i really like you

Tang Yuan took a puff of cigarettes in "Jincheng", and then chewed two pieces of gum to get rid of the smell.

His dad could still smell it.

Tang Yuan picked up the golf club thrown to the ground by his father, "Dad, you are not actually a dragon, but a dog?"

Tang Yin slapped the table, "Stop fucking me!"

Tang Yuan tapped the club a few times on the carpet, raised his smile and said, "Dad, when you are free someday, let's go play golf together."

Tang Yin couldn't keep up with his son's brain circuit, and felt that he was getting old.

Tang Yuan saw that his father didn't make a sound, he didn't know what he was thinking about, he put the cue back, and prepared to sneak away.

A voice came from behind, "After 20 years old, you can do whatever you want."

The footsteps stopped, Tang Yuan hehe.

Tang Yin said angrily, "Heh, what's up?"

"You always write me bad checks to amuse me." Tang Yuan turned his head, the smile on his face disappeared, and his eyebrows raised, "You still think I'm a three-year-old baby who hasn't been weaned yet?"

Tang Yin narrowed his eyes. When his son put away his smile and raised his eyebrows, he looked a bit like him, and most of the time he looked like his mother.

"Son, the three-year-old baby has been weaned early."

"..."

Tang Yuan, who was still standing up with his tail a moment ago, died down. He curled his lips, "I'm going to bed, and I have to buy clothes tomorrow. Dad, you should go to bed early too."

Tang Yin didn't say anything.

He did just say that casually, no matter what?That can't.

Just a precious son, I can't wait to stuff him under my wings, break up the best food and feed him into his mouth, until I can't protect him anymore.

However, Tang Yin has also been a son, and knows that what parents give is often different from what children want.

There is a kind of love, which is what parents think of as love.

He pressed his temples, raising children is a technical job.

Thinking of his son's sexual orientation, Tang Yin felt a headache. If he brought his boyfriend home one day, he didn't know what would happen.

Can't imagine.

Anyway, his son Tang Yin must not be bullied.

After returning to the house, Tang Yuan took out the pen that Lin Xiao had given him, and spread out the diary, not for writing in a diary, but for keeping accounts.

On xx, xx, xx, Comrade Tang became furious and swung his club at me because I took a puff of cigarette outside. Hey, hey.

At first, Tang Yuan remembered which day old Comrade Tang came home and which day he didn't, and made a few complaints along the way.

Looking through the content in the book, Tang Yuan discovered a phenomenon, he is happier now than before.

Isn't it said that the older you get, the more lonely you become, and the older you grow, the sadder you become?Why did he come the other way?

Tang Yuan supported his head with one hand, and twirled the pen with the other, and it fell to the table with a bang, picked it up, spun it again, and dropped it again.

The pen was too heavy to spin, so he took a pen from the pen holder and started to spin, his thoughts drifting away.

The night was long, and the young and middle-aged man was full of energy. He didn't know what that man was doing.

What color bed sheets, what style pajamas, what brand shampoo.

He can't drive his classic car before going to bed, and what gear is in it when he drives.

Tang Yuan's breath was heavy, he was like a child who had done something bad, he threw away the pen and stood up, moved his legs and feet casually, then bent his legs and lifted them up, and pressed against the wall for about ten minutes.

After finishing, go straight to the horizontal fork, fully open the legs, lie on the floor with the upper body, maintain the downward movement, and start the train in your mind, hula la.

Nearly an hour later, Tang Yuan swung his sore legs and went to the bathroom to take a bath. He groaned for a long time before he came out, his face was flushed, and his eyes were still a little red. He dug out a set of physics test questions, and after doing two questions, he was distracted. Unknowingly scribbling.

When Zhang Shuran called, Tang Yuan was eating mung bean cake.

Usually the cook will prepare desserts for him, and there will be midnight snacks, and the food and drinks are exquisite.

Not tonight, his stomach groaned and protesting.

Practice more exercises tomorrow to consume and consume fat.

Tang Yuan's voice was vague, "Shu Ran, have you gone back?"

"Go back," Zhang Shuran said, "A Lie and Xiao Chao are also home."

Tang Yuan said oh, he drank two sips of water, "Then you..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a voice from the other end asking, "Xiao Yuan, does your dad know the person in your heart?"

Tang Yuan asked back, "What do you think?"

He moved out of the protective wall subconsciously, "Shu Ran, don't ask, just pretend I didn't say it."

Zhang Shuran didn't seem to see Faxiao's protective wall, he said in his usual gentle tone, "I just want to tell you that secret love is very bitter, you have to be mentally prepared."

He sighed, and behind the words were emotions that did not match his age, "Xiao Yuan, not every persistence will have results."

Tang Yuan was stunned, "Shu Ran, do you have any experience?"

Zhang Shuran neither admitted nor denied it, he said, "It's not something to be ashamed of if you can't keep going."

Tang Yuan was confused.

He knew one thing, love needs God's will.

After hanging up the phone, Tang Yuan stopped eating. He took a comic from the bookshelf and read it.

He can't read the novel, there are no pictures, it's all words, it's uncomfortable.

It's better to be a manga, the coloring can't keep up with the coloring, each has its own feeling.

The key is to be comfortable with the style of painting.

It is a kind of enjoyment to watch the comics drawn by the author I like, and Tang Yuan fell asleep with this enjoyment.

He had a dream. In the dream, he was dancing on the big stage, and Pei Wenjin was sitting under the stage, looking at him with doting and gentle eyes.

Under the gaze of those eyes, Tang Yuan jumped more and more excited, his soul seemed to be unbearably pulled away from his body, and flew into Pei Wenjin's arms.

When Tang Yuan turned around to look again, Pei Wenjin was nowhere to be found, and so were the other audience members.

Old Comrade Tang appeared on the stage and said with a straight face, son, who do you fall in love with, but an old man who is so much older than you, if you treat me as your father, I will die?I've sent him to mine in Africa, and you'll never see him again in your life.

Tang Yuan woke up with fright, the window was brightly lit.

In the dream, he experienced a seamless connection between heaven and hell. Tang Yuan went downstairs listlessly, sat at the dining table and scratched his messy hair, "Where is my dad?"

The butler brought him the milk, "Mister has already gone out."

Tang Yuan glanced at the grandfather clock, it was less than eight o'clock, and the company hadn't started work yet, "Did you leave after eating?"

The butler said, "No."

Tang Yuan drank two sips of milk, and there was a circle of milk beard around his mouth. He smacked his lips. Old Comrade Tang should have gone to the Golden House to eat the loving breakfast made by his lover.

It seems that Fang Lin has two tricks.

Tang Yuan went shopping for clothes in the morning, visited several brand stores, and finally went to the store he often goes to.

Originally wanted to try other brands, but found that I am a stickler.

The owner of the store is a young woman in her 20s named Jin Cancan, who has big breasts with a childlike face, and always wears tight-fitting low-necked clothes, which makes it very difficult for her pockets.

Every time Tang Yuan was worried that they would fall and hit two holes in the ground.

Because it is too big.

Jin Cancan said it was false, Tang Yuan didn't understand why he spent money to put such a heavy burden on himself.

As soon as Tang Yuan entered the store, Jin Cancan took out a well-made white tuxedo for him.

At first glance, it was already prepared.

Facing Tang Yuan's surprised gaze, Jin Cancan winked with heavy make-up, "I'm just a big client like you, so of course I need to pay more attention."

Tang Yuan believed that she was a ghost.

An internationally renowned young designer, the darling of the fashion industry, has both talent and fame, but still lacks clients?

Tang Yuan changed into a tuxedo and came out. Jin Cancan walked in front of him with a bow tie, and he suddenly felt that the air became thinner.

Jin Cancan put on the bow tie for him, and asked abruptly, "Master, do you know the actor Fang Lin?"

Tang Yuan didn't know where to move his gaze, "What's wrong?"

Jin Cancan smiled ambiguously, "She came to me to buy clothes two days ago, and she used the kind of card your father used for lovers."

She adjusted the bow tie skillfully, "I observed it for you, she is different from your father's previous lovers, and she wants different things."

Tang Yuan suspected that Jin Cancan had also been with his father before, but later found out that it didn't seem to be the case.

He was distracted when he heard Jin Cancan say, "Okay."

The young man in the mirror has delicate eyebrows, a delicate and straight nose bridge, moist and beautiful lips, his young body is wrapped in a tailored tuxedo, and his limbs are slender and well-proportioned.

Due to practicing dancing all the year round, the boy's waist line is flexible and his back is straight. His white suit makes him look noble and elegant, like a prince.

Jin Cancan circled around the boy, "Not bad, not bad."

Tang Yuan tugged at the bow tie, "I don't want to wear this one."

Jin Cancan smoothed out the thin marks he had pulled out, "It's not perfect."

Tang Yuan glanced at her through the mirror and smiled, "Where is there anything perfect."

Jin Cancan was taken aback, she seemed to want to refute, but couldn't think of words, so she had to give up.

That tuxedo was tailor-made for Tang Yuan, and he couldn't justify not wanting it.

In addition to the tuxedo, he also ordered several sets of casual clothes, and most of the clothes designed by Jin Cancan suit his taste.

It seems that he has studied him in depth and done detailed homework.

When Tang Yuan got out of the elevator, he met a young woman who claimed to be Li Yue.

He said calmly, "Miss Li, my driver is in the parking lot."

"I won't do anything to you." Li Yue looked a little haggard, her big eyes were reddish, she looked pitiful, "Master Tang, I just want to talk to you."

Tang Yuan sent a text message to his father, saying that Li Yue wanted to buy him a drink.

As he expected, his father said that Secretary Pei would be here in a while, and told him not to get hurt.

Tang Yuan's little trick succeeded. He handed a few bags to the driver, looked at the rearview mirror next to the car, smoothed his hair, straightened his clothes and pants, and only needed to touch up his makeup.