A Straight Guy’s Transmigration Journeys - Chapter 275

“No, I’m not hungry.” Fu Yan worked hard to break off Bai’s hand.

As he passed by the tea room, Bai also pushed Fu Yan in. He put his hands beside Fu Yan’s ears and said, “you really are I’ve never seen you toast like that in my life. ”

Fu Yan’s face was taut, and his heart was in a panic. He couldn’t push it, either. He just didn’t move.

White also see he didn’t retort, oneself pour uncomfortable, “what’s your name?”

Fu Yan is still silent, so is Bai. He takes back his hand and scratches his head. He has nothing to do with Fu Yan.

“I’m really surprised that you’ve changed a lot. Before the library door, you are not very friendly to me? I’ve been groping around for business cards. ”

Fu Yan pursed his lips tightly. He was so happy to meet the man in the real world. But, keep the distance, two people can live in peace.

After all, he listened to the fortune telling.

“I’m looking for your business card just to pay back the money.” Fu Yan only said that, then walked out of the tea room.

Colleagues walked into the tea room and looked at Fu Yan strangely. Turning around, they looked at the handsome guy in their studio more strangely.

Bai also squatted on the ground, like a chicken’s nest.

When it’s time to get off work, Fu Yan is still in the florist’s shop, slowly stirring up his own flowers. What I think is that at noon today, the man seems to be hurt by himself.

Fu Yan thought about it, but he had better go to the bank to get the money, return the money to Bai, return the house and live in a florist. If it has nothing to do with him, try not to.

Thinking, Fu Yan pulled down the door of the florist.

When Bai was frying the kitchen, he heard a knock on the door. He turned off the fire and went to open the door. When he saw that he was a neighbor, he was surprised, “you…”

After sniffing, Fu Yan felt uncomfortable. He looked at the white shirt, which was supposed to be clean, full of some messy colors, puzzled.

“I’m sorry. I’m cooking. Maybe it doesn’t smell good.” White is also used to smile.

Fu Yan shook his head and wanted to say that his cooking skills were not very good. But I sipped my mouth and didn’t say anything. He put the paper bag in his hand on the man’s.

“What’s this? Are you going to surprise me?”

Bai also opened the bag and frowned when he saw that it was money: “the books are still in my house. When I buy them back, I don’t need you to give me the money.”

Fu Yan said: “after all, I tore the book. If it’s broken, it’s broken. I’m still responsible for that. ”

When he turned to go home, he was grabbed by the man’s back collar. I don’t know why it’s quite skillful.

Bai also said, “I remember when I was in the library, but you were ready to sneak.”

Fu Yan’s face flashed embarrassment, “nonsense, I am…”

There’s no argument.

“What is it? I don’t know if the book is broken. I want to put it back on the shelf, do I?” Bai also gave Fu Yan a suitable excuse.

Fu Yan said: “yes, that’s it. If you hadn’t pulled my back collar and dropped the book, I wouldn’t have known that the book I read was broken. ”

“So you have to thank me, don’t you?” So does Bai.

“Yes…” Fu Yan almost went into the hole dug by the man. He turned his hand back and tugged at Bai Yan’s hand.

“Loosen it for me. It’s strangling my neck.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll see if it’s broken. ” Bai also turns Fu Yan’s body, lowers his head and stares at Fu Yan’s neck carefully.

White and beautiful

How can a man’s neck look so good.

White’s heart beat violently out of control. His head slightly side a little, slowly want to get closer, close to like want to contain Fu Yan that from time to time rolling Adam’s apple.

This awkward intimacy Fu Yan covered the man’s eyes and pushed him away. He pulled his collar up and said, “how can it be broken?”

Back to the white God is also the same, his face red blood look. Crazy. What was he trying to do.

“I went back.” Fu Yan turned and opened the door of Bai.

White standing in the same place, has been stiff body did not move. The dark food in the kitchen was cold and cold, and all he thought about was the scene.

If he did, would the neighbors think he was a pervert.

The next day, when Bai went out, he took a look at Fu Yan’s house. After watching it for a long time, he left.

Today’s Fu Yan got up early in the morning, because the owner of the florist called and asked him to open the store.

Fu Yan, who used to walk to the florist’s shop, luxury swept the QR code of the shared tram.

Looking at the road ahead, Fu Yan was a little absent-minded and looked everywhere. He even showed him Bai who was going to drive to work. When he came into contact with Bai’s clear eyes, Fu Yan quickly shifted his eyes.His mood is a little complicated: when he used to tease the man, it was no coincidence. Now I want to avoid him, but I can meet him there.

“Rub my car?” Bai is also surprised to see Fu Yan.

Bai also means to let Fu Yan take his car, take a ride and so on, and then be misinterpreted by Fu Yan.

Fu Yan’s action of riding a bike, turned his head. Pick eyebrow: “don’t worry, won’t rub your car, my driving skill is very good.”

“I didn’t mean that…” White is at a loss.

Looking at Fu Yan riding the car, the direction of riding the bike is on the way with his studio, so is Bai.

Thanks to Fu Yan’s slow speed, he kept up easily.

“Oh, by the way, do you usually go out at this point? I’m not afraid to be late for work. ” Bai also drives slowly.

“Don’t drive away. Don’t talk.” Fu Yandao.

Bai also looked at the front of the car and muttered, “Oh, are you afraid of being late?”

If I’m afraid I’ll be late, I can give it to you. It’s on my way anyway.

Unexpectedly, Fu Yan replied, “I won’t be late.”

Bai also habitually asked: “why?”

“Because I’m my own boss.” Fu Yan said that he would not take the main road, but take the small road instead.

If we continue to talk, his indifference will not hold. That full of dialogue is also like to burst his chest.

After Fu Yan changed his way, Bai’s mobile phone rang. He Bluetooth said: “Hello, yesterday Ya studio, what…”

“Don’t pull, a few days ago you did several wedding house design, the boss gave you two days off, paid leave, oh, I envy you.”

Bai also instinctively looked at the path Fu Yan had just driven to, and he immediately pulled over the car. “Why didn’t you tell me when you left work yesterday?” he asked