Pastel Colours

Day0922:39

He Zhiyuan picked up his shirt and put it on neatly, holding the front flap and shaking his shoulders, smoothing the hem, and buttoning down the collar one by one. While he was tying it, a humbling voice came from the phone: "Mr. He, I think couples should...should be frank with each other, not hiding secrets."

He Zhiyuan kept moving his hands, "What secret do you hide?"

Songran was caught off guard: "Huh?"

He Zhiyuan laughed softly: "You hid things as soon as you heard it, maybe it's still a big thing. It's okay, you can say it, be lenient, I don't deduct your impression points."

"Oh, then I... Then I will organize the sentence."

Songran was so nervous that he clenched his ten fingers into a fist, lowered his head, held his breath, brewed for a while, then turned his mind, and looked up: "Mr. He, I don't make much money. I live in the cheapest, evenly distributed water and electricity. Husband’s room. I moved here recently because I...I want to see someone here."

He Zhiyuan heard the words, the leisurely smile on the corners of his lips solidified in an instant, and the fingers that were being fastened frozen on his chest like freezing.

"the man?"

Songran nodded: "Yeah."

The volume is low, as if doing something wrong.

He Zhiyuan suddenly remembered that Lin Hui had forced Songran to agree to the relationship before. Songran once mentioned that he had a person he liked and was working hard to pursue it. At that time, he thought that Songran was just ridiculing Lin Hui's peach blossoms, but he didn't think there was such a person.

After a long while, He Zhiyuan's expression and limbs slowly melted the ice.

He continued to button down his expressionlessly, but the muscles under his shirt were obviously tightened: "What is his name and where does he live?"

"I live... just live in our building. I don't know how many floors are there." Songran hurriedly shook his head. "I only saw him once. I saw him from a distance when I was visiting the house. I never saw him again..."

Only seeing one side, that is love at first sight.

He Zhiyuan frowned and his face worsened-it sounded like the other party had a good look. There were several famous film and television stars living in this community, and I didn't know if Songran hit him. If so, he might not be able to do it.

He calmly asked, "Now, do you still like him?"

"Now... of course I like you more now!"

Song Ran was anxious to argue, blurted out.

The original intention of these words was to comfort He Zhiyuan, but he was not good at lying and did not plug the loopholes-since there is "preferred", there will naturally be "general likes", and ordinary likes are still likes.

He Zhiyuan was jealous.

For him, it is not a problem to have a rival in love, the problem is that the rival lives in the same building with them. The time ahead is so long, Songran always has a chance to meet that man. He believes in Songran's character and is not afraid of being green, but the incipient feelings cannot be suppressed by reason. Just imagining the eyes of Songran that light up for others in that second, he is like a throat.

He Zhiyuan is a person with a strong sense of territory. If he does not belong to him, he will not take a second look at him. If he belongs to him, others will be considered provocative.

And Songran belongs to him.

The desire for protection and possessiveness that had been suppressed for five years had just been aroused, and a rival in love appeared immediately, which was tantamount to rushing into an unfamiliar lion in the territory, roaring at him, and openly provoking.

He wants to win the confrontation more than to declare his anger.

He Zhiyuan felt tight in his chest. He unbuttoned his shirt collar with one hand to breathe air. He pressed his lips together and asked, "What does he look like?"

Songran said in a small voice: "Just... very handsome."

"Be specific."

This time, Songran learned to be clever and blocked it back without leaking: "It's been a long time, I really can't remember what he looks like! Really!"

You see, I can’t remember it clearly, it means I’m not very impressed, and I’m not so handsome at all. Please turn the page quickly, don’t worry about it!

He prayed silently.

But He Zhiyuan did not intend to give up, and asked him: "Height."

Songran didn't make any difference, and honestly explained: "It's about 1.86 meters tall."

He Zhiyuan adjusted his stance and turned to the cloakroom. A tall and straight figure is reflected in the full-length mirror on the floor, with long legs and shoulder widths, and the proportions of the upper and lower body are coordinated. The visual inspection is impeccable.

One meter eighty-eight can win.

"What about the figure?"

He continued to ask.

Songran recalled hastily, and said embarrassedly: "The figure... is also pretty good, just the one who looks thin in clothes and has flesh when undressed. Uh, I haven't seen him take off his clothes! Just... Just describe it casually..."

He Zhiyuan unbuttoned all the buttons he had just fastened in a few times, and opened the placket and lifted it to the sides-strong chest muscles, clear abs, V-shaped mermaid line deep into the waistband, and a huge bulge in the crotch.

Yes, you can win.

He couldn't help but smiled contemptuously: "What about the others?"

"Other..." Songran was about to be embarrassed to continue, feeling that he was almost out of the wall, his cheeks were hot, "He...he looks good with a smile."

He Zhiyuan looked at his face in the mirror and scored ninety-nine points.

"Anything else?"

"Also, uh... he seems to have a child too." Songran said, "It's about the same age as Boob, I only see the profile, and I can't tell if it's a boy or a girl."

He Zhiyuan shrugged easily, tied the buttons one by one again, and began to choose a tie.

Don't be afraid.

Bobo is so cute, of course he wins.

Songran praised the Infiniti male god, but after a long time waiting to respond to him, he thought that He Zhiyuan was angry. He had always been a mature and stable elite image in his impression. How could he want to get a gentleman who would look at the mirror to compare winning or losing?

So he cleared his throat anxiously and said, "Mr. He, please believe me. I take the initiative to confess to you because I don't have any ghosts in my heart. If there are ghosts, I must hide them from you. Also, , I don’t know how to read minds. When I meet someone I don’t know, my first impression is of course the face. I’m not blind, so how could I not tickle the handsome guy... If you blame me on this, I don’t recognize it. ."

He Zhiyuan couldn't help laughing: "Don't worry, the law doesn't go back to the past. I don't blame you for whoever you liked before is your freedom. But starting today, for me, you have to put him down."

"Sure!" Songran promised, "When I see him in the future, I will pretend not to know him, and I promise not to strike up a conversation!"

These words are pleasant, and He Zhiyuan feels a lot more comfortable.

He took off a dark fine-grained tie, raised the collar, and fastened it skillfully. During the process, he looked at himself in the mirror, his movements stagnated, and he couldn't help shaking his head and smiling.

Whether it is 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 say a comparison object, he will be like a big enemy?

This ordinary little neighbor, who had known each other for less than ten days, had a few phone calls, and it was burned into his heart without showing a trace.

He might be really out of control.

"Songran, I'm very curious, what image do I look like in your eyes?"

He Zhiyuan lowered his head to adjust his cuffs and asked casually.

Songran was surprised: "Uh, this..."

An image of an amiable IT uncle who was 1.75 meters tall, slightly fat, not too thick, wearing a plaid shirt, and amiable appeared in his eyes.

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 combine many advantages. In his small world, the Infiniti male **** has already occupied a hole, and if Mr. He occupies another one, then his peach blossoms are too brilliant.

Songran didn’t want to offend He Zhiyuan, and said lightly, “Mr. He, I think your voice is very nice, very magnetic, trustworthy, and gentle... Well, and calm, generous, patient, and treat me very good."

He Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows: "Nothing?"

"Also... still handsome."

Seeing that he was dissatisfied, Songran immediately added something against his will. Because of a guilty conscience, the voice is very small.

He Zhiyuan is really happy this time.

It seems that his Song Ran is an out-and-out little face control. There is still some time before returning to China, so he has to send a photo as soon as possible to reach the town of evil spirits, so as not to control people across the Pacific Ocean and be pryed into the corner by a love rival who has emerged from nowhere.

With the clock pointing to eight o'clock, He Zhiyuan changed into a black formal suit and stretched out his hand to tighten his tie. The appearance reflected in the mirror was strict and abstinent. The strong hormonal breath exudes, overshadowing the fragrance of men's perfume.

He picked up the phone and pushed the door downstairs.

"Songran, although I really want to chat with you for a while, 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 coat of arms flashed by. Can you sleep alone?"

Songran nodded shyly: "I can sleep."

He Zhiyuan said again: "You just agreed to be my little boyfriend. It stands to reason that I should spare more time to spend time with you. But in the next week, until I return to China, my work intensity will be in **** mode. Do you mind if I speak with you for a while?"

"Don't mind or don't mind!" Songran hurriedly said, "I have been single for more than 20 years, and I don't care about one more day or one less day. You don't care about me if you are busy with you."

He Zhiyuan paused and said warmly: "I'm sorry. It's my negligence to make your life the same as before. When I come back, I will repay you twice."

Songran was even more shy: "Yeah."

"Let Zhan Yuwen take your body temperature, take medicine, take medicine, sleep, don't stay up late."

"Ok."

"If you dream at night, you can only dream of me, not others."

The last six words are slow and heavy, three-point threatening, seven-point ambiguous, as if deliberately emphasized something. Songran nestled in the corner of the bed, and the red tide spread all the way from her cheeks to her neck.

"Well, only...I only dream of you, I promise."

The voice is as light as a mosquito.

On the private driveway of the single-family building, the cars that had been quiet for a whole night roared and drove into the small road covered with fallen leaves. Then they increased the accelerator and left the surviving residence. After several turns, they drove into the car. 101 highway.

The sun has already risen, and the light shines into the car window, flashing quickly with the trees passing by the road.

Feeling dazzling, He Zhiyuan stretched out his hand to open the glasses case on the roof of the car, took out a pair of sunglasses and placed it on the bridge of his nose.

This is a wonderful morning.

At six o'clock, he was still a lone wolf with a cub and no companion. At eight o'clock, he had put the little cutie talking on the other end of the phone into his pocket-although it was not perfect, there was a little more annoying twist. From now on, he will cover his pockets tightly, and keep the little cutie out, lest he is found by the hungry wolf in the same building and dangles back into the wolf cave.

What a joke.

He hasn't said anything about this wolf that has been hungry for five years.