[Ding! You have new consumption expenditure! ]
[Ding! You have new consumption expenditure! ]
[Ding! You have a new...]
Gain was sitting in the classroom for class when the terminal on his wrist suddenly kept popping up messages. He lowered his eyes to take a look and realized that it was Han Yan's consumption order. He calmly pressed the mute button.
He and Han Yan shared the authority of the star card. When the other party swiped the card to make a payment, he would also receive the information simultaneously.
The male insects were more prolific than he had imagined.
Gain felt that he needed to work hard to make money.
The instructor specially hired from the military stood on the podium and talked incessantly about the war theory course. Gain buried his head in writing, but he was not taking notes. Instead, he was writing an internship application report.
At Badler Military Academy, all students will be assigned to work in the military after graduation. Although Gain still has some time before graduation, he has already taught himself all the courses. As long as he applies to the dean for an internship in the military, he won't have to live on campus every day.
Last time, the young master of the Durant family kicked Gain's leg and forced him to cancel the engagement, but he was beaten badly by the Seventh Prince Justu, so no one dared to offend him now.
There was an electronic display screen on the wall of the corridor, and the names of the top 100 female insects in the grade exam were all listed. The first place was Justu, and the second place was Gain. The brothers had excellent grades and always ranked first, but because Justu always failed the cooking class, he usually ranked second most of the time, while Gain ranked first more often.
Han Yan lowered his eyes and glanced at the time on the terminal: "Military Academy."
When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Gain had just finished writing his application report. He stood up from his seat and limped out of the classroom.
"… "
The female insects withdrew their gazes one after another, puzzled. Could it be that the male insects of the Admon family had such special tastes that they just liked Gain's dead fish look
The students around couldn't help but turn their heads to look at Gain. He had always been like an invisible insect in the class, with a very low sense of presence. He was indifferent to some sarcasm and ridicule, and was aloof and unlikable.
"Why are you going to the Military Academy..." Johnny didn't finish his words, then realized something: "Are you going to pick up Gain? The Military Academy only has weekends off, and they usually live on campus and can't leave."
"… "
He sat in a clean office and tilted his head to glance out the floor-to-ceiling window outside. He saw dusk falling and the neon lights of the tall buildings lighting up one after another, illuminating the endless stream of "people" below.
Gain stared at the grades column for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking. After a moment, he retracted his gaze and limped towards the director's office.
This is the most prosperous business district on the main star, and it is the busiest even after dark.
But ever since Gain’s right leg became disabled and he could no longer attend physical education classes, his ranking dropped from first to second and has never moved again.
They were a little dissatisfied in their hearts, but they did nothing. After all, Gain was the prince, and they usually pushed and ridiculed him at most, but the other party always had a numb and dull attitude, and over time they themselves felt bored.
Han Yan deliberately assigned the hardest and most tiring work to Johnny today, hoping to temper his temper. He thought he wouldn't be able to hold on for long, but unexpectedly Johnny gritted his teeth and did it.
Johnny was sweating profusely from wiping the table. Hearing this, he subconsciously looked up and asked, "Where are you going?"
It's really weird.
Han Yan uploaded the draft recruitment notice to StarNet and sat at his desk for a while before pulling out a chair, getting up and walking to the outer room. He said to Johnny who was wiping the tables and chairs, "Let's go."
When Jiayin came to class on the first day after his wedding leave, everyone thought he would look haggard, after all, how could a male insect like such a lifeless female insect? But Jiayin was in a normal state, his eyebrows and eyes were even less gloomy than before, and the insect pattern on the back of his neck was bright in color, obviously well nourished by the male insect.
On the other hand, Han Yan has already rented the office building he had taken a fancy to before and purchased a bunch of office supplies. The desks and chairs are already fully equipped, and the dozens of computer computers he had ordered will arrive in a few days.
Han Yan had already walked to the door, and he paused slightly when he heard the words, as if Johnny had touched upon something in his heart. He frowned silently, then slowly relaxed his brows, and this time he only uttered two words lightly: "Go home."
Normally, the four of us would sit together to eat at home, but today, without Gain, the atmosphere was strange. If Ademon had to describe it, it would be terrifying.
Han Yan made no sound when he ate. No matter whether the food on the table was delicious or terrible, he would eat it without changing his expression. If he really didn't like it, he would just not touch the chopsticks. This kind of person was like a piece of ice, without any worldly air.
When Gain was around, A'demon felt more at ease. If they made Han Yan angry, at least there was a bug to help persuade him. Now that Gain was gone, they seemed to have lost their amulet.
The table was silent for a while, with only the sound of dishes and chopsticks colliding. Ademon tried to hold it in, but in the end he couldn't help but ask curiously, "Where's Gain?"
Han Yan said nothing and ate quietly.
Johnny looked up from his bowl and said, "He's going to the military academy and can only come back on weekends."
Weekend? That's five days.
Ademon felt that it was a bit long, and thought to himself, wouldn't he have to live under Han Yan's low pressure for five days? This was really too painful.
Han Yan didn't know if he saw through his thoughts. He adjusted his glasses and suddenly said, "I will be staying at the company for the next few days and won't be going home. You can take care of yourselves three meals a day and don't have to make my portion."
After he finished speaking, he ignored Ademon's surprised look, pulled out a chair, stood up and went upstairs to his room. Seeing this, Johnny followed suit, put down his bowl and chopsticks, stood up and said to Ademon: "I have to help my eldest brother start a company these days, so I won't be back for dinner, you can eat by yourself."
The company provides employee meals, so you don’t have to cook them yourself. If you don’t take advantage of a good deal, you’d be a jerk. Johnny certainly wouldn’t miss it.
Ademon was stunned when he heard this, and subconsciously asked: "Company? What company?"
Johnny was tired after a long day, his back and waist ached, and he just wanted to go back to his room and sleep. Hearing this, he waved his hand without even turning his head: "You'll know when the time comes."
Start a company? What kind of company? This is a good question. Johnny himself doesn't know. He has been busy moving tables all day, so he has no idea what Han Yan is doing.
Han Yan's company had just started, and these few days were the busiest. After returning to his room, he sat in front of his laptop and started working, opening his email and screening the resumes of applicants one by one. It was not easy to recruit network elites, but Han Yan's salary was quite generous, which attracted many job seekers.
Han Yan opened the resumes one by one and checked them. He then wrote back to them one by one, informing them to come for an interview tomorrow. He also sent a copy of the written plan to Prince Pape's email, and thus finished his work for the day.
It was late at night, already ten o'clock in the evening, the temperature dropped, and a chill quietly spread in the air.
Han Yan sat behind the desk, moving his fingertips, feeling as if something was missing in his arms. He raised his eyelids, his gray-blue eyes staring at the empty, flat bed in the distance.
If it were any other time, Gain would probably carefully spread out the quilt and then remind Han Yan that it was time to go to bed and rest.
Unfortunately, the other party was still studying at the military academy, so naturally no one reminded Han Yan to rest. The huge room was empty and the silence was uncomfortable.
Han Yan suddenly lost all desire to sleep. He sat in his seat and lit a cigarette without saying a word. White smoke filled the air, and even his gold-rimmed glasses were covered with a thin layer of mist, but it soon faded away. His gentle brows were slightly wrinkled, as if he was thinking about something.
He wanted to find out where that unfamiliar feeling in his heart came from, but found nothing.
Han Yan flicked the ash off his cigarette, picked up the terminal on the table and looked at the information, only to find that it was empty, so he had to put it back. However, three seconds later, the white terminal suddenly vibrated twice.
"Ding!"
"Ding!"
Jia Yin was worried about disturbing Han Yan's work, so he deliberately sent two messages when he was sleeping. Two messages popped up on the terminal. They were as simple as they could be, and they were in line with the female insect's usual silent and unpleasant temperament:
[It's ten o'clock in the evening. You should go to bed.]
I will rush home on Friday night.
Jia Yin had submitted his internship application today, but it was not approved so quickly, and he had to stay in the college for a few days before he could go back. He was lying alone on his bed in the dormitory, not quite used to the night without Han Yan, and he kept staring at the time. When it was ten o'clock, he sent out the message he had edited long ago.
Han Yan picked up the terminal and stared at the message for a long time. He slowly typed a line of words, then deleted it, typed another line of words, and deleted it again. He repeated this process for a long time before finally editing the reply and lightly clicking Send.
[Um.]
There is only one word, simple as it can be, and very consistent with Han Yan's usual style.
Gain stared at the screen for a moment, then he edited a message and sent it: [Good night.]
Han Yan took three seconds to reply: [Good night.]
Han Yan finally gave up thinking about the previous question after seeing the message from Jia Yin. He put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, raised his hand to take off his glasses, and went to the bathroom to take a shower. The shower head poured over his head, dispelling some of the night's coldness and allowing him to begin to adapt to this lonely night.
In the following days, Han Yan stayed in the company and did not go home. He recruited some capable technical developers on his own, and then with the help of Prince Pape's resources, he gathered a group of network elites. After the team was established, the project finally got on track.
At the same time, the Durant family and the president of the Chamber of Commerce were fooled by Prince Bape into switching to the catering industry, investing most of their fortunes in it. They were still smugly dreaming of getting rich, not knowing that Han Yan had already set a trap for them.
Since the end of the banquet that day, Sander has not come to apologize. After all, it was he who followed the female insect into the locker room with bad intentions. If he really came to apologize, wouldn't it confirm the matter, and the Durant family cannot afford to lose face.
Han Yan knew that the other party would not admit his mistake, so he deliberately pressed a few acupoints on Sander's back that day. Male insects are weak, and it was enough to cause the other party pain for ten days or half a month.
Han Yan finished what he was supposed to do and set up the plan. On Friday, he packed up his things at the company, left work early and returned home. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Gain sitting on the sofa in the living room. The other party came back earlier than him.
"… "
It seemed as if Gain had deliberately sat downstairs waiting for Han Yan. When he saw the male insect coming back, he subconsciously stood up from the sofa, limped two steps towards Han Yan, then slowly stopped and whispered two words: "Hero..."
The sound is a tenderness and attachment that cannot be hidden.
Han Yan paused after hearing this and said nothing. He unbuttoned his suit without saying a word, put his coat on his arm, and stared at Gain, as if thinking about something. After a moment, he finally said in a low voice: "Come here."
After saying this, he turned and went upstairs.
Gain had no choice but to limp upstairs with him.
Han Yan took two steps and looked back inadvertently, only to see that Jia Yin was walking with great difficulty. He paused, not knowing what he was thinking. After a moment, he slowly turned back and without warning, leaned over and picked up the female insect horizontally.
Jia Yin's pupils shrank slightly: "Heroic Lord?!"
"Hush."
Han Yan motioned him to be quiet, and walked steadily upstairs while holding him. The light cast a white glow on the lenses, and he said calmly, "Father Xiong is still at home."
Jia Yin had no choice but to calm down. He hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached out and wrapped his arms around Han Yan's neck, leaning in and sniffing him carefully. It was still the familiar smell of pheromones.
Jia Yin took the initiative to kiss Han Yan's cheek. His lips were warm and wet, but they were not as sweet as the sweet words that were about to be drawn out: "My lord,"
He said seriously, "I missed you."
Want it so so much.
Gain used to think that being alone in an empty room was nothing, but when he actually experienced it, he found that it was quite difficult.
Han Yan paused when he heard this, then returned to normal and hummed without emotion: "Yeah."
Jia Yin rubbed Han Yan's face lightly. Because his eyelashes were too thick, they caused a slight itch when they rubbed against his skin. The red teardrop mole under his eyes was charming, like a seductive ghost. Suddenly, he asked in a hoarse voice: "Do you know where I miss you the most?"
Han Yan carried the other into the house, pushed with his elbow, and closed the door directly. He put Gain steadily on the ground, but did not loosen his hand around the female insect's waist, but tightened it a little: "Where?"
Jia Yin gently held Han Yan's bony hand, and placed it on his abdomen through his military uniform, which was the location of the female insect's reproductive cavity, and whispered: "I miss you here..."
His body trembled for a moment, not sure whether it was because of shame or excitement.
After speaking, Jia Yin held Han Yan's hand and continued to move it upwards, landing on his heart, where something warm was beating. He looked up at Han Yan, his eyes were like two gorgeous rubies, his silver-white hair did not contain a single color, the purest and most evil color in the world fell on him: "And here, this is where I miss you the most."
He seemed to really want to take out his heart and show it to Han Yan.
Han Yan tightened his embrace upon hearing this and directly pushed Gain against the wall. His gray-blue eyes behind the lenses stared at the female insect, as if he was staring at his prey, thinking about how to swallow it more conveniently later, and asked absentmindedly, "Really?"
The man's cold voice was slightly hoarse.
Jia Yin nodded, still remembering his promise to Han Yan. He raised his hand and unbuttoned the platinum buttons on his military uniform one by one, and said in a seductive voice, "Can I take it off for you to see?"
Gain said: "I wore the military uniform today..."
He was interrupted before he could finish his words, and the male insect responded with a fierce and deep kiss.
Han Yan always showed a bit of gentle ruthlessness in such matters. He pushed Gain against the wall and kissed him deeply, thinking who said this female insect was lifeless, the outside world had misjudged it, and he himself had also misjudged it.
(End of this chapter)