Two days later, Ethan Jiang's father came back from abroad. Ethan Jiang packed his luggage and went home. When Mr. Jiang went on a business trip, he sent his aunt home for a vacation. The refrigerator was empty. Neither the father nor the son knew how to cook, so they could only order takeout.
While waiting for the takeaway, Mr. Jiang sat in the living room and asked him, "Why do you suddenly want to return to China? Where is your boyfriend? Didn't he come back with you?"
Ethan Jiang was stunned for a second. When he graduated from college, he was still looking for his boyfriend who seemed to have disappeared all over the world. This search lasted for two whole years. He didn't tell the truth to his father, but just lied that he wanted to stay in the United States for another two years.
He waved his hand nonchalantly, "It's over."
"Break up?" President Jiang glanced at him suspiciously, "When did you break up? Weren't you still very much in love with each other a few years ago? Every year at the end of the year, I asked you to come back, but you didn't come back, saying that no one was with your boyfriend to celebrate the New Year."
Ethan Jiang: ...
Ethan Jiang: "That was many years ago. We broke up before I returned to China."
President Jiang nodded. "It's better to break up. You should have broken up earlier. Foreigners are open-minded. They don't like anything else but promiscuous relationships. If you get a disease from him, you'll have a lot to cry about."
Ethan Jiang: ...
Ethan Jiang sensed something unusual in his words, and narrowed his eyes and said, "Boss Jiang, you didn't say that a few years ago. At that time, you kept asking me about his family background and asked me to send you photos."
President Jiang coughed lightly and said in a rough voice: "It's that guy Lao Liang. He knew you were coming back recently and kept asking me about you."
Ethan Jiang said: "Why are you asking about me? There is no girl in their family."
Mr. Jiang: "Yes, I don't have a daughter, but I have a son."
Ethan Jiang: ...
"Let me be clear first, your father asked me to ask you about this matter. Whether you agree or not, I will not interfere with your decision." President Jiang spoke straight to the point.
"Lao Liang's son came out to Lao Liang and his family a few years ago, but he still hasn't found a partner. Lao Liang thought that instead of letting his son find a boyfriend outside, he might as well ask you. Especially in the past two years, our company has been cooperating more and more with Lao Liang's family. If we can become in-laws, we can support each other better."
Ethan Jiang said "oh", not saying yes, but not no either, just said ambiguously: "Then, let's meet first."
The news of Ethan Jiang's return to China quickly spread in the high school group, and his high school friends asked him out to meet. Ethan Jiang happily accepted the invitation and had dinner with several friends he hadn't seen for many years in a hot pot restaurant. The teenagers who laughed and scolded in the classroom, passed answers to each other, and covered for each other in the past are now sitting in front of him in neat clothes and calmly, which makes people sigh.
After the dinner, the young single men went to the bar to continue their party. When Ethan Jiang was in high school, he liked to hang out with the bottom students in his class.
Most of them were students from wealthy families who got in through the back door. Now most of them have inherited their family businesses and are doing well in the circle. They know all the high-end dens of money-losing in the city. Without saying a word, he drove him to Chunxiao Yike.
Chunxiao Yike is the name of the bar. The guests who enter are all rich or noble, and black diamond membership cards are hard to come by. When the group arrived at the bar, there happened to be a masquerade in the bar. Ethan Jiang picked up a mask and put it on his face, and followed them inside.
Dim and ambiguous colored lights interweave and skim over the crowds of people like a dragonfly skimming over water, and the heavily colored masks on their faces fall into their pupils. S3xy and hoarse songs come from all directions, drilling into the ears and heart, and into the pores on the surface of the skin, paralyzing and bewitching the guests' brains and consciousness. The air is filled with the strong smell of strong liquor and the breath of love.
The well-dressed men took a glass of liquor from the tray, and when they turned around to ask, they could no longer find Ethan Jiang in the surging crowd.
Ceng Ge came to meet his business partner. His boss had booked a private room in advance, but when he heard that there was a masked ball today, he decided to change the private room to a booth. The bar manager sent someone to accompany the drinking, and the young men wearing white rabbit masks lined up.
The greasy and wealthy boss said politely, "Please come in first, Mr. Cen."
In the past, Ceng Ge had often flirted with good-looking boys in front of his business partners. He lazily leaned on the sofa and nonchalantly withdrew his gaze, "Let's go with the first one."
The boy who was chosen came over charmingly and sat down on the man's thighs with professionalism. Lucas Cen lifted one leg indifferently, and the man paused slightly, so he could only sit beside him.
The boss opposite asked the young masters to take off their masks, and after carefully looking at their faces, he picked the one he liked. The young master who accompanied the wine sat down, and the boss reached out and hugged him in his arms, touching his delicate skin that was so tender that it made him wet, and then he raised his head to signal the people around Lucas Cen, "Why don't you pour wine for Mr. Cen."
The masked waiter poured the wine obediently, then lifted the glass and put it to Lucas Cen's lips, breathing softly, "Boss Cen, shall I feed you wine?"
Ceng Ge didn't take the glass of wine. Instead, he stretched out two slender fingers, put them on his chin, and smiled softly, "Go and help me book a suite upstairs."
The young host was delighted, quickly put down the wine glass in his hand, stood up and left.
The boss who was having a hot affair with the young master in his arms said something ambiguous: "Boss Cen, you're already attracted to me without even taking off your mask?"
Ceng Ge put down his legs without changing his expression. "Some things can be touched without seeing them."
As soon as he finished speaking, the hostess came back after finishing his work. He was still wearing a black shirt and a white rabbit mask on his face. After he came over, he turned sideways and sat on Lucas Cen's thighs, with his hands obediently around Lucas Cen's neck.
The boss on the opposite side looked over and sized up the person on Lucas Cen's lap from head to toe, and finally landed on the upturned B*tt0cks of the hostess. He smiled meaningfully, "Boss Cen has good taste."
Lucas Cen took advantage of the situation and put his hand on the hostess' waist. His other hand went under his shirt and pinched his thin waist, kneading it gently. While kneading, he chuckled and said, "Your waist is quite soft."
Hearing this, the hostess loosened his hands, bent down to pick up the glass of wine on the table, slightly lifted the mask on his face, put his lips to the edge of the glass, tilted his head back and took a sip of the wine. Then he put down the glass of wine, slightly opened his lips and put them to Lucas Cen's lips, trying to pass the wine to Lucas Cen with his lips.
Ceng Ge frowned unhappily, stretched out his hand and pinched the other's cheek hard, "Did you wash it clean? Your mouth."
The hostess was pinched by him and couldn't move. The red wine in his mouth overflowed from the corner of his lips, flowing down along his fair skin, passing over his taut jaw and beautiful collarbone, and finally into the collar of his shirt.
The boss's eyes followed from the corner of his lips to the collar of his shirt, and finally became blurred and intoxicated, "Mr. Cen doesn't like it? Since you don't like it, why not give it to me?"
Lucas Cen loosened his hand, and also took his other hand off the hostess' waist and placed it on the back of the sofa.
The boss pushed the person in his arms away, narrowed his eyes into a slit, stood up, grabbed the wrist of the hostess, and dragged the man towards him impatiently.
Lucas Cen looked away indifferently, and when he saw someone a few steps away, his amber pupils froze slightly.
The little hostess boy in a black shirt and a white rabbit mask stood there blankly, holding a suite room card in his hand.
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