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Wen Xiaohui struggled to squeeze back onto the dance floor and walked through the crowd to get closer to the back figure.

The man waved and said something to the bartender. The bartender took out a bottle of wine from the cabinet. He reached out to take it. His slender fingers looked particularly white and clean in the dark and messy bar. He looked at the face of this figure from behind.

I simply couldn’t wait to see it.

After finally squeezing his way to that person, Wen Xiaohui was just about to pretend to be casual and walk over to ask for a glass of wine. The dancing buddy behind him got excited and bumped his back with his elbow. He jumped forward with an "ah" sound and hit him hard.

On that back view.

Hearing only a muffled groan, Wen Xiaohui recalled it in that flash of lightning. Unfortunately, he kissed the back of her head.

"Hey, I'm sorry, sorry." The buddy who elbowed him turned around and apologized.

Just as Wen Xiaohui was about to get up, the owner of the figure turned around.

Wen Xiaohui suddenly took a breath.

I--fucking handsome! Wen Xiaohui roared in his heart.

He was a young man in his twenties, with deep and handsome features, a mature and elegant temperament, and thick black hair. A simple polo shirt could not cover his bulging chest muscles.

"Yes, I'm sorry." Wen Xiaohui felt that his little heart was beating wildly, and his face felt a little hot.

The man smiled gently: "It's okay, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Wen Xiaohui tried his best to think of how to answer.

The man nodded, turned around, and continued talking to the bartender about the bottle of wine.

As soon as Wen Xiaohui opened his mouth, he was left in the air in embarrassment. He was a little depressed and thought, maybe he is a straight man? After all, this is not a gay place. But he really didn't give up. He drank the emboldened wine and thought about today.

The "blind date" was disappointed, and inexplicably a strong desire to get to know this man arose.

He coughed lightly and sat next to the man: "I'm sorry, I hurt you a lot. I'll buy you a drink to make amends."

The man smiled: "You're too polite, it'll be okay."

"Let's have a drink." Wen Xiaohui looked into his eyes, a little shy, because this man's eyes seemed to see through his little thoughts at once.

The man raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Okay, thank you." He ordered a glass of wine, and Wen Xiaohui also ordered one.

Wen Xiaohui held the wine glass and felt a little nervous because it was the first time he met a man who fit his ideals so well. He was handsome, mature, tasteful, and in good shape. It was amazing!

The man held up the cup and motioned for Wen Xiaohui to touch one.

Wen Xiaohui hurriedly picked up the wine glass and touched it lightly. The two of them looked at each other and smiled. Wen Xiaohui felt like he was getting drunk.

"Did you come alone?" the man asked, his voice was low and magnetic, which made people feel comfortable.

Wen Xiaohui's head was so intoxicated that he nodded, and then immediately realized: "No, there are still a bunch of friends." After saying that, he regretted it. How could a person as sharp-tongued as him be so slow to react to beauty?

Saying this, doesn't it seem that his intention to strike up a conversation is too obvious.

"Oh, the atmosphere here is pretty good. Sometimes I come here to sit down when I'm tired from work."

"Why don't you go clean the bar when you're tired from work? Why don't you come to such a noisy place?"

The man raised his chin toward the bartender: "He's my friend."

The bartender smiled.

Wen Xiaohui also smiled, and then racked his brains to think of how to continue the topic. Although he was outgoing, this was the first time in his life that he had struck up a conversation with someone. Who told him he was good-looking? Others had taken the initiative before.

He was hoping that this handsome guy from the back would take the initiative, but he was just polite and continued chatting with his bartender friend. Wen Xiaohui was very disappointed. This guy was either straight or he didn't like him.

, but why does he just feel that this person is the same kind?

Wen Xiaohui pondered for a while, turned around and secretly took out the mirror, looked at his face, wiped the slightly smudged eyeliner, and added a little lipstick, then turned around again, revealing that he had practiced in front of the mirror many times.

The most beautiful smile: "Handsome guy, my name is Adi, how should I call you?"

"Oh, my name is Li Shuo, Li from Dawn, Shuo from Shuo Yue." He still smiled politely.

"Your accent is very interesting. Are you from Hong Kong?"

"No, I'm Chinese-American." Li Shuo said with a smile, "I went to the United States when I was eight years old. I think my Mandarin is pretty standard?"

"Haha, it's very standard, but the accent is different."

The bartender showed an "I understand" expression and moved to the other side of the circular bar very wisely, leaving the space for the two of them to be alone.

Li Shuo looked at his back and smiled helplessly.

The two chatted for a few innocuous words. Because the bar was very noisy, Wen Xiaohui deliberately leaned close to Li Shuo to talk. His big bright eyes blinked so hard that he almost cramped. Li Shuo was always polite to him, and he became more and more depressed.

, my self-confidence has almost been hit to the bottom.

At this time, Luo Rui came over to find Wen Xiaohui after going to the toilet. When he saw Li Shuo, his eyes lit up. Wen Xiaohui really couldn't stay any longer, but he was unwilling to do so, so he mustered up the courage to ask for Li Shuo's phone number.

Li Shuo exchanged phone calls with him in a very gentlemanly manner, but that kind of gentleman with an obvious sense of alienation was really frustrating.

After the two left the bar, they did not go back to the booth, but went outside to get some fresh air. As soon as they walked out of the noisy bar, Luo Rui asked eagerly: "How is it, how is it!"

Wen Xiaohui pouted: "Either he is a straight man, or he doesn't like me."

"It's true. If he's straight, I can forgive him. If he's gay, he's blind. My nose is so beautiful."

"Forget it, if he is gay, he is probably a pure 1. Some pure 1s just don't like our type."

Luo Rui snorted, and then felt a little disappointed: "He's really handsome, and his smile is so charming. Forget it, it's best if he is a straight man, so I can barely forgive him."

Wen Xiaohui shrugged: "Maybe. I got his phone number, do you want to contact him?"

"It's up to you. If you contact me, you won't get acne."

"That makes sense."

The two chatted for a while, then went back because it was cold outside, planning to sit around for a while before going home.

As soon as we returned to the booth, a young gay man said: "adi, you were chatting up a handsome guy at the bar just now, right? I saw it."

"Haha, yes, I accidentally bumped into him. I asked him to buy him a drink."

Haozi raised his eyebrows, a little amused: "Which one is it?" He stood up and took a look.

The little gay man said, "I know that person."

"you know?"

"I don't know him. I have a friend who knows him. I met him in a bar. He is a Chinese-American, right?"

"Yes, he is gay?"

"Yes." The little gay said excitedly, "He is very handsome. He is an accountant, he has an office in Beijing, and his family is very rich. The most important thing is that he has a simple personality, mature, gentlemanly and generous, completely

Not like real people."

Wen Xiaohui was also very excited when he heard this: "He is indeed gay. I just..." He was embarrassed to say that he didn't like him when he tried to strike up a conversation, so he could only say, "I feel like he has the same kind of aura. Does he have a boyfriend?"

"I don't know, do you have a crush on him?" The little gay said with a smile, "My dear, although you are quite beautiful, you are really not his type."

Wen Xiaohui felt a little unhappy, but he couldn't refute it because he had already seen it. He said depressedly: "What does he like?"

"Simply put, a good family man."

Wen Xiaohui almost burst into tears: "Are you talking about my little mother?"

Luo Rui's eyes were also shining, with an expectant look on his face: "Is it me? Is it me?"

"." The little gay man waved his fingers and spoke in a fluent Taiwanese accent, "A good family man doesn't know how to put on makeup or put hairpins in his hair, okay?"

Luo Rui touched his black hairpin and clipped up his curly bangs, revealing his smooth forehead. He looked very cute. He said aggrievedly: "This is the simplest clip. It's the most simple clip when I go out."

My bangs always stick up when I'm young."

Wen Xiaohui curled his lips: "I understand, he is the kind of housewife man who doesn't look gay at first glance."

"That's right." The little gay man snapped his fingers, "Do you want to know why I know this?"

"I don't want to suffocate you to death."

"Are you bothered?" The little gay man punched him, "Li Shuo also goes to gay bars occasionally. He is quite famous. If he sleeps with someone, that person will definitely come back to show off, but he has very high standards.

, I’m not messing around, I’ve only heard of it twice, both of that type.” The little gay man put on a perverted expression, “I heard the technology is very good.”

Wen Xiaohui sighed: "It's not easy to meet such a great person...but I can't change myself for anyone, forget it."

Luo Rui nodded and said with a smile: "Beibi, you are the best."

Wen Xiaohui squinted at him: "Why are you praising me all of a sudden? Have you done something wrong again?"

Luo Rui shook his head: "I like your confidence and self the most. If it weren't for you, I would definitely not be like this."

Luo Rui developed late and looked like a girl. He was often teased and bullied by boys since he was a child. From the moment he realized the difference between men and women, he felt deeply inferior to himself for not being a man enough. The ridicule and ridicule from people around him made him feel deeply inferior.

He gradually developed a soft personality until he met Wen Xiaohui.

Wen Xiaohui has a tough mother. When she was in junior high school, she once rushed to school and chased a 1.8-meter male teacher and beat him up for half the playground because the teacher publicly called Wen Xiaohui a sissy in class. Therefore, Wen Xiaohui never complained about herself.

He had low self-esteem about his sexual orientation and appearance. At that time, he often said things like "I'll just be myself, who will it bother me?" and went his own way. On the contrary, he was very popular, making Luo Rui envious and admired. The two became

Since becoming friends, Wen Xiaohui has always protected Luo Rui, taught him self-confidence, and taught him to respect and like everything about himself. If it hadn't been for Wen Xiaohui, his mild depression at that time would have definitely driven him to death.

When Wen Xiaohui heard this, he smiled, pouted and said, "Kiss me Beibi."

Luo Rui came up and smacked his lips, and the two of them laughed.

The group of people were laughing and joking, and Wen Xiaohui instantly forgot about his slight depression about the failed conversation.
Chapter completed!