He was a very beautiful boy with white skin and delicate facial features. He had a small hair tied behind his head. He had light makeup carefully decorated on his face. He was dressed very fashionable. He was carefully carved from head to toe. He looked a little feminine, but there was a stubbornness between his eyebrows and eyes, and he looked dazzling when he smiled.

He jumped up and down to give love outside the window, then turned around and ran towards the door.

Li Shuo couldn't help laughing.

This is Wen Xiaohui, a famous domestic stylist. But when the two met, he was only in his twenties and had just started his business. Wen Xiaohui was still an apprentice in the studio. The two had an ambiguous relationship, but in the end they died of a madman who could compete with Shao Qun. However, for so many years, the two have been good friends.

"Brother Li!" Wen Xiaohui ran over happily.

Li Shuo stood up, spread his arms with a smile, Wen Xiaohui rushed into his arms and laughed, "I miss you so much, do you miss me?"

Li Shuo smiled and said, "Of course I thought about it, why are you missing for a while? You are getting smaller and smaller as you grow older?"

Wen Xiaohui said "tsk": "The older I grow, the younger I am, what's the younger I grow, and where am I?"

Li Shuo chuckled, "Okay, the older you grow, the younger you get." Wen Xiaohui was a little older than Zhao Jinxin, but looked much younger than Zhao Jinxin, and looked like a student.

Wen Xiaohui touched his face and said proudly: "I have always had 16-year-old skin."

Li Shuo rubbed his head: "Yes, it hasn't changed for so many years."

Wen Xiaohui was praised happily, raised his hand and called a glass of wine.

Li Shuo handed him the gift box: "I came here in a hurry today, I hope you like it."

"Wow." Wen Xiaohui opened it and said happily, "Thank you, Brother Li, you are really the perfect boyfriend with no blind spots in 360 degrees." He flew to Li Shuo several times across the air.

"Oh, is that right? Then why did you confiscate me at that time?" Li Shuo deliberately teased him.

"Hey, I'm blaming me for being blind at the beginning." Wen Xiaohui blinked, "I've brought you a gift, too."

"What gift?"

"Ahem, who, Luo Yi was so...you're welcome, I apologized for him. I took a bunch of wine from his cellar, all of which were in my back box, and I will give it to you later."

Li Shuo laughed: "Okay, this gift is good."

Wen Xiaohui put away his laughter, looked at him gratefully, and said sincerely: "Brother Li, thank you, thank you for all the things and all the help over the years."

Li Shuo smiled and said, "As long as you are fine."

"By the way, how is Cheng Xiu? Have you seen him?"

Speaking of Li Chengxiu, Li Shuo was still a little heavy: "He... Shao Qun used some despicable means, and the two of them might not be entangled in the future."

Wen Xiaohui sighed: "It's all fate." He didn't know what he remembered, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, and he sighed, "Sometimes he tried his best to change something, but in the end he found that it might be destined, and everything was in vain."

Li Shuo shook his head: "For a while, I was very confused and often remembered the feelings you analyzed about me. You said that I was not devoted enough and not sincere enough. Although I heard it at that time, I didn't understand it very much. Now I probably understand it. Whether it is Shao Qun's feelings for Cheng Xiu or Luo Yi's feelings for you, they are very intense and profound. However, such feelings are a double-edged sword, full of madness and paranoia. Why did I lose to such an irrational feeling? I..." At the end of his speech, he smiled self-deprecatingly: "I just can't understand why I can't handle emotional problems calmly and peacefully, and insist on making a mess."

Li Shuo knocked on his head and cursed with a smile: "Little unreasonable." He took back his cell phone.

"But it doesn't match your usual taste." Wen Xiaohui pointed at himself, "Don't you like sissy-like people like Cheng Xiu and me?"

Li Shuo coughed lightly, not wanting to talk more: "Change your taste occasionally."

A trace of cunning flashed in Wen Xiaohui's eyes, and he said meaningfully: "I understand." He made a "OK" gesture, "It's pretty good."

Li Shuo knew what Wen Xiaohui was thinking. Wen Xiaohui might have regarded Zhao Jinxin as a duck. After all, this photo was so sexy. Even if he was not a duck, he would say half-cover it, and no matter how he looked, he looked like a friend of the cannon.

In fact, the two of them have such a relationship, and he is self-indulgent.

Wen Xiaohui also didn't ask any questions in a tacit understanding. The two chatted about other things, about the past and the present, and unknowingly, they drank a lot.

Wen Xiaohui couldn't hold on anymore, so he asked the driver to pick him up.

Li Shuo originally wanted to pay the bill, but looking at the leftover wine on the table and looking at the empty position opposite, it seemed as if he suddenly woke up and realized that he was alone, so he was possessed and started drinking one cup after another.

Every time the spicy wine enters the throat and washes the bitter tongue coating, it gives him a sense of pleasure of fighting poison with poison. I don’t know how much wine to drink to overcome the bitterness in my heart.

As he drank, he began to feel headache and dizzy, and his body seemed to be a little hot. Gradually, he was so tired that he couldn't even hold up the wine glass, and he began to feel drowsy again.

The waiter came over and was talking to him, but he couldn't understand what the other party was saying. He realized that he had drunk too much, maybe he had a cold but was drunk very quickly. After he left school, he had never been drunk in public. That was too out of place. What happened to him today? He didn't want to lose his composure.

He felt that he was being helped up, put it on the soft sofa, and then lost consciousness.

Until a pair of powerful arms raised his body, a sigh came from his ear. The sound was very familiar, so familiar that it made his nose sore, and he had the urge to cry.

He opened a gap in his eyes in vain and met a pair of eyes that could not see their thoughts.

Zhao Jinxin?

No, it's an illusion.

After all, my mind is full of one person, and it is not surprising that I have hallucinations.
Chapter completed!