Chapter 1110: The Gentle Neighbor's Drama Queen Sweetheart 38

Another night.

As it neared midnight, Xu You heard a commotion outside; when he went out to look, he realized it was Zhou Yao who had come over.

You Ge, aren't you asleep yet?

Zhou Yao was somewhat surprised, and his steps toward the room paused.

Xu You frowned, saw him covered in dust and travel, walked over a few steps, and spoke gently.

Your arm, let me take a look.

What?

A burn.

Zhou Yao let out an 'oh', rolled up his shirt sleeve, and said softly, 'Actually it's already healed, so I didn't tell you.'

Healed? Healed my ass.

It's obvious it wasn't treated in time, leaving a dark mark.

'What have you been up to these days?' Xu You asked softly, his fingertips lightly rubbing the wound, making it a little itchy; Zhou Yao clenched his fist but didn't pull away, his gaze fixed on Xu You's face.

'I've been preparing for an internship, maybe a bit busy.'

What internship requires staying up until the middle of the night?

Xu You finally released his hand and suggested, 'Come to my company?'

No need!

Zhou Yao refused quickly, 'I quite like this internship as it is, no trouble for you, Brother You.'

His tone was much more polite than before.

Xu You was a bit displeased; we've already slept together, why pretend we're not familiar?

He pulled Zhou Yao's tie, tapped his chest, and his tone was coquettish.

Go take a shower.

Really flirtatious.

Zhou Yao wanted to hold back a bit, but when the corner of his lips was kissed, he instantly became dazed and bewildered.

Whatever advice friends gave about keeping some distance was completely forgotten; he rushed into the bathroom and took a vigorous shower.

That night, Zhou Yao no longer held the previous pent-up frustration, becoming much gentler, but unable to resist the youth's great strength and energy, Xu You spoke softly, telling him to take it easy; hearing this, Zhou Yao instead became even more excited.

When they woke in the morning, the only person left in the bedroom was Xu You.

On the bedside table lay a note as before.

'Breakfast is warm in the kitchen, Brother You, remember to eat.'

Xu You: '……'

He narrowed his eyes, seriously suspecting this brat was retaliating for the previous time when only a note was left.

Afterward, Zhou Yao's returns became less and less frequent.

Xu You gradually took over the company's affairs, and he too was busy every day.

Occasionally they would run into each other at home; sometimes when Zhou Yao had free time, he would come home early to wait for Xu You, inevitably exchanging kisses and hugs.

Xu You finally began to feel something was off; under these circumstances, were they lovers or just fuck buddies?

But this way of interacting was his suggestion, and Zhou Yao merely went along with it; now feeling conflicted seems a bit too self-contradictory.

Until one banquet.

Xu You attached great importance to the project to be discussed at this banquet, and he knew the people the other side had sent would meet both him and his close younger brother, the illegitimate child of the Xu Family.

This was arranged by Father Xu; the success or failure of the project might possibly affect who is ultimately chosen as the heir.

But Xu You never expected that the other side would also arrange for drinking companions.

'Young Manager Xu, where are you headed?'

The man assigned to accompany him followed him out, still holding a wine glass, his tone ambiguous, 'If you don't like drinking, I can still keep you company playing games.'

'I need some air, don't follow me.'

Xu You, choked by the smoke inside, found it quite unpleasant; he glanced at the man, his voice carrying a chill.

But the man had clearly been instructed to keep him company well; he drew close to Xu You's shoulder, almost reaching to embrace him.

'Young Manager Xu, you really aren't giving me face… Damn, who the hell are you?!'

The man's arm was shaken off; before Xu You could react, Zhou Yao had already pulled him behind himself.

'Get lost.' Zhou Yao glared at the man, the hostility in his eyes unmistakable.

The man couldn't tell his identity, so he silently left.

'How did you end up here…'

Just as Xu You opened his mouth, he was pressed against the wall and kissed; his hands, trying to push away, were pinned to the wall with fingers interlaced, his breath stolen, and he felt a little weak in the knees.

Zhou Yao's eyes were somewhat red; after kissing him fiercely, he finally spoke in a wronged, whiny tone.

'How could you let someone else accompany you for drinks?'

He was on the verge of tears.

This is for the wronged.

Xu You found it funny, reached out to ruffle his hair, his voice a little hoarse, 'I didn't, don't wrongly accuse me.'

'You still haven't answered the question.'

Zhou Yao blinked lightly, his answer still the same: 'Internship.'

Xu You: '…… huh?'

Oh no, could this brat's internship actually be washing dishes and waiting tables?!

No wonder he's been so exhausted every day.

But for Zhou Yao's self-esteem, Xu You didn't expose him, deciding instead to find a time to talk properly with him.

"Dage, who is this?"

The illegitimate child also walked over at some point, his eyes holding a smile that didn't reach his bottom, "Could it be your new boyfriend? You're not even going to introduce me as your younger brother."

What introduction? After introducing, will you go tell on me to the Old Man?

Xu You now considers every step crucial; he absolutely won't allow himself to be caught with a handle here.

He hooked his finger around Zhou Yao's palm, yet said to the illegitimate child, "Lover, you also want to manage this? Can't stand seeing me coax someone?"

"Lover... then it's boring."

The illegitimate child felt bored, "Dage, you'd better hurry back to the private room, don't let Manager Shen wait anxiously; it's just a lover, not worth you expending effort to coax—if they don't listen, just replace them."

Zhou Yao's breathing became difficult.

Xu You released Zhou Yao's hand, patted his cheek, "Go wait for me in the villa."

Right now it's really urgent; we can only wait until we go back to coax the person and clear up the misunderstanding.

The two left, Zhou Yao stood in place for a while, then returned to the private room.

Today was originally a celebration banquet.

Their developed game received several investments, can now proceed steadily; the programs they previously wrote for several big companies were also adopted, earning their first substantial income.

Zhou Yao planned to give Xu You the good news today, officially start pursuing him.

But it's not enough, still not enough.

The status difference is too great; Xu You wouldn't choose a poor kid for a romance.

It's only a tiny achievement; he still doesn't have the opportunity to give Xu You an equal romance.

"Hey, how come you come back from the restroom like this?"

His friend was puzzled, "Still drinking?"

"Drink."

Zhou Yao took a deep breath, drank the alcohol in the cup to the last drop.

The two roommates looked at each other again, shrugged helplessly.

"By the way, what do you think about the matter we just discussed? Are you going?"

"Go, I'll go."

Zhou Yao had already made up his mind in his heart, "Depart as soon as possible."

"Good! Then I wish us a smooth journey! Cheers!"

Zhou Yao drank another cup of alcohol, the red in his eyes still not faded.

That night.

Xu You returned home, the villa had no one.

He walked into the living room, the first thing he saw was the item placed on the table.

An envelope, inside a check and a letter, the envelope written with three characters: medical fees.

Xu You's breathing grew a bit hurried, his fingers slightly trembling as he took out the letter paper; after reading it, he frowned blankly.

Medical fees, to repay the initial hospital expenses; even the letter contains something, thanking Mr. for his care during this period.

Xu You walked into Zhou Yao's room, already empty.

The villa seemed to have grown desolate again.

Zhou Yao went abroad.

Sleep then run! Who taught him that!

Xu You's face darkened with anger, his heart both anxious and furious.

After a moment, the letter paper was clenched tightly.

His throat felt blocked, unable to speak.