The Protagonist Just Wants To Falling In Love - Chap 769
Wen Yao glanced at the man behind him in the rearview mirror, [Hmm… black shirt, I seem to have seen it somewhere. 】
But he has seen a lot of people in black shirts.
It just feels a bit familiar, and a bit… special.
System: […]
The system suddenly discovered that Wen Yao seemed to… not know that the man in the alley that day was Huo Yanxi.
Before the system could say anything, Wen Yao turned to talk about something else, “Let’s play a song to make it more exciting.” ]
System: […Oh. ]
When the car arrived downstairs at the hotel, Wen Yao got out of the car, bent down and thanked the driver inside, then politely said goodbye to Huo Yanxi behind him, and then closed the car door.
He stood on the side of the road and waited for the car to leave. Instead of entering the hotel, he walked elsewhere. His rental house was nearby, very close.
Walking to a sparsely populated area, Wen Yao unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, reached out directly, and took off the wig on his head. It was a bit hot, so he took off the hood and held it in his hand. He fiddled with his hair twice, revealing his smooth forehead. , the corners of his eyebrows suddenly looked frivolous, his hair was messy, casual and unruly.
”Mr. Huo.” The driver suddenly spoke at the traffic light intersection.
Huo Yanxi raised his eyes.
”Well… Master Wen seems to have left something in our car.” The driver said.
On the passenger seat, a wallet fell silently.
”Turn around.” Huo Yanxi said.
When they returned to the hotel, the driver went in to deliver the things and came out soon with his wallet. He told Huo Yanxi that the front desk inside said that no guests had come in just now, let alone a guest named “Wen Yao”.
Huo Yanxi took the wallet and opened it. There were photos on the first mezzanine, belonging to Wen Yao. There were only three hundred yuan in cash in the mezzanine. He didn’t like to touch other people’s privacy. He closed the wallet and turned it around in his hands. twice.
Don’t you want to stay in this hotel?
It was a familiar feeling, the feeling of being tricked.
Wen Yao stayed at Huo Yanxi’s house, and the time to move there was scheduled for Saturday afternoon. That afternoon, Huo Yanxi did not come, so he sent a driver to pick up Wen Yao, and they still met downstairs in the hotel.
Huo Yanxi lived in many places, but the one he took Wen Yao to live in was only one of them.
It’s a small villa.
The small villa has many rooms and a large space. Relatively speaking, the contact between the two can be reduced to a certain extent. After the driver took Wen Yao to the place, he told him which room he lived in.
There are no servants in the villa. Huo Yanxi usually has three meals a day outside, and the house will only be cleaned regularly.
As soon as Wen Yao entered, he felt empty inside.
The sofa and coffee table in the living room were clean, without any trace of life. Wen Yao carried his suitcase upstairs. He lived in the innermost room on the second floor, separated by an insurmountable distance from Huo Yanxi’s master bedroom.
When Huo Yanxi came back that night, Wen Yao was sitting on the sofa, wearing a wig. The wig was very realistic and he had asked someone to buy it.
This part of playing with Huo Yanxi is a small copy in the game of his life. Wen Yao is not tired of his hair yet and is too lazy to go to the barber shop.
For the time being… let’s just briefly play the role of the brother next door.
The brother next door was sitting on the sofa with his legs bent, looking at the ashtray in a certain shopping app on his mobile phone, and discussing with the system which type to buy. Due to the inconsistent aesthetics, a dispute broke out between one person and the system.
There was no light on in the living room. Huo Yanxi turned on the light and saw someone sitting on the sofa. Then he remembered that he had asked the driver to bring Wen Yao here.
Huo Yanxi: “Why don’t you turn on the light?”
Wen Yao turned his head and looked over. Because he was looking at his mobile phone in the dim light, and the light of the mobile phone was adjusted very brightly, the ends of his eyes were red and his expression was lazy. The next moment, his laziness returned. It disappeared as quickly as Huo Yanxi’s illusion.
”Forgot.” Wen Yao said, “Brother Huo, good evening.”
Huo Yanxi paused, “Yeah.”
He went straight up the stairs.
Wen Yao turned off his phone. He originally thought that Huo Yanxi would not come back tonight and planned to go out to play, but now it seems that he
can only go out to play secretly at night.
As soon as this idea came to mind, Huo Yanxi’s voice came from upstairs, “Come to my room later.”
Wen Yao: “How long will it take?”
Huo Yanxi: “…It’s up to you, don’t It’s too late.”
Wen Yao said “OK”.
Wen Yao: [What’s going on? I have to tell you something secretly. ]
System: [The president likes this. ]
Wen Yao pondered, wouldn’t it be a good idea to go empty-handed?
Half an hour later, Wen Yao knocked on Huo Yanxi’s door, but no one answered. He said, “I’m in.”
He held a cup of coffee in his hand and turned the doorknob.
The lights are on inside.
Someone.
Wen Yao walked in directly and scanned around, but saw no one.
Huo Yanxi’s room also had the same simple and cold style as the outside. The floor-to-ceiling windows were tightly closed, there were notebooks on the coffee table, and there was only an awkward magazine thrown on the bedside table.
Wen Yao took a look and when he straightened up, the over-full coffee in the cup suddenly overflowed and dripped on the gray sheets.
Wen Yao: “…”
Huo Yanxi came out of the bathroom in a gray bathrobe after taking a shower. He immediately saw someone in the bedroom with his back to him, taking off his quilt like a hard-working bee. Especially virtuous.
He looked at Wen Yao’s back with drooped eyes.
Wen Yao also heard the footsteps and turned around.
Huo Yanxi: “What are you doing?”
Wen Yao: “I accidentally soiled the quilt. I’ll change it for you.”
Huo Yanxi narrowed his eyes slightly, “What did you do?”
”Then what…” Wen Yao touched his nose, glanced at him and said, “I didn’t mean it.”
