Ling Miao walked slowly and didn't feel panicked.
Those words were his true thoughts. He couldn't stay at Su Yuyang's house, so of course he had to find another house.
Ling Miao had already opened the door and stepped out of the threshold with one foot. Suddenly Su Yuyang shouted: "Remember to come back to cook."
Su Yuyang's voice was cold and emotionless.
Ling Miao felt sad for no reason.
Ling Miao felt that his boss was really... He almost had no place to stay, and he didn't provide him with help... Although Su Yuyang did not have this obligation, he was still Su Yuyang's assistant after all! Even though he often makes mistakes, he can still keep Su Yuyang's belly full! Occasionally, when he and Su Yuyang quarreled, it was Su Yuyang who started the fight!
Thinking about every little moment of getting along with Su Yuyang, and thinking about Su Yuyang's words just now, "Remember to come back to cook", Ling Miao's heart was about to be corroded by acid until there was no residue left.
"Hey Su Yuyang."
Familiar words, familiar voice, Su Yuyang knew Ling Miao's expression without turning his head. Su Yuyang also knew that the words that followed this sentence were often a series of barrage, so he did not speak. He had to wait for Ling Miao to start breathing before he spoke - this was the experience he had gained during the time he and Ling Miao had been together.
"Su Yuyang, do you have any sympathy? Even if you don't have sympathy, can't you have a little care for your employees like a boss? I can't find a place to live, and you don't help me, but you have the nerve to let me come back and cook for you. ?Are you deliberately trying to get into trouble with me? Don’t fool me with excuses like being used to my cooking and not being able to eat takeout. I’m not your wife. I can’t cook for you forever, so you should learn it yourself as soon as possible. Cook while you're at it—don't look at me, I'm not going to teach you.
Oh, by the way, I forgot that you like a man and it is impossible to have a wife.
Also, don’t think about threatening me with salary or anything like that, I don’t do that!
Finally, don’t expect me to serve you until I find a place to live! "
As Su Yuyang expected, Ling Miao yelled out something like pouring beans, and then stared at Su Yuyang while panting slightly.
Su Yuyang had a smile on his lips and said very leisurely: "Does that person in your family know that you have such a hot temper? If he knows, it can only fully indicate that he is a jerk."
The one in my family
Ling Miao was confused by Su Yuyang's words. When did he have his other half
"I have been single for 23 years!" Ling Miao said proudly.
Su Yuyang looked like he suddenly realized it. He said in surprise: "In your 23 years of life, you haven't even held a woman's hand, right?"
"Isn't my mother a woman?" Ling Miao asked.
Su Yuyang was choked by Ling Miao's words and was almost speechless, but he quickly adjusted: "Hey Ling Miao, you have never kissed anyone, have you?"
"Of course!" Ling Miao rolled his eyes at Su Yuyang, "Didn't you just kiss me that time at your house?"
Su Yuyang was speechless again, but why did he feel that there was something wrong with Ling Miao's tone
Wronged
It seems that there is a sense of grievance in Ling Miao's tone, and she is still the kind who dares to be angry but dare not speak out, just like a good woman who has been taken over by ruffians...
Thinking of this, Su Yuyang finally understood what Ling Miao meant - his feelings were accusing him.
Um? No, where has anyone compared himself to a gangster
"Humph." Su Yuyang pretended not to notice what Ling Miao meant, and he smiled: "Is that called a kiss? It's true that he is a little man who has never kissed before."
"You..." Ling Miao was choked now.
Su Yuyang admired Ling Miao's reddish earlobes, and Ling Miao's embarrassment almost made him laugh.
Perhaps because he wanted to see Ling Miao look even more embarrassed, Su Yuyang teased, "Do you want me to tell you what a kiss is?"
"Su Yuyang!" Ling Miao shouted three words, and Su Yuyang felt that his eardrum was about to burst.
"Su Yuyang." Ling Miao's tone softened a lot, but Su Yuyang felt uncomfortable. This feeling was like the suffocating heat before the rain.
"Yuyang," Ling Miao suddenly changed his title, "Yuyang, you..." Ling Miao called Su Yuyang's name infatuatedly, the pathos and expectation in his tone hitting the hardest part of Su Yuyang's heart.
Su Yuyang sighed. He raised his hand to touch Ling Miao, but Ling Miao was standing at the door. There was a distance of two or three meters between him and Ling Miao, and there was a sofa in the middle.
Ling Miao dragged his suitcase over and stopped within reach of Su Yuyang. Su Yuyang stroked Ling Miao's hair lovingly. A hint of cunning flashed in Ling Miao's eyes, and it was this cunning that made Su Yuyang wake up instantly.
Su Yuyang cursed himself in his heart, then took his hand back and said coldly: "Aren't you going to leave? Why are you still here?"
"You don't want me anymore?" Ling Miao's lips were trembling, his hand holding the suitcase tow bar was shaking uncontrollably, and tears welled up in his eyes.
Su Yuyang was stunned: What kind of trouble was Ling Miao trying to make when he looked like he had been abandoned
"Yuyang, do you really don't want me anymore?" Ling Miao squatted on the ground and cried. His low sobs made Su Yuyang more heartbroken than his crying.