Chapter 55: Old Cow and Young Grass
Chapter 55
The two people were awakened by the clattering sound of foreigners' suitcases in the hotel corridor. When they opened their eyes, it was already daybreak.
However, it was rainy and cloudy in X City during the rainy season. Wen Xi opened his eyes with difficulty. He was still half asleep and couldn't tell whether it was morning or evening.
There was a little space in his arms, and he didn't know when the quilt had slid down to his waist. The air conditioner was turned on low, and the cool breeze blew into his heart. Wen Xi frowned and turned around to get into the heat source behind him. Yan Jue put force on his waist, and the two of them hugged each other tightly and pulled the quilt to cover them.
"cold?"
"It's a little cold."
"What time is it?"
"Ten o'clock sharp. We'll have dinner in a little while."
It's almost lunch time, but it's still unclear whether Yan and Su Tong agree to have lunch together.
Many important matters of the Chinese are resolved at the dinner table. If we miss this rare opportunity, I wonder how awkward it would be when the three of them look at each other in bewilderment at the airport in the evening.
Wen Xi was startled and rolled over from Yan Jue's arms to the other side of the crib. He took out his cell phone to contact Yan and Su. Fortunately, the other party had just woken up at this time, so he easily made an appointment with today's heavyweight male guest to have lunch with them.
After doing all this, he heaved a sigh of relief and went back to bed. Not wanting to get up, Wen Xi, sleepily, deliberately pushed his head against Yan Jue's collarbone.
Yan Jue held his waist and turned over, letting Wen Xi lie on top of him steadily. He pinched the boy's soft flesh with his fingers and said casually, "Why are you making trouble so early in the morning?"
The man's voice was hoarse as he had just woken up, and he spoke casually, which was quite intimidating. Wen Xi paused, then bit Yan Jue's shoulder.
Her lips pressed against the man's naked flesh and she bit him viciously. Wen Xi heard a not-so-distinct groan from Yan Jue.
"Is Wenxi a puppy? Does he bite people when he gets angry?"
The biting action paused, but there was no rebuttal. Wen Xi looked at the red teeth mark on the man's collarbone, quietly wiped it with her hand, and then bent her fingers and put them next to Yan Jue's mouth.
“Yes.”
Yan Jue pinched his neck, lifted his head up, and pointed at the white finger that was stretched to his mouth. "Compensation?"
Wen Xi lay on Yan Jue's chest, with half of the quilt still covering her head. Her fluffy black hair stubbornly emerged from the gap, sticking up in a rather arrogant manner. Her expression inexplicably had a righteous attitude: "In return, I'll give you a bite, too."
Yan Jue opened his mouth and bit Wen Xi's knuckle, without using much strength, leaving a similar tooth mark.
I thought the matter was settled, but Wen Xi's expression became a little unconvinced. He snorted and stretched the tooth marks on his hand in front of Yan Jue, imitating Yan Jue's tone just now, speaking in a rather indulgent and helpless tone: "Yan Jue, are you a puppy too? You bite people when you are not convinced?"
It turns out that careful thought was put into this.
Yan Jue looked at him, and suddenly bent down and kissed Wen Xi's fingertips.
The four of them stared at each other.
After a moment of stiffness, Wen Xi put his hand down as if nothing had happened, and then suddenly felt something hard and hot pressing against his belly.
It's so uncomfortable.
Wen Xi's mind was still in a daze. He reached out to grab it without clearing his mind, frowning and muttering, "Did you stuff the medal into the quilt? It hurts."
When he grabbed something, he found that it was not a round cake, but a head. Not only could he not hold the whole thing with one hand, but it was also very restless and struggled unruly in his palm.
A particularly obvious groan suddenly rang out from the room.
Wen Xi was stunned, then realized what it was.
It's not a medal, but a giant thermos cup with automatic temperature control that makes Meng 1 proud and Xiao 0 scream.
Wenxi was really feeling a little hot. His face and hands were hot, and his feet, which had been sprinkled with hot water, were also hot. He looked like he had drunk fake alcohol. He was dizzy and his head was turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Her half-closed eyes suddenly widened, and then met Yan Jue's deep black eyes. There was a strong passion in the man's eyes, and Wen Xi's brain buzzed.
He opened his mouth, let out a short "ah", let go of his hand in a panic, and then used his hands and feet to climb out of the bed.
Ahhhhh!
They are all boys, and they still ask if it is a medal. This is too embarrassing.
It seems like he is pretending to be stupid and innocent.
But the difference is so huge that he really can't remember it!
"that--"
"You're running away like this? Don't care?" Yan Jue asked.
Wen Xi spoke in a muffled voice: "Ah... this——"
Yan Jue looked at his red earlobe, narrowed his eyes, and said, "Didn't you say you were a good person? Teacher Wenxi just ignored me after touching me? Do you want to learn from that unfaithful man and ignore me?"
Oh my god.
Three consecutive questions.
Wen Xi's eyes widened. The being a good person he talked about and the being a good person Yan Jue mentioned were not good people in the same sense!
"Please don't talk nonsense. I'm a good and decent person. Please."
That being said, Wen Xi himself felt guilty. He turned his back to Yan Jue and did not dare to look back, but the strong and hot gaze on his back made his body tremble.
He felt that he would be pounced on, but he was not sure that he would be pounced on, and he was even less sure when he would be punished. A sense of crisis arose, and Wen Xi could not explain this feeling, but he felt guilty and weak in the legs, and there was a hot and itchy feeling in the gaps between his bones, and the flesh on his thighs and buttocks was slightly spasming and trembling.
Wen Xi clenched her hands tightly, trying to control her reaction, not wanting Yan Jue to find out how embarrassed she was.
The atmosphere in the room was heated, with a silent confrontation.
Yan Jue suddenly laughed, and it felt like there was no extra meaning to it, but it was also a little ambiguous, more like a sigh, sighing at how Wen Xi could say unreasonable things so confidently.
Wen Xi put on slippers and stood by the bed, pinching the corners of his clothes helplessly with his hands. The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. Last time he did foot care, he didn't dare to open his eyes. If he did hand care to make up for it, Wen Xi felt that he couldn't look directly at his hands all day.
Some exciting descriptions emerged from the depths of his memory just right. Wen Xi felt a little dazed, and finally gave up struggling and let his hands hang by his side.
Yan Jue looked at Wen Xi. The young man was standing by the bed with his back to him, not looking back, like a real man who would never look back at an explosion.
Wen Xi suddenly said, "In fact, it's impossible for a bad guy to become good in an instant."
"Huh? Got bad again?"
"Yes," Wen Xi nodded heavily. From the back, his fluffy black hair was shaking like a shaking mushroom.
Wen Xi decided to be the bad guy for one last morning, and firmly said: "So it's normal for bad guys not to take responsibility for the aftermath. You are already a mature adult, so learn to understand."
Wenxi has long arms and legs, and a slender body with a rare golden ratio. She is wrapped in emerald green pajamas, with the back of her neck exposed, which is so white that it makes people feel itchy.
Looking at her back, it seemed that Wen Xi was very well behaved at this moment, but the words she said were so naughty that Yan Jue wanted to bite hard on the back of that porcelain-white neck.
Let him feel pain, it would be best if he cried in pain, shedding tears, calling out his name pitifully and begging for mercy.
"You...Yanjue, drink some hot water and you'll be fine. All men are like this. I'll give you some time alone."
He is also generous and considerate, knowing how to give me time alone.
But is this something that can be solved by drinking some water, even hot water?
Yan Jue was so angry at the heartless person in front of him that he laughed.
Wen Xi, who was no longer in his hands, had already run away. His steps were a little dazed, but he still pretended to be calm and walked step by step.
The back view doesn't look like he is running away.
It looks like a weak, innocent and honest little green bamboo that was blown away by a strong wind.
*
The restaurant chosen for the banquet is a famous French restaurant on Financial Street.
Led by the waiter, the two came to a private room on the 33rd floor. Wen Xi stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the bustling city.
He took a photo and checked in first, then turned around and looked at Yan Jue with an uncertain look.
Yan Jue walked up and touched Wen Xi's back, then lowered his head and asked, "Don't you like this one?"
Wen Xi shook her head: "He Su Ge thought I was inviting him to dinner alone. Is this place too expensive?"
Yan Jue was stunned when he heard the question about how to address Yan Hesu. He lowered his eyes to look at Wen Xi's nervous and awkward face, lowered his head to touch his nose, and said, "It's okay. This restaurant is opened by a friend, it's free, and the upscale environment will show that you value him very much, so when they meet later, Yan Hesu won't get angry."
That makes sense.
Wen Xi sighed softly: "I hope he can accept the reality quickly."
Yan Jue was about to say something but hesitated when the waiter came into the room.
"Gentlemen, would you like something to drink while you wait?"
When a stranger came in, Wen Xi came out of Yan Jue's arms shyly, with red ears, and pointed to a glass of orange sparkling water on the menu.
"Brother, what do you want to drink?" Wen Xi turned to look at Yan Jue, and the man looked at him with surprise.
This French restaurant is authentic not only in its taste but also in the French spoken by the waiters. Wenxi speaks fluent French.
"Have you learned it?"
Yan Jue walked forward, his fingers resting on the menu, his eyes falling on Wen Xi's face. The young man blinked slyly, "I worked as the central control of a foreign trade live broadcast room for a while, and I learned it after listening a lot."
"So amazing?" Yan Jue knocked on the table and commented: "World champion, and also a language genius?"
"Yes, I learned it in three months." Wen Xi tilted her little face up, her eyes sparkling, the corners of her eyes raised, like a smug little fox, and snorted, "So, Mr. Yan bet on the right baby."
Yan Jue looked at him and said with a smile, "Then baby, tell them that I want some hot water."
Wen Xi looked at him doubtfully. The man had deep black eyes and a hint of teasing between his brows. Wen Xi suddenly realized that the hot water in Yan Jue's mouth had a hidden meaning. He became agitated and muttered in his heart about the vengeful man. He turned to look at the waiter and said that Yan Jue also drank orange-flavored sparkling water.
The waiter agreed and left the room.
Wen Xi turned his head and saw a slightly cold hand pinching his jaw. Yan Jue drooped his eyelids and rubbed his lips with his thumb in an ambiguous manner.
"Teacher Wen, why are you still changing the content?"
Wen Xi blinked in panic, but quickly thought of a countermeasure. He tilted his head back without even trying to dodge, allowing Yan Jue to touch his lips and let his fingertips wander between his lips.
"Hot water has no taste." Wen Xi said confidently, his cheeks puffed up, "You drink the same thing as me, so we have the same taste today."
In order to achieve a more obvious effect, Wen Xi blinked deliberately. Her lower eyelids were blunt and round, and her misty eyes showed an unusual sense of expectation and grievance.
"Don't you want to, husband?"
The sound was soft and squishy.
Yan Jue withdrew his hand that was touching the person's mouth, pulled out a bench and sat down.
Wen Xi stood beside him and quietly gave himself a thumbs up.
Before Sparkling Water even came on stage, Yan and Su called.
"Are you sure this is too expensive? Why did you ask me to eat here?"
Wen Xi continued talking on the phone and walked out to pick up her roommate, saying what she had prepared: "You brought me into the team, won me a world-class award, and helped me so much. I have to thank you."
"It's more impressive, it makes me look sincere."
Wen Xi took two steps outside and saw Yan and Su in the corridor outside the restaurant. He waved and the two men met.
Yan and Suda looked around, clicked their tongues, and said as they walked, "You can thank me, but this restaurant is expensive. It's not easy for you to earn money, and you spent all your bonus in one meal. You'd better save money."
"Besides, French food has a lot of pitfalls. I'm familiar with it. This meal is my treat. Just treat me to hotpot when you get back to China."
Wen Xi knew that Yan and Su said this on purpose, and she was touched, but the two of them walked closer to the private room.
Wen Xi looked at his roommate Jun Lang's calm profile, and made up his mind. He grabbed Yan and Su's sleeves and said, "You don't have to pay. This meal is our treat."
Yan and Su paused, looked at Wen Xi, captured the key words, and asked: "You guys?"
"Yes, we two invited you to be our guest today." Wen Xi looked at Yan and Su's expressionless faces, blinked, and said softly, "You can guess his identity, but there is no reward if you guess correctly."
"Don't give me that," Yan Hesu frowned, "Don't tell me, this is your boyfriend?"
Wen Xi blinked and gave him a thumbs up: "Congratulations, you got the answer right."
"You..." Yan Hesu stared at Wen Xi's unnatural expression in disbelief. It suddenly occurred to them that yesterday morning, they went to call Wen Xi to go out, but not only did Wen Xi not respond in time, he also slammed the door.
Yan Hesu closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "Didn't you say you were joking that day?"
"I'm sorry," Wen Xi clasped her hands together and said sincerely, "I lied to you. It would be awkward to introduce you two in that situation. You are my best friend, I can't introduce you to each other so carelessly."
"So you did this on purpose today?" Yan Hesu looked around and frowned, "What's your name?"
Wen Xi looked at him without saying anything.
Eyes met.
Yan Hesu took a breath and said, "Let me tell you first, it's better not to be an old man who is much older than you. I can't stand old men eating young grass."
Yan Hesu stared at him expresslessly and gave in, "At most five years older than you. Any more than that and you'd be an asshole."
Wenxi blinked, swallowed the name in her mouth, nodded randomly, and muttered softly: "She is only ten years old, not too old..."
"Only ten years old? Not big at all."
Yan and Su were thinking about how old an eighteen-year-old boy could be when he first fell in love. He could be three or four years older at most, but this guy turned out to be already twenty-eight.
"Where did you get to know this man? As a child, do you know what love is? Do you know what curiosity is? If he were older, thirteen or fourteen years older, to put it bluntly, he could have given birth to you. What good intentions could an old man have who coaxed you into a relationship when he just came of age? Huh?"
Yan and Su turned around impatiently, looking at Wen Xi with disappointment.
Having known each other for many years, Wen Xi has always been treated as his roommate's own younger brother. He can feel the other person's genuine concern for him, as well as the uncontrollable collapse of "the cabbages that I and two comrades have worked so hard to grow were taken away by a strange man". He looks at Yan Hesu who are becoming more and more dark-faced and irritable.
Wen Xi spoke carefully: "Brother, dear brother."
Yan and Su glared at him.
"Don't be angry first, okay? It's a little big, but it will hurt if it's big." Wen Xi considered his words, "At least... take a look at what the person looks like. If you see it and you like it, maybe you will change your mind."
Yan and Su looked gloomy and said nothing.
The two of them walked to the door of the private room in silence.
As for who should confess to Yan and Su, Yan Jue had suggested that he should be the one to speak up, but Wen Xi wanted to confess himself.
Although he had made up his mind, Wen Xi was extremely nervous when he saw Yan and Su standing outside the door with gloomy faces.
I felt nervous about bringing the banquet to my parents' family, even though my parents' family and my boyfriend are actually a family.
"Why don't you open the door?"
Wen Xi touched the pattern on the handle, thought for a moment, and decided to give his roommate another shot of prevention. He turned around with a sincere expression and said, "Let's make a deal. You should be mentally prepared. You are not allowed to curse or run away. Okay, brother?"
Hearing this cautious tone, Yan and Su closed their eyes, wondering where on earth this bastard came from and kidnapped that person!
Opening his eyes again, Yan Hesu looked at the tightly closed door in front of him and sneered, "I'll try my best."
With the assurance from his roommate, Wen Xi took a deep breath and opened the door.
宴和苏其实也很紧张，不过他担心的是，自己没忍住一个冲动把人揍了，要多久才能把温溪从初恋就失恋的痛苦里哄好。
If all else fails, he can use his connections to introduce some handsome, good-looking and talented young men to Wenxi.
It would be best if he is a good boy from the family. He can also continue to protect Wen Xi from being bullied, and the two of them can just become closer.
When the door opened, I saw a tall and slender figure, which gave me a strong sense of oppression.
But it looked so familiar, as if I had seen this figure countless times.
Yan Hesu frowned, and an inexplicable uneasiness surged in his heart. He stared at the man's back, waiting for the moment when the man turned around and he could see his face clearly.
Yan and Su's brains buzzed, and then, their rationality was gone.
Xun Wenxi was blah blah, his eloquent mouth was now stammering in confusion and he finally cursed "fuck" through gritted teeth.
The old man who coaxed Wenxi into falling in love, took the bastard pig that they had raised cabbage for three years, and the one that ate the tender grass was the cow that grew grass next to his own yard.
Even the two of them were introduced to each other by him!
The matchmaker turned out to be himself!
Right now.
Yan and Su had only two thoughts in their minds.
First: F*ck/Fuck, Yan Jue is not heterosexual? Why is he still lying to the little boy? Is he crazy?
Second: Wenxi and he both need legal assistance.
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