Yan Haian said, "Brother, what do you want to say?"

"Xiao Jin will go to school in City B the year after next." Yan Haijian's words rolled quickly on the tip of his tongue. "then I'll thank Boss Sun in person."

Yan Haian said, "I see. I'll tell him first."

"Oh." Yan Haijian sighed a long sigh, with a little heavy, "easy to live." Is he with you now? "

"well, and his brother. He and his brother are the only two people in his family." Yan Haian did not say that as long as the large group of relatives were not included, "the population is very simple."

"such a wordy." Yan Haian was silent again, not knowing what he was thinking, and finally sighed, "well, I think you are determined to take this road." In the future, when you are old, Xiao Gi will show filial piety with you. "

After grinding for so many years, Yan Haijian let go for the first time. Yan Haian could not say what it was like, but he was at a loss for a moment.

The two brothers were relatively silent.

bang, bang.

Yan Haian was startled, and countless fireballs in the garden rushed into the sky, exploding into flowers of light over the glass house, blooming and falling, like beautiful creatures that only survived for a moment in the night.

Yan Haijian asked, "what's the matter? What are you doing with your spicy side? "

Yan Haian looked up and reflected a little spark in his eyes: "fireworks."

Sun Yan came over with a wine glass, put on Yan Haian's shoulder and smiled at Sun Ling: "are you still young?" Like this thing? "

Sun Ling said with a smile, "I'll give you a little ng by the way."

Yan Haian put down the phone and beside him was Sun Yan Qi á ng's powerful and scorching body. He raised his head as if he had a connection. Sun Yan looked down at him and saw that their eyes collided under the fireworks in full bloom, like the sea l à ng in the moonlight hitting on the sea l à ng, wave after wave, powerful but gentle.

Sun Yan whispered, "Happy New year, baby."

Yan Haian smiled: "Happy New year."

Everything seems to be in the best dream, there are celebrating fireworks, there are pouring moonlight, there are lovers' whispers, there are kissing lips.

Sun Ling shrugged, waved back, and several waiters retreated quietly. He also turned and walked a few steps, and finally took a glance at Sun Yan and Yan Haian, with a trace of solitude and delight in his eyes, gently put his glass on the table, closed the door, and left the lingering night of l à ng to the kissing lovers.

There is a saying called forgetting friends, which refers to how to choose between friends and lovers. This choice is obviously particularly difficult for Yan Haian.

Sun Yan sat on the sofa with dark clouds: "you say, who do you choose?"

A row of black lines appeared on Yan Haian's head. he wanted to persuade him, but he was so thundered by Sun Yan that he didn't know where to start: "Don't do this, calm down."... "

Sun Yan cried out aggrieved: "it was my birthday!" Why don't you stay with me?!

Is there a man who is celebrating his birthday with so much fanfare? Yan Haian was also drunk: "Let's live in China. I'll stay with you. I can live whatever I want, Mo Yisheng."

This is the last thing Sun Yan can hear right now, and he immediately interrupts: "Don't mention him!"

Yan Haian has nothing to confess.

After the New year, it will be the beginning of the New year, and the Portrait Grand Prix is just around the corner, but it so happens that Sun Yan's birthday is just around the corner. It was probably that Sun Yan had a strong impression of Mo Yisheng's psychology, and Yan Haian dared not mention Mo Yisheng in front of him, so Sun Yan had no idea what competition Mo Yisheng was going to take part in, while Sun Yan planned to surprise Yan Haian and did not tell him to arrange the travel itinerary. As a result, the two of them bumped into each other, and their schedules bumped into each other.

Mo Yisheng was completely selfless when he started painting, and Yan Haian always felt uneasy if he didn't look at him. On the other hand, Sun Yan felt that Yan Haian could not help with this kind of thing. Mo Yisheng painted it himself, so there was no need to delay his birthday and honeymoon.

Yan Haian spoke softly and coaxed like a child, "would you like to go out with you next year?"

However, Sun Yan was so coaxed by him that he no longer liked it: "next year is not this year. I have plans for next year. I have set my schedule. If you say you don't want to go, you won't go."

Every time Yan Haian said a word, he was answered by Sun Yan. In a word, if you want to go, you must go anyway.

Yan Haian also said: "is it my fault?" Why didn't you ask me before you ordered it? Now blame me for the itinerary? "

Sun Yan also burst into flames: "Yes, why don't you arrange it?" But are you free to arrange it? "

Yan Haian was vain because he paid too much attention to Mo Yisheng as the competition approached, but his birthday gift for Sun Yan was also painstaking. Although he knew the schedule collided, he had wanted to take care of it. However, Sun Yan, such a jealous xing, really can not relax.

Sun Yan's posture is simply unreasonable, "who did you save when your mother and I fell into the water?" Yan Haian disagreed with him, broke up in discord, split up and slept in separate rooms.

Sun Yan felt very conscious and went to the guest room by himself. Yan Haian stayed in the master bedroom. The big Chu á ng, 2 meters wide, was very spacious on weekdays. When he slept alone, he felt too big and flustered.

Yan Haian tossed over and over and couldn't sleep, squinting his eyes.

The bedroom door opened in the middle of the night.

Yan Haian lay on his side with his back to the door. He didn't need to confirm that Sun Yan had run back secretly, so he didn't know what kind of demon this guy was going to be.

Sun Yan's eyes fell on him and saw that Yan Haian was on fire, but he pretended to sleep but dared not move, and his body was extremely stiff.

Sun Yan watched for a long time, and finally moved, gently picked up Yan Haian, moved to the guest room, and then relieved to lie on it, hugged and rubbed, and slept.

Yan Haian: "…..."

Familiar body temperature and the smell of men wrapped up, Yan Haian immediately felt sleepy and tired, all the minds are relaxed to the most comfortable state, a moment of carelessness, fell asleep.

The next morning.

Sun Yan asked arrogantly, "what are you running over here for?" Can't sleep alone? "

Yan Haian: "…..."

Sun Ling, your brother is so sick. Have you ever taken him to see a doctor?

Yan Haian felt so tired that he threw a pillow at Sun Yan and fell back to sleep. Sun Yan probably reflected that he was too naive and fell to the side angrily.

He peeked sideways at Yan Haian, where he was like an Alaskan who had made a mistake, peeping into his master's heart Q í ng. Seeing that Yan Haian had no reaction for a long time, he turned around and sadly buried his whole face in the pillow.

Yan Haian opened his eyes and pushed him: "are you going to kill yourself with a pillow?"

Sun Yan was as motionless as a dead body.

Yan Haian was silent for a moment and pounced on his back like a stack.

Sun Yan: "poof."

The weight of adults should not be underestimated. Sun Yan could have breathed slowly through the f è ng gap, and his lungs were squeezed by him.

He got up angrily: "roll."

Yan Haian refused to come down on him: "this has nothing to do with Mo Yisheng. This is my job. I am responsible for my own work." It's the same with a different boss. "

Sun Yan was suspended by him, so he had to sit next to Chu á ng. Yan Haian's breath chu brushed behind his sensitive ear, making him move his ear uncomfortably.

"come on, it's all because you're reasonable, and I'm being unreasonable." Sun Yan mumbled angrily, "if there is one birthday less than one, who knows how many birthdays can be celebrated?"

Yan Haian sat behind him, his cheek pressed against his shoulder: "well, I watched Yi Sheng finish the painting, and then we'll go right away, okay?" You must like the birthday present I gave you. "

As soon as Sun Yan listened, he understood that Yan Haian had started to prepare his birthday present early, and there was less grief and anger to be ignored, and he picked his eyebrows too sideways: "so confident?"

Yan Haian pursed his lips sheepishly by his unkind questioning.

Sun Yan Grunn turned around and hugged him and let Yan Haian sit on his waist. His anger had subsided, and he said with a smile, "then I'll wait. I've agreed to treat myself as a gift. You're already mine."

The author has something to say:

Sun Ling: when it's over, brush your clothes and hide your name.

I saw that several friends said that Xiao Mo and Mr. Sun might be a couple. I originally intended to do so at the beginning of this article, but at the end of the article, I think my eldest brother is too cao-hearted. Sun Dagan's younger brother also stabbed the Milky way in his last life. It is not easy to shove his brother out and pick up a child to go home, right? So I think it's better to give it to him with someone who will spoil him, such as an overbearing president?

Boss Sun: I am a boss myself, ok? Let Wang go bankrupt when it gets cold.

Boss Wang: huh? I thought I heard someone saying they wanted me to go bankrupt? It's so hot, Mr. Sun, I'm afraid you're not out of your mind, are you?

Boss Sun:.

Boss Wang: very well, you succeeded in getting my attention.

Boss Sun:.

Boss Wang: what am I supposed to do with you?

Boss Sun:. [falling script] what a psychopath!

Two bosses in one article are bound to be attacked, ha, but in this way, my brother's cp cannot be written in the text.

Chapter 39 gifts

Mo Yisheng looked intently at the drawing board. Yan Haian walked up behind him and said, "are you done?"

The picture is a daily scene, a person sitting at the dinner table eating, light from the outside she in, about the evening, the light is dim, making the tone of the whole painting heavy. The protagonist in the painting is he Ling. Compared with him in reality, there is a trace of indifference and arrogance between his eyebrows. He thoughtfully put his hand on the knife and did not pick it up, as if touching him, which inexplicably makes people feel nervous.