Chapter 6 Terribly Strong
Chapter 6
We didn’t see the end of Zone B’s performance, not only because everyone was not interested, but also because Yan Jue received a phone call and had to attend to some urgent work.
"Okay, I'll be there as soon as possible." Yan Jue hung up the phone and squeezed Wen Xi's palm. "Sorry, I have some things to deal with now. I have to leave now."
Wen Xi raised her hand obediently: "Then I'll go out with you and send my brother away."
Yan Jue nodded, and he said something to Cen Qin and Zheng Yuting. The two people below also felt that the performance was boring and decided to leave together.
They did not take the same route out of the door, but walked around the arena under the guidance of Cen Tan, who was familiar with the route. They found a hidden door behind the audience seats opposite the gate where they came down, and walked along the passage to the club parking lot. There were all kinds of luxury cars parked there, and it turned out that other spectators went directly through the express passage.
Zheng Yuting volunteered to go get the car, and Wen Xi and the other two had no objection, so they stayed there and waited. It was only nine o'clock, and both Area A and Area B were bustling with people. There were only a few of them in the huge underground parking lot at the moment, and it was too quiet, forming a sharp contrast with the fanatical and restless noise in Area B. They could even hear each other's breathing.
Wen Xi followed Yan Jue here, and all the way he was thinking about what he would say to end the meeting perfectly. He actually wanted Yan Jue to speak first, and then he could say goodbye.
Unfortunately, Yan Jue is not a very proactive man, so he needs to find opportunities.
"Evening news from City A... It is reported that the Yunjia District Binjiang Road Scenic Upgrade Project... The scenic area manager said that it will be officially put into use on the evening of June 12... There will be a fireworks display to meet the citizens at that time..."
The sudden voice of a news reporter broke the silence of the parking lot.
Wen Xi's thoughts came back to her mind and she looked up and asked, "Will my brother go to watch the fireworks display?"
"Probably not. I'm quite busy lately and can't make time for it."
"I wanted to invite you to go with me, but you don't have time, so I won't go either." Wen Xi's hair was a little droopy, and he looked like a rabbit craving for carrots. He sighed sincerely, "It seems like it will be a while before I see my brother again."
Yan Jue looked at Wen Xi's eyelashes and nose tip: "I will deal with it quickly."
Wen Xi blinked, and her right hand, which was hanging by her side, curled up its fingers. Her fingertips accidentally touched the phone in her side pocket. Wen Xi's eyes moved slowly, and she asked very presumptuously, "If I miss you, can I send you a message?"
Yan Jue: "Okay."
As their eyes met, Wen Xi felt that he should do something more for the guest so that Yan Jue would remember him deeply.
When our eyes meet, blessings come to our hearts.
So Wenxi hooked Yanjue's finger and mustered up the courage to ask, "Then before we part, can we have one last hug?"
He looked at Yan Jue nervously. The sexy little mole on the guest's Adam's apple suddenly rolled up and down violently in his sight. Yan Jue lowered his eyes. The boy had a furry whorl of hair on his head, his eyes were watery, and his little red mouth opened and closed, but no one knew what he was saying.
The only words in his memory were "Is it OK?" Yan Jue lowered his eyes and replied, "Of course it is OK."
After he finished speaking, Wen Xi's eyes lit up. He looked a little nervous, as if he had made a great decision. Then he slowly approached Yan Jue.
Wenxi stood on tiptoe, stretched out her hands to wrap around Yanjue's neck, and rested her chin on the man's neck. This was actually a more intimate posture than sitting on his thighs, but Wenxi herself knew nothing about it. She just treated it as a hug that could be given to guests, a higher level than an ordinary friend's hug.
The woody scent filled his nostrils. The originally faint smell suddenly became strong and aggressive in the young man's hot body temperature, and it penetrated into Wen Xi's body, making his head dizzy.
"Wenxi."
Yan Jue suddenly called out his name.
Wen Xi tried to ease the feeling by breathing, but after he exhaled, Yan Jue suddenly supported his back and pressed him into his arms. Unprepared, Wen Xi's face was suddenly pressed against the man's neck.
The vibration of the man's chest as he spoke was transmitted to Wen Xi along the intimate skin. His pupils suddenly dilated, and before he could react, Yan Jue let him go.
It was so brief, like an ordinary farewell.
When Wen Xi came to his senses again, a Rolls-Royce had appeared behind Yan Jue, and Cen Qin was sitting in the passenger seat, looking at them.
Zheng Yuting held up the car window, winked at Wenxi, and said jokingly, "Wenxi, my dear, it's too late today. You can talk to your brother Yanjue next time."
Being watched flirting again, this time the light was especially bright, Wen Xi felt shy and awkward, even stumbling over what to say to Yan Jue: "Okay... okay... no, bye, brother."
"Um."
Wen Xi looked at Yan Jue's calm black eyes and felt inexplicably unhappy.
Flirting is obviously something between two people, so why is he the only one who is at a loss every time he is teased?
The moment Yan Jue sat down in the back seat and before closing the door, Wen Xi suddenly felt an impulse in his heart. He walked forward a few steps, leaned into the car, and before Yan Jue could react, he leaned close to his ear, his lips almost touching Yan Jue's earlobe.
"Feast decision."
"I like you."
"See you next time."
Bang—the car door was closed, and Zheng Yuting in the front seat stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.
*
He returned to the bar and continued working until he got off work at 1:30 in the morning. Wen Xi did not reply to the message and followed Ming Yao back to the rental house.
While washing up, Wen Xi recounted his interactions with Yan Jue in the evening.
"I knew that underground fun is inseparable from sex," Ming Yao made an exaggerated vomiting sound, "Darkness, darkness."
Ming Yao exclaimed in disbelief when he heard Wen Xi holding the car door and leaning close to Yan Jue's ear to deliberately tease him at the critical moment.
"Fuck?"
Ming Yao couldn't believe that the little white rabbit Wen Xi could tease him so fiercely, "So you teased Yan Jue and ran away, how did he react?"
"Ah? What's his reaction?" Wen Xi thought for a moment and told the truth, "I didn't see it clearly. The car was driving too fast. But he should have some emotional fluctuations in his heart, right?"
Thinking of this, he frowned in dissatisfaction and said unconvincedly: "Even if he and I are in a guest and waiter relationship, if a third person teases me and I am the only one who gets shy, it doesn't matter. Yanjue should at least have some reaction."
Wen Xi, who had just finished a shower, was wearing a loose white T-shirt that served as pajamas. He was sitting cross-legged, holding the pig doll that Ming Yao had just bought in his arms. He tilted his head with his chin resting on the pig's head. His whole body was still steaming. His looks and unyielding expression made him look eerie, but his pair of bright fox eyes revealed a harmless air.
It feels so good that my scalp tingles.
Snap——
Ming Yao put away his phone: "Then this fluctuation should be quite large. I'll send you the photo."
Wen Xi took out his phone and was stunned when he saw his own appearance: "Why are you taking pictures?"
Ming Yao raised his eyebrows: "Tsk, next time he comes, add him on WeChat, and show some care from time to time, send him some pretty photos, so that when he thinks of Ni Ye, he will think of you, and naturally Ni Ye will look for you when he comes."
"Is that so? I'll find a chance to try it out." Wen Xi said casually, "As for WeChat, I've already added him."
"Added? You're pretty quick. Let me see it," Ming Yao came up to him, took Wen Xi's phone and clicked on [Yan Jue]'s WeChat avatar. The dialog box was clean and he turned to Yan Jue's circle of friends. A casual glance at it showed all daily records, such as gatherings with friends, college activities, European trips and so on.
“It’s actually a private WeChat account.”
"How did you add him on WeChat?"
"When we were watching the show and chatting, he asked me why I didn't wear a skirt today. I told him that I had only worn a skirt for him and that if he wanted to see it, he could tell me the time of next visit so I could prepare in advance."
"Then he gave me his WeChat. We agreed that I would wear a little skirt for him next time. Xiaoyao, can you help me decide what little skirt to wear for the next time we meet?"
"I want to watch it a second time. Yan Jue can't forget it. I said that no one would dislike you wearing a little skirt and calling someone brother." Ming Yao snapped his fingers, "I'll give you some advice."
"Remember to say hello, post some daily life and photos, chat as you like, and send a voice message at the end saying goodnight, calling me brother in a sticky way."
"Does it have to be this annoying?"
"Of course. This is a must-learn course to control the boss."
Life is not easy, Wen Xi sighed: "I'll try my best."
Ming Yao suddenly discovered that Wen Xi had grouped Yan Jue as [Work (Caution)], and most of Wen Xi's friends were visible only to him if he had slid them into the [Friends] column. Ming Yao looked at Wen Xi's sincere expression, which seemed to indicate that "guests should be grouped in the work category," and whistled at Yan Jue's avatar.
"Why are you whistling all of a sudden?"
Ming Yao returned the phone: "My mouth is itchy, I want to laugh."
"Oh, then you blow it."
"By the way, where did you read the novel I sent you?"
“No.”
"Ah?" Ming Yao was stunned.
When Wenxi thought of the more than 300 novels, she couldn't help but get excited. She randomly clicked on a catalogue and found that it was almost all about ** overflowing/licking*/fierce/whatever. She couldn't help but complain to Mingyao: "Why did you send such a small/huang book? I didn't dare to read it."
"Why?"
Wenxi buried his face in the piggy doll. There was no reason for that, because he was bisexual. And after the text package was sent that day, his little flower was a little strange. He rarely had wet dreams, but now he had to change his underwear every morning when he woke up.
As a result, his roommates would tease him whenever they saw him hanging clothes, saying that although he was 18 years old and strong, he still had to be moderate and take care of his health.
Wen Xi's voice was muffled, not telling the truth: "I just don't want to watch it."
Ming Yao looked a little surprised: "You haven't read any of them?
"Um."
Wen Xi was worried that Ming Yao would scold him for wasting his good intentions. After all, that was the package of his best articles that he had treasured for ten years, and he hadn't even looked at it.
In fact, he was worrying too much.
Ming Yao just looked at him with admiration.
“A completely natural performance.”
"grass."
"Wenxi, you are so powerful."
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