Huang Qimin, at the age of over 60, entered a weight loss training camp. Apart from occasionally sending his weight loss videos to the work group, he did not ask about the company's affairs, and pushed all matters to You Shulang. Although You Shulang did not take over the position of Chairman of Changling Pharmaceutical, he shouldered all the responsibilities. After
a busy afternoon, he finally took the time to drink a cup of hot tea. You Shulang loves black tea. He brewed a cup of strong tea, and the rich tea soup dispelled the fatigue in his body.
He picked up the phone to check the messages, and there were indeed messages from Fan Xiao.
One was sent at lunch time, asking You Shulang if he had eaten on time? One was a picture message that had just been sent. Fresh new buds grew out of the withered weeds. The light green that had to be magnified to be seen clearly meant that a huge and vigorous spring and hope were coming.
The hot tea soothed his stiff body. You Shulang leaned back in his chair and replied, "A little tired."
He never complained about hard work to others, but now he felt a little ashamed when he said it for the first time. The hot steam of the tea hit his face and was a little hot.
Fan Xiao replied quickly: When do you get off work? I'll pick you up.
You Shulang rubbed his thumb on the teacup for a few times, flipped out a photo from the album and sent it over: 6 o'clock, pick me up like this.
The other party didn't reply immediately this time. It took a long time before he sent a "OK" word.
The R&D base is close to the north gate of Changling University. It is remote and there are not many students coming in and out. You Shulang regretted it as soon as he stepped out of the north gate after work. As
soon as the night wind warmed up, the nightlife of this city was in full swing. This secluded street next to the university was developed into a food night market. Today was the weekend and it happened to be open. The food stalls were neatly set up along the road. Before dinner time, there were diners who came here to visit. It was very lively.
Fan Xiao appeared in such a noisy world.
Wearing a Hong Kong-style leather jacket, jeans, and long legs, he half-lying on the handlebars of a motorcycle, facing the last rays of the setting sun and looking into the distance.
His smooth hair was messed up by the wind, softening his overly sharp facial lines. In the gentle glow, he seemed to be frozen into an old picture. The noisy city was a blurred background. The man in front of the camera was handsome and lonely, and no one was his antidote.
The next second, the man turned his head, and the loneliness and loneliness on his body instantly dissipated. He called out his attachment in the most tender and gentle voice.
"Shulang, here."
You Shulang hesitated for a moment, and regretted his whim again.
Fan Xiao was too eye-catching, with outstanding appearance and demeanor. Now he was surrounded by eyes in both light and darkness, and had become the focus of everyone's attention.
You Shulang regretted it in his heart, but his face was still calm. He walked towards Fan Xiao in the dense gaze and greeted him like a friend.
When Fan Xiao took out a helmet of the same style as his but in a different color from the trunk, You Shulang clearly heard the excited whispers of the young girls around him.
Fan Xiao was used to observing people's expressions, especially for You Shulang. Seeing his stiff smile, he glanced around and immediately understood his lover's hidden worries. He said considerately, "Director You, why don't you take a taxi? I'll ride with you."
Like Fan Xiao, You Shulang did not miss the fleeting disappointment in the man's eyes. Brushing away the hand that wanted to take back the helmet, he put it on his head neatly. You Shulang, wearing a suit, sat astride Fan Xiao and patted his waist. Amid the "as expected" expressions of the girls who smashed the wall, he approached the man who was still a little stunned in front of him and whispered, "Let's go."
It's not yet the season for riding a motorcycle, and the strong wind blowing on the face is not comfortable. You Shulang is in a good mood, with his hand on Fan Xiao's waist, feeling the wind and lightning that all men love.
On the smooth road, Fan Xiao braked suddenly, and You Shulang's chest suddenly hit the back in front of him.
The two hands on his waist were pulled in front of him and clenched. Fan Xiao tilted his head and said seriously: "Hold tight, it's dangerous."
You Shulang sighed helplessly: "Boss Fan, the old routine is so greasy."
Fan Xiao patted the hands around his waist: "Businessmen, don't look at methods and ways, only results and benefits."
The motorcycle was on the road again, and in the fresh spring breeze, the clasped hands were clasped tightly.
After about half an hour, the car slowly slowed down, and finally stopped after two bumps.
You Shulang got off the bike and took off his helmet: "What's wrong?"
Fan Xiao patted the body of the bike: "The bike is too old, and it breaks down from time to time."
"What should we do now?" You Shulang looked around. This place was not busy, and there were few pedestrians and vehicles passing by, let alone a repair shop. "Should we call for help?"
"No hurry." Fan Xiao sat on the motorcycle and pulled You Shulang closer because there was no one around. He took out his mobile phone and called up the saved photos. "Why did you take this photo?"
The photo was the one You Shulang had just sent to Fan Xiao in the office. He said at the time: Pick me up like this at 6 o'clock.
Fan Xiao and the broken motorcycle in front of him were both in the photo. It was a photo of a man with a crew cut and wearing work clothes riding a motorcycle away in the green willows.
Fan Xiao pulled You Shulang closer to him and whispered, "Director You, didn't you want to see me again? Why did you take this photo after I left?"
The two were very close, but not close, and they could feel each other's body temperature. As their breaths intertwined, Fan Xiao saw the helplessness and indulgence on You Shulang's face, and heard his sincere words after he paused, "It's because I felt I would never see you again that I had to take this photo."
Fan Xiao's heart tightened. It turned out that he was not the only one suffering.
The kiss suddenly fell. Fan Xiao held You Shulang in his arms and kissed him passionately.
You Shulang was startled by this unexpected kiss. This was not a closed road. Although it was quiet, there were cars passing by occasionally. He thought Fan Xiao was too crazy and raised his hand to push him away, but his hand was held tighter. The passionate kiss was a bit out of control. You Shulang's lips were bitten forcefully, and soon he lost his defense and was invaded and entangled forcefully.
The rapid breathing was still in his ears, but Fan Xiao opened his eyes during the passionate kiss. He increased the intensity of his kiss and raised his wrist to check his watch.
As the hands jumped, a faint smile and subtle expectation flashed across his handsome eyes. Glancing at the end of the road, Fan Xiao closed his eyes again and kissed more passionately.
The strong roar of the car engine came from far away. Fan Xiao half-squinted his eyebrows during the passionate kiss, and gently tapped the fingers on You Shulang's back.
Ten, nine, eight, seven...
The car roared past them.
Three, two, one!
He stepped on the brakes again and stopped with a harsh noise!
As soon as the car stopped, the door was pushed open with force. A young man jumped out of the car and asked loudly in a voice that sounded steady but was actually angry: "Brother You, why... and him..."
Fan Xiao was easily pushed away by You Shulang. He wiped the water off his lips and put on a gentle mask: "Oh, Xianglian, what a coincidence."