MTL - Bringing Along a Ball and Hiding from Foreign Devils-Chapter 63 Extra 2
Zheng Bo came out of the hospital, and the car just opened the hospital door not far away, and saw a familiar figure.
He thought about it, stepping on the gas pedal and catching up with the man.
"Beat--" Zheng Bo pressed the horn twice and saw Fan Wenfeng startled and couldn't help but feel a little funny. He drove the car closer and lowered the window to the person outside the window: "Where is it? This is not a good car, I will send you."
Fan Wenfeng saw that he was a little surprised when he saw someone coming in, but when he thought that this was his place, he felt that he was not surprised. He came by a colleague's rider today, and he didn't drive, but he thought that Zheng Bo was just polite. After all, they didn't know where to go, so they waved and said: "You're welcome, don't bother you."
Generally, at this time, the other party should accept this kindness and say hello. How do you know that Zheng Bo laughed and said: "I won’t remember the last thing?"
Fan Wenfeng turned a big eye in his heart. The last time he thought about Ren Zhiyuan's health, he was a bit too nervous. But things have been so long, and now that Zhou Yuan has even twins, how can he still hate it.
Just two strangers who are unfamiliar are sitting in the narrow compartment. How do you think about it? Fan Wenfeng laughed twice and his expression was a bit hypocritical. "Nothing, I have nothing to do here. I just go out and go, really. Don't bother you."
"Oh, this way," Zheng Fan suddenly said when he finally thought that he would give up. "That's right, since you are not busy, go eat a light meal together."
Fan Wenfeng felt that this person was really inexplicable. After he said coldly, "You are welcome," he walked away without hesitation.
How do you know that Zheng Bo does not understand other people's expressions, driving slowly behind him not far behind. Fan Wenfeng's eyes were pumped. How did he not think that this person is such a character?
He took a deep breath and stopped. He turned to the side of the car and leaned down. He said, "Will you have a meal?"
Zheng Bo smiled and nodded.
The atmosphere inside the car is as silent as Fan Wenfeng thinks. He is so silent and stunned that he can't understand what the person sitting in the main driver's seat is.
Zheng Bo looks very good. The car plays jazz music, and sometimes he can hear him screaming. The index finger taps on the steering wheel with the rhythm of music.
Fan Wenfeng was guilty of guilt, and he was thinking about whether this person wanted to retaliate against the last time he said that he had to change the attending doctor. I didn’t expect this person to look at generosity, but it was such a character that was easy to remember.
However, Fan Wenfeng really misunderstood Zheng Bo this time. He simply thought that Fan Wenfeng was very interesting. As a friend, he could really take Ren Zhouyuan to this level. He didn’t have a bad heart with him. It’s rare to have such an opportunity. Or, let's talk about the last time.
He could see that Fan Wenfeng was still worried about the incident. He was misunderstood and felt that it was no big deal. The doctor-patient relationship was such a thing, but as a good friend of Ren Zhouyuan, he understood his character. People can communicate with Ren Zhouyuan. I don't know where to go when I want to come. Although I don't know if I have any chance to meet again in the future, I can see it now. Then I will clear the contradiction and maybe I can get a good friend.
Zheng Bo did not ask Fan Wenfeng's opinion and drove the car directly to a Japanese restaurant that frequented.
The store happened to be in a place not far from Fan Wenfeng’s home, so that when he saw Zheng Bo driving into the familiar road, his heart flashed for a moment, until the car stopped, he was surprised at this place. There is still such a store hidden.
The decoration style of the store is different from that of the ordinary Japanese restaurant. It is better to say that it is a restaurant. The decoration in the store was very warm. The first thing I saw at the beginning was a long bar. There were some wines in the bar, but the people in the white suits were walking around.
The melodious piano pure music with soft lighting makes people relax at once. Fan Wenfeng followed Zheng Bo to the position of the bar. When he saw the familiar road and even the shadow of the menu, he quickly found a few dishes. After turning around, he raised his eyebrows at him.
Fan Wenfeng rolled his eyes and wondered what made you think I knew what to eat here? He asked if he could give him a menu. How did he know that Zheng Bo actually smiled at him and turned to the waiter and said, "Like me."
Fan Wenfeng feels that this person is exactly the same as when he first met, the same arrogance, the same as no one.
He didn't even know if he was covered by the ghost. How could he follow this ghost place? If the meal was not eaten, he would have a stomach fire. He only hoped that the meal would end faster and suffer. The time can come shorter.
On this side, he is still in the belly. On the other side, Zheng Bo has ordered a bottle of green plum wine and put it in front of him. He said to him: "Try it, this wine tastes good, the degree is not high, the boss made it, Only there is something to drink here." He said with a little regret, saying: "Unfortunately, I have to wait for a drive, you have to drink my share, or you will lose money."
Fan Wenfeng glanced at him and saw Zheng Bozheng looking at him sincerely. He thought that he was a bit broken and thought that since he opened this head, he was a knife and he was too lazy to pick up the cup. Drink and drink.
The sweet and sour plum flavor spreads from the tip of the tongue to the entire mouth, the wine goes down the esophagus, and the place along the way is warm, the wine is turned back to the nose, and even the exhaled breath brings a bit of plum flavor. Fan Wenfeng looked at the empty glass in his hand. He was a little embarrassed. He didn't wait for him to react, and he heard the people around him chuckle.
He looked up at him. Zheng Bo took the glass from his hand and filled him with a glass of wine. He smirked and said: "You can't be greedy."
Fan Wenfeng did not know whether the problem of wine was embarrassing. He felt that his face was hot, and the surrounding scenes looked a little fascinating. Even Zheng Bo’s face looked a little handsome.
He feels that this person is really as abhorrent as ever. He can feel that his head is not good enough. He even lie to him that the wine is not high.
Zheng Bo's dishes are served on the table, the dishes are exquisite, and a few cups of plum wine are also appetizing. Fan Wenfeng is drunk, and he doesn't have to be angry with Zheng. He picks up the chopsticks and starts to move.
The two chat while eating, most of them are Zheng Bo asked, Fan Wenfeng answered the pattern, and occasionally Zheng Bo will add a few words of his own opinion, a meal is not as imaginary and unnatural.
After eating seven or eight minutes, Fan Wenfeng discovered that Zheng Bo had been helping him to add tea and prepare spices, and he had done everything properly, but he did not eat a few mouthfuls.
He looked at the first plate on his hand, coughed, and put aside the chopsticks a little uncomfortably, and took the cup and drank the tea.
Zheng Bo probably saw his mind, only chuckled, no more to eat on his side. He also took a sip of tea and said: "I heard Xiaoyuan say, are you and him because of work?"
Fan Wenfeng paused and nodded, and he probably said about the passing of the two at the time.
Zheng Bo asked: "So, are you working as a full-time editor now? Or do you write a manuscript occasionally?"
Fan Wenfeng shook his head and looked a little regretful. "I haven't written it for a long time. Xiaoyuan is the most worry-free. I have several other writers." He paused and waved his hand and said, "Don't mention it, Originally thought that when editing is very easy, it is to remind me of the review text, how to know a lot of bad things, sometimes I want to write a pen and write again, there is no such energy, so sometimes see good questions, can not help but push For the writers you like, I hope they can pick the title and the wish they want to write."
Zheng Bo nodded and said, and then asked a lot of things about Fan Wenfeng's work. Fan Wenfeng rarely said this to others. In the past, he occasionally poured a bitter water on Ren Zhouyuan. But since he and Leonid are together, there is a lot less chance. Today, I don’t know if it’s too long or alcohol-driven. So he told him so much about a nod of a stranger.
In his words, he is full of love for writing work. When it comes to the problems that he once thought of "Shaw", his eyes are even more sparkling, and Zheng Bo can't help but feel a little funny.
He thought that this person and Ren Zhouyuan are a temper, no wonder they will become good friends.
What makes Zheng Bo feel funny is that Fan Wenfeng always "seduce" Ren Zhouyuan to write the content he wants to write for a long time, but every time he is called his professional ethics, or respects his friends in the eyes of Zheng Bo, Fan Wen The front is always too arrogant, causing the last questions that I want to write are not selected.
"Before Leonid, their company also gave a manuscript. That manuscript is still very much I want to write. I want to scratch my heart. In the end, Xiaoyuan still didn't write it, but actually accidentally crashed into their company. , give them unlimited writings."
Fan Wenfeng said that when he said this, his face was full of grievances, and he was reluctant to know that the truth was full. Zheng Bo was teased by him. Originally thought that Fan Wenfeng was a very stubborn person, the first time the two met the atmosphere was really not good, even he did not give himself a good face just now, this time just in the motivation to solve the physiological needs to cancel the misunderstanding When the man came out, he did not expect to let him discover the unexpected side of this person.
Lenovo’s previous confrontation was nothing more than Fan Wenfeng’s concern for the candid performance of his friends. He listened to the maintenance of Ren Zhouyuan, which he showed inadvertently. Zheng Bo couldn’t help but think that being remembered by such people should be very happy. Let's go.
He smiled in his heart and shook his head.
He is a gay, and he has been empty for a long time, but he does not admit that he is not. Ren Zhouyuan is a born gay, he can see it, but facing this person, he has been unable to touch his sexuality. However, he thought that he and Ren Zhouyuan had known each other for so long but did not make any sparks. Presumably, the probability of being a straight man It is also very big.
It seems that it is a single person for a long time, it becomes to see who can do it.
This meal has been eaten by the guests, and Zheng Bo’s little thoughts don’t have to be said. Even Fan Wenfeng feels that this meal that should have been full of sorrow has been eaten very harmoniously, and this one feels arrogant. The person accidentally chatted with him.
For a long time, I didn’t talk to anyone so heartily. Although I subconsciously blamed it on the bottle of plum wine, Fan Wenfeng still had a slight change in Zheng Bo at some point in my heart. I feel that this person is arrogant. It is a gentle mixture of gentleness. It is a contradiction.
Since that day, the two have come out several times, and Zheng Bo seems to always find strange shops, with Fan Wenfeng eating all over the world. He is erudite, funny and gentle, and he talks about things he hasn't learned before. Fan Wenfeng feels comfortable and comfortable with him, and gradually broke his initial impression of him.
Ren Zhouyuan later learned that the two people had become so good in their unconsciousness. He still remembered the incident of fainting into the hospital, and of course he was happy to see them hand in hand. He told Fan Wenfeng a lot of good things about Zheng Bo, including some interesting things from the past when they were young. Until this time, Fan Wenfeng knew that they had known each other.
That day, he rebuked Zheng Bo’s words once again in his mind, and evoked his shameful memories. As soon as he thought that he could ask Zheng Bo if he could take up the responsibility and threatened him to replace the attending physician, he would like to bury his head in the soil. Don't come out and throw people away.
Leonid had not been very flustered by Fan Wenfeng a long time ago. Although he later put down his guard, he also knew that Ren Zhouyuan had a relationship with him as a good friend, but there was always a thorn in his heart. He wanted to separate the two.
In recent times, I met with Fan Wenfeng. In order to take care of the two small ones, Leonid also followed Ren Zhouyuan, and when he heard that Fan Wenfeng always mentioned Zheng Bo, when he talked about the two people getting along with each other. There is still something that can't be said, and Leonid suddenly thought that he had joked that Fan Wenfeng was his wife's mother.
Leonid Debbie Fan Wenfeng was in the middle of a half year. This incident made him feel dissatisfied for a long time. He thought that if Fan Wenfeng and Zheng Bo were combined, it would be far more complicated to see Fan Wenfeng being crushed. The chance of pressing Zheng Bo.
He secretly looked for opportunities to make the two together, such as asking them to come out to eat together, excuses to leave things in the middle, or let Ren Zhouyuan put people to the house, and then give them a chance to be alone.
Ren Zhouyuan didn't know what he was trying to do. He thought that he would finally put down the guard against Fan Wenfeng, and he invited them to come to the house.
After a few times, Leonid found that what he did was a bit redundant. The two men were so familiar that they didn't need anyone to match them, or even see how they got along, and they just didn't break the last relationship.
Fan Wenfeng knew that he had misunderstood Zheng Bo at the beginning, and he was looking for an opportunity to ask him to eat and compensate. By the way, he also found an opportunity to officially apologize to him. On the day after the two finished eating, Fan Wenfeng rushed to check out, Zheng Bo took the wallet's hand and looked at him doubtfully. "Isn't that this is mine? The last time you paid for your forgotten Already?"
Fan Wenfeng nodded and shook his head again: "I haven't forgotten, but this time I am coming." He felt that it was really difficult to admit that the previous incident was still awkward, and he was still struggling with what to say.
Zheng Bo squinted at his brow and was not in a hurry to check out. He asked: "What happened to you today? I feel that there is something missing, what happened?"
Fan Wenfeng's expression was a bit awkward. He raised his hand and rubbed his nose. He sighed in his heart and said that he had simulated hundreds of times in his mind.
"...just, that's it," he blushed a face and didn't dare look up at him. He missed the look of Zheng Bo's surprised and funny face. Fan Wenfeng has a double palm and a tense face. "I am really sorry! I was scared by Xiaoyuan suddenly fainted at that time. Absolutely, there is absolutely no doubt about your professionalism!"
“Oh?” Zheng Bohao looked at him all the time. “Is there really?”
Fan Wenfeng laughed twice. "Yes, there is a point..." After saying it was not suitable, he immediately stopped talking.
Zheng Boqiang held back his smile and felt that it was very interesting to look at his face and do something wrong. "Oh, it was a bit hurting my heart at that time, hehe..." He sighed pretentiously, and his eyes were secretly observing Fan Wen. The expression of the front.
Fan Wenfeng was even more guilty when he said this. Suddenly, I felt that it was really not enough to ask such a meal. If I was questioned about professionalism, I guess he would be furious. Zheng Bo is so true now. Be a good temper.
He pondered for a moment and asked: "What do you want? Say a condition, I must compensate!"
Zheng Bo raised his eyebrows. "Compensation? Um..." He suddenly took a moment and said: "Take me one night, and I will be comfortable with you. I will forgive you."
When he said this, his heartbeat was accelerating. He knew that he shouldn’t have such a joke, but he still couldn’t hold back his words. Deep inside, he still looked forward to Fan Wenfeng’s answer.
Sure enough, Fan Wenfeng stunned as soon as he heard it. He looked at him and blinked. It was not quite sure whether this was what he guessed.
The atmosphere suddenly became subtle, and the surrounding air seemed to solidify. The two looked at each other quietly until they saw that Fan Wenfeng had an eyebrow, and Zheng Bo’s heart became cold and his face was laughing. The intention gradually froze, and finally smiled and waved: "What do you think, I am joking, haha! Let's go, don't you want to invite me to dinner?"
"Yes... is it?" Fan Wenfeng later picked up his bag and stood up to check out. The back of his departure also had a sense of contempt, and Zheng Bo laughed more distressedly.
Sure enough, you shouldn’t just pick up straight men.
On the way back, the atmosphere in the car was worse than when the two people went to dinner for the first time. No one spoke on the way, and the air-conditioned air in the car was reserved.
Zheng Bo glanced at Fan Wenfeng and saw that he was still tangled, and he could not help but sigh. He wanted to say something to ease the atmosphere, but he couldn't find anything. He felt that it was not right to say anything now, so he kept silent and sent Fan Wenfeng to his residence.
After the car stopped, Fan Wenfeng still maintained the same posture, looked at his own hand with his eyebrows, and did not notice that he had reached his destination.
Zheng Bo stunned his hair a little helplessly and put out the car and said to him: "The place where you live is here," seeing Fan Wenfeng moving, Zheng Bo knows that he is listening, and continues: "The ones I just said Don't go to my heart, I don't mean anything else."
Fan Wenfeng finally looked up at him and asked him with a look of Zheng Bo’s incomprehensible expression: "What does that mean?"
Zheng Bo’s meal, busy said: “I’m just kidding, really nothing else.”
"Yes." Fan Wenfeng said softly, this time his expression flashed a moment of loss, speed, but Zheng Bo has been paying attention to the expression on his face and did not miss. He heard Fan Wenfeng say: "Thank you for coming out with me today." After watching it, he didn't look at him. He opened the door and got ready to get off.
Zheng Bo subconsciously stretched out his hand, and the frozen heart became active again, fluttering and fluttering, and he could not hear his voice.
At that moment, he thought of countless possibilities, poured enough cold water on himself, but could not help the temptation of one in ten thousand.
Zheng Bo said: "If I think wrong, or you don't have that meaning, I hope you can forget my next words."
He grabbed Fan Wenfeng’s hand and tightened a little. He said, “I’m sorry that I tried to test you that way,” he took a deep breath. “I like you, but I’m not sure if you can... accept men, If you have a little bit of meaning to me, I hope that you can consider carefully with me."
Fan Wenfeng heard the shock and looked at him, looking at his expression, Zheng Bo that a little bit of recovery has a rhythm to be extinguished.
Fan Wenfeng took a breath, and the empty one was hand-applied. When Zheng Bo thought he was going to "rip open" his hand, he was tightly held by him.
He stared at him with a big look. Seeing Fan Wenfeng was relieved, then he smiled at himself and said, "It’s so good, I have the same thoughts as you."
Zheng Bo feels that he seems to have got it wrong, because he only hears the sound of his heart's thunder, until he is embraced by Fan Wenfeng, he knows that everything is real.
From today, he no longer has to envy others to be remembered at all times, because he also found the person who will remember him.
The author has something to say:
*The last small theater*
Leonid: I am relieved to see that Fan Wenfeng is under pressure.
Fan Wenfeng: Did you see that my last action was more attacking? !
Leonid's three views are broken.jpg
Zheng Bo OS: Anyway, you can't see our stew, the wife loves to say who attacked and who attacked ------
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