My friend, you understand the scriptures!
"Did you just try to sneak me a drink?"
Zheng Cheng stood up in feigned shock, "You have to have someone die to celebrate your birthday to be happy?"
The birthday celebrants who came over after hearing the noise happened to hear Zheng Cheng's words, and they all looked at Gu Jiaxin who was sitting on the ground in surprise.
"What happened? I was just leaving for a while, how come all the cups were broken?!" Gu Zi Chen was at a loss when he saw the broken glass all over the floor.
"Gu Zichen, I specially persuaded Sisi to attend your birthday party, but you sent your cousin to secretly force me to drink? Is this how you, the Gu family, behave?" Zheng Cheng frowned at him.
"Ah? He asked you to drink?!" Zheng Sisi's face changed drastically when she heard it. She rushed over and grabbed Zheng Cheng's hand worriedly.
"Getting Young Master Zheng drunk? Why would I do that? Isn't this causing trouble for the family?" Gu Zichen waved his hands repeatedly and turned to glare at Gu Jiaxin, "What a good thing you did!"
Gu Jiaxin pretended not to hear.
"Let's go home! I don't want to play anymore." Zheng Sisi pulled Zheng Cheng and walked towards the door.
"Sisi, didn't we agree to chat for a while?" Gu Zichen was still confused and said reluctantly.
"What are you talking about! Your family wants to harm my brother! I'll tell dad when I get home!" Zheng Sisi pulled Zheng Cheng out.
"Hanyu, let's go." Zheng Cheng signaled Hanyu to retreat with him.
Hu Hanyu leaned over slowly and stretched out his hand to Gu Jiaxin, trying to pull him.
"Who wants you to pull?!" Gu Jiaxin slapped his hand away, "I'm happy to sit on the ground."
"Oh, Gu family, so that's how it is. You don't want the face you give you, so forget it." Hu Hanyu stood up with a smile, and deliberately tripped him when he crossed his legs. The tip of his leather shoe kicked into Gu Jiaxin's calf, and he screamed in pain.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Gu. I'm drunk and my steps are unsteady. Tianren will give you ten pounds of pig's trotters to replenish your energy later." Hu Hanyu said this, and with light steps, he pulled Collin out of the private room and closed the door.
"Mr. Hu! You are the dog of the Zheng family!" Gu Jiaxin roared inwardly.
"Woof woof." Hu Hanyu barked at Zheng Cheng twice.
"Psycho!" Zheng Cheng cursed while laughing.
On the way to the door, they told Zheng Sisi the whole story, and the three of them burst into laughter.
"So this is who you are, Hu Hanyu? I thought you were a gentle and handsome guy just now." Zheng Sisi said in surprise.
"Well, I'm a handsome guy." Hu Hanyu was not modest at all.
"Can you have some shame? Just accept it when someone says you're handsome. Collin knows how to be humble. It's Chinese culture to ask questions." Zheng Cheng didn't realize that his gaze stayed on Hanyu's face for a long time.
"No, no, Mr. Hu is very handsome and a good man." Collin gave a thumbs up. "Mr. Zheng is even more perfect."
Comparative degrees are good.
"We are international students just like you. We rely on friends when we go out. You should make more good men friends in the future and stop hanging out with 'them'." Zheng Cheng patted him.
After saying goodbye to Collin, Zheng Sisi asked Lao Chen to pick her up. The remaining one, who was drunk and did not have a domestic driver's license, could only sit in Hu Hanyu's G-Class and wait for the designated driver to pick them up.
"Why don't you go with your sister?" Hu Hanyu asked as the two of them sat in the back seat and chatted.
"You helped me block the wine and made me vent my anger, but I just left you? Am I that kind of person?" Zheng Cheng snorted.
"Isn't it?" Hu Hanyu asked.
"No! I think you are the one!"
"You are not, and neither am I." Hu Hanyu looked at him, "We are the same kind of people."
Who is the same kind of person as him? Bitch. Zheng Cheng looked out the window.
The party on the first floor of the Gu family's manor is still going on. From the door, you can see the waving beams of light from the spotlights, and from time to time a firework pops up, which seems like two different worlds compared to the quiet and deserted gate.
"Zheng Cheng." Hu Hanyu suddenly called him, "Have we met before?"
"Oh, Mr. Hu from Sheli, you finally remembered?" Zheng Cheng turned to look at him. "You almost slapped me in the face at that time, you were so fierce."
Hu Hanyu was stunned. This didn't seem like the answer he had imagined. After struggling for a long time, he finally dug something out from the depths of his memory: "Oh, you are the internet celebrity I kicked out back then?"
"You haven't remembered it for a long time?" Zheng Cheng's voice suddenly became louder. "Then you said you had seen me before? Are you going to pursue me? Can you win me over with such an old-fashioned method?"
"No, no, I really remember where I've seen you..." Hu Hanyu patted his shoulder and smiled, "You're a man, why would I chase you?"
So men can’t pursue women? Who says men can’t be pursued?
Wait, this is not the point, Zheng Cheng!
Zheng Cheng regretted leaving with Zheng Sisi's car. He didn't want to say a word to Hu Hanyu. He turned his face to the window and took out his phone, swiping at it. He couldn't understand why his heartbeat had sped up just now, nor why he was so angry now.
Annoying! Hu Hanyu is so annoying!
"Hey." Hu Hanyu patted him.
"What?" Zheng Cheng didn't even turn his head.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "At that time, I thought you were just an ordinary blogger."
"Yes, you hate people like me who play with traffic the most." Zheng Cheng gritted his teeth.
"I said it? You remember it so clearly?" Hu Hanyu laughed first, "I find you hold grudges very well."
It's a pity that I discovered it too late, I have already made a note of it.
"Zheng Cheng." Hu Hanyu called him again, as if he had accepted that he could just call him by his first name. "Do you remember what you wanted to eat then?"
"What? You want to cook for me now? You're crazy." Zheng Cheng finally turned around and was amused when he saw the rare seriousness on Hu Hanyu's face.
This guy is quite interesting.
"Forget it, Counselor. Just help me surpass Peach Juice Yaoyao and I'll forgive you."
Seeing Zheng Cheng smile, Hu Hanyu seemed to be relieved, and his lips curled up again: "Of course, I love traffic, traffic is really good."
"You make money with me. When the relic is reopened, I must be the first customer to book the entire place." Zheng Cheng extended his hand. "Want to cooperate? Boss Hu, this is a win-win situation."
Hu Hanyu didn't reach out.
What does he mean? Zheng Cheng was puzzled.
"As long as you win," he said, "I'll consider it a friendship."
"Friends?" You're not mistaken, business is business, what friends? Let's just not shake hands.
Before Zheng Cheng withdrew his hand, Hu Hanyu held his hand, and the warmth of his dry palm passed along his arm all the way to his heart.
"Yes, friend." Hu Hanyu said, "I owed you something before, so I'll pay you back part of it today. From now on, can we be friends?"
When Zheng Cheng first met Hu Hanyu today, there was only one thing in his mind: Enemies often meet on a narrow road.
Now the road is a little wider because of him.
"Well, forget it," he said now.
"Then please accept it." Hu Hanyu said, "I want to be your friend."
The designated driver finally arrived. Zheng Cheng gave the address and Hu Hanyu also checked it on his mobile phone.
"Don't you live in Zheng Mansion?" he asked after checking the location.
"Well, I have my own house, and I don't get along well with my dad. I get annoyed by seeing him." Zheng Cheng was reading his little green book at the moment.
"So you don't want to get involved in the family business and become a blogger yourself?" Hu Hanyu touched the tip of his nose with his finger. "You have the same idea as me, a second-generation entrepreneur."
Zheng Cheng chuckled, but said nothing. It was the same, yet different.
His Little Green Book account was found by many fans of D-Station, and the number of fans reached 6,000. The handsome photos he casually posted actually received thousands of likes, almost catching up with the videos he carefully shot.
Xiao Ming suggested that he post today's schedule, but Zheng Cheng disagreed. He didn't create the account with the intention of using his home data traffic, unlike some people.
Peach Juice Yaoyao actually just posted another little green book, a beautiful photo of him at a swimming pool at a perfect angle, with spots of water stains on his pink shirt, and the caption: [The stars on your body are blessings from the birthday star, happy birthday [love]]
The number of comments has exceeded 100:
[Peach Juice's little baby: Wow, our Yaoyao is indeed a rich young master! ]
[Peach Baked Milk (Yaoyao Chicken Leg Version): My baby is so beautiful, it really is the kind of temperament that can only be cultivated through wealth]
[AAA passerby: Envy of the big swimming pool]
Scrolling down, Zheng Cheng saw a line:
[Tomorrow Will Be Better: Why are there only exterior shots? Can't we go inside?]
Phew, this can’t be Xiao Ming.
I just wanted to check this person's homepage and found that the comment had been deleted.
Peach Juice Yaoyao is so stingy.
Let Xiao Ming register a small account tomorrow so that it will be more convenient to scold him.
Should I thank Hu Hanyu?
Although he is not very likable, he felt so good about venting his anger today. Zheng Cheng's tutor would feel uncomfortable if he didn't say something.
"Hu Hanyu, thank you for today." Zheng Cheng suddenly spoke when they were almost there. After thinking for a moment, he added, "And that day, in the elevator."
"Oh, nothing." Hu Hanyu was typing on his cell phone keyboard.
"I didn't bite you that day... did I?" Zheng Cheng asked while looking out the window.
"Huh? Bite? No." Hu Hanyu's laughter reached his ears, and Zheng Cheng felt his face getting hot. "You're quite good, just leaning on my neck like this..."
"Shut up. When you go next week, forget everything." Zheng Cheng interrupted him, opened the door, got out of the car, and closed it smoothly without giving him a chance to speak again.
[Eat and Drink: [Guinea Pig Salute] See you next week]
Very polite.
Zheng Yuan has shares in Jiangnan Yayun, the top-notch property on Nanjiang Road, so the top-floor duplex was given to Zheng Cheng.
Entering the building, swiping his card, and taking the elevator—Zheng Cheng had never felt the journey was so slow. It was too hot and humid, and even in his thin tweed jacket, he felt like he was burning all over.
Maybe it wasn't just because of the weather, but Zheng Cheng wishfully blamed it all on the bad weather.
It’s all because of this crappy weather!
Fortunately, the room was cool. Before the servants left, they had turned up the air conditioning for him. His silk pajamas were laid out on the bed. He walked through the cloakroom and into the bathroom, washing away the scent of cigars, alcohol, and, perhaps imaginarily, the faint fragrance of bamboo leaves.
Saying that you like men is actually a lie.
Forget about liking boys or girls; Zheng Cheng never even knew what liking someone meant. During his eight years of adolescence, the strongest feelings he could feel were only fear and anger.
In fact, he said this in order to take revenge on Zheng Yuan and Chen Min, but he didn't expect them to accept it calmly and tell him that they support his freedom to fall in love.
Is the Shanghai Stock Exchange so open?
Tonight, he felt that his words might have come true.
Just now, when he heard Hu Hanyu say that he was a good boy, and recalled the touch of his skin on the tip of his nose when he was dying, that fuzzy feeling in his heart came up again.
Ahhhh! Wash it off! Wash it off! Zheng Cheng rubbed his face thoroughly with the cleanser.
After hesitating for a long time between the bed and the sofa, Zheng Cheng finally chose the sofa. He brewed a cup of Rooibos tea and picked up his phone again.
Hu Hanyu’s circle of friends has been openly visible for half a year. It only contains a few simple photos, such as the sunrise on the way to work, a turtle basking in the sun in the garden, and his game records... Very ordinary, so ordinary that you can't tell that he is a young master.
The most recent one was a photo of feeding a stray cat, and then a photo of a few sashimi scraps in a takeaway box. The caption was in Shanghainese: "Friend, you understand!"
“Cooking for people who understand is a pleasure.”
Somehow Zheng Cheng suddenly remembered what he had said to him.
I also remembered the way Hu Hanyu leaned over and smiled when he saw me eating a California roll.
Suddenly I felt very unhappy.
He feeds me as if he were feeding a cat?
Go to sleep!
Zheng Cheng swiped out of WeChat on his phone, threw it away, and wrapped himself up.
A minute later he bounced back up, opened the crappy reading app on his phone, and for some unknown reason, clicked on "Going Back to 18 to Make Myself Gay".
I want to hear what happened to Du Huai later!
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