"Surprise." Yaizhen also smiled when he saw him, "You are very handsome today."

It's rare to see Murong Yan wearing formal clothes. Now he suddenly changed his outfit and put all his bangs up. With his height of over 1.8 meters, he looks really impressive. Even compared to those old foxes who have been hanging around in the mall for decades, he looks really impressive.

Don't appear weak.

As expected, a man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle.

"You look so good today." It was also the first time for Murong Yan to see Yaizhen dressed up like this, and his eyes were glued to him.

Yaizhen corrected: "I should say he is really handsome."

Murong Yan immediately complimented him, "Yes, handsome! You are the most handsome today!"

Mother Zhao on the side suppressed the surprise in her eyes, looked at Father Zhao, and then slowly came forward, "...Murong and our Xiaoshi know each other?"

Murong Yan, who was interrupted from his mood, put away his smile and turned to look at Zhao's mother with a somewhat scrutinizing gaze, "I am his roommate. Didn't he tell you when he got home?"

A mother who doesn’t even know her child’s best friends?

Murong Yan was a little dissatisfied, always feeling that his lovely roommate should not be ignored like this.

But he also knew that this was a common problem among all major families nowadays, so Murong Yan tried his best to keep his face down, since she was Yaizhen's mother after all.

"I've been a little busy recently." Mother Zhao smiled awkwardly, her eyes falling on Father Zhao without trace.

Father Zhao understood and quickly stepped forward to calm the atmosphere, "Oh, just in time, we have to welcome guests. Xiao Shi, you and your brother should entertain classmate Murong well."

Zhao Mingshuo stepped forward with a just right smile on his face, like a gentle brother next door, "Murong, there is a game area in the lobby behind, do you want to play for a while?"

Murong Yan frowned, a little impatient, but he was worried that this was Yaizhen's family and didn't want to show it too obviously.

But Murong Yan, who had never cared about facial expression management, was already very obvious in his unwelcoming attitude. Noticing this, Zhao's mother immediately stepped forward and grabbed Zhao Mingshuo, "Mingshuo, let Xiaoshi take his classmates to play.

You follow me to do something."

Zhao Mingshuo opened his mouth, somewhat unwilling to give up this great opportunity. It was not easy to get a network of this level. What should he do now?

With a smile on her face, Zhao's mother grabbed Zhao Mingshuo's palm and squeezed it secretly, "I just want to introduce you to some friends."

Zhao Mingshuo couldn't refuse and could only apologize to Murong Yan: "Then I won't go and let Xiaoshi take you to play."

Watching the two people leave, Zhao Mingshuo couldn't control the expression on his face, and said to Zhao's mother in an almost complaining tone: "It was such a good opportunity just now, why are you holding me back?"

Mother Zhao pulled him and told him to shut up. There are so many people here!

Even if everyone knew very well that Murong Yan had to fawn over him, they couldn't just show it to the public, it would be too ugly.

Leaving Zhao's father to chat with the guests, Zhao's mother dragged him to a deserted place and said, "What I taught you before has gone into the dog's belly? No matter what happens, you have to stay calm!"

Being happy with one's actions and not angry with sex is the way to survive in the shopping mall."

"I know, I know." Zhao Mingshuo suppressed his dissatisfaction, "Then why did you drag me just now? That's the Murong family! Are we going to let him go like this?"

"You idiot! Didn't you see that young master's eyes are glued to Mingshi? What do you think is going on when you go up there? You don't even know him, how embarrassing it is."

Murong Yan's age is not the time to be tactful, and since he was a child, he has seen too much fawning overtly and covertly, and he will never make friends just because of a short time together, so even if he tries to fawn over, he will only do it

It all fell down.

"It's the Zhao family's luck that Murong Yan can be friends with your brother. Let's not rush things too much. It's best to let things take their own course."

Zhao Mingshuo wanted to say something more, but Mother Zhao forcefully suppressed it.

But after thinking about it, Zhao Mingshuo felt that his younger brother's temperament was not a threat. He had slowly taken over the family company, and it was useless even if he used the power of the Murong family to fight for the family property at this time.

Of course, this is just the worst outcome. In fact, although he despises this younger brother, he also knows that he does not have such big ambitions.

From this point of view, it is indeed beneficial and harmless for the younger brother to have a good relationship with the young master of the Murong family, and he does not interfere, and he seems a bit aloof.

After thinking about it, Zhao Mingshuo once again returned to his original state of being as steady as an old dog, chatting skillfully with the elders of Shibo who came and went.

However, at this time, everyone's attention was still focused on the departing Murong Yan, and they were trying to find out overtly and covertly how the Zhao family got involved with the Murong family.

This topic was also discussed in the social gatherings of the ladies here. Mother Zhao straightened her back unconsciously. She felt that what shone most about her today was not the dress or the jewelry she bought at the auction, but her youngest son.

Give her a face!

"What does this mean? My Mingshi is not in the same class as Xiaoyan, but he is also a roommate. After going back and forth, the relationship is getting better. It's all a friendship between classmates. Don't think too much about it."

The woman in a black dress next to her shook the red wine glass in her hand, not even believing a single punctuation mark in Mother Zhao's words.

There are so many people who go to international high schools, but Ouyang Chenshuo is the only one who can be called friends with the kid from the Murong family. That's because of the family relationship between the two families.

As for the others, no one can climb up.

"Speaking of which, Xiaoshi has lost a lot of weight." The woman in black dress asked casually, "When we first met, I almost didn't recognize her. I thought she was the artist you just released."

Mother Zhao covered her mouth and chuckled, "Oh, this kid was a little fat before, but now he is thinner and looks much better. He probably lost weight secretly."

The woman didn't say whether she believed it or not, she just took a sip of red wine and looked far away.

Mother Zhao twitched the corner of her mouth, and there was a bit of sarcasm in her eyes. How old are you, you are used to playing such specious literary and artistic tricks, disgusting!

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have sent her an invitation. It's really unlucky.

"Oh, come on, come on." The lady next to her smoothed things over, "It's rare for us to see each other. Come on, let's have a drink."

The atmosphere here was relaxed. On the other side, Yaizhen knew that Murong Yan didn't like a messy environment, so he didn't take him to the game area and took him directly to his room.

Although Yaizhen doesn't come back to stay often, the aunt at home is not lazy either, and the house is still kept very clean.

Murong Yan sat on Yaizhen's bed and looked at him with bright eyes, "Are you happy that I'm here?"

"I'm so happy." Yaizhen started to take off the slightly tight tie. He didn't know why he asked again.

Murong Yan's eyes fell on the exposed skin on Yaizhen's neck, his eyes flickered, and he said tentatively: "Then I won't leave tonight."

Yaizhen made a move and nodded, "Okay, I'll ask Auntie to clean up a guest room for you later."

"I don't want to sleep in the guest room."

If it's to sleep in the guest room, then he can't sleep anywhere.

"Then what do you want to do?"

Murong Yan's black eyes stared at Yaizhen, looking from his neck to his chin, and along his chin to his mouth. It was red and soft, and Murong Yan always felt as if his mouth was moisturized.

The lipstick looks so tender and moisturizing.

His Adam's apple moved involuntarily, and Murong Yan raised his eyes to meet Yaizhen's eyes. They were clear in black and white, like the purest gems embedded in them, and all his unbearable thoughts were clearly seen in his eyes.

"I just want to... discuss club matters with you."

Yaizhen noticed Murong Yan's gaze that looked like flesh and bones, and couldn't help but lick his canine teeth, "Don't be in a hurry about the club. We can talk about it tomorrow."

Murong Yan's whole body became visibly sluggish. He felt that Yaizhen must have noticed something and was rejecting him tactfully.

"I want to be with you." Murong Yan lowered his eyes, not daring to look at Yaizhen's eyes, for fear of seeing emotions that he didn't want to see in them.

"What are we doing together?" Yaizhen noticed Murong Yan's ruddy ears and soft voice, as if he was tempting the other person to reveal his true thoughts.

"I……"

Looking at Murong Yan who was hesitating, joy filled his eyes. He suddenly thought that the current situation seemed to be very beneficial to him. The simple student Murong didn't seem to have any understanding of this aspect.

Yaizhen came closer to him, raised his foot and inserted it directly between Murong Yan's legs. The distance between the two was very close, and the warm skin transmitted the temperature through the thin layer of fabric.

Murong Yan's pupils dilated, he felt the heat brushing against his legs, and he joined in forcefully.

He didn't know what Yaizi meant, so he could only ask in a roundabout way: "I, you know what I mean, right?"

"What do you mean?" Yaizhen raised his hand and touched his cheek. The skin that was favored by the consciousness of the world was as tender as jade, and the angle of the clear jaw line was just right, with the unique charm of a boy between youth, "It's not that you want to

Talk about the club?”

Murong Yan subconsciously held his breath, as if he was worried that if he breathed heavily, he would scare away the disturbing palms from his face, "I want to talk about something else..."

Yaizhan's palm touched his Adam's apple along his chin, and his fingertips felt the slight beating of the pulse under the skin, "Then let's talk about something else tonight, what you want to talk about."

Murong Yan grabbed Yaizhen's hand and raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes shining, and he could see some kind of tacit approval and affirmation from his actions.

Yaizhen felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by him, but in this situation, retreating would mean losing, "Do you want to play something interesting?"

"What's so interesting?" Murong Yan's heart was beating like a rabbit. He was extremely lucky to come to Yaizhen on a whim today, otherwise he wouldn't have made such significant progress.

Yaizhen bent down, looked into Murong Yan's eyes, moved closer tentatively, and clearly heard his sudden heavy breathing.

Murong Yan was so nervous that he couldn't hear any sounds from the outside world. Unfamiliar emotions surged in his chest, and his fingertips were numb and bouncing nervously.

Yazhi's breath hit his face, "Let's sleep together tonight and I'll hit you. Do you agree?"

Murong Yan stopped breathing and repeated those three words in his mind, sleep together!

"Really sleep together? I mean... sleep together, sleep like a couple?"

Yaizhen can be sure that Murong Yan is an absolute blank slate. Let alone the matter of men and women, he should not understand anything between men.

"Yes, let's sleep together." Yaizhen tilted his head, approached him directly, and placed a kiss on Murong Yan's lips. The soft touch was unfamiliar, but also a bit sweet.

Murong Yan took a breath and pursed his lips subconsciously, trying to retain the touch just now.

"Do you agree? I will make you very comfortable tonight..."

Yaizhen was seducing the male high school student, but Murong Yan didn't pay attention to what he said at all. All his attention fell on Yaizhen's mouth. It looked tender, and indeed it was even tenderer when kissed, like jelly, but still warm.
To be continued...