Love Delusion

This morning, Shang Hao suddenly sent a call invitation during work hours.

After Lin Anran connected, it was not Shang Hao's person who appeared in the picture, but the cherry cream tart, matcha raspberry Basque, black and white forest roll in the walnut shop window.

The picture shook, and then the camera turned sideways. At that moment, it seemed as if the curtain was opened in front of the eyes, showing a full face of the delicate little cakes, and each piece was emitting a soft light like a fairy tale. The picture is full of sweet breath.

This is not the real world, this is heaven.

Lin Anran was also attracted by the picture for a while. Shang Hao's voice appeared as a voice-over: "Do you like these?"

Lin Anran liked it very much. He could smell the vanilla cream of the cake on the tip of his nose. He swallowed in his heart and asked Shang Hao, "Where are you?"

The main reason is to ask embarrassedly which store it is, and he would like to go if he has the opportunity another day.

Shang Hao: "Gangcheng."

Mr. Shang has a private jet and it is very convenient to fly. The flight schedule is entirely based on his personal schedule. It is common for Lin Anran not to be in the same city in the morning and afternoon, and Lin Anran often makes overseas phone calls with him accidentally.

Lin Anran regretted when he heard the answer, and he couldn't go anymore.

Shang Hao slowly turned the camera so that he could clearly see the icing and mint leaves on the cake: "This is an old-fashioned traditional bakery, and the products are not bad."

The villain in Lin Anran's heart nodded vigorously, and it looked very good.

Lin Anran himself reserved "um" for a while, without commenting.

Today he is very firm, he must stop the general manager, and absolutely can't let him buy it again.

It's not that the cake is not tempting, but that Mr. Shang has brought back too many gifts to him so far. On the other hand, Lin Anran, he hasn't thought about what he wants to give to the merchant, and he really has a guilty conscience.

Mr. Shang always has a very good reason, such as "your name is written on it as soon as you look at it", "it is something that belongs to you by nature", "I just brought it back easily"...

It is plausible, as if Lin Anran's name is written on the good things in the world. Although Lin Anran didn't know about it himself.

In short, before Lin Anran returned the previous gifts in return, he was determined to let President Shang get rid of this bad problem of giving gifts.

President Shang held the phone and finished the first row of cakes. Lin Anran was also ready to refuse, and the word "no" was on his lips, ready to launch at any time. It’s too late to say, and then it’s too soon, the other side will talk to-

Chief Commercial Officer: "I want it. Would you please invite me?"

Lin Anran: "b...Huh?"

Shang Hao: "Well, can you buy me cake?"

Lin Anran thought for a while, he licked his lips slightly in his heart.

Shang Hao patiently waited for him to answer, and the camera turned down, it was a sea of ​​small cakes.

The enemy is too cunning. Lin Anran sounded like a gnat, and surreptitiously said to the devil on the other end of the phone: "Okay."

As long as the voice is low enough, he can deceive his conscience.

If it was his own treat, Lin Anran wouldn't have to be polite and commanded Shang Hao to elect several kinds in a row, and then waited for Shang Hao to elect.

Shang Hao's side is a bit difficult.

Just like under normal circumstances, huge humans collectively refer to a certain kind of small insects as ants, while a huge rich like Shang Hao collectively refers to his insignificant humans as poor.

He was not sure that these dozens of pieces of cake were unaffordable, and would cause a major blow to the capital chain of all aspects of his living expenses.

Although Lin Anran has a black card, if Shang Hao told him to treat him, Lin Anran would definitely treat himself.

After looking for a circle, there is no single digit thing here. Finally, he pointed to the cheapest doughnut and asked Lin Anran weighingly: "Will buying this make you bankrupt?"

Lin Anran on the phone:...

Shang Hao said in a deep voice, "Or I..."

Lin Anran: "Say it again, I'll beat you up."

Shang Hao feels relieved, so it seems he will not go bankrupt. Since Lin Anran learned to beat people, he has been in a better mood and more judgments. Shang Hao said: "Okay, then buy this."

Lin Anran regretted after beating someone last time, thinking that he had made a mistake. Although he has deliberately restrained himself from being too complacent, Mr. Shang still makes people want to beat him from time to time.

A small piece of his eggshell was pecked off by himself, and a beam of light came into that single small mouth. Lin Anran had an extra vent, so he used the only one to breathe outside.

The specific manifestation is that from time to time, he has to beat the general manager.

After all, he has only learned this skill so far.

Because it was he who paid the bill, Lin Anran's conscience condemned her voice a little lower. However, when Shang Hao returned home in the evening, besides the cake in his hand, he also carried a small suitcase with exquisite workmanship.

He said it was because he bought enough, the small gifts included in the cake shop.

Lin Anran opened the thing that looked like a toolbox, and it was no exaggeration to say that he was stunned by the aristocratic aura on his face. The paint spread over the three layers is unfolded for the first time, noble and elegant.

For the first time in his life, he smelled the aristocratic breath from paint.

Can it be noble? You must know that the paint industry also has strict luxury and non-luxury distinctions. The box in Lin Anran's hand is a high-end luxury item in the painting material industry. The cost of each gram is more than several times that of gold. . It takes a long time from customization to mailing back to China, and Shang Hao didn't get it until today.

Lin Anran's knowledge on luxury goods is limited. He didn't know the cost and status of this set of paint, and if he knew it, he would be too scared to accept it.

But there is a natural telepathy between the painter and the paint. He just has a hunch that this will be the most expensive paint he has ever used in his life. Can this, this really be a gift from a cake shop?

Lin Anran couldn't bear to put her hand down from the paint box. He looked at Shang Hao and then at the paint, showing a struggle on his face.

Shang Hao: "As soon as I saw it, I knew your name was written on it."

Lin Anran's struggling heart:...nsdd!

Shang Hao: "The painter who can reject this set of paint must not be a professional painter."

Lin Anran: Zizi! Zi porcelain!

Shang Hao: "Looking at how much it wants to follow you, are you willing to refuse the child?"

Lin Anran: Oh, the child is too pitiful.

Shang Hao: "The cake shop is really enthusiastic."

Lin Anran: Really enthusiastic!

Shang Hao: "Use it! Buy it when you run out!"

Lin Anran: Buy!

Lin Anran decided that he would use the rest of his life to work as a compensation for Mr. Shang's gift today.

Even if he was asked to sell himself, he would be gambled on the taste of the painter, and he would never let go of this box of paint.

However, when Lin Anran received a gift last time, he promised himself that it was the last one. So afterwards, the parties felt very regretful, and drew a lot of hearts on the table, and put them into the big glass bottle on the table together.

This large glass bottle has been on his desk for a few days. It was a method that Lin Anran came up with to visualize Mr. Shang's love.

He reflected on what Shang Hao said before. He had said love to himself many times, but he still didn't believe it. In order to remind herself not to be a white-eyed wolf, Lin Anran prepared this big bottle to contain the general love of the merchant.

The other bottle next to him is his. As much as the boyfriend gave him, he would give him the same amount.

Look at the height of the heart in the two bottles, there is still work to be done.

Speaking of gifts, Lin Anran silently glanced back at the expensive treadmill.

Although no one cared, Lin Anran used it to stack clothes after running a few times. It was used as a hanger of 200,000 yuan.

In the end, Shang Hao couldn't make it through, so this treadmill would become his fitness equipment from time to time. He has the habit of exercising, and when he is free at night, he will go for a run.

When he runs, his endurance is exceptionally long, and his whole person is exuding charm from the inside out during the exercise state, and he can fascinate ten innocent boys like Lin Anran at a time.

Lin Anran was fascinated by him. Under the influence of his boyfriend, when Shang Hao was running tonight, he also took the initiative to bring in his yoga mat, emptied the surrounding area, and spread it beside the treadmill at a distance.

He started yoga seriously next to Shang Hao, and even changed his professional yoga clothes.

At this time, Shang Hao had been running for nearly an hour. And Lin Anran practiced for ten minutes, always hearing Ruoruuowu's depressed laughter from the treadmill next to him.

The honest man Lin Anran couldn't help asking sincerely: "Why are you laughing at me?"

Shang Hao smiled and looked at him: "I didn't smile."

Lin Anran:?

That night, Lin Anran was still carried on the treadmill semi-forcedly. Fifteen minutes later, the person was picked up just as they were before. Lin Anran was out of breath.

Shang Hao hugged him and sat on the sofa, massaging the muscles of his legs, encouraging him comfortingly: "You are so handsome, I love you so much."

Lin Anran panted, and gave a weak thumb.

"what are you doing?"

"Help you massage and relax, prevent lactic acid accumulation." He said solemnly.

Lin Anran understands the truth, but can he pinch it up, and just press his thigh, other places are also sore.

Lin Anran said again: "I'm all sweaty." He just sat directly on Shang Hao just now, and felt very embarrassed in his heart.

There was no response, but Shang Hao should have heard him, because he started to personally.

"I'm sweaty too." As he spoke, his lips almost touched his ears: "Do you dislike me?"

Lin Anran was so kissed by him that he couldn't make any noise, so he could only shake his head. He didn't feel disgusted at all in his heart, but he disliked himself.

"now it's right."

But Shang Hao began to objectively consider what Lin Anran said. He really listened carefully to Lin Anran's words.

He said to Lin Anran: "Take me to be talking nonsense: If I really start to hate you and sweat, then you should tell me to break up."

It's no longer enough for him to like him in his arms now, and he has to worry about him in the future. He can't wait to let this little man named Lin Anran live in the depths of his heart for the rest of his life, so that he can spend his life warm and peaceful.

Even the future Shang Hao is not at ease. Fearing that Lin Anran would be soft-tempered and being bullied, she taught him how to break up with Shang Hao in the future.

Lin Anran thought for a while and said, "I won't despise you." He never did.

Shang Hao laughed. Of course it was a solid eye, and he was the suspicious one.

He shook his legs, and the people on his legs also shook: "Then you kiss me."

"The kind that sticks out your tongue."

nsdd=You are right, you are right

Zi Porcelain = Support

Lin Anran adopts euphemistic expressions because he is ashamed to admit positively