Ch1 – Mr.
He

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It was already in the wee hours when Xu ChengYan received the call.

“Come and pick me up.” The man on the other end of the phone had a husky voice, and the background music was chaotic. 

After that, the other party hung up the phone.

Immediately afterwards, Xu ChengYan also received a message of a location and the location showed that it was in a local bar.

 

 

Xu ChengYan held back his sleepiness, got up and changed his clothes, picked up the car keys and hurried out the door.

Winter had just passed, and it was still a little cold outside.
Xu ChengYan wrapped his coat tightly and got into the car. 

Although it was already one o’clock in the morning, there was still a lively scene on Central Street, with shop lights lit everywhere.

 

Xu ChengYan came to the bar, passed through the crowd skillfully, and walked towards the private room inside.
When he opened the door, he saw the man surrounded by the crowd at a glance.

The lights in the box were dim and the scene was chaotic.
Several young men were sitting and drinking together, while the man in the middle of the sofa was leaning on the back of the sofa casually, shaking a wine glass in his hand.

Suddenly, the man seemed to notice something and looked up in the direction of the door.

 

Someone in the box also noticed the figure at the door and jeered: “Yanyan is here!”

“He really came! Even at this hour!”

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“After all, it was Young Master He who made the phone call, and Yanyan definitely would come!”

 

A group of young men joked and they all looked at the man in the middle of the sofa. 

The man glanced at the black-haired young man at the door, put the wine glass on the table, and said to the others, “I’ll go back first.”

“Hey, Young Master He is leaving?”

“Young Master He won’t have a few more drinks?”

The man ignored the voices around him, just walked straight out of the box, and because the bar was a little hot, he pulled his tie at will. 

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After getting in the car, the man leaned back in the seat tiredly and closed his eyes.

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The two were very close, and Xu ChengYan could still smell the strong smell of alcohol on the man, and said softly, “If XianSheng doesn’t like it, don’t drink so much next time.” 

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Back at the apartment, He Yang took off his jacket and threw it on the sofa.

Xu ChengYan walked over, hung the clothes on the sofa on the coat rack next to him, and said at the same time, “XianSheng, I’ll make the soup.” 

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Xu ChengYan walked towards the kitchen, preparing to make a hangover soup.

“No need.” He Yang leaned on the sofa, rubbed his eyebrows, and asked in a low voice, “Are there any more wontons?”

“Only one last portion is left.” Xu ChengYan came to the refrigerator, “I was planning to save it for XianSheng for tomorrow morning.

“Then I’ll eat wontons now.” 

Xu ChengYan smiled and couldn’t help asking: “If you eat it now, what will XianSheng eat tomorrow morning?”

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow.” He Yang said casually.

Xu ChengYan held back his smile and took out a bowl of wrapped wontons from the refrigerator.

XianSheng still liked to eat wontons so much. 

Xu ChengYan suddenly remembered that when he first moved in to live with XianSheng, he made a bowl of wontons on a whim one day for XianSheng to eat.
After that, XianSheng became fond of eating wontons, and he would prepare wonton wrappers in advance at home.<

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