While several vice presidents of Enrui Group watched with relish the performance video of Mr. Fu's rumored boyfriend, Hua Xiang, the protagonist of the video, was struggling in a miserable life.
"Why should I change the game room into your study?!" Hua Xiang jumped up and down the room angrily, and as he jumped, the big gold chain slammed into his chest.
Li Weixi looked at him coldly: "It's not my study, it's your study. You are twenty years old, except for those inexplicable magazines and comics, have you read a whole book?"
Hua Xiang said proudly: "Nonsense! I have read a whole set of textbooks in six years of high school!"
"..."
Li Weixi felt that he should not lower his IQ and said one more word to a person who needs to study in high school for six years: "Lingtang entrusted you to me, I hope I can teach you well in this month, and help you change into your own. Bad habits. For example, you don't read books, you like to stay up late... "
"Stop!" Hua Xiang made a pause with his hands, "Mr. Li, you can't talk nonsense! My biological clock is super punctual, and I sleep for eight hours every day. If you blame it, the sun does not rise according to my biological clock."
Li Weixi was speechless again.
The other party was so unreasonable, Li Weixi was too lazy to talk to him: "If you are determined not to cooperate, I can only let your mother come forward to communicate with you."
Fuck, Huaxiang has never seen such a despicable person since he graduated from elementary school, but he is going to sue his parents? If Hua Xiang was afraid, wouldn't his three-foot dick grow in vain
"Okay, you want to complain to my mother, right? I'll call for you." Hua Xiang was not afraid of Li Weixi's threats at all, and took out his mobile phone to dial his mother in front of him.
After a few seconds of beeping on the phone, the phone was picked up, and Mama Hua's warm voice came from the receiver.
"Xiangxiang, why did you suddenly think of calling Mom?"
Hua Xiang glanced at Li Weixi: "Mom, I have something to tell you. Li Weixi..."
"By the way, Xiangxiang, do you want to go home for dinner tonight? Now that you've moved out, don't you always order takeout? Takeaway is not nutritious!"
Hua Xiang is a single-threaded robot. When he heard that he was going to eat, he immediately threw out the matter of suing the village owner. He has been miserable these past few days. He only has 400 yuan of pocket money a day. He doesn’t like the cheap restaurants on the food delivery app, and he can’t eat the expensive ones every day. As a result, he is always hungry and full recently. Suddenly. Now that Mama Hua said she was going to call him home, he became Pavlov's hound, drooling.
"Okay, okay, mom, I'll go back tonight! I want to eat the rice cooked by you, not the cook's aunt!" He ordered happily, "I want to eat sea cucumber with green onions, abalone rice bowl, lobster four season soup, soft Fried crab…”
After hearing this, Hua's mother laughed at him: "Why are you so greedy, eat all seafood!"
"Yes, yes, I didn't know that seafood is so expensive until I left home. I haven't eaten it for a long time!"
Li Weixi was listening to the conversation between the mother and son, and felt that Hua Xiang was not even 12 years old, let alone 20 years old, and he looked like a playboy.
Hua's mother loves her son, so naturally she agrees with everything Hua Xiang says: "Mom has memorized all the dishes you said, and I will ask the driver to take me to the seafood market in a while. When you come at night, let Mr. Li drive you, you drive Too fast, mom don't worry..."
"Wait!" Hua Xiang yelled strangely, "Li Weixi is going too?"
"Yes, Mr. Li has to take care of you. Parents just took this opportunity to thank him."
Hua Xiang didn't want a stranger to appear at his family banquet, so he deliberately said: "But Mr. Li has something to do tonight and can't go, he has to socialize."
Li Weixi raised his eyebrows to look at him, and asked with his mouth: Why don't I know
However, Hua's mother did not follow the common sense: "Ah... If Mr. Li has something to do, then don't get together tonight. These dishes will be eaten when you come to the house next time."
"Mom... my own mother... you promised me to cook seafood."
"Why don't you, Xiangxiang, order a takeaway kelp soup yourself."
"..."
A blind tone came from the handset. Hua Xiang raised the phone and wanted to smash it into several pieces to discourage him, but he remembered the price of the phone before throwing it away, and finally threw the phone on the sofa without any injuries. He sat there dejectedly, lamenting why he had become so poor that he couldn't even afford a mobile phone.
Hua Xiang realized that his mother had completely gone to the beef noodle camp. He, who ate hamburgers by himself, couldn't afford to be provoked.
Not to mention that Mr. Li wants to transform the game room into a study room, even if Mr. Li wants to transform Huaxiang into a girl, he probably has nothing to say.
Hua Xiang actually doesn't like playing games that much, but young boys are more or less familiar with some popular things nowadays. Huaxiang's family is rich, so VR, PSP, and WII are sold one by one, and hundreds of original game CDs are purchased, but most of them have not been opened. The game room is full of pits and valleys, and four-fifths are covered with dust.
Li Weixi leaned against the door with his arms folded, instructing Hua Xiang to pack and seal the bags by himself.
Of course Hua Xiang was unwilling, clamoring to hire a cleaning lady to clean up.
"Are you rich?" Li Weixi asked.
Hua Xiang became honest.
He murmured, "Without morals, without morals, without great virtues, you force people to tear down their spiritual homes with their own hands."
Li Weixi was not that fascist either. Seeing his reluctance, he agreed with him to do post-disaster reconstruction work in the living room.
While Hua Xiang moved those game discs from the game room to the living room, Li Weixi sat at the table in the dining room and worked online.
He came to China this time to work, not only on a business trip, but also to escape with excuses. He managed to win a big contract, but his family stopped all his cards. It would be a lie to say that he was not disappointed. He simply gave Vincent and himself a vacation, and temporarily stopped the follow-up tasks at hand.
Wen Sen made a video connection with him and reported the situation in the past two days: "...boss, my mobile phone has been blown up by the president and his wife these days..."
"Those who talk about business affairs can be picked up, but those who talk about private affairs are hung up." Li Weixi said.
Now that Wen Sen is familiar with him, he is a lot bolder: "Don't make it difficult for me. How would I know if it was a business or a private matter before I answered it? As long as I get paid for a day, I have to answer the calls from the president and his wife."
"Then what did they say?"
"For business matters, we are urging us to go back, and for private matters, we are also urging us to go back."
Don't mention those who urge marriage or not to urge marriage, after all, the original contract that was just signed is still in their hands.
Li Weixi said calmly, "Then go back."
"… Huh???"
"Let's leave the day after tomorrow and send the contract back as soon as possible. I guess my mother will invite you to drink tea after you go back. Then you can just watch and talk."
Vincent instantly "screamed".
He is just an ordinary fresh graduate who is still in the internship period, and he doesn't want to challenge the bottom boss by leapfrogging alone! And it's a double boss!
Comrade Wen Sen, who was wearing a shirt and tie, pajama pants and fur slippers, was frowning at the camera, hesitating to speak.
He was about to open his mouth to say something more, when he suddenly heard a familiar shout from the video. Although the other party's shadow cannot be seen in the camera, Vincent is 100% sure that the person who can say such mentally retarded words must be his deadly enemy.
"Huh? I actually bought this book?!"
"Fuck, this game is so interesting, I didn't even unpack it!"
"Where the hell is this wire connected to? Why is it a five-point plug..."
In the video, Li Weixi was as motionless as a mountain, with his hands folded on the table, as if he didn't hear Hua Xiang's nagging at all.
Wen Sen asked tentatively: "...What's wrong with Hua Xiang?"
As a result, a shocking scene happened—Wen Sen watched as Boss Li's mouth turned into an inconspicuous arc, and he said in a tone mixed with sarcasm and jokes: "It's nothing. The little girl packs up her clothes." I found out that I bought so many clothes last summer, I had to try them one by one before putting them in the box.”
"..."
By the time Li Weixi and Wen Sen finished talking about work and hung up the video call, Huaxiang had completed less than one-fifth of the ant moving work.
The road from the game room to the living room is full of messy CDs, figurines, and magazines, and the instigator is happily connecting the PS2 to the big TV in the living room, holding a remote control in his hand and selecting games.
Seeing the mess everywhere, Li Weixi knocked on the door frame and reminded him: "Work first and then play. There is no place to set foot in this room now."
Hua Xiang hated him pointing fingers at first, and when he heard the words, he didn't even know how to think, so he threw out a sentence: "This is my house, don't meddle in things."
"How do you prove that this is your house? Just because your name is written on the real estate certificate?" Li Weixi pointed him, "This house belongs to you in terms of property rights, but your parents paid for it. Yes. You are already twenty years old, no matter which country’s laws you look at, you are an adult, you should learn to grow up slowly before you have the ability to give back to your parents.”
But Huaxiang doesn't think he needs to grow up. He is so young, he has everything that his peers dream of, why must he grow up.
His father earned money that he could never earn in his entire life. If he didn't help his father spend it, who else would spend it.
Hua Xiang thinks that Mr. Li is really annoying. Fortunately, when they first met, Hua Xiang offered to help Mr. Li peel shrimp. Now I kindly "take in" him, but the one who lives in is not a friend who is sixteen years younger than him, but a cold elder.
Isn't it just an inappropriate joke at the beginning, as for holding grudges until now
Hua Zixiang, a 20-year-old boy, is full of resentment and has nowhere to vent. He thinks it's time to tell Li Weixi who is the master of this family!
That night, Li Weixi was sitting on the bed and was browsing foreign language news websites. Hua Xiang, who was wearing pajamas, suddenly opened the door and swaggered into Li Weixi's bedroom.
Li Weixi: "..." Why are there no locks in all the rooms
Hua Xiang looked up at Li Weixi proudly, without explaining a word, walked into the bathroom in Li Weixi's room arrogantly.
Close the door, leave the lock open, pee.
All in one go.
Then Hua Xiang came out of the bathroom with his neck up again, moaning and saying, "This is my house, I pee wherever I like."
Li Weixi's eyes were cold: "Do you know that your behavior is very similar to that of a turf-warring puppy?"
Hua Xiang: So angry, so angry, so angry, so angry!
Li Weixi said again: "Also, you didn't flush the toilet just now, go back and flush."
Hua Xiang knew he was in the wrong, so he rushed back with his mouth pursed and grunting.
When Hua Xiang left the bathroom again, Li Weixi beckoned Hua Xiang to come forward, and Hua Xiang leaned against his bed with an inexplicable expression.
There was only one dim bedside lamp turned on in the room, and the figure of the big boy was outlined by the bedside lamp as a blurred and enlarged figure, which cast on Li Weixi's body, and the embrace of the shadow enveloped his whole body.
Hua Xiang looked down and saw that Mr. Li had exquisite eyebrows and eyes. Although he was leaning on the head of the bed, he did not appear weak at all. He was wearing a pale yellow silk pajamas, the silky fabric was clinging to his body, making his shoulders thin but not thin. Under the open neckline, the thin white neck hangs slightly like a swan, and the collarbone is straight and slender. Hua Xiang knows that if he crawls back along Mr. Li's shoulders, he will see a whole piece of ink smeared on the On that white back.
Hua Xiang swallowed involuntarily, he wondered if Li Weixi had noticed. He raised his head and asked bluntly, "What did you ask me to do?"
Li Weixi said: "It's nothing, let's see if you are really like a dog, you will come when you bark."
Hua Xiang felt that his obsession just now was all his fucking brain fever.
The gas tank Hua Xiang left in a rage, Li Weixi watched the news on the bed for a while, but couldn't calm down.
He thought of the cohabitation life in just a few days, which attracted so many gossip. He thought of Hua Xiang standing in front of his bed just now, with long black hair hanging down his cheeks, his eyebrows and eyes like the rising sun, and his innocent heart was evident.
Twenty years old... still a child.
Li Weixi can no longer remember what he looked like sixteen years ago.
He put down the things in his hands, lifted the quilt, got up and walked to the bathroom.
He originally planned to wash up and go to bed, but when he saw the scene inside the door, his pupils constricted, and the anger that had been suppressed for several days met sparks enough to make him explode at this moment—
— "Hua Xiang, why didn't you lift the toilet seat?!"
The author has something to say: In fact, Hua Xiang is really naive, his mentality is very immature, and he still has a long way to go.
The three young people in this article:
Hua Xiang is twenty.
Qiu Qiu is twenty-one.
Vincent twenty-two.
The three are about the same age, but their growth environments are too different, and they have developed different personalities.
In fact, Mr. Li also has Mr. Li's shortcomings. In short, this couple is making troubles, making troubles, making troubles desperately.