i really like you

Tang Yuan is the only child in the family. As far back as he can remember, his father told him, "I promised your mother before she died that I will not interfere in your life, and you can do whatever you want."

The words are really beautiful, and the expression is really kind.

At that time, Tang Yuan seemed to understand, but only thought that he was his own father, definitely!

But since his father let him get in touch with financial things intentionally or unintentionally, he realized that what he said at that time was just to tease him.

Probably because Tang Yuan's father felt that his son had discovered his little thoughts, so he simply didn't make a fool of himself. He became blatant and asked him to learn a lot of things, so that he must be proficient in all eighteen martial arts.

Simply inhuman.

Tang Yuan is not a little boy, he cooperates on the surface to learn this and that, but in fact he plans secretly, and when the time is right, he hugs his grandmother as his backer, and resolutely embarks on the road of dancing that almost made his father vomit blood.

In the early days, I practiced every day until my whole body hurt, as if being run over by a big truck back and forth. I felt like I was going to die. Tang Yuan didn't give up, he gritted his teeth and survived.

No matter what you do, you have to make an appearance, not for others, but for yourself.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of time and a waste of life?

Tang Yuan practiced kung fu early, and his foundation is relatively solid. He is good at professional courses, and he can be willful occasionally.

As for the grades of cultural subjects, he has always been in the top ten of the whole grade, the same in junior high school, and the same in high school.

Steadily passed one grade after another.

There are a lot of rumors about him in the school, all of them are like roundworms in his stomach, thinking that he didn't try his best, and he didn't take the first place because he didn't want to.

Although that is true.

Because of this, the homeroom teachers who had taken him were heartbroken. With such grades, if he can get into a prestigious school, his future is boundless.

What kind of dance to learn? It's wasted in vain.

Tang Yuan was unmoved.

Dance has an indescribable attraction to him.

That kind of liking was brought out from the mother's womb, growing together with his bones, and he couldn't let go of it.

If his dance artist mother hadn't died more than ten years ago, he still doesn't know how many titles he would have won.

Now I applied for the dance academy I wanted to go to, and was admitted smoothly.

Seeing that life is rushing into the arms of an ideal mother, Tang Yuan is so happy. He has made up his mind to walk the path he wants to take before the burden of the family falls.

On the day when he couldn't leave, he changed lanes again.

Having said that, Tang Yuan likes to dance, but he also likes to eat, and he is always on the verge of death.

His eyelids twitched, as if he had been reading comics recently and hadn't practiced for a few days.

The sense of crisis comes as soon as it is said, and it is unstoppable, it is too tortured.

Tang Yuan put his legs on the table subconsciously.

Bystander Lin Xiao: "..."

"If I were the chairman, I would have many ways to deal with you. I want to learn to dance, right? My card, snacks, and comic books are confiscated. It depends on what you do."

"you are not."

"..."

Lin Xiao just came back from a business trip, otherwise she would be in the conference room, and would not have time to chat with Tang's young master, so she took out a long dark blue box as if by magic.

"Take it."

Tang Yuan received the box in his hand and called to see that there was a pen inside, which was quite exquisite and not cheap. He took out the pen and played with it, "Sister, why did you give me this thing?"

"Didn't you just pass the college entrance examination, gift."

Lin Xiao was wearing business attire, and her lower body was a pair of smart cropped trousers. She folded her legs in a chic posture, "I thought I'd give it to you when I went to your house, but since you're here, I'll take it back by the way."

"correct."

Without waiting for Tang Yuan to respond, Lin Xiao said, "I also bought some comic books for you. There are too many, and it is inconvenient to bring them back. I have sent them all to you, and they will arrive almost tomorrow."

Tang Yuan grinned at the corner of his mouth when he heard it, showing his neat and white teeth, and his beautiful face was full of joy, "Really."

The corner of Lin Xiao's mouth twitched, "It's not the kind of comic you want to read."

The smile on Tang Yuan's face disappeared immediately, he pouted boringly, "Then I don't want it."

Lin Xiao glanced at him, and said like pouring beans, "Just look at one kind, and you will never know that there are other kinds. Look more, try more, give yourself more choices, maybe you will find what you thought My favorite is actually that, there are many better ones.”

Tang Yuan felt that there was something in Lin Xiao's words, and he was taken aback. Could it be that she saw that she was gay, and also saw his thoughts on Pei Wenjin?

impossible?He hasn't done anything out of the ordinary during this time.

Tang Yuan couldn't figure it out, his heart was beating like a drum, he stopped eating potato chips, stopped drinking coke, and couldn't sit still on his buttocks. He got up and said, "Sister, I'm going to my dad's place."

Lin Xiao said go ahead.

Tang Yuan walked to the door and looked back, and found that Lin Xiao's eyes looked a little unfathomable. He couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle, and he walked away with a guilty conscience.

Tang Yuan is gay. It's not a secret that everyone knows. According to the gay education film, you have to come out as soon as possible, so he had a showdown with his father in junior high school.

I won't talk about the process, even if he was killed, he didn't want to recall it.

But he has Pei Wenjin in his heart, this is a big secret, even his father doesn't know.

All the way to the top floor, Tang Yuan let out the breath he was holding in his heart. He took out his mobile phone and poked it into camera mode, looking left and right at himself.

Well, it's a pretty face, but it's too young.

"Master."

Tang Yuan was startled by a sudden voice coming from his ear, "Damn it!"

He looked at the man by the glass door outside the office area, he didn't know when he stood there, hell.

"Secretary Pei, do you walk without making any noise?"

Pei Wenjin said calmly, "Young master is too focused on the phone."

Without thinking about it, Tang Yuan stuffed his phone into his pocket, and lied without blushing, "I usually don't like to play."

Pei Wenjin didn't seem to be interested in this topic, and didn't want to spend time debunking a kid's lies. He swiped open a few doors and asked, "What would you like to drink, young master?"

"But..." Tang Yuan almost bit the tip of his tongue, "Coffee."

Pei Wenjin's tall and straight body turned sideways to the door, and let the young man enter the office, "The chairman told me that the young master is here, so I can only give you water."

Tang Yuan staggered, I'll go, then why do you ask me?

Really.

Pei Wenjin came in with a glass of water, "Young master, the chairman is still in the meeting room, please sit and wait, and call me if you need anything."

Tang Yuan didn't speak, his eyeballs turned here and there, turning to the man's straight trouser legs for a while, and turning to his hand hanging on the edge of his trousers for a while.

You don't need to look up to know that he has his shirt buttoned up to the top, and a dark tie is tied under his collar. His resolute jaw line is closed, his thin lips are pursed into a straight line, and his expression is flat.

The whole person exudes consistent rigor.

Tang Yuan raised his head back, and wiped his face self-destructively. Before the fire of love spread to another person, he himself was about to be burned to ashes.

That's not a good sign.

Tang Yuan sighed unconsciously: "Hey..."

Pei Wenjin said in a formulaic tone, "Master, is there something on your mind?"

"No." Tang Yuan changed the subject, "Yes, it doesn't really count."

He raised his head and asked in a tone of "today's weather is fine", "Secretary Pei, when was your first love?"

Pei Wenjin did not give an answer.

Tang Yuan blinked mischievously, "Maybe you still keep it?"

Pei Wenjin said, "That's true."

Tang Yuan was stunned.

still?

This man is ten years older than him, 27 years old, has he never met someone he likes?

Who are you waiting for?

Tang Yuan licked his lips and laughed, "Then your classic car with manual transmission must be very good."

The word classic car made Pei Wenjin's forehead twitch vaguely, and he said, "It's okay."

Tang Yuan smacked his lips in admiration, took a look, the car had already arrived at the door of the house, and he remained calm.

A unicycle is also a car, so it's so unreasonable.

Tang Yuan picked up the water glass to drink, and asked casually, "Secretary Pei, do you play Weibo?"

Pei Wenjin shook his head, "Not playing."

Tang Yuan was full of curiosity, "Then what do you usually do after get off work? Besides work, there must be time to relax. How do you decompress?"

Pei Wenjin glanced at him.

There was obviously no emotional fluctuation at that glance, Tang Yuan still unconsciously held his breath, his heart skipped a beat.

At this moment, a buzzing sound came from Pei Wenjin's pocket.

The eyes cast on him retreated, and Tang Yuan's heartbeat gradually returned to normal.

Pei Wenjin answered the phone, and the other end was the voice of the front desk, "Secretary Pei, I'm sorry, I called your mobile phone because I didn't get through on your landline."

he asked what was the matter.

The front desk said, "Miss Li is here."

Pei Wenjin has a good memory and almost never forgets. He said, "No appointment."

The front desk said in embarrassment, "But Ms. Li made a lot of noise in the lobby, and threatened to see the chairman."

Pei Wenjin tapped the table twice, "Ask the security to invite her out."

Tang Yuan heard the general idea and was not surprised.

Ever since his mother died, his father has changed his temperament, and he never refuses anyone who comes. Over the years, he has had a lot of affairs.

His father was in the prime of life, with a strong body, handsome, mature and stable, the key was that he was very rich, and there were countless people who wanted to be his stepmother.

He can't remember how many times he saw it on the Internet. It's hard to tell whether it's true or false. If his father doesn't explain it, he doesn't care.

A few of them were originally joking, saying that his father might get him how many younger brothers and sisters, older brothers and sisters.

The rumor got to his father's ears somehow, so he ran to his room with red eyes that night, saying that there would always be only one son.

There was some emotion, but Tang Yuan felt that his father was too confident, and he often walked by the river without getting his shoes wet.

In the end, he was still too naive, never expecting his father to have a ligation.

A few years ago, a woman came to his school to block him, saying that she was pregnant with his father's child. That hand of cards left him in a daze.

That's when his dad told him about the vasectomy.

He asked why.

His father lit a cigarette, squinted his eyes and took a puff, sighing that there were too many people and he couldn't guard against it.

Intuit shameless.

After a while, the front desk called and said anxiously that Miss Li had a big fight and that she had the chairman's child in her stomach.

When Tang Yuan heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he dug another hole to bury himself.

He doesn't care about it, and he can't control it.

Ms. Li's identity is not simple. Now that the child is involved, the nature of the matter has changed. Pei Wenjin hung up the phone, "Master, I'll go down for a while."

Tang Yuan waved his hand, he walked around his father's office, and then went to Pei Wenjin's place.

It wasn't the first time he came here, every time he felt neat and cold.

Tang Yuan pulled out the chair in front of the computer and sat down, imagining how a man would look like at work, and accidentally saw an empty yogurt box in the trash basket, and suddenly felt an urge to take the box out and suck a couple of mouthfuls into the straw .

He stretched out his right hand and was slapped by his left.

This convulsive thought was unacceptable.