Baby’s Breath - Chapter 65

Cheng Yu has never felt this way before. If the process of drumming can bring him a peak experience of selflessness, being embraced by someone he likes is another peak. He has never liked someone so much when he grows up. +++ Popular Tanmei Novels: www.mtlnovel.com

Cheng Yu pretended to be calm and opened the lock: “Do you still want to hug?”

“Don’t you want me to hold it?”

“I mean, do you want me to hold you in?”

“Where to go.”

“…(Bed chuang) on.”

Xue Youka is obviously half-dream and half-awake, but she also knows who is talking to herself: “Am I not heavy? And your heart is not…I am worried that you are sick.”

The smile on Cheng Yu’s face solidified.

“Xue Mimi, I am going to lose your messenger bag.”

He even allowed the dynamic zone to stay on his body for more than ten minutes, which was already his maximum tolerance.

Xue Youka finally became sober a bit and began to apologize: “Don’t be angry, don’t be angry, angry is not good for (shen).”

Cheng Yu was still angry: “I (shen) is in good health!”

He (qiang qiang) tuned: “I can hold you two more, what are you!”

Until after entering the door, he was still cursing, (强qiang) adjusting his body (shen) was no problem, and let Xue Youka (touch Mo) his own muscles (肉rou).

Xue Youka was very sleepy, but he woke up and had to cooperate (touch Mo) a few times, and at the same time exclaimed: “Wow!”

Cheng Yu took off his tuo: “Look at my back!”

“Wow!” He is not completely perfunctory, Cheng Yu’s figure is really worthy of a “wow” sigh.

Cheng Yu’s vanity was greatly satisfied, but soon he stopped laughing.

Xue Youka’s hand was on his back and waist (touching Mo) for several times. His hand was different from his own hand holding the drumstick. The palm of his hand was very soft, and Cheng Yu slowly began to feel a little bit. , Stopped unnaturally: “It’s alright, don’t (touch Mo).”

It was the same in the car just now, and Cheng Yu also squinted for a while during the middle of the journey, perhaps even having an unusual dream.

Now he was stunned and provoked.

While Xue Youka was washing, Cheng Yu was taking a cold shower. Then he took out the dress for the interview and hung it up, put on Cheng Yu’s (sleeping Shui) clothes, set an alarm, and then lay on one side (bed chuang) and asked (washing xi) Cheng Yu who took a bath: “I set the alarm at 7:20, will it wake you up tomorrow?”

Cheng Yu heard his voice after turning off the water: “I (Shui Shui) thinks I can wear earplugs.”

“Then I will lower the alarm sound.” Xue Youka lay on the soft pillow: “I have been on your leg (sleeping in Shui) for four hours. Is your leg numb?”

“No, you continue (sleeping Shui).”

Cheng Yu continued to take a cold shower.

It is a good thing to let the lover (sleeping Shui) on the lap, but it is also a mistake. It is also a good thing to let the subject feel his body, but it is not so beautiful during Plato’s implementation.

Cheng Yu had never thought about it before, but after falling in love, he had to rely on himself.

If you ask the master this question, you will be ridiculed.

Xue Youka was stunned, feeling that it took him a long time to come out.

For the interview at 9 o’clock in the morning, Xue Youka planned to arrive before 9 o’clock. Taking into account the morning peak, it would be 8 o’clock to leave the house.

Unexpectedly, when I woke up, there was no one on the (bed chuang) next to him. Cheng Yu was already neatly dressed and drinking coffee in the summer facing the blinds.

“Wake up?” Cheng Yu looked at him.

Bunches of morning light through the blinds fell on him.

Xue Youka hadn’t (sleeping in Shui) yet to wake up, and her voice was a little sleepy: “Why did you get up so early.”

“Come here, go to the interview after breakfast.” Cheng Yu doesn’t know how to cook breakfast. Breakfast is delivered, one drawer of shrimp dumplings, one drawer of fried buns, soy milk, juice, cow (milk Nai), fruit, Everything.

“I’ll iron the clothes first. Do you have an ironing machine here?”

“It’s ironed.” Cheng Yu pointed to the three-piece summer set hanging next to it, with a flat fabric exuding a haute couture atmosphere.

He sent a message early in the morning, and people came to pick it up at six o’clock to iron the clothes.

“Did you iron it?” Xue Youka was a little surprised.

“Otherwise?” He spends money = he manages it, nothing wrong.

“How about breakfast? Don’t you know how to cook.”

“Takeaway for breakfast, eat quickly.”

In addition to the previous fitting, this is his first formal wear.

Lin Shimao’s figure is slightly taller than him, and his shoulder width is wider than him. Generally speaking, it fits better than what he bought online. This is a low-key and formal three-piece suit with a thin white poplin shirt and black ( Color) Two-button suit jacket, crisp suit pants, plus footwear.

Xue Youka changed his clothes, combed his hair, and remembered his tie: “Oh, my tie was left in the dormitory.”

“I have it there.” Cheng Yu walked into the cloakroom. He wore formal attire only a few times, and many of them hadn’t worn it. If it weren’t for the difference between his body and Xue Youka’s body, it would be impossible to let him wear it. Lin Shimao’s clothes went to the interview.

“Do you wear a tie?”

“Yes…” He took the tie and put it under the shirt collar, knotting it unskillfully.

“Clumsy hands.” Cheng Yu stretched out his fingers and slowly tied a knot on his neckline in a movement that was less proficient than Xue Youka. The tie was tied very high, just under his throat.

Cheng Yu’s gaze swept across his slender neck and smooth jaw.

A baby-faced boy who usually wears an elderly polo shirt suddenly wears Lin Shimao’s haute couture. Even if he doesn’t fit so well, his temperament is lifted a lot, as if he has unlocked another face. The change is huge.

“…What’s so good-looking (gan gan) for interviews?”

“Isn’t the interview just going to be formal.” Xue Youka didn’t understand either. After all, it was the first time. Naturally, the more formal the better.

Cheng Yu frowned: “When you see me, you will be moved? Where did you find the kind of bag?”

“I brought it from home…” He also likes to carry it on his back because it can be installed and the quality is good.

He has a total of three bags, a school bag, a messenger bag, and a smaller (chest xiong) bag that can only hold mobile phones and cards.

“Don’t memorize it anymore.”

Xue Youka nodded obediently, without trying to challenge the aesthetics of Cool Guy.

He was sent to the interview company. Cheng Yu circled around and finally found a parking space. Xue Youka was queuing for an interview. Most of the interviews with him were graduate students, such as China Commercial Securities. The big companies like “Good Debt Financing Bank” never lack talents.

His academic qualifications are not enough to see here. There are a lot of B-B and T-Masters who are competing with him, and there are more overseas backgrounds, Columbia University undergraduates, and so on.

“Cheng Yu, you go back first, I have to line up for the interview. I don’t know when it will end.” He sent a message.

“It’s okay.” Cheng Yu went to the nearby mall to pick him a new backpack.

At eleven o’clock, Xue Youka finally entered the interview office and made a self-introduction.

“Eighteen years old, a freshman student? Three years of stock trading experience???”

“Yes, hello.”

Xue Youka sat right across from the four interviewers, not knowing which one was hr.

The interview is more regular. I have prepared a few questions in advance, including the question of keeping up with current events, and I have been answered fluently. I even asked an investment question at the end and answered it.

But he has no experience, no background in business competitions, and his freshman year is very disadvantaged.

Xue Youka didn’t know whether he passed or not, and was sent away by a “waiting for notice”.

“Have you ever?”

He saw Cheng Yu sitting downstairs waiting for him.

“It’s not clear yet.” One morning, he was sitting outside to death. The interviewers next to each other inquired about their academic qualifications and discriminated against their academic qualifications. Even those who graduated from the university would discriminate against the graduate students in economics and management.

“Hope is slim…” After all, he is only eighteen years old. He said that he had three years of experience in stock trading, and he obviously couldn’t win the trust of people.

Cheng Yu couldn’t see his aggrieved face, rubbed his head and coaxed: “Don’t cry, you will pass it.”

“I have several more to meet this week, can I always meet one?”

People from the securities company came and went, Xue Youka caught a glimpse of someone watching, and there were still a few students who had just interviewed him upstairs at the same time! Slightly uncomfortable, he avoided.

Cheng Yu’s hand stopped in the air, he paused for a while, and slowly fell down, as if a little unhappy, and said, “I bought you clothes and sent them to my house. Do you have a class in the afternoon? Come and try it at night. , You can go back if it is inappropriate. Let’s go, go to lunch.”

“Why are you buying me clothes again?”

Although Cheng Yu made a cover-up, Xue Youka still saw it. He was upset.

“Have I bought it for you before?” Cheng Yu asked.

Xue Youka went to the back and pulled his clothes: “That jacket…I know you bought it, not what you didn’t wear.”

Cheng Yu didn’t throw him away either, turned his head a little, and changed the subject: “There is a snack street on the first floor of the mall. There are stinky tofu you like. Do you want to eat it?”

“Forget it.” He was afraid of getting Mao’s clothes. Although he still had to wash it (dry gan), there were still a few interviews in a few days, so he had to wear this one.

“Do you like roasting (肉rou)?” Cheng Yu just saw a Japanese-style roast (肉rou) upstairs, “Go eat that?”

He nodded.

Entering the elevator, no one happened to be inside.

Xue Youka then whispered: “Are you angry?”

Cheng Yu puts both hands in his trouser pockets and vents his nostrils: “Huh.”

Xue Youka leaned over, reached into his trouser pocket, and clasped his palm: “You have to like (touch Mo) my head, and you will let you (touch Mo) in the car later, but don’t give it to me ( I’m touching Mo), I still have class in the afternoon.”

At this time, the elevator door suddenly opened on the fourth floor.

It turned out that someone came in, and there were a lot of them. Cheng Yu thought he would definitely pull his hand back soon. He didn’t expect Xue Youka to do a hand pull, but in the end he didn’t pull his palm out. Instead, he pulled his hand closer. Hold yourself.