Chapter 29

The bright living room was filled with undercurrents. The two men of superior appearance looked at each other with murderous intent.

Chu Zizhe blinked, his dark green eyes were exotic, like the finest gems, and he exclaimed in exaggeration: "Ah, brother." "

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"Do you know? After a man turns 25, his body starts to go downhill." Curly sighed faintly, "How old is Mr. Zhao this year? I calculated, it seems to be 26 years old."

The three words "26" were emphasized.

Killing people and destroying their hearts is nothing more than this.

Curly still felt that it was not enough, and continued to add to his own point: "Brother, I am only 19 years old this year! Seven years younger than him."

"Nineteen-year-old kid, today is Wednesday, shouldn't you go to school?" Zhao Wenxu had no expression on his face, as if he was not affected at all.

"I want to accompany my brother today."

Curly remained calm, and sweetly wanted to rub into the young man's arms. His white face was still stained with tears and a little silver, and his rosy lips were slightly open, revealing a hint of sexiness.

"..."

Xia Yan's attention was all on his face.

The slender white index finger was placed on Curly's forehead from a distance. The young man stepped back subconsciously, frowned slightly, and expressed his likes and dislikes at will: "It's so dirty, stay away from me."

"Brother!"

No matter how Curly acted, the young man remained motionless.

In the end, Curly was defeated and ran to wash his face in shame. When he passed by Zhao Wenxu, he deliberately turned sideways and hit his shoulder hard.

Zhao Wenxu: "..." Very good.

This house covers a large area of ​​about 300 square meters, with five bedrooms and a living room. It was decorated with the best materials and has a good sound insulation effect. The bathroom is at the back, and you can't hear anything when the door is closed.

Zhao Wenxu patted his shoulder expressionlessly, looked down at his watch, and said nonchalantly: "It's half past eleven, let's go out for dinner."

The young man asked curiously: "Didn't you order the meal?"

"Oh! They called temporarily and said that the kitchen was on fire and they couldn't deliver the meal." Zhao Wenxu lied with his eyes open, "Maochang recently opened a new French restaurant, I heard it's very good."

Can Xia Yan agree?

Definitely not!

As a petty and vengeful scumbag, he still remembers that the other party rejected his opinion and forcibly whitewashed him.

If he easily reveals this matter and goes to dinner with the other party,

the scumbag character will collapse.

"I don't want to eat with you."

The young man supported his chin with one hand and yawned. A thin mist appeared in his eyes, wetting his curled eyelashes. He glanced lightly with some depression and dissatisfaction.

Zhao Wenxu's heart tightened.

The most worrying thing came.

Even though he was just helping Xia Yan to clear his name, to the spoiled young man, his actions were against his orders. He

would inevitably incur his disgust.

The door of the bathroom was tightly closed, but in a trance, Zhao Wenxu seemed to hear the sound of running water gradually getting smaller.

The annoying little devil was about to come out.

Chu Zizhe is young and knows how to act coquettishly. He is sweet and can make people happy. In just one day, Zhao Wenxu felt that he was a huge threat.

They can't be allowed to stay together anymore.

The man pinched his brows: "I know you are blaming me, but everything I do-" "

... is for your own good." The young man helped him finish the second half of the sentence, and the elongated ending tone was a bit sarcastic, "Mr. Zhao speaks like an elder, so old-fashioned."

Zhao Wenxu: "..."

Once again, he was heartbroken.

"You are so boring."

"..."

"Forget it, take me home."

"..."

Zhao Wenxu was so angry that he almost laughed. Why can someone mock others while treating them as servants with a clear conscience? But looking at Xia Yan...

he softened again.

After understanding your own feelings, it is really difficult to reject the person you like.

He picked up a car key from the drawer in the living room, opened the door of the living room, and walked out first: "Okay, let's go."

Xia Yan, who was waiting for the other party to throw him out in anger: "..."

This world is really not right.

Since they met last night, Zhao Wenxu's attitude has become very strange, as if... he suddenly became a good man.

Xia Yan looked arrogant and insolent on his face, but he was uneasy in his heart. When taking the elevator to the underground parking lot, he seemed to be looking straight ahead, but in fact he was always looking at the other party with the corner of his eyes.

The man wore a light gray home clothes today. The good tailoring better set off his superior figure, cold temperament, and handsome features. It

perfectly fits the description of the protagonist.

But the personality... is it a bit like a saint?

I had deliberately hit him, but he actually sent me home. And Tu Xi...still trusted me, never left me, and had no intention of breaking up.

What should I do with Task 7?

Xia Yan was thinking too seriously, and he didn't even notice when Zhao Wenxu stopped. By the time the front was shrouded in shadow, it was too late.

Out of inertia, her body hit the man's chest.

From a distance, it looked like the young man was throwing himself into his arms.

"Hmm."

Xia Yan groaned, and his body stepped back subconsciously, but the man pressed his shoulders to prevent him from falling. The man's palms were hot, and he shrank his shoulders as if he was burned.

“Why don’t you look at the road?”

“…” Xia Yan was about to say something to maintain his character, but then he thought that the protagonist had become a saint, what if he was beaten into a meat bun by him?

He took back his words worriedly, and after a long while he managed to utter two words: "Get in the car." He

didn't lose his temper?

Zhao Wenxu glanced at him thoughtfully, and with a thought, he gently rubbed the young man's shoulders with his five fingers, and the other party sensitively shrank back again.

Seeing the puzzled look from the other party, the man decided to stop while he was ahead.

He opened the door of the red sports car and put his palm on the top of the door to prevent the young man from hitting his head carelessly. This was not like his chest, it was hard.

But the young man didn't appreciate it, and complained in a low voice: "...Why do you look like a parking boy?"

"..."

Zhao Wenxu's eyes were deep, and he said nothing. Instead, he took the initiative to bend down, pulled the seat belt with his palm, and fastened it for him with a click.

During the action, his body inevitably moved closer to the young man.

The usually willful and arrogant little leopard, at this moment, was like a cat with its neck pinched, his body subconsciously tensed, his lips pursed, and his eyelashes trembled nervously.

It was a very subtle instinctive reaction. If Zhao Wenxu had not gone through what just happened and had not had some guesses in his mind, he would never have thought that he was nervous.

No wonder Tu Xi believed that he was not cheating.

It turned out... he was a stubborn little leopard.

On the surface, he pretended to be a playboy who accepted everyone, but in fact, he did not like physical contact. After making a conclusion and thinking back to what happened before, everything changed.

Zhao Wenxu could not help but chuckle.

"???"

The young man's suspicious eyes swept over him. He quickly suppressed his smile, fearing that Xia Yan would know that he had guessed his true nature, otherwise...

cough cough! With the young man's personality, he would probably go berserk on the spot and block Xia Yan from the one-stop service.

He pretended to be calm and was about to walk to the driver's seat when he heard hurried footsteps approaching quickly from not far away. He immediately had a bad premonition in his heart.

Sure enough...

he turned his head and saw Curly's green tea face.

"Brother, how could you leave me behind?" Curly leaned on the car window, with a few tears in his eyes, and said pitifully: "I want to go with my brother."

Zhao Wenxu, who was completely ignored: "..."

There were only two seats in the red Ferrari.

Xia Yan's fingers buckled the seat belt, feeling very satisfied with it. However, he pretended to look vicious and sighed: "But there is only one seat left, what should I do?"

After a pause, he continued: "How about you two fight? Whoever wins, will take me home?"

Curly's gaze gradually shifted to the man.

Zhao Wenxu was still calm and steady, but there was a hint of joy in his eyes: "Before that, may I ask if Mr. Chu has a Chinese driver's license?"

Chu Zize: "..."

"It seems that I don't have one. What a pity." The man smiled and opened the other door and sat in the driver's seat. "I'm taking Yanyan home. Mr. Chu, please do as you please." The

red sports car drove away in a cloud of dust, leaving the boy behind.

"... Damn!"

Curly ran out without giving up, stopped a taxi, pointed at the red car looming in front and said: "Follow it."

Thanks to the traffic jam in the capital, even a Ferrari has to crawl on the ground honestly.