After My Ex-Boyfriend’s White Moonlight Proposed to Me

chapter Five

Xie Ning followed the man step by step and kept thinking about a question along the way.

Why on earth would he agree to follow this Mr. Blue Whale home?

Ten minutes later, the two stopped in front of a gate of the lakeside villa.

Zhuang Yan glanced back when looking for the key.

Mr. Rabbit lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly. He could only see the two fluffy **** on the hat dangling, which was very cute.

He didn't expect to abduct people home so easily.

This person looked innocent and harmless, and he was not very vigilant. At most, the two of them had met both sides, and there was no sense of prevention at all.

Zhuang Yan didn't know whether to be happy or to sigh, and finally asked, "You don't even know my name, and you come home with me so easily. Are you afraid that I will be unruly towards you?"

"Huh?" Xie Ning was taken aback for a moment, and then asked, "Are you unruly toward me?"

Zhuang Yan choked: "I'm just a metaphor."

But in a certain way, Zhuang Yan felt that he was indeed unruly towards him.

In the beginning, it was because of his appearance, that he was perfectly pricked in every place, making him feel heartbeat.

Men are all visual animals. The so-called love at first sight is not because the other person happens to be the type you like?

And this Mr. Rabbit has a very interesting temperament.

Every sentence by the lake poked into his heart, and the more he looked at the other party, the more satisfied he became.

It's a match made in heaven with him!

Xie Ning looked up at the tall door and said, "When we first met, the cufflinks on your clothes cost 20p; I don’t remember which one from Arpels, but the price will not be less than 200W. Your trench coat..."

Zhuang Yan looked at him in time: "Which brand of my windbreaker?"

Xie Ning shook his head: "It's not a brand. The fabric and design should be made to order... If you say that you have a bad heart, it should be someone else's bad heart."

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Your eyes are quite sharp."

Xie Ning also said: "This is a lakeside villa. Those who can live here are either rich or expensive. They should not be able to surrender their status."

Zhuang Yanding looked at him for a while: "Knowing people, knowing the face and not knowing the heart, maybe some people are abnormal."

Xie Ning wondered: "I haven't seen myself saying that I am abnormal."

Zhuang Yan: "..."

"Moreover," Xie Ning pointed to a villa behind, "I happen to live behind your house. The security here is very good, and there are surveillance on the road. If something happens to me, the police will come to investigate you the next day. Happening."

Zhuang Yan opened the door and smiled: "So you are not as stupid as I thought."

"..." Xie Ning whispered, "I'm not stupid."

Zhuang Yan laughed at him: "It's not stupid to run to the lake to sketch on a cold day."

Xie Ning wanted to refute but didn't know what to say. Thinking about it, it seemed really stupid. He regretted being blown so by the wind after he went out.

The reason is probably-idle.

Zhuang Yan saw him pursing his mouth and didn't say anything. While thinking about how cute this look was, he couldn't help but want to tease him.

"What a daze." Fearing to scare people away, he finally held back, with a smile in his tone, "I'm not stupid now, I'll be really stupid later."

Xie Ning has nothing to say.

This man also looks like a popular male god, so how can he say so much?

After entering the door, it was indeed warmer, and the frozen body slowly regained consciousness.

A middle-aged woman walked out of the kitchen, dressed in average, she should be the servant of this house.

"Mr. is back?" The middle-aged woman was also stunned when she saw Zhuang Yan with a person behind her. "There are guests, it's windy outside, come in quickly."

Zhuang Yan changed his shoes, then bent over and found a pair of cotton slippers from the shoe cabinet and threw it to Xie Ning. He turned to the middle-aged woman and said, "Aunt Chen, do you have **** soup?"

Aunt Chen hurriedly said: "Yes! I prepared it specially for you. I will pour you two glasses."

Xie Ning changed his shoes. These cotton slippers were of good quality and kept warm.

He entered the room with a cold wind, thought for a while, took off the plush hat and gloves from his head, and put them on the cabinet of the mysterious door.

It's somewhat impolite to enter the house wearing a hat and gloves.

Zhuang Yan took Xie Ning to the sofa, stuffed the **** soup into his hand, glanced at the tip of his ear, and saw a hint of redness with satisfaction: "Drink more, don't catch a cold."

Xie Ning was a little confused. But the **** soup that I started with was steaming, and holding the cup with both hands was like a hand warmer.

Even if you don't drink it, it warms your hands.

Zhuang Yan got up and walked upstairs: "I'll change my clothes first, wait a minute."

Xie Ning looked at the living room.

The decoration is completely different from his home, but everything is exquisite and stylish. There is a bar-like table near the kitchen wall with several goblets on it.

On the other side of the open space, there are some boxes stacked, and the things next to them look like shooting equipment.

Xie Ning doesn't have much research on camera, but he can distinguish the difference between professional cameras and ordinary cameras.

He thought: So this Mr. Blue Whale is a professional photographer?

No wonder he pays attention to "Monologue".

The lens, angle and composition of "Monologue" are all very reference significance.

Aunt Chen was afraid that he would be uncomfortable alone in the living room, noticed his gaze, and explained: "These were brought back by the husband when he returned to China. Before he had time to organize them, I was afraid that we would accidentally damage them. Here it is."

"That's it." Xie Ning nodded obediently.

Aunt Chen asked again: "Are you a friend of your husband?"

This question made Xie Ning stunned for a moment, and then began to think.

Are they friends?

In terms of the number of times, the two met only twice, and they were not considered "friends."

But he was sitting in his house, and in terms of degree, he could be called a friend.

He hesitated for a few seconds, Aunt Chen hurriedly said, "I'm not asking about anything. It's just that my husband has been back in China for so long. This is the first time I have seen him bring someone back."

Xie Ning nodded with difficulty: "For... a friend, right?"

He said these words inexplicably and vaguely, afraid that Aunt Chen would ask more, so he quickly changed the subject and said: "Your husband just returned to China?"

"Yes." Aunt Chen nodded, "I just came back soon."

No wonder he will have all of Zhuang Yan's movies, some of which are not available in China and can only be bought abroad.

Xie Ning took a sip of the **** soup and didn't know how Aunt Chen made it. The taste was not as strong as expected: "It's delicious."

Aunt Chen laughed when he heard him boast so much: "My husband has a picky taste, but he doesn't drink it if it is too strong. I studied it for several days before satisfying him."

Then he said: "Drink more if you like, there is still in the kitchen."

Xie Ning nodded, the coldness all over his body was dissipated by the bowl of **** soup.

He felt that he was alive again!

After chatting with Aunt Chen, Zhuang Yan changed his clothes and went down.

He took off his trench coat and changed into a set of home clothes. It looks casual and casual, but the collocation is extremely novel, which makes Xie Ning's eyes bright.

Even for home clothes, this person's clothes are quite good, and they are aesthetically online.

He took off the windbreaker, giving Xie Ning a much less oppressive feeling, although his scalp numb when he looked over with a smile.

But it will not be easily stimulated to make the legs weak.

Xie Ning quietly let out a sigh of relief.

Zhuang Yan waited for him to finish drinking the **** soup before leading him to leave: "Go, go to the screening room."

Xie Ning's house also has a separate screening room, but compared with Zhuang Yan's house, the gap is clear.

His home is top-notch projection equipment, and the picture quality and sound quality are higher than Shainin's.

Xie Ning sighed with emotion: It is indeed professional.

Zhuang Yan took out a disc and asked him, "Have you ever seen "Paranois"?"

Xie Ning said: "I have seen it."

Zhuang Yan was stunned, then took out another one: "When Fake is Real?"

Xie Ning hesitated for a moment, and told the truth: "I've seen it too."

Zhuang Yan smiled. He looked at Xie Ning and raised his eyebrows: "You have seen quite a lot."

Xie Ning pursed her lips.

Zhuang Yan lowered his head and turned it over for a while: "You probably haven't read this "The Love Letter of No Such Person"."

"Well, I haven't seen it."

Xie Ning did not read "A Love Letter to No Such Person", but he had heard of it.

This should be Zhuang Yan's most well-known film, and the public has a very high evaluation of this film-of course, compared with Zhuang Yan's other films.

Xie Ning has always been curious about "No Love Letter from This Person", but unfortunately it is not available in China.

Look at the name, it should be a story that is more romantic.

Romance?

Xie Ning glanced in Zhuang Yan's direction.

Two big men watching romance movies...it's kind of weird.

Zhuang Yan leaned on the sofa, his posture was natural, his hands were emptied, revealing a casual taste.

He saw Xie Ning's gaze, but didn't understand Xie Ning's meaning. After thinking about it, he reached for a pillow and threw it over.

Xie Ning:?

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows lightly: "Hold it for you."

Xie Ning: "...thank you."

The pillow was very soft, it was a simple square, Xie Ning hugged it on his chest, how strange it was.

He was originally dressed thickly, and took another pillow, feeling a little breathless from the pressure on his chest.

He couldn't help but move his leg, wanting to change his posture.

He sat close to Zhuang Yan. It was okay for him not to move, and his movements were slightly larger, and he inadvertently brushed Zhuang Yan's thigh.

The heat rose up like sparks.

Xie Ning stiffened for a moment, and quickly sat down.

The projection room was already dim, and only the light from the big screen came over, and a thin layer of light and shadow appeared on the two of them.

Xie Ning is gay, watching romance movies with a man in such an environment, and having physical contact through his pants...

He felt very uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the movie opened soon, which dispelled the embarrassment in his heart.

"A Love Letter to No Such Person" is a slightly suspenseful romance film.

The heroine is a writer. I met a travel enthusiast named Fancy on the Internet. The two have similar interests and have a very pleasant chat.

Fancy often takes photos from various places and sends them to the heroine, and the heroine will tell him various interesting stories.

The two gradually fell in love.

One day, the heroine received a love letter from Fancy with a photo of Fancy at his door.

The heroine finds that Fancy is in the same city with him!

This discovery made the heroine so excited, she couldn't wait to see Fancy.

However, when she looked for the address on the mailbox, she found that it was a wasteland and no one inhabited.

Someone told her: This place was torn down six months ago, and there is no such person as Fancy.

...

Xie Ning watched the movie in English with no Chinese subtitles.

Looking at it, he couldn't concentrate.

The darker the light, the more he could feel it, and there was a gaze next to it, looking over it unscrupulously, and falling on his face.

Don't watch a good movie! What is he doing!

Xie Ning's hand on the pillow tightened.

Zhuang Yan looked at Xie Ning through the faint light on the screen.

From his perspective, you can just see Xie Ning's profile face. His bones are very good, the smooth curve is like a painting, and half of his face is not as big as a palm.

His eyebrows are not thick, and the ends are blocked by the hanging hair. People can't help but want to pull the strand of hair away. His eyelashes are longer than ordinary people, blinking like an elf. The eyes are big and bright, like Wang Qingquan, clear and sweet.

With the development of the plot of the movie, the light changed tones and shades on his face, projecting thousands of styles.

Zhuang Yan found that there was a small dimple on his face.

It's shallow, you can't find it without looking carefully.

Very cute.

Every angle of Xie Ning made him feel perfect.

It seems that God has specially created the appearance for his preferences.

Xie Ning finally couldn't help it, and turned his head to look at him: "Why are you staring at me?"

The tone was faintly irritated.

Zhuang Yan raised his mouth: "I have watched this movie. I am not interested in watching it again. I can only watch you."

Xie Ning bit her lip: "You haven't seen me before."

This action is more like a rabbit, Zhuang Yan thought.

"I haven't seen enough. You were born so good-looking. It's not normal for me to see more."

Xie Ning: "...Thank you for the compliment?"

Zhuang Yan smiled and said, "No thanks."

Xie Ning: "..." I'm not really thanking you, okay.

Xie Ning didn't bother to talk to him, turned his head and continued to look at the big screen.

In the movie, the hero and heroine finally meet, hug each other and kiss passionately.

Thinking of the next plot, Zhuang Yan laughed.

Scenes change, the hero and heroine stumbles into the door, and falls onto the bed while kissing.

Xie Ning: "!!!"

Suddenly, it went dark.

A pair of generous hands covered his eyes, followed by a breath pressing closer, and a low voice sounded above his head: "Minors are not allowed to watch."

Xie Ning: "..."

Zhuang Yan leaned too close, the feeling of pressure made his body soft, and then stiffer.

His expression became strange in an instant.

Forbid a hammer! He has been an adult for a long time!