Not long after Qin Li announced the end of get out of class, Huo Zhou couldn't wait to push open the door of the piano classroom. When Qiao Guangyu, who was sitting next to the piano, saw him, his whole body seemed to light up, but he still sat there in a reserved manner. However, his eyes became happy and bright, and his tone was gentle: "...You are here."
Huo Zhou nodded to Qin Li, who packed up her music and left. Then he walked to Qiao Guangyu, lowered his head, and almost kissed him.
Qiao Guangyu closed his eyes at the right time, his lips slightly opened, and the trembling of his eyelashes betrayed his nervousness.
Huo Zhou's eyes darkened, then he stood up, smiled and touched his head: "How was your study today?"
...Haven’t you seen how well I’ve learned? Qiao Guangyu muttered to himself, wondering if Boss Huo had become more restrained after hearing that Bai Yueguang was back. He used to kiss her when he felt like it, but now he even dislikes kissing. Fortunately, they didn’t kiss each other. He had eaten a lot of shrimp dumplings in the morning, and he was afraid that Huo Zhou would notice that his mouth was full of the smell of shrimp!
But her face was full of innocence and childishness: "It's OK. I have finished learning the second and third bars. Teacher Qin said that I can finish learning this piece by next week at the earliest."
Huo Zhou seemed very satisfied with his well-behaved performance and nodded, "Play it for me when the time comes."
"Yeah." Qiao Guangyu blinked and smiled, "If I don't play it for you, who else can I play it for? You are my only audience."
Huo Zhou also smiled and took his hand and walked out of the music store. Quan Quan was standing on the side of the car waiting for them. He opened the door for them with an expressionless face and did not even look at Qiao Guangyu during the whole process.
Quan Quan was driving, while Qiao Guangyu and Huo Zhou were sitting in the back seat. Huo Zhou held Qiao Guangyu's hand and placed it on his crossed knees. He then patted the back of his hand and rubbed it gently: "Go to 'Black Rose'."
"Yes, Mr. Huo." Quan Quan drove the car to the French restaurant where he had reserved a seat early in the morning.
Qiao Guangyu's eyes twitched when he heard this. The name of this restaurant... He was not used to it every time he heard it. His classmates in the university dormitory liked to tell dirty jokes. Some of them liked to compare people's private parts to roses, and the black rose... the obscene ones will see the obscene ones.
He also told Quanquan this dirty joke, but even if Quanquan knew it, he could still say such an ambiguous name without changing his expression. Qiao Guangyu glanced at Huo Zhou again. Well, the boss would definitely not understand the vulgar thoughts of these vulgar people.
Huo Zhou doesn't look like a man in his thirties. He often wears a custom-made suit. He doesn't like pure black, indigo or navy blue, sometimes dark gray. His suit styles are basically never repeated.
This man not only dresses elegantly and eats well, he is also good-looking and successful in his career. If he were not a pure gay, the people who want to be his mother-in-law would line up from Dongdaemun to Seodagyo.
Even so, there has been no shortage of men and women who have thrown themselves into the fray like moths to a flame in the past few years, and Qiao Guangyu has also received a lot of envious and jealous looks.
Secretary Quan drove very steadily. When he said, "We're here, please get out," Qiao Guangyu hadn't reacted yet. In the end, Huo Zhou pulled his hand and helped him get out of the car. Only then did he realize that Huo Zhou had never let go of his hand - how obsessed he was with these hands that could play the piano like Bai Yueguang!
Huo Zhou led Qiao Guangyu to a booth by the window. Quan Quan tactfully left. He would calculate the time and come back when the two had almost finished eating.
A waiter dressed very formally came over and asked them what they would like to order.
"Any recommendations?" Huo Zhou flipped through the menu casually.
"Today's recommendation is French baked lobster..." said the waiter.
Qiao Guangyu secretly swallowed his saliva and thought to himself, lobster is great, a full bite is full of meat, very delicious!
However, he could only make a regretful expression while his heart was bleeding: "Sorry, I'm allergic to seafood."
——Brother Quan said that you can’t wait for the boss to remember it himself. You have to remind him of Bai Yueguang’s personality and habits at all times without leaving any trace. This is the professionalism of being a stand-in.
The waiter understood immediately and readily recommended a few more dishes. Among them, the French snails were not very elegant to eat, and Bai Yueguang would not order them with her personality. Forget about scallops and mussels. In the end, they could only order steak and duck breast. French cuisine is exquisite and the portions are not large. This amount of meat is not enough for Qiao Guangyu to fill his teeth.
But he could only smile and say, "That's enough. Another bottle of red wine."
Then, while eating, he took a few sips of the light red wine in a very restrained manner.
Qiao Guangyu is not allergic to seafood, but is allergic to alcohol. His allergic symptoms are not like rashes like other people, but rather a persistent low-grade fever. Basically, every time he drinks, he will have a low-grade fever for a week. It doesn't look serious, but the doctor warned him that if the fever continues for a long time, his internal organs and immune system will be damaged.
So every time he was with Huo Zhou, he would carry a small medicine bottle with him, which contained pills made from Chinese medicinal herbs such as Sophora flavescens, chrysanthemum, black plum, Schisandra chinensis, tangerine peel, and mulberry. He would take two pills after drinking, which could effectively eliminate the alcohol in the body.
This prescription was also found for him by Quan Quan.
However, Huo Zhou didn't know about this. Qiao Guangyu wanted to take medicine and had to avoid Huo Zhou's gaze, so he made an excuse to go to the bathroom.
There's definitely no need to queue in the restroom of a high-end restaurant, so to be on the safe side, Qiao Guangyu hid in the cubicle and took the medicine.
When he came out, he found that there was another person in the bathroom.
He was a very young man, a little pale but with handsome features. He was standing in front of the sink, seeming a little hesitant. For some reason, Qiao Guangyu always felt that he had seen this man somewhere before.
He had sharp eyes and saw that there was some red wine on the sleeve of the man's coat.
Oh... I see, that person wanted to wash off the red wine stains. He was probably halfway through his meal and couldn't leave. He didn't want to go to a social event with a bad image, but he was worried that his sleeves couldn't be washed or dried, so he was hesitating.
But he was wearing a white suit, and the marks on his sleeves were very obvious.
"Well, do you need help?" Qiao Guangyu walked up to him.
The young man seemed a little surprised. He pointed to the stain on his sleeve and said, "You can fix this?"
"Yes." Qiao Guangyu snapped his fingers, smiled triumphantly, and skillfully took out a disposable toothbrush from the cabinet under the sink, tore open the package, and shook out a small amount of toothpaste. "Haven't you learned some life tips? Toothpaste is much easier to use than laundry detergent."
He stretched out his hand to the young man, and the other party somehow handed him his coat.
Qiao Guangyu squeezed toothpaste onto the red wine stain, brushed it gently with a toothbrush soaked in water, and said without turning his head, "Please get me some tissues."
The young man did as he was told and gave him the tissue. He then saw him carefully wipe off the pink foam bit by bit. After going back and forth a few times, the red wine stains on the sleeves were basically invisible.
"Put it in a plastic bag, it will dry faster." Qiao Guangyu took out an unused black plastic bag for garbage, poked a small hole in it, put the white suit jacket in it, pointed it at the dryer, and began to blow the wind into the bag. "Do you know how to do it? Try it."
The young man came over curiously and imitated Qiao Guangyu's movements, wrapping the mouth of the plastic bag around the dryer's air outlet and tying it up, wondering: "Is this...really useful?"
Two minutes later, the young man touched his completely dry sleeves and couldn't help but widen his beautiful eyes.
"Hey, I didn't lie to you, did I?" Qiao Guangyu patted the other person's shoulder and said in a conscientious manner, "These are some essential tips for socializing in the workplace. Learn more, brother!"
"..." It was probably the first time that the young man met someone like Qiao Guangyu. The corners of his mouth twitched. He didn't know what to say. Finally, he said two words reservedly, "Thank you."
"Don't be polite. It's not easy for anyone to be in this business." Qiao Guangyu waved at him and left.
After leaving the bathroom, Qiao Guangyu put on a noble and cold expression again and went back to the booth to "socialize" with Boss Huo.
After a smooth meal, Qiao Guangyu had already forgotten the incident in the bathroom. However, when he and Huo Zhou walked out of the restaurant, he saw the young man in the white suit again.
Huo Zhou suddenly couldn't move anymore.
Staring straight at the young man opposite him, Huo Zhou's lips trembled and he choked a little: "...Xiao Yu."
"Mr. Huo?" Qiao Guangyu looked puzzled, and his gaze shifted from Huo Zhou to the young man in confusion. Actually, it was not his fault. "Yu" and "Yu" have the same pronunciation, and he thought Huo Zhou was calling him.
"Mr. Wu."
Quan Quan, who appeared out of nowhere, broke the strange silence between the three people. It seemed that Quan Quan did not notice Huo Zhou's homesickness, nor Wu Yu's mixed emotions. He just greeted them calmly but respectfully, and then stood next to Qiao Guangyu, who had a confused look on his face.
Qiao Guangyu’s eyes suddenly widened—Wu Yu! He is Wu Yu! The cinnabar mole and white moonlight on Huo Zhou's heart!
Finally saw the living white moonlight!
Qiao Guangyu was just about to start watching secretly when Quan Quan pulled him from behind. He quickly used the acting skills he had practiced in front of the mirror, "suddenly realizing something, then feeling sad", and forced a smile, "Boss Huo, you guys chat first, I have something else to do, first..."
Before he finished saying the word "go", Huo Zhou grabbed Qiao Guangyu's wrist and said, "I almost forgot that I have to go back to the company this afternoon."
Huo Zhou looked into Wu Yu's eyes, with a complex emotion flashing through his eyes: "It's rare for you to come back to China. Let's find some time next time and have a good reunion."
Wu Yu nodded stiffly, and glanced at Qiao Guangyu beside Huo Zhou with a complicated expression: "...Okay, you know my contact information, it hasn't changed over the years."
Huo Zhou hummed, and with irresistible strength pulled Qiao Guangyu towards his car, he opened the door himself, stuffed Qiao Guangyu in first, and then stuffed himself into the car.
Quan Quan said goodbye to Wu Yu in a very secretary-like manner using formal language, and respectfully handed him Huo Zhou's business card.
As soon as he got in the car, Huo Zhou let go of Qiao Guangyu's hand.
His breathing became disordered and he lost his usual calmness. The car had been driving for a while and he had forgotten to tell Quan Quan where they were going. His eyes were a little dazed and he was obviously still thinking about the scene when he met Wu Yu just now.
Qiao Guangyu was happy not to bother Huo Zhou, but he did not lose his professional qualities as a professional stuntman. He quietly huddled in the corner of the car, squeezed out two crocodile tears, and forced his eyes to turn red.
When Huo Zhou calmed down and turned around, he saw Qiao Guangyu staring at his knees with red eyes. His face was pale and he exuded an lingering sense of loss.
Huo Zhou's breathing stagnated slightly, and he felt a sudden pain in his heart.
The author has something to say:
Qiao Guangyu: ...I may have overacted a bit
Quanquan: Hehe
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