a delicate flower

After a whole night of entanglement, Ailang made up his mind to go back to Zhuang Lin shamelessly. Before he went back to Zhuang Lin, his hands and feet were more dexterous than reality in his dream. He had already rushed to Zhuang Lin's embrace in his sleep one way and another, At the critical moment, he was woken up by the ringing of the mobile phone.

The sun at eight o'clock in the morning was blocked by the curtains, and the indoor light was dim. Ellen held a pillow in his arms, with a quilt between his thighs, murmured and complained, barely opened his eyes and glanced at the opposite bed. Squinting her eyes, she could tell that Xing Lu had answered the phone.

"Hey……"

Xing Lu was also just woken up, her voice was dry, she yawned continuously, she responded with "um, um, um" several times, and then paused for a while, the room was so quiet that a needle could be heard, Ailang rubbed the quilt to fake pant Her little movements didn't stop, she just pulled up the quilt to cover her face.

Ai Lang fell asleep again under the strange silence, only to hear Xing Lu who was on the opposite bed get up, and then jumped directly from the opposite bed to Ai Lang's bed with long legs, Ai Lang frowned and muttered "What are you doing?" Xing Lu had already straddled Ai Lang's body, pulling his quilt and urging him, "Get up and get up quickly! Chu Xin has something serious to tell you."

When the quilt covering his face was pulled off, Ai Lang wrinkled his face and asked in a daze, "Who?"

Xing Lu rode on Ai Lang, turned on the hands-free voice call on her mobile phone, and said, "Chu Xin, tell me, Ai Lang is listening."

Shen Chuxin's voice came, "What can be confirmed now is that some of the models from the club that appeared at the auto show that day did volunteer to participate in the dinner at the show, but I couldn't ask for their names. If you send me the photos of the show that day, maybe I can recognize them. come out."

Shen Chuxin's words made Ai Lang sober up. There were many people who tried to get ahead at the banquet. They tried their best, but most of them couldn't even let the client remember a name...

Xing Lu responded, "Success, I'll send you the photo right now."

Shen Chuxin said: "You can send it to me before tonight. It's not urgent, but Ai Lang..."

When a abrupt transition word like "but" appears in a conversation, it always makes the body secrete adrenaline and feel nervous.

Xing Lu looked down at Ai Lang, only to see Ai Lang frowning slightly, "Is there something hidden?"

Shen Chuxin's tone was always indifferent, without any ups and downs, but now she was a little hesitant.She said: "Do you remember what I told you before, the first time I saw..." She paused for a moment before saying, "When I saw Zhuang Lin, did I tell you that he looked familiar?"

As soon as the name "Zhuang Lin" came out, Ai Lang's heart skipped a beat, and even Xing Lu's expression changed slightly.At this time, Shen Chuxin's hesitant and hesitant tone was torture to them, and the questions that reserved time for mental preparation also became torture like ants devouring flesh.

There are thousands of turning points in Ailang's mind at this second. He couldn't bear the torment of self-doubt and self-suspicion for a moment, so he couldn't help but put on an eager tone, and urged: "And then?"

"Then……"

Shen Chuxin lowered her voice subconsciously, as if this would minimize the damage caused by her words.

"The person I know is the manager of the organizer. I saw the Moments of the prince on his mobile phone, and I saw...Zhuang Lin..."

"..."

Ai Lang only felt that his mind was blank, and Shen Chuxin's standard Mandarin sentence was not translated by his brain area.

Xing Lu frowned, looked at Ai Lang, and asked Shen Chuxin, "Wait, this is a bit ambiguous. You mean, you saw a photo of Zhuang Lin and the second generation ancestor of the organizer? This means that Zhuang Lin Are you an old acquaintance with those idiots, or is Zhuang Lin a club member who voluntarily participated in the gathering?"

Shen Chuxin said: "They should be friends who have known each other for many years... I took a picture of that circle of friends and sent it to you now."

"..."

Xing Lu zoomed in on the corner of the voice interface during the call, and saw that Shen Chuxin had sent her a photo. She carefully took a peek at Ai Lang, and clicked on the photo.

Xu Xing Lu had a clear goal, and when she clicked on the photo, she saw Zhuang Lin—there were six or seven big boys in the photo, all of whom looked handsome and stylish. The second generation ancestor who put Jueyan.

In the photo, Zhuang Lin was lazily leaning on the sofa and looking at his mobile phone. The person next to him was holding his shoulders. Then Zhuang Lin slightly turned his face to look at the camera. He tilted his head slightly and raised the corners of his lips. Slightly narrowing his eyes, his eyes were contemptuous and perfunctory, showing a hint of mischievousness, but he was also unbelievably handsome.

It was obviously the same face, but they were completely different.Xing Lu used to always say that Zhuang Linbai had a face that suited her appetite, but unfortunately he was a good-natured baby, cool and bad at the same time, it was more exciting, but when she saw Zhuang Lin in the photo, she felt even more palpitating, if she said Zhuang Lin in the photo is so handsome that people can't stop, but when he thinks about how he usually pretends to be good, he just feels creepy.

Xing Lu slid over a page and saw the text accompanying the photo: Airborne City C [Lightning]

Xing Lu looked down at Ai Lang. Ai Lang was reaching for her mobile phone. Xing Lu coughed dryly and handed him the mobile phone.Ai Lang was still lying on the bed and didn't get up. He took the phone in silence and stared at the photos on the screen for a long time.

Xing Lu tried to see the clues from the changes in Ai Lang's eyes and expression. It is normal for Ai Lang to smash the pillow, kick the quilt, and scream strangely. Ai Lang's always calm appearance makes Xing Lu panic even more.

Xing Lu sat cross-leggedly next to Ai Lang, thought twice, touched her nose and said, "Tell me, could this be the case? Although Zhuang Lin is friends with those second-generation ancestors, he doesn't know you You had a problem with that group of people, and you didn’t know about it until last week when you were sent to the auto show by Cao Huai Deyin, and then he kept you safe and sound. And the reason why he didn’t tell you that he knew those people was because he didn’t want you to think about it… ..."

Xing Lu was very involved in editing, and Ai Lang suddenly raised his mobile phone to block her, and asked, "Are you handsome?"

Xing Lu was caught off guard by the question, and said in a daze, "Ah, ah?"

Ellen snorted and smiled.

Ai Lang remembered that the weekend they took the wedding photography, Zhuang Lin mentioned to him that a friend was coming to City C, and this memory node also coincided with the time on the photo.

Although Ai Lang had a nice smile and a soft nasal voice, Xing Lu felt that Ai Lang's reaction made her terrified.

Ai Lang didn't speak, and forwarded the photo Shen Chuxin sent on Xing Lu's WeChat to himself, then lifted the quilt, wrapped up the loose nightgown, got up and walked into the bathroom with slippers on as if nothing had happened.

The door of the bathroom closed with a "click", blocking Xing Lu's worried and helpless eyes from the door. Ai Lang walked to the sink, put his phone aside, put his hands on the edge of the table, and looked at himself in the mirror Looking.

With exquisite eyebrows and thin lips, the figure in the mirror does not move without smiling.He raised his hand, pressed his thumb and index finger under the corner of his mouth, pulled it up, pushed it, and smiled, a fake smile.

When Shen Chuxin said that Zhuang Lin might have known those people a long time ago, the memory fragments wandering in Ailang's mind automatically pieced together a story——

Zhuang Lin is not only a straight man, but also a group of rich second-generation friends at the auto show. When the two first met, Zhuang Lin already knew about Ai Lang and that group of people.

So the beginning of the story is not that the person in the mirror is so attractive and flirtatious, but that Zhuang Lin wonders why this gay guy who has straightened his spine and rejected his friend is teasing him openly and secretly.Perhaps when Ai Lang was delighted that Zhuang Lin was taken to bed by him, Zhuang Lin shared his delight and initiative with his friends as a joke after the fact, or as a show off...

Ai Lang picked up the mobile phone next to him and opened Zhuang Lin's chat box. He really wanted to confront Zhuang Lin directly, but when he was about to type in the input box, he stared at the blue flashing cursor in a daze.

If it was him before, he would have had a showdown with Zhuang Lin without saying a word, used quarrels to build up momentum for himself, and ended the relationship neatly, unwilling to show weakness, let alone admit that he lost to his Hypocrisy.But now, he couldn't yell at Zhuang Lin's chat box.He pursed his lips and flipped through the chat records with Zhuang Lin last night. The estrangement between the lines was obvious, but after deliberate estrangement and avoidance, the bottom of the chat records was full of "ahhhhh" and "I miss you so much" ", it can easily wake up the memory of Ailang's mood when he sent this message last night.

Ailang turned on the faucet, raised a handful of water and splashed it on his face.

No matter whether he was always a joke in Zhuang Lin's eyes or not, he wanted to say goodbye to Zhuang Lin in a calm way rather than making things ugly like a shrew.

After all, that was the lover he wanted to hug and kiss yesterday.

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Ailang walked back from the bathroom to the bedroom under Xing Lu's staring ceremony. While packing his clothes, he asked Xing Lu nonchalantly: "Next Tuesday is Christmas, right? Does our department have to make some preparations?"

Xing Lu blinked her eyes and replied, "According to the usual practice in previous years, we will give apples to the freshmen on Christmas Eve."

Ai Lang turned his head and smiled: "It's a pity that Christmas Eve is Monday, why don't we skip class together and go out to have fun?"

Xing Lu widened her eyes and said, "No...baby, what time is this, are you still in the mood to worry about these nosy things? What about your Zhuang Lin? Are you being pimped by rumors? Don't mention any group play, I even give it to you. Those little white-eyed wolves are not happy to give you apples. Have you forgotten how they followed the trend and made rumors about you? I think the poisoned apples given to the second queen are similar, and this group of bad things will be kept together for Christmas. Woolen cloth?"

Ellen bowed his head.

It's getting cold, save it for the last Christmas together.

Ailang turned his head and coaxed Xing Lu like a normal person: "By the way, just pretend you don't know about Zhuang Lin, and help me to tell Shen Chuxin."

"no……"

Xing Lu hesitated to speak, she wanted to ask why, did Ai Lang have any plans or wanted to pretend to be stupid and continue to be with Zhuang Lin.

Xing Lu's best friends are Ai Lang and Ma Pian. The former looks dissolute and unrestrained, while the latter is innocent and weak. But if she really meets a scumbag, Xing Lu is more worried about Ai Lang than Ma Pian, who has a super self-healing ability. Lang got into the horns every minute.

Xing Lu was silent for a moment, pursed her lips, and said helplessly, "All right."