Chapter 20 Patting the Head
"So you were looking for a part-time job for me in your own company." Ren Yizi and Wen Siru were sitting in a high-end revolving restaurant.
The sunlight shines in through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows on all sides, which is very comfortable.
Originally, Wen Siru wanted his family driver to pick them up, but Ren Yizi wanted to take a look at the city center where the fashion show was being held and have a quick meal.
"Strictly speaking, this is a company my father acquired. He's the largest shareholder, and I'm just taking advantage of it. I passed by here today and thought you might be here too. And sure enough, you were there, but I didn't expect you to run into this weird guy. I'm really sorry.
It’s all my fault for being too busy. If I had come with you when you first came here to work part-time, you wouldn’t be bullied by those who look down on you today…”
The sound of the violin was melodious, and Wen Siru said as he elegantly ate the small cakes in front of him.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Ren Yizi put his arm around Wen Siru's shoulders, acting like a good brother. "I haven't even thanked you for saving me yet. You don't need to apologize to me at all. If you're going to apologize, it's for those idiots!"
As he said this, the three round silver earrings on his ears swayed slightly. Under the sunlight, their sharpness was restrained, and they took on an unusually soft color.
"Okay, they're all losers," Wen Siru smiled as he looked at Ren Yizi and fed him a bite of dessert. "You look really good in this outfit today, don't give it back."
"How can that be?" Ren Yizi tasted the sweet and soft dessert, knowing that he couldn't afford it even if he worked for several years, so he declined.
"If I say yes, it's fine. If there's any loss to the company, I'll just pay for it," Wen Siru gently poked his strong arm and said in a coquettish tone, "Just wear it for me to see, okay? Please, Brother Zi!"
Wen Siru had seen casual clothes and school uniforms drying on the balcony in the dormitory many times, so he knew that Wen Siru asked him to accept these expensive clothes for models out of pity for him and in order not to hurt his self-esteem.
He refused many times, but he could not resist Wen Siru's words which seemed defensive but were actually offensive.
The restaurant slowly rotated, the beautiful scenery outside the window slowly changed, and time seemed to slow down.
Ren Yizi stared at the soft fur on Wen Siru's face illuminated by the sunlight, and wanted to ask him why he was so selfless and kind to him.
Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice coming from the table next to me.
"That illegitimate son of the Wen family, relying on his good father, came to the catwalk today and bullied others. I've had enough of this! ...He's just a bastard born of a mistress, and he's so arrogant..."
"And the guy who recently came here as a part-time model... what's his name... oh yeah, Ren Yizi! Find out who's behind him. The Wen family's illegitimate son actually calls him brother!"
——It was the model manager who was still bowing and scraping to me a few hours ago. He behaves one way in front of people and another way behind their backs.
Ren Yizi listened to him scolding Wen Siru with his fists clenched. Seeing that the manager was still cursing, he prepared to stand up with a stern face.
His clenched fist covered the warm hand, and the distinct beating of his pulse was transmitted. Wen Siru looked at the manager as if he were a clown and said to him, "Calm down, Brother Zi, I don't think it's a big deal."
"Don't hurt your body for such a small thing. It's not worth it."
"I don't want you to get hurt, physically or mentally."
The sound is like sweet and clear spring water, refreshing to the heart.
Ren Yizi's strong fist softened under the palm of Wen Siru's hand. Ren Yizi had no choice but to sit back down, indignant for Wen Siru: "I won't hit him, I'll just scold him."
Ren Yizi's youthful and arrogant voice was very unique. The manager only then noticed them. The expression on his face was blank for a moment, and he didn't know whether to put down or hold the hand that was holding the phone.
Wen Siru slowly wiped his bright red lips. The two of them had finished their snacks, and he pulled Ren Yizi to walk out leisurely.
Only when he passed by the manager, he smiled inexplicably: "In fact, you can also reincarnate into my family right away and become my younger brother."
When he said this, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes that penetrated deep into his bones.
Not even a ray of light could penetrate those dark eyes.
Unfortunately, Ren Yizi was staring at the manager with his eyes wide open and couldn't see Wen Siru's expression at all.
The manager's eyes met Wen Siru's, and his hair immediately stood on end. His body trembled imperceptibly, and a stiff smile appeared on his face: "Master Ru, please listen to my explanation..."
Wen Siru ignored him and continued to pull Ren Yizi out. He changed his expression in an instant and said to Ren Yizi, "There are too many maggots in my dad's company. Can I find you another part-time job?"
Ren Yizi readily agreed, and the two began to talk about which part-time job to look for.
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The weekend passed quickly, and time flew by as Wen Siru tutored Ren Yizi on the terrible math test questions he made.
Sunday night.
Ren Yizi turned off the lights in the dormitory and climbed onto the upper bunk. He sat on the bed and looked at the bathroom not far away. White mist came out from the crack of the door, and the fragrance of shower gel wafted in the air.
The accommodation is good in every way, except that it is a bit inconvenient to have someone around when you are self-sufficient and the school does not allow bed curtains.
Ren Yizi could only date Miss Wuzhi when Wen Siru was taking a bath, and he had to choose the right time.
He seized the opportunity and used all his skills to attack Ren Er.
When the boys in the class discussed these things, they revealed that some dormitories would help each other when they got together to watch Japanese action movies.
Ren Yizi found it difficult to understand this behavior and thought it was something only done between men.
I don't know how long it was, but when he was staring at the protein in his hand, feeling very satisfied and proud of himself, he suddenly froze. Only one thought flashed through his mind.
——Shit, I forgot to bring tissues.
He hurried downstairs to get a tissue, but unexpectedly he stepped on his own protein and slipped, getting one of his legs stuck on the stairs. The leg suddenly cramped!
"Fuck!" Ren Yizi couldn't help but swear hoarsely. He hugged his legs, trying to relieve the pain.
After a while, Wen Siru opened the bathroom door and came out.
Through the curling white mist, the two looked at each other, and Ren Yizi felt extremely embarrassed.
One of his well-proportioned and powerful legs was stuck on the stairs, while the other leg was standing straight. Bathed in the moonlight, the veins were faintly visible, giving it a particularly powerful and beautiful look.
The rich smell of shampoo floated in the air, carrying the unique fragrance of Wen Si Ru.
Wen Siru followed the long legs all the way up and saw the indescribable thing under the black T-shirt of a school bully that was fluttering in the wind. He was puzzled for a moment: "Brother Zi, what are you doing?"
Ren Yizi tapped his toes on the ground. From the young and naive look in Wen Siru's eyes, he suspected that Wen Siru was so pure that he didn't even know what DIY was.
The school bully Ren was tormented by cramps. He bit his lip to ease the pain until it subsided. Then he avoided her gaze and stammered, "Emmm... It's the piston... You know that DIY sport, right?"
Wen Siru suppressed a smile, his eyebrows slightly curved: "I didn't ask you that, I said why are you stuck here like this?"
"My leg is cramping!" Ren Yizi didn't expect Wen Siru to get what he said so quickly. He was shocked but still unwilling to give up and asked, "How do you know about pistons..."
Seeing protein on his hands, Wen Siru took out a few tissues for him and handed them to him, saying in a low voice: "Brother Zi, have you forgotten something? I am a man too."
The voice is very bewitching and seductive.
Ren Yizi's mind was agitated, and his ears were faintly stained crimson for some unknown reason.
What happened to him recently?
I always have some strange, indescribable emotions and physiological reactions because of certain words and actions of Wen Siru.
"Can you blame me for this? You look so young, I always thought you were a child who didn't know the world."
Ren Yizi's mind was in a daze. He slowly put down his foot which finally stopped cramping, took the tissue given to him by Wen Siru, and wiped his hands. He didn't want to show off in front of his same sex, so he quickly grabbed a pair of pants from the upper bunk and put them on.
"I'm almost an adult." Wen Si Ru said with a smile while sitting on his bed.
"You have to become an adult soon, so that you can play games with me without restrictions." Ren Yizi also sat next to him, changing the subject and hiding the embarrassment.
"Aren't you 8.8? You're smaller than me, right?"
"How do you know I'm 8.8?"
Wen Siru blinked and said, "You said that last time when you were drunk."
Ren Yizi finally nodded and said, "I'm in 8.8, but I did fail a grade. I'm one year older than you, brother. If I hadn't failed a grade, you would have to call me senior."
"Hello, senior," Wen Siru called out sweetly, "Why did you fail the grade, brother?"
Ren Yizi felt refreshed by being addressed by Wen Siru, and he really enjoyed this show of weakness. He was so happy that he didn't think there was anything wrong with telling Wen Siru about his family's affairs, so he just poured it out: "Because of my grandmother's affairs at home, I repeated the third grade of junior high school twice. Hey, don't look at me with such sudden enlightenment. In junior high school, I relied on my childhood knowledge and my grades were pretty good. I took the exam twice and got into Hanmo, okay? Although I was a quota student every time.
Don’t ask me why I’m so bad now, it’s because math and physics are not things that people learn…”
Ren Yizi was afraid that Wen Siru would think he was calling him a beast, so he quickly adjusted himself: "I'm not saying you're a beast. Mathematics is something only gods can learn. Gods, you know? That's right, Ruzi, you are a god!"
He became more and more excited as he spoke, his eyes flashing with a light brighter than the moonlight. All the viciousness, ruthlessness and wolfishness that he showed in front of outsiders disappeared without a trace in front of Wen Si Ru, as if he had become a different person.
Wen Siru looked at him, patiently listening to Yi Zi's nonsensical nonsense, and was amused by his words.
Subconsciously, she raised her hand and touched Ren Yizi's head, and said gently, as if a spring breeze was blowing on his face, "Brother, you are so cute when you talk."
The warmth of the hand was transmitted to him, and there was a rustling sound above his head. It was like a lightning strike. He said faster than his mind: "Don't touch my head."
Wen Siru stood there at a loss, his hand withdrawn, frozen in the air, not knowing where to put it.
Ren Yizi really doesn't like people touching his head like a dog, as he thinks it is a loss of a man's dignity. Apart from his girlfriend, if anyone else touches his head, he really wants to knock that person over and repeatedly step on his hand with his shoes.
If Qin Yang were present, he would definitely feel like he was touching a tiger's beard.
But when Ren Yizi saw the innocent look of aggrieved and hurt under Wen Siru's trembling eyelashes, he subconsciously thought that a burly and rough man like him had scared the delicate young master. Ren Yizi suddenly wanted to slap himself in the face for no reason.
Wen Siru is not someone else. He has helped me so much and has been so gentle and kind to me. If he wants me to play the role of a dog, it would be no problem for him to kneel down and bark a few times in the dormitory.
Ren Yizi was thinking randomly, and tried to save his words in a panic: "No... I mean... Hey, let me be honest, I don't like others touching my head, but you, Ruzi, feel free to touch me. I was a little fierce just now, I'm sorry..."
As he spoke, he took Wen Siru's hand and touched his head again, rubbing it randomly until it became a bird's nest.
Wen Siru was held by the hand and forced to touch the extremely soft hair that was inconsistent with Ren Yizi's personality. He smiled and said, "Okay, okay, brother, I know you don't mean that."
Ren Yizi secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard what he said.
He was about to stand up and go back to the upper bunk, but his stomach suddenly felt like it was twisted and began to ache.
He immediately covered his stomach, his back teeth were biting with a crackling sound, and veins popped out on his forehead.
Wen Siru had never seen him like this before, and asked quickly, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"
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