Chapter 26 Please Think of Me
Chapter 26
There were few people at the north gate of the school, and a Rolls-Royce was parked quietly on the side of the road.
Yan Jue was standing beside the car, quietly staring at a small ant on the ground.
A tiny black ant was carrying a piece of orange pulp that was several times larger than its body. It was swaying from the weight and was knocked down more than once, but it still stubbornly put the fruit back on its back, climbed to the grass with firm steps, and walked towards its nest with perseverance.
The strong figure of the little ant was completely covered by the grass. The phone in his pocket vibrated. Yan Jue squinted his eyes, leaned against the car door, and took out his phone to check the message.
On the lock screen was a message from Wen Xi.
[The stream becomes the sea and pats Y.]
[The stream becomes the sea]: Look up.
Yan Jue felt something heavy on his hand, a pair of plump and tender fingertips resting on the screen of his phone. Slowly, he pressed the phone down, raised his eyes, and met a pair of eyes sparkling with smiles.
The sky was covered with huge patches of clouds, and the setting sun burned the entire sky. The boy's fair cheeks were slightly red from running, and his hair was blown back by the night wind, revealing his bright eyebrows and eyes, showing his youthful spirit.
Yan Jue lowered his hand, and Wen Xi's fingertips on his phone fell. He walked forward, and the beautiful little mole on the tip of his straight nose and the boy's cunning fox eyes came in front of him.
"Yan Jue, I'm here to save you."
The boy looked up, stretched out his hand and placed it beside his jade-white face, raised his chin, his eyes sparkled, and said with a little pride: "It only took me five minutes to jog all the way from the teaching building to you."
"So I'll give you a chance. Do you want to brag about my speed?"
It was like an orange-flavored bomb bouncing into Yan Jue's arms. Feeling the man's pounding heartbeat, it exploded wantonly, blowing the man away with all his sanity.
A soft breath blows against my heart.
Yan Jue lowered his eyes and looked at the sweet orange-flavored piglet who was staring at him intently. His throat rolled and his breathing became disordered.
Their eyes met, Yan Jue raised his hand to take Wen Xi's schoolbag and opened the passenger door sideways.
Wen Xi subconsciously sat on the passenger seat, his hand even touching the seat belt, when he suddenly came to his senses, turned around and stretched out his hand to block the car door.
"What a pity, Yanjue." Wenxi said to Yanjue outside the car with a serious face: "You didn't seize the opportunity."
Wen Xi's tone was regretful, as if the other party had lost a lottery ticket worth 100 million yuan.
Yan Jue lowered his eyes and looked at him. His eyes were dark and fluctuated. He snorted and laughed and raised his hand to tap Wen Xi's forehead.
In front of Wen Xi's incredulous gaze, Yan Jue smiled and said in a very bad tone: "Great punctual piggy buns."
Yan Jue got in the car. Wen Xi, with a red mark on her brow, spoke to him with a cold face, and sighed as if she had understood life: "Do you know why the villains in TV dramas are still villains in the end?"
"Because the protagonists didn't think about saving the villains," Yan Jue said with a natural expression, starting the car without changing his expression, and said earnestly: "So, the soft-hearted Mr. Wen has a difficult task, and he must continue to work hard to change."
“…”
Wen Xi was speechless, with his tail drooping behind him. He couldn't help but sigh, he is indeed an old man, his mind can change so quickly.
*
We had dinner at a Cantonese restaurant, which was elegantly decorated and low-key and luxurious.
The square table has one side against the wall and the other side against a screen. It is a very private structure, which easily reminds Wen Xi of some memories of secretly rubbing someone's calf but being punished badly by having his ankle grabbed.
Having learned from experience, Wen Xi hooked her hand with Yan Jue's and sat next to the man.
Their eyes met and the man curled his eyes. Wen Xi knew that Yan Jue also remembered the incident of rubbing her legs. Before the man was about to speak, she frowned slightly and touched her lips.
"Do you think it's weird that I sit next to you to eat?"
"Hmm? Isn't it strange that you've already sat here?" Yan Jue raised his eyebrows and looked at the person opposite him, suggesting something. "If I thought it was strange, would you sit across from me?"
Sitting opposite you would give you the opportunity to do something bad, so Wen Xi chose to skip this question.
"Actually, when I go out to eat with other people, we always sit on either side. But you see," Wen Xi gestured at the width of the table, and then measured the distance between us when we sit side by side, and then he muttered, "It's really much closer when we sit side by side like this."
Wenxi Fox's eyes were watery when he looked up at people. He looked helpless, but spoke with confidence: "But it's strange, so what? After all, I just want to be closer to you."
Yan Jue looked at him with a half-smile in his eyes: "Do you just want to be closer to me?"
Wen Xi rolled her eyes, her ears reddened as she stared into the deep black eyes in front of her and whispered, "Hmm."
Yan Jue didn't say anything, but his eyes dropped to the white fingers of Wen Xi that were resting on the black lacquered bench.
Under Wen Xi's gaze, he slowly placed his hand on the back of the boy's hand.
The man had a big frame, and his palms were also a circle bigger than Wenxi's. With his palm against the back of Wenxi's hand, Yan Jue controlled Wenxi's palm in all directions.
The fingers were interlocked, and the friction between the skin generated heat. Wen Xi's fingertips turned red. Feeling the numbing sensation on the back of his hand from the dense friction, Wen Xi subconsciously gripped the black lacquered stool. The veins on the back of his hand bulged, and they meandered along the half-rolled shirt opening of his strong forearm.
"Is that so?"
Wen Xi fell silent. He looked at Yan Jue who was holding the back of his hand with one hand. The hot temperature from the other person's palm continuously flowed through the boy's thin and smooth skin to his limbs and bones. Just by holding the hand, Wen Xi felt his body temperature rising.
Yan Jue's other hand gently twisted Wenxi's little finger. The man's fingers with thin calluses not gently rubbed Wenxi's soft fingertips slowly to the end, causing ripples of numbness.
Yan Jue asked: "Will it feel closer?"
Wen Xi pursed her lips, and when her middle finger was rubbed to the base, she hooked her finger. Yan Jue was entangled by him without resistance. Wen Xi turned her palm and held the man's hand tightly, interlocking their fingers.
Wen Xi pressed their holding hands on the man's knees and winked at him: "I think we'll be closer if we stay close together."
Yan Jue looked at him and rubbed the boy's knuckles with his thumb. His thumb was rough and Wen Xi shivered, but the man stopped quickly, as if it was an unconscious action.
The fair and fragile skin at the base of the palm was now stained red.
Wen Xi didn't know why his skin turned red so easily. It looked green. He curled his fingers helplessly.
Wen Xi laughed briefly when he heard Yan Jue.
His ears turned red and he whimpered as he fell on the man's shoulder. Unable to think of a way to fight back, he tried to hit the man's shoulder with his head, wanting to use that hard head to attack the bastard old man.
The furry head rubbed against his neck, and the unyielding piglet kept pushing him while muttering, "I came to save you with such a soft heart, and you bullied me three times in less than an hour."
"How could you be so mean? My heart is broken.
⊙︿⊙."
When Wen Xi accused him of his bad behavior, Yan Jue had already let go of Wen Xi's hand and patted the back of his hand soothingly, like a beast licking the wound of its prey with "crocodile tears" to comfort it.
"Only twice."
Wen Xi looked up: "Ah"
Yan Jue lowered his eyes and looked at him, saying calmly, "That incident in the car counts as one time."
It's so clear that the mood becomes awkward.
Wenxi had a heart attack and continued to butt people with his head: "You are so annoying."
"Don't act like a spoiled child yet. Think carefully about what I said and see if it's correct." Yan Jue said in a cold tone, "After all, there is no such thing as a third time. You have to be more rigorous."
"you--"
Wen Xi, who thought he was very intimidating and kept bumping into people, suddenly froze. He looked up at Yan Jue in disbelief, his expression changing again and again, and he said with a bit of grievance: "I'm not acting like a spoiled child."
Yan Jue looked at his red lips and said firmly: "...You are acting like a spoiled child now."
After a standoff with Yan Jue for a while, Wen Xi finally stood up and sat up straight, with a wooden face and dry mouth: "You are awesome."
“…”
“…”
The waiter pushed the door open, served the dishes, and then left. The room became quiet again. His movements were so fast that it seemed like an illusion.
Suddenly, a "thank you" came from Yanjue, very calmly and well accepted.
Wen Xi was confused at first, but after making sure that there were only two people in the room, he suddenly realized what Yan Jue was thanking him for.
The hand holding the chopsticks curled up, Wen Xi's ears turned red and she almost buried her face in the bowl.
Huh? Ah!
Help.
"...Ahem... No... You're welcome."
*
It was not until after dinner that Wen Xi recovered.
The two of them got into the Rolls-Royce one after the other. Yan Jue tilted his head and asked, "Going back to school or the rental house?"
Wen Xi looked into his calm and rational eyes and said, "Let's rent a house. I have to go to the club for training tomorrow, so it'll be more convenient for me to get up in the morning."
Yan Jue started the car: "Training?"
"It's Ni Ye's anniversary celebration. You should know that Ni Ye Club has chartered a cruise ship. The tenth anniversary celebration will be held on the cruise ship, and there will also be antique auctions, performances by famous singers, and so on. The club arranged for the waiters to go on a simple errand on the cruise ship, and I was one of them."
"The ship will sail the day after tomorrow, and we have to go to the cruise ship tomorrow for pre-job training." Speaking of this, Wen Xi asked curiously: "The club has invited many high-level guests, and guests in the private rooms will receive invitations. Did you get one?"
"I got it. I wanted to ask you today if you had time the day after tomorrow to take you to the sea, but I didn't ask again when you interrupted me during dinner."
Wen Xi rubbed his fingers and said, "Ah... it's a good time to say that now. Since you're here too, we can watch the sea together. I haven't seen the sunrise or sunset over the sea yet."
"I've been quite busy with work lately," Wen Xi changed the subject abruptly. "The day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, I'm going on a business trip to the sea. I'll take three or four days off, and then I'll go to Country M to participate in a competition."
“International College Student Artificial Intelligence Competition?”
Wen Xi was surprised: "That's it, our project has been selected for the finals. Brother, you knew it without me even telling you, you are amazing."
"Actually, it was Yan and Su who posted it on WeChat Moments, and I saw it." Yan Jue didn't say thank you this time. Wen Xi was still not used to it. After all, he had already thought about how to perfectly deal with the shameless old man the second time.
Wen Xi exclaimed softly: "You are so honest this time."
Yan Jue turned a sharp corner without changing his expression: "Not bad."
Wen Xi: “…”
*
The car arrived downstairs.
Before going upstairs, Wen Xi gave the special car driver Yan a kiss on the cheek, their faces gently touching each other, and his furry head rubbed against Yan Jue's neck.
Yan Jue was suddenly hugged and was stunned for a moment, and asked in a hoarse voice: "What is this?"
Wen Xi looked up, eyes sparkling under the snow-white street lights: "Reward."
Yan Jue, who felt itchy on his neck and heart, asked: "Reward?"
"It's a reward from a classmate named Yanjue who happened to meet me at a university in the north of the city even though my company is in the south. "
"It's a reward for Yan, who has bad intentions but was very restrained and only bullied people twice."
"Do you like it?"
The sweet orange scent filled his nostrils, and the pressed skin together created an electric current that itched to the core.
Yan Jue's breathing became disordered, and the small mole on his Adam's apple rolled violently: "I like it."
Wen Xi narrowed her eyes in satisfaction, hummed, and tiptoed to Yan Jue's ear to blow gently, whispering in his ear, her lips vaguely touching the man's ear, her voice sticky: "Actually, I don't have a blackout."
Wenxi felt the man's body stiffen.
"I'm just punishing you because you made me cry in your dream."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Xi ran into the unit door.
Looking back, she saw Yan Jue still standing there in a daze. Wen Xi slowed down her pace, a smile of success appearing on her pretty face.
It was Yan Jue who had been bullying him all night. Wen Xi was not a piece of dough that could be easily manipulated. He had been good all night and was just waiting for this counterattack.
Wenxi: (standing proudly with hands on hips)
It was not until Wen Xi reached the intersection of the floor where Ming Yao's house was located that he saw Yan Jue standing there through the window. He looked like an overloaded and malfunctioning machine.
Wenxi was very satisfied.
Ding-a-ling.
The WeChat call rang, Wen Xi looked at the tall and slender figure downstairs and answered the call.
The man looked up at the window, and a calm and low voice came from the phone across the three floors to his ears: "Teacher Wen, will you dream about me again tonight?"
Wen Xi was stunned by the question, and then he remembered his dream last night. His face turned red and his voice was harsh: "...I don't know. After all, dreams are not something I can control."
The voice coming from the phone was smiling.
“What should I do then?”
"The bad student in the dream also wants a chance to reform."
The voice-controlled lights in the stairwell went out and darkness invaded. The excitement of being hugged and kissed by Yan Jue in the dream and being worried that the neighbors would find out that I was doing something bad in public suddenly came to my mind.
Wen Xi's breathing suddenly became rapid. He watched Yan Jue get into the car downstairs. The Rolls-Royce in the shadows turned on its double flashes, and a circle of red lit up on the car. The ghostly red color seemed to be urging him to make a choice.
I don't know which household in the corridor opened the door, the old security door slammed, and the voice-controlled lights in the entire building lit up.
"Teacher Xiaozhu, try your best to save the evil villains even in your sleep."
Wen Xi was frightened by the sudden loud noise. His body trembled and his breathing became rapid: "Okay then... I'll try it."
The man's plan succeeded, and a low humming laugh reached his ears.
Wen Xi was both embarrassed and agitated, and he unilaterally announced the end of the call.
After hanging up the phone and watching the Rolls-Royce drive away from the community, Wen Xi bit her lip and cursed softly.
"Asshole, annoying."
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