Dedicated to spoiling young masters

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Che Yan's knock on the door was a bit arbitrary, so Wen Youle often thought that he was simply a spoiled young master.

"It's only nine o'clock, my lord." Wen Youle squinted his eyes and complained in pain.

Che Yan ignored his complaint, went straight into the house, and spread paper on the floor as usual.

"Don't make the shop, every time you come, you'll get my house full of toilet paper. If you don't know, you'll think I'm exhausted." Wen Youle interrupted him, and put away the roll of paper at the same time.

"Then where should I sit?" Che Yan looked at his room full of mass graves with disgust.

"Go to bed, I changed the bedding the day before yesterday." Wen Youle gasped: "I can also listen to your talk while sleeping."

Ever since Che Yan was rejected, he has come to report almost every day, and the reason is unclear.

But hearing big gossip is nosy, no matter how sleepy I am, I patiently act as a love counselor for others.

"Fang Donglin's words are getting less and less, I don't know what he is thinking, he said that he wants to wait for me to recover my memory, so I have to mention more about the past."

Che Yan sat on the quilt, Wen Youle slept in the quilt, one talked and the other listened.

"Those amnesiacs on TV, don't they all go to places they have stayed in before, and meet people they have met before. Except for cartoons, he doesn't tell me anything."

"Don't take me to the hospital either. Since the amnesia needs to be cured, but he said that he has already prescribed the medicine, so I can't find any excuse."

"Is it medicine for the brain?" After listening for a long time, Wen Youle checked this piece of information.

"Yeah! What's the matter?" Che Yan asked, thinking he heard something different.

"It's nothing, you continue." Wen Youle said weakly.

You didn't listen for a long time, Che Yan suddenly became angry and threw his quilt away.

It's summer now, and I didn't feel much when I opened it. Wen Youle continued to squeeze his eyes and found a comfortable position to sleep.

"Wen Youle, you liar." Che Yan kicked him on the back angrily.

Wen Youle gritted his teeth, sat up, and was a little confused: "What's the matter, why did I lie to you. If you get angry, find Fang Donglin!"

Che Yan pointed to his forehead and said, "Didn't you say that you understand the things between men the best, you know what the hell, there's nothing you can do after so long."

This seems to be what he often said, Wen Youle scratched his messy hair, and saw that the car was in a hurry, this little idiot is really in a deep hole.

He smirked and said, "You're obviously in love. What did you say that was disgusting half a month ago? It's not disgusting so soon?"

Che Yan bowed his head and blushed. It was not disgusting. The key was that he was already in his arms, and Fang Donglin was still calm. What kind of thing was this? It made people particularly doubt the relationship between them.

Fang Donglin always avoided him, but he was still so kind to him, which made Che Yan go crazy these days.

"I'm so fucking messy, you should give me some reaction!" Che Yan said, tugging at his collar.

Wen Youle rubbed his eyes a few times, got up and went to the refrigerator to drink a can of Red Bull, then walked back, and said directly: "It's still the same way!"

"I tried, and he won't touch me." Che Yan said weakly, a little bit lost.

Wen Youle Ni smiled at him: "Another way?"

Che Yan raised his head: "What way?"

"Hey, if he doesn't touch you, it means that he is very stubborn about your previous relationship. Now you are not clear-headed, and you have no flair for making out with you!" Wen Youle analyzed clearly and sat in front of Che Yan face to face.

"Sentiment..." Che Yan murmured thoughtfully to himself.

"Fang Donglin's character, you must be similar to him in the past. It's the so-called congenial interest." He looked up and down at Che Yan as he spoke: "Look at you now, you are dumbfounded, and you don't have any sense of elitism. It's like a Tasted dairy products.”

"What do you mean?"

"Stinky tofu!"

It makes sense. There are so many books in the house that he can't understand any of them. Could it be for this reason that Fang Donglin feels that they are not compatible?

"Then why is he still so nice to me?" Che Yan was still confused.

Wen Youle's eyes lit up: "So this is your weight to stand up, he loves you, your body is still very attractive to him."

Che Yan didn't quite understand why he was so dizzy.

Wen Youle was in a good mood with his straight look: "Okay, let me tell you, go and seduce him!"

"Seduce!!" Che Yan widened his eyes and dragged out the end of his voice.

Oh my god, how do you seduce him, take off your clothes and drill into his bed?And it's too shameless for a man to do such a thing!Che Yan expressed shock.

"What's the fuss? You have to learn from my brother in this regard. If you like someone, you will definitely seduce him." Wen Youle said with evil thoughts on his face, his little heart was still beating, ah, my Uncle Kanai... …

"Amount (⊙o⊙)..." Che Yan squinted his eyes.

"To be honest, do you want to have something with him?" Wen Youle asked seriously this time.

"Eh..." Che Yan choked up, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He just thought that he and Fang Donglin should be like a normal couple. If this is what he wants to have, then it should be...

"What the hell, do you want to?" Wen Youle asked again: "If you don't have one, just pull it down. Don't come here so early to make me drowsy. If you do, I'll give you an idea."

Being suffocated in the room and watching Fang Donglin be as cold as ice, it would be better to have that!

Che Yan bit his red lip and nodded.

"Okay." Wen Youle yelled, with a passionate expression, and then came up with a bad idea, and said, "First of all, this matter has to be done slowly, you go back and create some unexpected romance."

"Accidental romance?" Che Yan asked curiously.

"For example, you don't close the door when you take a shower, you don't close the door when you change clothes, and you show your thighs where he can see, just to make him think about you! You know!" He raised his eyebrows wickedly.

Nima, what a wretched way! Che Yan was a little speechless.

"Furthermore, to talk about love, you have to express that you like him, so that communication will be easier! Also, you have to act like a baby, such as asking for a good morning kiss when you get up in the morning."

This is reliable, Che Yan nodded slightly.

"It still doesn't work, you use my trump card!" Wen Youle said fiercely, comparing the scissorhands.

"What is it?" Che Yan looked at him, not knowing whether he was really capable or a fake.

After getting out of bed, Wen Youle rummaged through a room full of sundries. He called that room an art world, and it was really artistic. Whoever cleaned it up would almost faint from crying.

Covered in dust, he came out, holding a USB flash drive to Che Yan: "I've never borrowed a treasured item!"

Che Yan hesitated to take the thing, thinking to himself that it might not be a taboo movie!

"Don't use a USB flash drive unless you have to! Come on!" Wen Youle explained as it was delivered to the door.

Entering the house, Che Yan always felt that he came back with something extraordinary.

I don't know why, but he is easily fooled by Wen Youle, probably because he has too few friends. So far, except for Fang Donglin, he can talk.

"Go to the opposite side again?" Fang Donglin was in the study in the morning and evening, and only drank tea on the balcony in the afternoon, which was also reading.

When he saw Che Yan coming back, he asked casually.

"Hmm..." Responding, Che Yan kept cheering himself up, creating an unexpected romance...

Undress now?It's gross and not romantic at all.

Is there something gentle... that's right.

Che Yan seemed to think of something to pay attention to, and ran up to Fang Donglin enthusiastically, blocking his computer.

"Take me out to watch a movie, okay? It's too boring at home."

That's right, I haven't taken him out for more than a month, Fang Donglin looked at the weather outside the window, it was not bad, and nodded with a smile: "Okay, I'll go and change into convenient clothes."

Hey, it really worked.Che Yan clasped his hands together, feeling a little excited.

A movie theater, a dark place... I can do something... I'm looking forward to it.

Fang Donglin's car is not conspicuous, it can be seen everywhere on the road, but it is very clean, maybe it is because of the new car, but Che Yan doesn't care about these, he only knows that it is amazing to see him driving from the co-pilot.

The hand holding the steering wheel is as pure as jade in the sun, and the lines are as perfect as carefully drawn. Every time you move, the car moves forward steadily and smoothly, giving people a sense of peace of mind.

So, when arriving at the destination, Che Yan fell asleep.

It was because he was in a deep sleep that Fang Donglin raised his hand and gently slid over that pure face, feeling pity, love, and even more uncontrollable emotions, but he was the young master of the Nangong family, the only blood of that family.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Fang Donglin woke up Che Yan.

"Here, get out of the car."

This is the parking lot below, and Fang Donglin parked the car precisely at the parking space at the elevator entrance.

Go up to the fifth floor until you reach the cinema, where you can buy tickets on the spot, selected by Che Yan, foreign 3D cartoons.

I originally wanted to watch a romance movie, but no, a horror movie... I am also very stressed.

With an impure purpose, Che Yan chose a position in the back corner.

Seeing halftime, Che Yan began to worry about it.

Creating romance, the first step - touching hands, in the dark, touching hands...

He turned his face to look at Fang Donglin's hand, and was stunned. Hey, when did you put your arms around your chest!

So Che Yan waited until he put his hand down, tilting his head like this for 10 minutes.

"Is there something on my face?" Fang Donglin asked, but his eyes were looking directly at the movie screen.

I didn't look at your face, but at your hands, Che Yan complained wildly in his heart, but in reality he asked in embarrassment: "Are you thirsty?"

he shakes his head...

"Do you want some popcorn?"

He shook his head again...

In the end, Che Yan said directly: "Can you put your hands down?"

Only then did Fang Donglin turn his head to look at him, fell silent for a while, put his hand down, and put it in his coat pocket as if nothing had happened.

Nima... Che Yan is a little crazy, why does he wear a thin coat in summer, is it just to let go?

Just like your hands were on the bar, Che Yan was very upset, at the same speed as the wind, he put his hand into Fang Donglin's pocket, and grabbed his hand.

Little boy, let's see you hide...