boyutpedia Chapter 551 Don't think too much, I just need a vase
Chapter 551 Don't think too much, I just need a vase
The tip of the pen left a blob of ink on the document, just like his confused mood at the moment.
He had clearly decided to stay away from this dangerous little thing, but when he saw Chu Ziyu's lost back, his throat seemed to be blocked by something. By the time he reacted, the invitation had already been spoken.
Lin Ci'an stared at the back of his neck, where a strand of unruly hair curled softly on his collar.
Chu Ziyu turned around suddenly, his eyes lit up: "Really?"
"Don't think too much, I just need a vase."
——He found a plausible excuse for himself: "It's Mr. Chen's golden wedding anniversary, it's not good for me to go alone."
This excuse was full of loopholes, but he just... just couldn't find any other reason to explain why he couldn't help but want to keep him by his side when his mind was clamoring to "keep your distance."
"I see."
Chu Ziyu's smile froze on his face, his eyelashes drooped, casting a small shadow under his eyes.
His fingers unconsciously tugged at the corner of his clothes, "I will...be a good vase, Mr. Lin."
His voice was very soft, but like a thin needle, it accurately pierced Lin Ci'an's most unguarded soft spot.
Lin Ci'an's jaw was tense, and the pen turned unconsciously between his fingers.
——He hates this name.
But isn't this what he wants? Business is handled impartially, with clear boundaries. He should be satisfied.
But why... does my chest feel so stuffy?
After the door closed, Lin Ci'an threw down his pen and leaned back in his chair.
The phone screen that lit up again showed a photo of him and Chu Ziyu - that was taken secretly by the housekeeper after the court ruling.
He stared at the ceiling, feeling as if a stone was pressing down on his chest. The light in Chu Ziyu's eyes went out so quickly that he almost wanted to get up and chase after him.
"6872,"
Chu Ziyu leaned against the wall in the corridor and whispered in his mind, "Bring Guo Mingjie to the party for me."
"Since you can't take that step..."
Chu Ziyu stroked the red mole on his collarbone with his fingertips and smiled softly at 6872, "Then I'll force you."
Chu Ziyu walked back to his room and took out a sketchbook from the depths of his closet.
Opening the first page, you will see Lin Ci'an's sleeping profile, and the pencil lines are so gentle that they seem like a caress.
In the evening, Chu Ziyu stood in front of the mirror in the cloakroom and tied his tie.
The suit that Lin Ci'an sent was well-tailored, and the dark blue fabric made his skin look even whiter.
He hesitated for a moment, but still sprayed a little of the cologne that Lin Ci'an often used.
“It’s so obvious…”
He talked to himself in the mirror, but couldn't bear to wipe it off.
Downstairs, Lin Ci'an was listening to the housekeeper's report on the itinerary.
When Chu Ziyu's footsteps came from the stairs, he subconsciously looked up, and then his breathing stagnated.
The young man stood at the corner of the stairs, the light shining from above his head, outlining his slender silhouette.
The long legs wrapped in suit pants were straight, and the waistline was just right. When he looked up at Lin Ci'an, the teardrop mole at the end of his eye was faintly visible under the light.
"General Lin..."
Chu Ziyu called him softly, his voice as soft as a feather brushing across his eardrum.
Lin Ci'an turned his face away suddenly and strode towards the door: "Let's go, don't be late."
In the car, Chu Ziyu secretly looked at Lin Ci'an in the rearview mirror. The man was wearing a black suit today, with a simple silver cufflink as his tie clip, and he looked as sharp as a sword out of its sheath.
His jawline was tense, and he was clearly in a bad mood.
"Mr. Lin..." Chu Ziyu summoned up the courage to speak, "Is there anything I need to pay attention to?"
Lin Ci'an's eyes finally fell on his face, but he quickly looked away: "Don't talk nonsense, just follow me."
At the cocktail party, people were toasting each other and Chu Ziyu followed Lin Ci'an closely, like a vigilant little animal.
He could feel the gazes coming from all directions; some were curious, some were contemptuous, and most were looking for a good show.
"Hey, isn't this Mr. Lin's little pet?"
A man with oily hair and powdered face stopped the way and looked at Chu Ziyu with a frivolous look, "Mr. Guo has taken good care of it. It can be sold for a good price."
Lin Ci'an's eyes suddenly turned cold: "Mr. Li, watch your words."
“It’s just a joke.”
The other party came closer with ill intentions, "I heard that this little thing is particularly good in bed-"