The sound of the wind blowing through the trees rustled, and the cold wind blew Qi Yan, but it was not as cold as his heart.

The silence along the way made Xiao Yi not used to it, because he could clearly feel the breath on the back of the people around him.

"Qi Yan, why are you sad?" Xiao Yi looked at the distance and asked gently.

Qi Yan was stunned and shook his head to deny: "No. No sadness..."

"Don't lie to me." Xiao Yi said a little bit: "You are sad."

Qi Yan stopped talking. He pursed his lips, looked down at the falling leaves on the ground, stepped on it, and made a crunching noise.

The infinite silence returned between the two, and the atmosphere was full of embarrassment for a while.

"Well, I'm sad." Qi Yan couldn't help but compromised: "I, I thought..."

"Why do you?" Xiao Yi flashed a smile in his eyes, looked carefully, and vaguely revealed a little cunning.

Qi Yan supported me, his cheeks flushed: "No, nothing..."

If you say it, it will be more awkward between the two. Qi Yan thought this way and hurriedly quickened his pace, missing the wounded look in Xiao Yi's eyes.

In a love, if two people care about anything, even if there is a yarn between them, it will be as difficult as a mountain.

Qi mother bought hot pot dishes and prepared a hot pot on Qi Yan’s small bar. Qi Yan followed the cart. When she saw the big bottle of juice, she itched her hand and grabbed a bottle. Glanced.

"How old are people and still drinking drinks! Don't know if you are in bad health?"

Silently put the drink back, and stretched an arm behind him to pick up the bottle of drink.

"Let’s drink this today. Don’t drink at home, it hurts more."

When Qi mother heard it, she smiled and said, "Yes, yes, boys still drink less, and it's nothing to drink."

Qi Yan: "..." Mom, your style is not like that.

As soon as he turned his head, he met Xiao Yi's eyes full of soft light. Qi Yan's face, which had just slowed down, turned red again, and he quickly pushed the car and quickly followed behind Qi's mother.

Xiao Yi looked at his back, his eyes narrowed, and he sighed softly. When will this stalemate be revealed?

After buying a bunch of vegetables, Qi Yan and Xiao Yi carried it. Originally, Qi mother wanted Qi Yan to carry it all, but there were too many things, Xiao Yi helped a lot, Qi Yan was tired and half dead, two arms seemed to be The same is about to fall.

Xiao Yi looked at him, approached his head down and whispered in his ear: "Give me some more."

"No!" Qi Yan shrank, and quickly backed away a few steps: "No, no, I can..."

The aggrieved little glanced at Xiao Yi, as if accusing ‘why do you have a girlfriend and why are you so close to me...’.

Can't help but want to laugh out loud, but could not bear to go back.

"OK then."

Xiao Yi was about to enter the elevator soon, and Xiao Yi was not afraid that he would get tired by taking a few more steps. He would carry some more bags when he got upstairs later.

Instead of seeing the little interaction between the two, Qi's mother treated Xiao Yi very kindly, even more so than Qi Yan. After all, in the eyes of Ms. Qi, Xiao Yi is her son's ‘boss’.

After returning to Qi Yan's small apartment, Qi mother devoted herself to the kitchen, washing vegetables and picking vegetables. Qi Yan also helped, but was forced out by Qi mother to let her chat with the ‘boss’. Qi Yan turned on the TV and avoided Xiao Yi if he had nothing.

Half an hour later, Qi mother called them to go. The hot pot was boiling, and the food inside could be eaten. Mother Qi sandwiched a lot of meat and **** with Xiao Yi and chatted while eating.

"Xiao Yi, is your home here?"

"Yes, my parents live here. I came out to start a business and rented my own apartment."

"Oh, that's okay. You're at home anyway, even if you fail, you can have a rely on it."

"Yeah. I am very happy to live here. I can meet friends like Qi Yan."

"Oh, how many pounds and a few pounds does this guy have? I don't know?! Didn't you just let him go?"

"No, Qi Yan is very loyal to friends..."

Qi Yan sulked his head to eat on one side, crying without tears in his heart. Mom, am I still your son?

Xiao Yi saw him eating vigorously, and did not speak, so he put a piece of meat into his plate. Qi Yan didn't think about it, and ate it up together, and looked up to see Xiao Yi looking at himself ambiguously, his cheeks flushed quickly!

"I, I'm going to the bathroom!" After he finished, he dropped his chopsticks and turned to run into the inner room.

There was a faint cry behind her that mother Qi didn't approve of, and Xiao Yi didn't dissuade him.

After washing two faces, Qi Yan eased the heat on his face and looked at himself in the mirror.

The thick hair was cut very layered, and the light blue shirt collar set off his slender neck perfectly. The facial features are three-dimensional and stylish. Although it grows long, it is beautiful and beautiful.

Unbuttoning two buttons of the shirt, exposing the delicate collarbone, Qi Yan looked at herself in the mirror and nodded.

——Well, he can try to lure!

As soon as he came out of the bathroom, he was pulled by a force. Qi Yan didn't have time to exclaim, his mouth was covered, and he was pressed against the wall behind him.

Qi Yan stared, this scene seemed to be acquaintance...

Next to the bathroom is the bedroom. Qi Yan was hugged and pulled into the bedroom. Behind the wall, Qi Yan set his sight on the man, not who is Xiao Yi?

"Hush, it's me."

Xiao Yi let go of his hand and Qi Yan breathed a sigh of relief: "What are you doing, this is the case..."

"How else can you get along with you alone?" Xiao Yi smiled and reached out his hand with a little tip of his nose: "Why keep hiding from me?"

Qi Yan's eyes began to flicker, not looking at Xiao Yi: "I didn't hide from you..."

"Then you look into my eyes."

"dont see……"

"That's to hide me?"

"Not hiding..."

"look into my eyes."

Too bad for Xiao Yi, Qi Yan straightened his head to admit his fate, looking directly into his eyes...

The result was less than two seconds, Qi Yan's face was not red, and he could feel the heat.

Qi Yan, who knew that he was very embarrassing, held his mouth and cried out: "Don't let me look at your eyes..."

"Qi Yan." Xiao Yi's voice was soft, without a trace of fluctuation: "You like me, right."

This is the tone of the statement, not the doubt.

Hearing Xiao Yi's words, Qi Yan's face was redder, and he supported him, but he didn't know how to refute it.

Seeing this, the light in the depth of Xiao Yi's eyes was more dazzling, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was even worse.

[Xiao Yi’s favorability to Qi Yan +15, current favorability: 90]

After a long time, the sound of the reminder sounded, and Qi Yan knew that he had taken the right step.

"Why don't I admit that I like it?" Xiao Yi's mellow wine-like voice rang in his ears, which was particularly fascinating.

Qi Yan's expression suddenly became decadent. He pouted, with a hint of complaint: "You, do you have a girlfriend..."

Xiao Yi smiled: "I lied to you."