuang sneered, "I don't teach fools."
"Unreasonable personal attack, is this your answer?"
"Are you talking about personal attacks?" Yan Shuang looked angrily laughed at by him again, "Who came downstairs early in the morning to curse people?"
Ji Yao was silent for a moment, his eyes flickered darkly, "I don't want to talk about this with you."
"Coincidentally, I don't want to talk to you about anything."
Yan Shuang turned around and walked away. After taking two steps, he stood still and turned around, staring at the person behind him resentfully, "Why are you following me?"
Ji Yao has a slender figure, and wearing a dark suit looks even more graceful. With that handsome and gorgeous face, the beauty of a proud nobleman can kill people in autumn. His face is indifferent, his brows are lightly furrowed, and his thin lips are pursed , he didn't answer Yan Shuang's question, but judging by his attitude, it seemed that he was determined to follow Yan Shuang.
Yan Shuang continued to magnify his moves, "Didn't you say that I am dirty? Why do you still follow me? Aren't you afraid of being polluted by me?"
Ji Yao spoke, "We are not close."
Yan Shuang: "..."
Niubi.
He finally discovered that each of the five scumbags had their own worldview, and they were perfectly self-consistent in their respective worlds. Ordinary people simply couldn't defeat them in their worldviews.
Yan Shuang stretched out his hand, and pointed his middle finger at Ji Yao unceremoniously, "Want to provoke me to stick to you instead? No way."
"you think too much."
"Oh, I'm sick."
Yan Shuang withdrew his fingers, turned around and continued walking towards the side door of the orphanage.
Ji Yao followed suit.
Sure enough, Yan Shuang had been lying to him all along, looking at his current appearance, he was completely different from the appearance he showed in front of him before.
So deceitful, yet so righteous.
Ji Yao walked slowly, his eyes fixed on Yan Shuang's back, and suddenly asked, "Whose bag?"
Yan Shuang was walking well, but was startled by his sudden sentence, he stretched out his hand and deliberately tugged on the bag belt, ignoring him.
"Whose bag?"
The voice of questioning persisted, asking once every two steps, and Yan Shuang seemed to keep asking if he didn't answer.
Yan Shuang finally stopped, turned around and said, "Can you control it?"
Ji Yao stopped half a meter away from him, with a flat face, "Whose bag?"
"Can you manage it?"
"who?"
"Can you manage it?"
The two kept repeating the same words, Ji Yao's expression was always calm and his tone was calm, but Yan Shuang's voice was getting higher and higher, until finally he couldn't bear to yell.
"Fuck you—"
Ji Yao's face changed slightly, looking at Yan Shuang whose eyes were getting redder, he calmed down again, "Who..."
"It's a man, it's a wild man. I slept with him, and he gave me a bag. Why, are you upset? What right do you have to be upset? Who are you? What are you? Go back to your excellent and clean Qin Qing Baby lick your feet—"
Yan Shuang leaned over, picked up a random stone from the ground and threw it over.
Ji Yao didn't hide.
He could dodge, but he didn't dodge.
A rock of moderate size hit his chest, and the snow-white square scarf in his pocket was instantly stained with dust from the mud.
Ji Yao looked over deeply, Yan Shuang was breathing rapidly, his whole face was flushed, and he pressed his heaving chest with the hand that threw the stone, as if trying to calm down his mood.
"Whose?" Ji Yao repeated, "Say the name."
Yan Shuang smiled, with an absurd expression on his face, "I said the name, what do you think? Did you kill him?"
"It's not that good," Ji Yao lowered his face, reached out and patted the dust on his chest, "I just want to remind him, don't misjudge someone."
Yan Shuang: "..."
Xiao Ji's mouth has always been quite damaged, but he didn't expect that it would hurt his head one day.
strong.
As expected of the original owner's favorite man.
The sadomasochism factor is full.
It's a pity that such a peerless handsome man has opened his mouth.
"Don't worry, he's not as stupid as you." Yan Shuang said sharply.
Ji Yao's complexion slowly sank again, and the thin and sharp lip line was drawn straight.
It looked like it hit him sorely.
Yan Shuang also showed a pained expression on his face, which showed that he was actually not feeling well, so leave it to Ji Yao's own imagination.
He turned and left, and this time there were no footsteps following him.
Ji Yao stood alone beside the colorful amusement facilities for a while, and then his reason finally regained control of his body—as soon as Yan Shuang left, he was able to think again.
"Ji Shao..."
Wei Yichen found him. He first observed that there was no sign of Yan Shuang around, and finally his eyes fell on Ji Yao's mud-stained suit, "Do you want to go back or join the dinner with other guests?"
"What about dinner?"
"Yes, part of tonight's event is to make dumplings with the children in the orphanage. If you don't want to go, I can help you push it away."
Ji Yao was silent for a moment, then said, "I will participate."
The kitchen of the orphanage has long been refurbished, and it is no longer cramped as it used to be. When Ji Yao entered, he was almost ready. He took off his suit jacket and joined in naturally.
"Sorry, I'm late."
His tone is humble, with just the right amount of arrogance, not too arrogant to be annoying, nor too humble to reveal his dominant identity.
Wei Yichen stood not far away, thinking that this is probably the talent of people of this class. They don't need to learn it, they will be able to catch it by ear and see it. The posture they do is so calm and elegant. It's just an imitation.
The dean came later than Ji Yao. She was holding a handsome young man by the hand. Yan Shuang was following behind the dean with an uncomfortable expression on his face. He seemed to be hiding, but he was not short. How tall was the dean? Can cover him, so he is still inevitably exposed to the sight of everyone who is ready.
Among them, one line of sight is the most scorching.
Yan Shuang's side face became hot little by little in that line of sight. It looked white and rosy, transparent and beautiful under the strong indoor light, like a half-opened lotus petal in the morning.
"How can this activity be without Xiao Shuang, Xiao Shuang, come and join your younger siblings."
The dean is entirely out of good intentions for Yan Shuang.
All the big entrepreneurs who came to the orphanage this time are good opportunities for Yan Shuang. Yan Shuang is so good, if someone thinks he is good and is willing to support and cultivate him, he will not have to worry about working after graduation.
In fact, if the dean didn't come out to look for Yan Shuang, Yan Shuang would find an excuse to go back. When the dean mentioned it, he readily agreed.
In Xiao Ji's current state, it is quite suitable to brush up the relationship line, and tonight he will have enough wool on him.
Yan Shuang seemed ashamed of his return, so his face was hot, and he apologized to everyone and hid in the corner. Ji Yao's eyes stayed on him as if nothing, watching him at the very edge Talk to the children in the orphanage.
The way he spoke looked very gentle, reminding Ji Yao of him in the past.
What a hypocrisy.
"Xiao Ji," the person talking to Ji Yao was an old entrepreneur. He was at that age, so he called the Ji family's son affectionately. He said with a smile, "How can you make dumplings without even rolling up your sleeves?"
Ji Yao had never made dumplings before, and his hands had never done any housework. At this time, his hands were all covered with flour, and he calmly said, "It's okay."
"How can this work... that kid..."
He was referring to Yan Shuang.
The other party had a gentle smile, exuding the aura of a big boss, "Please roll up your sleeves for Xiao Ji."
Yan Shuang was stunned, he subconsciously looked at Ji Yao, and Ji Yao was also looking at him.
After eye contact, Yan Shuang immediately moved away like a superficial touch. He lowered his head to ask a child for help, but the children were the most playful, and all of them got their hands dirty early.
"No need," Ji Yao lowered his face and said lightly, "Anyway, it's already dirty."
"Hey, this is not good."
The old man said secretly.
This is a show, and Ji Yao knows very well that they are all characters in the show, and he is the protagonist in it.
Such a straight suit with well-buttoned sleeves is indeed "unpretentious". After thinking for a moment, he said, "I'll do it myself."
It was dirty anyway.
Ji Yao is a man of action. After speaking, he immediately unbuttoned his cuff buttons with hands covered in flour. His cuff is a black gemstone. After being covered with flour, he immediately felt a pity that the pearl was covered with dust. Alright, the media just started filming.
During the whole process, Ji Yao didn't look at Yan Shuang once, and Yan Shuang kept hiding behind low-key and didn't say a word.
After the shots were almost finished, Wei Yichen stepped forward to signal to the media that they could go to the lounge prepared on one side to rest. After the camera was turned off, the guests also stopped the "show" in their hands. The old man who had always been gentle and kind, He shot sharp eyes at Yan Shuang who was hiding aside, shook his head slightly, and said with extreme disapproval: "Too petty, I can't get on the stage."
His voice was neither high nor low, in short, it was at a volume that everyone present could hear.
The dean was also a little embarrassed. She knew Yan Shuang's temper, so she hurriedly spoke up for him, "Xiao Shuang has never seen such a big scene, and she is a little shy."
"So..." The old man shook his head again, and smiled unpredictablely, "Forget it, let's not talk about it."
When he said this, it seemed that Yan Shuang was hopeless, and the rest of the guests were all dignified figures, they didn't bother to look at Yan Shuang, and their expressions were absent-minded approval and agreement.
Yan Shuang stood with the children of the orphanage with his face downcast, as if he had "learned a lesson". They were supporting roles in this show, and they should have no place in front of these people.
"say clearly."
Ji Yao took the towel handed over by Wei Yichen, wiped his hands and said, "What do you want to say, make it clear."
His tone was light, with an unconscious condescension.
When Yan Shuang heard him speak, he immediately raised his face, with shame and anger in his eyes.
Ji Yao pretended not to see it, and continued to question the slightly embarrassed old man, "What do you want to say?"
The old man just said casually that with his status, a person like Yan Shuang was almost unworthy of being called a human being in front of him. It was only a sentence or two to make a comment.
However, Ji Yao's expression was serious and oppressive, and he felt a little bit hard to get off for a while.
"...I said this kid is too reserved, not airy, and can't grasp the opportunity to show his face in front of the camera," the old man opened his mouth, and gradually felt calm, looking at Yan Shuang with critical eyes, "I told you to go Give you a chance, do you think you really need a pair of hands to hold Xiao Ji's sleeves?"
Faced with such an aggressive accusation, Yan Shuang's face became more and more red, but he could not bear it, and slowly lowered his head again.
"Aren't you good at talking just now?"
The sound is also neither high nor low, but the directivity is very clear.
Because Ji Yao was looking at Yan Shuang.
Yan Shuang raised his head again, his face was still very red, but anyone could tell that he was not simply ashamed, but a little irritated.
"Why don't you say a word when others talk about you?"
Ji Yao's tone was calm, but the people in the venue could hear something was wrong.
Yan Shuang is "you".
The one next to him who speaks to teach others is "others".
Under the gaze of everyone and Yan Shuang, Ji Yao turned his face, and said to the old man who was vaguely aware of the strangeness: "Zhang Lao, I don't need his hands to roll up my sleeves, and I don't need your mouth to teach others for me. "
Zhang Lao stared slightly, but Ji Yao didn't give him a chance to react, and continued: "I thought that three years behind the scenes would make you soberly aware of who caused Zhang's current decline, but it seems that you still So headstrong, not understanding the situation."
He threw down the towel in his hand, nodded slightly, and said coldly, "Excuse me."
The haughty figure turned around and then turned back, his eyes accurately caught the face that was gradually fading in the crowd, "Aren't you leaving?"
Yan Shuang walked out from the crowd, Ji Yao moved at the same time as his footsteps moved, the two seemed to leave together, but they seemed to have nothing to do with each other, leaving only the shocked crowd behind.
Yan Shuang followed not far behind Ji Yao, and suddenly changed direction after not taking two steps.
Wei Yichen, who had been following like a shadow, immediately reminded Ji Yao, "He's gone."
Ji Yao stopped, he didn't look back, and continued to walk, "Let him go."
"Ji Shao," Wei Yichen paused, "Can I go and see him?"
Ji Yao turned his face away, with no expression on his side face, and restrained emotions in his eyes, "What did you say?"
"Can Ji Shao give me five minutes to go and see him?"
Ji Yao's lips parted slightly, and the lower limit of his cognition was refreshed by the audacity of the person in front of him. After a long time, he said, "Why?"
Wei Yichen smiled, his signature smile as a butler, calm and calm, "I miss him."
miss…
Ji Yao looked at him coldly, "What are you implying?"
"I don't have any hints," Wei Yichen bowed slightly, "I'm employed by you, and I won't hide anything from you."
"I miss him, I want to see him, I want to speak to him, so please allow me."
miss him.
want to see him.
want to talk to him.
Ji Yao stood quietly and said slowly, "What do you like about him?"
"Please allow me to correct you, I don't really like Mr. Yan."
"I love him."
Ji Yao's expression was startled, and then he showed a sarcasm, "Well, what do you love about him?"
Wei Yichen raised his face, his expression was so calm, it was like a mirror, "Ji Shao, the reason I love him is the same as the reason you love him."
The pupils dilated slightly, and the anger almost instantly ignited those eyes, but Wei Yichen seemed to have not seen it at all, and continued: "...there is no reason."
Yan Shuang is a flattering liar, hypocritical to the extreme, and has been entangled with many men. He does not meet any of his requirements for making friends, so he should be excluded from his circle.
Rules, these are his rules.
Ji Yao turned around quickly, and then turned around again. After turning around twice like a trapped animal, he said to Wei Yichen: "Don't be smart, I never loved him."
With a decisive tone, after giving Wei Yichen an extremely indifferent look, Ji Yao's footsteps went to the opposite direction - that was the direction Yan Shuang left.
It was already dark, and under the pure brilliance of the moon, the whole world was dyed with a layer of dreamy color. Ji Yao searched for the way and walked to the side door of the orphanage. It is also constantly accelerating as it approaches its destination.
—The figure of that person broke into his line of sight in the moonlight.
Ji Yao stopped in his tracks.
"Why do you wear so little?"
Sheng Guangming who came in a hurry took off his coat, "Put it on first."
Yan Shuang grabbed his jacket with both hands, and said softly, "Thank you."
Sheng Guangming tentatively sent Yan Shuang a text message before leaving get off work, asking if Yan Shuang needed him to pick it up, but Yan Shuang unexpectedly replied that he was in the orphanage.
"The cake is in the car." Seeing Yan Shuang's cuteness, Sheng Guangming was in a relaxed mood, "A gift of my newly developed egg tart is included." He reached out and lightly covered Yan Shuang's back, "Let's go..."
The moment Yan Shuang bent down to get into the car, a hand came in from the slope to stop him. Sheng Guangming twisted the hand reflexively. When he saw the owner of the hand, he couldn't help but froze.
He remembered the face.
"What are you doing?"
Yan Shuang turned his face away, his tone was colder than Sheng Guangming had ever heard before.
Sheng Guangming first let go of the opponent's hand. In this situation, his role seemed a little awkward. He tried to greet the opponent, "Hello, I am..."
"You want to go with him?"
The other party ignored him at all, and stared straight at Yan Shuang.
"Yes," Yan Shuang said, "what does it have to do with you?"
The two were having a conversation as if they couldn't see anyone else.
Sheng Guangming was ignored, and he probably could understand this situation, but he still felt a little... subtly displeased.
The next moment, the jacket he was covering Yan's shoulders was thrown to the ground.
Sheng Guangming looked at the beautiful boy in disbelief, but saw the other person's expression was cold, "Dirty."
"Who the hell are you calling dirty?"
Yan Shuang also seemed to change color suddenly. He straightened up and grabbed the opponent's collar with both hands.
Ji Yao looked down at him, with a disdainful look on his handsome face, "You—"
Yan Shuang swung his fist, without hesitation, leaving scars on the face of the noble young master.
"Hey Hey hey-"
Seeing this, Sheng Guangming immediately stepped forward and pulled Yan Shuang away. He stood between the two of them, blocking one side with one hand, "Don't fight." His eyes implied that Yan Shuang got into the car.
Yan Shuang was not at all cowardly, he sneered, "I'm dirty, you are clean, I don't know who is chasing me and licking me like a dog in heat."
"Master Ji, why didn't you think it was dirty then?"
Pointing to the jacket on the ground, he said coldly, "Pick it up."
"If you don't pick it up today, don't even think about saying a word to me in this life."
"Ji Yao, I will do what I say—"
Sheng Guangming was startled for a moment, seeing the two people's eyes met, sparks sparkled in their eyes, he sighed softly in his heart, and said: "It's a big deal, it's just a piece of clothing..."
He bent down to pick up his jacket on the ground in a rounding motion, and just as his hand touched the sleeve, his other flawless hand touched the jacket.
Sheng Guangming raised his face in astonishment, and that handsome young man actually bent down to pick it up. His eyes and face were extremely cold, but he really bent down to pick up the piece he threw away with his own hands. While taking off the clothes, while bending over, she still stared at Yan Shuang firmly.
"I...this clothes..." Sheng Guangming picked up the clothes together with the other party and pulled them back from his hand. He felt a little embarrassed because of the other party's low and proud head.
"Ji Yao," Yan Shuang's tone was still cold, without any relaxation, he looked at Ji Yao and said, "I told you, you are sick."
"Let's go to Qi Feiyun for treatment."
"I slept with him, report my name, and he will give you a discount."
After he finished speaking, he immediately got into the car and called "Brother Sheng" at the same time.
Sheng Guangming woke up like a dream, grabbed his jacket and got into the car.
The figure of the people outside the car was reflected in the rearview mirror, stretched lonely in the moonlight, and the people in the back seat of the car leaned against the window, covering their faces as if they were extremely exhausted.
Two people obviously like each other...why do they hurt each other like this
Sheng Guangming started the car and said softly, "The cake is on your left."
"Um."
The voice was mixed with crying that was suppressed almost inaudibly.
Sheng Guangming glanced at the rearview mirror again.
The nobleman was still standing there, staring at their car.
Is that Yan Shuang... the person she likes
"Ji Shao."
Wei Yichen, who had been hiding in the dark, stepped forward, "It's time to go back."
Ji Yao stood speechless, with a slight pain on the side of his face.
Yan Shuang hit him with all his strength.
"He left with another man, and never looked at you from the beginning to the end," Ji Yao said lightly, "Do you still love him?"
"Yes."
Ji Yao was silent for a long time, and then he sneered after a while, "Bitch," the moonlight shone on his side face, and he continued with a voice like talking to himself: "... so cheap."