The night outside the window is alluring.

Jiang is already on pins and needles.

He glanced at Wen Shiqing furtively, thinking that the other party hadn't noticed his gaze, and quietly prepared to look away.

As a result, Wen Shiqing suddenly turned his head to look at him one second before he was about to look away.

The eyes of the two collided in the air.

Jiang has: ...

He was so embarrassed that he shit all over the street.

"Does it look good?" The man's voice was slow.

It's not that Jiang Ji wants to look back, it's not that he doesn't look back.

But whether it looks good or not, he couldn't help but look at Wen Shiqing's face when he heard the words.

His brows are elegant and gentle, a gentleman, like a gentleman, his eyelashes are clear and slender in the dark light, and there seem to be complicated strands in his eyes, entangled, lingering, gentle, and full of the danger of the abyss.

Even so, Jiang Ji has to admit that although this person is dangerous, he still has every aspect of his aesthetics, and he strongly criticizes his heart.

"Good looking." He replied very solemnly.

Facing such a face, he couldn't say anything against his will.

Wen Shiqing was stunned for a moment, amused by his words, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he said cheerfully: "Then you can watch for a while longer."

It was the night when the lights were first on outside the car, and Jiang had let out a sigh of relief, and declined this very tempting request: "It's easy to be unable to extricate yourself after watching for a long time."

Wen Shiqing raised his eyebrows this time and remained silent.

"But thanks to Uncle Wen again this time, let's treat you to dinner another day." Jiang tried to confuse his gratitude this time.

Wen Shiqing groaned, folded his hands in front of his body, and said in a dull voice, "This time I invited you to dinner, what about last time?"

"You can't pay it off in one go, right?" He looked at Jiang Ji with interest.

That way, it is like a hunter is asking his prey a question, and whether the answer is correct or not is all in the hunter's mind.

Jiang Ji pretended to be crazy and foolish: "Ah, that one time won't work, so please do it twice, twice, three times, four times, five times are fine."

Thinking of something, he looked at Wen Shiqing pitifully again: "But my wallet is poor, please be merciful to Uncle Wen."

He made up his mind to cheat.

Anyway, that's the only way he can do it. If he can't pay back favors for a meal, he only has meat.body paid off.

Jiang Ji...Jiang Ji's brain was gradually occupied by yellow waste.

For a moment, he couldn't help but think that a while ago, whenever he opened the comics drawn by Mrs. Painter, Wen Shiqing's face would be substituted by him.

After thinking about it, his hands were itchy again, and he wanted to continue to process a few strokes of the manuscript that had not been completed last time.

"Heh..." Wen Shiqing smiled sullenly: "You have a good idea."

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his hand.

Jiang Ji's neck shrank subconsciously.

Immediately afterwards, a broad and gentle palm fell on top of his head.

Wen Shiqing just let it go lightly, then moved his palm away, the broken glass light was too beautiful in his eyes.

He said: "Who missed your meal."

Jiang Ji's heart skipped a beat, his whole body was not feeling well.

He knew that Wen Shiqing was going to settle accounts with him, but he didn't expect that the calculation was really not a step back.

This really doesn't fit his personality.

Jiang already opened his mouth and looked at him in a daze: "Then Uncle Wen means..."

Wen Shiqing said: "Think about it, I have helped you solve a lot of things, big and small."

"You heartless, why don't you see when we last contacted?" His eyes were mild and his tone was condemned.

Jiang already choked for a moment, if it was nothing serious, he would not take the initiative to find Wen Shiqing.

One is that Wen Shiqing doesn't necessarily want to contact him.

The second is that he subconsciously classifies Wen Shiqing as a dangerous person. Naturally, the farther away the better, why would he take the initiative to approach him.

It's not that he didn't want to hug Wen Shiqing's thigh in the past, but a companion is like a tiger, and he can't guarantee that he won't be swallowed and get out of the way.

"This is not your job, Uncle Wen..." Jiang already racked his brains to struggle.

"I'm not busy with work, but you seem busier than me." Wen Shiqing interrupted him, unusually less gentlemanly.

"Not even a greeting." He suddenly sighed softly, and looked at Jiang Ji resentfully: "Little guy, you are treating me like a tool, just throw it away when you are done using it."

The space in the car became narrow because of his words, Jiang was already restless and his scalp was numb.

These questions and answers made him overwhelmed.

And he was really wrong.

No one is willing to be a tool person.

He should have known earlier.

"So what Uncle Wen means is..." Jiang couldn't figure out what he was thinking, what exactly he wanted.

Wen Shiqing turned his head, eyes deep: "What do you think uncle wants?"

Jiang Ji mumbled, "Uncle wants money?"

Wen Shiqing ignored him.

Jiang already asked and answered: "Oh yes, Uncle Wen is not short of money."

He pretended to think hard: "Then what does Uncle Wen want?"

He frowned, very puzzled.

Wen Shiqing looked at him intently.

Assistant Yang sat in front, looking at his nose, nose, and heart. He felt that Jiang was too stupid. Mr. Wen made it clear that he wanted to...

"Could it be possible that Uncle Wen wants my body?" Jiang Ji's words were startling, and Assistant Yang, who was still slandering just now, coughed in panic.

He almost thought that Jiang had heard his heart.

Wen Shiqing was also shocked in place.

However, his shock was not as obvious as Assistant Yang's, but his eyelids were lifted slightly, and a flash of anger flashed in his eyes, which was fleeting.

Jiang already blinked innocently: "Isn't it?"

He seemed regretful and said, "I thought Uncle Wen liked male high school students like me."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but think of what happened in the box just now.

"After all, Uncle Wen's friend seems to like me very much. I thought I would be Uncle Wen's ideal type."

Although the words in his mouth were unintentional, in fact, he almost punctured the paper on the window.

Those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black, admit the facts, you are just bowing down under the suit pants of the Lord.

Jiang Ji's inner villain laughed wildly with his hands on his hips.

Wen Shiqing frowned helplessly, this time he really raised his hand and tapped him on the head: "I think about something all day long, if I don't learn it well."

He said: "For Lin Zeyu's matter, I apologize to you on his behalf, don't take it to heart."

Jiang Ji groaned, and nodded reluctantly.

The initiative was in his hands almost instantly, and he was happy.

Once the cat is proud, it will inevitably start to curl its tail. Whether it goes up to the sky or not depends on his mood.

Jiang Ji is in a really good mood now.

So, he started talking nonsense.

"Lin Zeyu, uncle, your friend, why did you know that I belong to you after hearing my name?" Jiang Ji leaned in the direction of Wen Shiqing dishonestly, his eyes were piercing, as if he wanted to see through Wen Shiqing.Shi Qing's appearance.

"Does uncle often mention me to him?" He said triumphantly.

With the intention of teasing Wen Shiqing, his eyes fell on the man's face, not missing any changes in his expression.

Sure enough, Wen Shiqing was stunned for a moment, and was caught off guard by his carbine return.

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Chased by my friend's little leather whip qwq, good night, this chapter will leave a red envelope