Have You Ever Met Such a Cold Author

Huo Miao finally asked for leave.

I don't know why, when he told the truth, "Your roommate is in love, so he invites him to dinner." You Hongzhi, who was not willing to let anyone go, raised his eyes to look at him and suddenly asked, "Your roommate already has a partner?"

"Yeah, it just happened." Huo Miao said angrily. "It's too much! I did a day's work today, and finally returned to the dormitory to relax, but he showed his affection. , Hasn't stopped for an entire hour! It's really frantic and annihilated...Hey, can I go, if I can't, I'll have to go back to them sooner."

"Go." You Hongzhi said.

"Huh?" Huo Miao looked at You Hongzhi suspiciously. Although he still looked cold, but I don't know why, Huo Miao just thought he seemed to be in a better mood, "Why are you suddenly becoming so talkative?"

You Hongzhi: "When am I hard to speak?"

Huo Miao: "..." Under the eaves, he gave up the idea of and You Hong's theory and asked: "Eat first or work first?"

You Hong paused, frowned and asked, "What job?"

"I don't know. Isn't this waiting for you to give me a task?" Huo Miao said blankly, "Otherwise, why did you catch me from the dormitory?"

"Can't I ask you for anything other than work?"

"Oh..." From Huo Miao's point of view, it is no longer necessary to say what other things are. Every time he came to this apartment before, he either came to work or had an appointment, "Okay, I'll take a shower first?"

You Hongzhi seemed to be choked. He watched him for several seconds before sneering and saying: "Then you wash it, I'm going out to eat."

"What? Wait, did you really take me out for dinner?"

However, You Hongzhi refused to pay attention to him. He changed into a casual coat and was about to leave. Huo Miao flew over, entangled him like an octopus from behind.

You Hongzhi froze for a moment. Apparently no one had ever dared to pester him like this. He said angrily: "Come down!"

"Brother, woo woo woo, take me there."

"Order your own takeaway."

"No, don't be angry, I misunderstood you, you are a good person, I'm so hungry, I want to go out to eat delicious food, brother..."

You Hongzhi said unbearably: "...Come down and change your shoes. Are you going out with slippers?"

Huo Miao quickly got down from him. He was afraid of You Hongzhi's deception or repentance. He had to pull someone's sleeve with one hand when he was sitting on the hallway chair to change shoes. You Hongzhi helplessly watched him tying his shoelaces awkwardly with one hand, and wondered how many times he deeply doubted whether his junior brother was a shortcoming in his mind.

"You won't be able to get out even if you tie it like this."

He pulled the sleeves out of Huo Miao's hands, and Huo Miao anxiously said, "Don't go..."

Before he finished his words, he suddenly stopped in astonishment.

The tyrant who speaks for nothing in the company created the miracle of the online game Yaoling with one hand. The arrogant You Hongzhi knelt down on one knee in front of him and leaned over to tie his shoelaces.

"Have you tied your boyfriend's shoelaces?" Huo Miao finally asked, taking advantage of Tang Cu's effort to go to the bathroom.

Lu Lianguang had an expression of "Are you crazy" and couldn't say anything: "You've been holding back for so long, I thought you wanted to ask me any restricted question--you want to ask this?"

"Is there any!"

"No, my bamboo god does not have shoes that need to be laced. What's wrong?"

Huo Miao didn't get the answer he wanted, so he couldn't continue to ask. He looked a little disappointed, but still perseveringly changed the angle and asked: "Then under what circumstances will you guys help someone you hate to tie shoes? band?"

"When you are bound to a system that says you will die if you don't tie your shoes to annoying people," Lu Lianguang said silently, "Why do you want to study how our gay guys tie shoelaces? How, Tian Qingyi It’s a honeymoon, did your company send you to write a plot for the game?"

Huo Miao lay on the table with a big expression.

Lu Lianguang was about to ask again, when Tang Cu came back, he immediately left Huo Miao behind.

"I'll call the waiter, and you can order the food, okay?" He leaned close to Tang Cuo’s ear and whispered to him, "Don’t be nervous, I’m by the side. If he asks any other questions, I will answer for you. Let's try it, okay?"

Tang Cu seldom eats in the restaurant, the main reason is to avoid talking directly with the waiter, but today Lu is here, he is not particularly nervous, and nodded.

Lu Lianguang took off his coat, got up and walked outside.

"Your clothes are really stupid." Huo Miao said disgustingly, "I really don't want to sit with you, I feel like everyone else is watching us."

Lu Lianguang deliberately wore his own DIY cultural shirt, a pure white T-shirt, and wrote four big black characters: No coriander. Below there is a line of small characters written by him with a pen before going out: except for sweet and sour ones.

Lu Lianguang originally wanted to put a middle finger to Huo Miao, but because Tang Cu was here, he cherished the image so much that he could only leave the house pretendingly, "You don't understand".

Huo Miao was really puzzled, because he didn't know what Zhu Congsheng's real name was. As soon as Lu Lianguang left, he slapped Tang Chui on the side: "It's too shameful, Bamboo God, we will sit at a table later and pretend Do not know him."

Tang Cu was older than them. He felt that it was not polite to call the name directly, so he followed the people on the Internet and called the bamboo god.

"He used to wear this clothes to the noodle shop every day, and the boss knew him." Tang Cuo didn't reply, Huo Miao didn't care, he specially made up some posts before coming, and he had fully understood the coldest online literature circle. Lu Lianguang also greeted him for the remarkable deeds behind the author, so he said quite contentedly, "I don't know what's wrong today, I have to manually add a sentence below, you say..."

"What are you talking about, so happy-hey Sanshui, how many times have I told you, don't talk to him so close." Lu Liguang led the waiter back, and stretched out his hand to pull Tang Tu close to him, and stick to him. "Huh? What did you say behind my back?"

"Say not to sit at a table with you." Tang Cuo answered honestly, adding another sentence, "I want to sit with you."

Lu Lianguang was full of joy, and he didn't show up too intimately in public. He could only use the cover of his sleeve to secretly rub Tang Tuo's wrist to express his love. He doesn't care what others think, mainly because Tang Tuo has a thin-skinned face and will not let him go to bed when he is angry. He slept on the sofa all night because of bullying others.

Huo Miao: "..." Why should he take his own shame?

Huo Miao, who thought he had fully understood the attributes of the two men, changed his strategy. When Tang Cu ordered the meal and the waiter left, he began to ruthlessly expose the dark history of Lu Lianguang.

"In the entire Tibetan repair building, we sneaked out the most times during the night in 817." Huo Miao said in pain, "I was pulled out by him! Calvin runs out every day, the key is that he has no time for him!"

Tang Cuo actually wanted to ask, what are you doing when you run out? But I was too embarrassed to ask Huo Miao, so he could only poke the road underneath and constrict his thigh.

Lu Lianguang glanced at him and smiled dryly: "There is nothing to say about a college student who hasn't climbed the wall."

Tang Cuo poked his thigh angrily.

Lu Lianguang: "...Want to hear?"

Tang Tuo poked his thigh with approval.

So he could only say vaguely: "Well, just...in the middle of the night, go out for a walk, breathe fresh air, and find inspiration easily..."

Huo Miao ruthlessly exposed his attempt to pretend to be a literary and freshman: "What inspiration, we have slipped out ten times and nine times are going to eat chapters..." He suddenly stiffened for a moment for some reason, and changed his mouth, "Eating people ."

Tang Cu didn't make any comments, and Huo Miao didn't care. After all, apart from saying hello today, this man had barely spoken to him, as if only Lu Lianguang would talk to him.

He thought that Tang Cuo was not interested in this topic, so he didn't go any further.

Only Lu Lianguang knew that this uninterested man happily poked him under the table after hearing about his years of insisting on going out for supper.