Chapter 165 You Like Me

This sentence stunned Xia Beiqing.

He blinked, and after a moment of silence, he stubbornly replied, "What if you like it?"

Knowing that he was being tough, Shen Zhiyu smiled silently: "If you can, I still hope you can like girls. Liking boys is a very tiring thing."

Xia Beiqing frowned, puzzled: "If you like it, you like it, why are you tired?"

Shen Zhiyu put his arm on the table and looked up at the young man: "Then let me ask you, can you really accept the strange eyes of the public? Would you dare to hold my hand on the street? Dare to introduce it to others, I'm your lover? You can't get past the level at your house alone."

Xia Beiqing spread his hands, disapprovingly: "What is this, if I dare?"

"Okay, even if you dare, we are not suitable."

Xia Beiqing took a deep breath and became extremely irritable. He repeatedly asked, "Why is it inappropriate? Where is it inappropriate?"

Shen Zhiyu didn't answer, and asked, "How old are you."

"18."

"Do you know how old I am?"

Xia Beiqing shook his head. Someone mentioned it before, but he didn't pay attention.

Shen Zhiyu evoked a warm smile: "I'm 28, classmate Xia, we are ten years apart, you are still young, you have a lot of time to spend, you can talk if you are interested, and if you are not interested, you can divide. I'm different, I can't play anymore, what I'm looking for is someone who can spend a lifetime together, can you understand?"

"I don't understand." Xia Beiqing leaned over in front of Shen Zhiyu, cupped his face with both hands, and smiled with crooked eyebrows: "I only know that Teacher Shen said that these are all rejecting me, mentioning sexual orientation, I'm old, but I didn't say that I don't like me, so can I think that you like me?"

"..."

Shen Zhiyu was choked.

He dared to say so much, and it was all in vain.

Xia Beiqing stretched out his hand, pinched Shen Zhiyu's chin, and stared at him with a stern expression, "Mr. Shen, don't think I'll give up like this, just wait, you will promise me sooner or later."

When he was done, he stood up straight.

When he reached the door, he stopped again, tilted his head, and blinked his left eye at Shen Zhiyu: "Mr. Shen, see you tomorrow."

Then, left the office.

It's night, the Ruan family.

During dinner, I suddenly mentioned opera. There is a Qinhuai opera troupe who is coming to Beijing to tour this week.

Mr. Ye likes to listen to dramas, and he is friends with Mr. Liu from Qinhuai's class, so he naturally wants to join him on this tour.

Ye Meipan looked at Yun Ci and reminded: "Don't run around on weekends, let's go together."

Yun Ci took a sip of water and didn't answer.

Ye Meipan was used to her indifference.

On weekends, a group of people came to Liyuan by car.

The class leader Liu arranged the front seat, the attendants made the first-class Yuqian Longjing, and snacks were placed on the table.

People came in one after another at the door, and soon the seats were full, all for the flowery person.

Yun Ci leaned on the chair, took a few sips of snacks and stuffed it into his mouth. Before the show, his stomach was full.

Holding his head, he was a little drowsy.

At this time, the gongs and drums were sounded, and the actors came on stage. First, they played a beautiful flower gun, and the audience applauded thunderously.

Then, everyone scattered, and the flowers were full of flowers.

He was heavily makeup, wearing clothes with overlapping flowers and shadows, dressed as a Hua Dan, and his appearance was really amazing.