Day 09 22:39
He Zhiyuan picked up his shirt and put it on neatly, grabbed the front and shook his shoulders, smoothed the hem, and fastened the buttons down from the collar one by one. Just as they were tied, Song Ran's hesitant voice came from the phone: "Mr. He, I think couples should... should be honest with each other, and can't hide their secrets."
He Zhiyuan kept moving his hand: "What secret are you hiding?"
Song Ran was caught off guard: "Huh?"
He Zhiyuan smiled lowly: "You hide something when you hear that tone. It may be a big deal. It's okay, just talk about it and be lenient. I won't deduct your impression points."
"Oh, then I... Then I'll organize the sentences."
Song Ran was so nervous that he clenched his fingers into fists, lowered his head, held his breath, brewed his emotions for a while, then turned his heart away, raised his head and said, "Mr. He, I don't make much money, and I originally lived in the cheapest, evenly distributed water and electricity. My husband's house. I moved here recently because I...I want to meet someone here."
He Zhiyuan heard the words, the leisurely smile on his lips solidified for a moment, and the fingers that were being fastened were frozen like ice on his chest.
"man?"
Song Ran nodded: "Yes."
The volume was low, as if he had done something wrong.
He Zhiyuan suddenly remembered that Lin Hui had previously forced Song Ran to agree to a relationship, and Song Ran had mentioned that he had a crush on someone he was trying to pursue. At that time, he thought that Song Ran was just talking nonsense and made it up to block Lin Hui's peach blossoms. He never thought that such a person really existed.
After a long while, He Zhiyuan's expression and limbs slowly melted.
He continued to button down expressionlessly, but the muscles under his shirt were obviously tightened: "What's his name, which building does he live in?"
"Live... just in our building, I don't know how many floors." Song Ran shook his head hurriedly, "I've only seen him once, I saw him from a distance when I was looking at the house, and I haven't seen him since... "
It's love at first sight when you've only seen it once.
He Zhiyuan frowned, and his face became even worse - it sounded that the other party seemed to have a good skin. There were several famous and famous movie stars living in this community, and I don't know if Songran bumped into them. If so, he might not be able to do it.
He held his breath and asked calmly, "Now, do you still like him?"
"Now... of course I like you more now!"
Song Ran was in a hurry to defend himself and blurted out.
The original intention of these words was to comfort He Zhiyuan, but he was not good at lying, and he didn't plug the loopholes - since there is a "more like", there is a "general like", and the general like is still like.
He Zhiyuan was jealous.
For him, having a rival is not a problem, the problem is that the rival lives in the same building as them. The time in the future is so long, Song Ran always has a chance to meet that man. He believes in Songran's character and is not afraid of being green, but the feelings that arise cannot be suppressed by reason. Just imagining Songran's eyes that light up for others for a second, he is like a throat.
He Zhiyuan is a person with strong territorial awareness. If it does not belong to him, he will not give it a second glance. If it belongs to him, it will be considered a provocation for others to give it a second glance.
And Songran belongs to him.
The desire for protection and possessiveness that has been suppressed for five years has just been aroused, and a rival in love immediately appears. This is tantamount to rushing into a strange male lion in the territory, roaring at him, and blatantly provoking.
He wanted to win the confrontation more than to show his anger.
He Zhiyuan felt tightness in his chest, he unbuttoned the collar of his shirt with one hand to let out the air, then pursed the corners of his lips, and asked, "What does he look like?"
Song Ran said in a small voice, "It's just... quite handsome."
"Be specific."
This time, Song Ran learned to be smart, and plugged it back without leakage: "It's been a long time, I really can't remember what he looks like! Really!"
Look, I can't even remember, it means I'm not impressed, I'm not handsome at all, please turn the page quickly, don't worry about it!
He prayed silently.
But He Zhiyuan didn't plan to give up, and asked him, "Height."
Song Ran didn't know what to do, and explained honestly: "It looks like 1.86 meters."
He Zhiyuan adjusted his standing posture and turned to the cloakroom. A tall and straight figure was reflected in the full-length mirror. His legs were long and his shoulders were wide, and his upper and lower body proportions were harmonious.
1.88 meters, can win.
"What about the figure?"
He continued to ask.
Song Ran recalled hastily, and said embarrassedly: "The figure... is also quite good, just the kind of thin, undressed and fleshy. Uh, I haven't seen him take off his clothes! It's just... just casual. describe, describe…”
He Zhiyuan untied all the buttons he just fastened in a few times, opened the front of the shirt and lifted it to the sides—the chest muscles were firm, the abdominal muscles were clear, the V-shaped mermaid line penetrated into the waistband of the trousers, and there was a huge bulge in the crotch.
Yes, you can win.
He couldn't help but smiled contemptuously: "What about the others?"
"Others..." Song Ran was about to be embarrassed to continue, feeling that he was out of the woods, and his cheeks were burning hot, "He... laughs very nicely."
He Zhiyuan looked at his face in the mirror and scored ninety-nine.
"Any more?"
"Also, uh... He seems to have a child too." Song Ran said, "It's about the same age as Boob. I only see the side face, so I can't tell if it's a boy or a girl."
He Zhiyuan shrugged his shoulders with ease, then fastened his buttons one by one again, and began to choose a tie.
Don't be afraid.
Boob is so cute, of course he wins.
After Song Ran praised the Infiniti goddess, he didn't wait for a response from the other side for a long time, thinking that He Zhiyuan was angry - He Zhiyuan in his impression has always been a mature and stable elite image, how can he expect that Mr. Elite will be preoccupied with looking in the mirror to compare wins and losses
So he cleared his throat uneasily and said, "Mr. He, please believe me, I took the initiative to confess to you because there is no ghost in my heart. If there is a ghost, I will definitely hide it from you. , I don't know how to read minds. When I meet someone I don't know, the first impression is of course looking at the face. I'm not blind, so how can I not care about handsome guys... If you blame me for this, I won't recognize it. "
He Zhiyuan couldn't help laughing: "Don't worry, the law doesn't go back to the past. Whoever you liked before is your freedom. I don't blame you. But from today, for me, you have to put him down."
"Definitely!" Song Ran promised, "When I see him in the future, I will pretend not to know him, and promise not to strike up a word!"
These words were pleasant, and He Zhiyuan felt a lot more relaxed.
He took off a dark fine-striped tie, raised it, and tied it deftly. During the process, he looked at himself in the mirror, his movements were stagnant, and he couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.
Whether according to the aesthetic standards of Asians or Europeans and Americans, he has always been confident in his appearance and figure. Why does Songran casually mention a comparison object, and he will be like a great enemy
This ordinary little neighbor, who has known each other for less than ten days, has been branded into his heart without a trace after a few phone calls.
He was probably really out of control.
"Songran, I'm curious, what image do you see me as?"
He Zhiyuan lowered his head to straighten his cuffs and asked casually.
Song Ran was surprised: "Uh, this..."
Immediately before his eyes, there appeared an image of an amiable IT uncle who was 1.75 meters tall, slightly fat, not too thick with hair, wearing a plaid shirt.
To be honest, he also expected Mr. He to be a handsome man, but he knew that in reality, there are too few men who have many advantages in one. In his small world, the Infiniti goddess has already occupied a hole. If Mr. He occupies another one, his peach blossoms will be too brilliant.
Song Ran didn't want to offend He Zhiyuan, so he said lightly: "Mr. He, I think your voice is very nice, very magnetic, trustworthy, and gentle in character... Well, you are also calm, generous, and patient. You are very kind to me. it is good."
He Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows: "No?"
"Also... still handsome."
Seeing that he was not satisfied, Song Ran immediately added a sentence against his will. Because of the guilty conscience, the voice is very small.
He Zhiyuan was really happy this time.
It seems that his Song Ran is an out-and-out little face control. There was still a period of time before he returned to China, so he had to send a photo as soon as possible to ward off evil spirits, so as not to be unable to control people across the Pacific Ocean, and to be pryed by a rival in love who appeared out of nowhere.
The clock pointed to eight o'clock sharp, He Zhiyuan changed into a black formal suit, stretched out his hand and tightened his tie, the appearance reflected in the mirror was rigorous and abstinent. A strong hormonal scent came out, overshadowing the scent of men's perfume.
He picked up his phone, pushed the door and went downstairs.
"Songran, although I really want to chat with you for a while, but I have to go to the company." He picked up the car key on the coffee table, the leather pendant swayed from side to side, and the black, red and gold shield emblem flashed by, " Can you sleep alone?"
Song Ran nodded shyly: "I can sleep."
He Zhiyuan said again: "You just promised to be my little boyfriend. It stands to reason that I should spend more time with you. But in the next week, until I return to China, my work intensity will be in hell mode, and I can only be like this every day. Would you mind talking on the phone with you for a while?"
"I don't mind, I don't mind!" Song Ran said hurriedly, "I've been single for more than 20 years, and I don't care if one day is more or less. You can be busy with yours, don't worry about me."
He Zhiyuan paused and said warmly, "I'm sorry. It's my dereliction of duty to let your life be the same as before. When I come back, I will definitely compensate you more."
Song Ran was even more shy: "Well."
"Let Zhan Yuwen take your body temperature, take medicine, sleep, don't stay up late."
"Um."
"If you have a dream at night, you can only dream of me, not anyone else."
The last six words were spoken slowly and heavily, three points intimidating, seven points ambiguous, as if to emphasize something deliberately. Song Ran was nestled in the corner of the bed, and the red tide spread all the way from her cheeks to her neck.
"Well, only... only dreaming of you, I promise."
His voice was as light as a mosquito.
On the private driveway of the single-family building, the car that had been quiet all night roared and drove into the street covered with fallen leaves, then stepped up the accelerator and left Yu Wen's surviving residence. 101 Highway.
The sun had already risen, and the light shone through the windows, flickering rapidly as the trees passed by the roadside.
He Zhiyuan felt dazzled, reached out to open the glasses case on the roof of the car, took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on the bridge of his nose.
This is a wonderful morning.
At six o'clock, he was still a lone wolf with cubs and no mate. At eight o'clock, he had already put the stumbling cutie on the other end of the phone into his pocket—although not perfect, with a few annoying twists and turns. From now on, he has to cover his pockets tightly and not let Little Cutie go out, lest the hungry wolf on the same floor find him and take him back to the wolf's den.
What a joke.
His wolf, who had been starving for five years, had yet to speak.