You Are Deep in The Stars

“You asked me out just to talk about this?” Zhou Yong asked.

“No.” Bai Xi shook his head. “I know it is difficult to get the government to change its mind, so we are here today to ask you if there is another research institution that can provide more experimental data, or even if it exceeds the total data provided by underground warehouses in the past, is it possible for the government to abandon Shi Tian and find another partner?”

Zhou Yong looked him up and down. “Mr. Han, are you interested in the institute?”

“I will never be interested in this kind of thing, and I am opposed to all kind of experiments,” Han Zhuo said. “The data is ready. I am just a middleman.”

“I can’t make the decision in this matter, but I don’t think today’s meeting is a waste of time.” Zhou Yong pushed over a business card. “It’s nice to meet you two, but I have to go.”

“Understood.” Han Zhuo stood up. “We are also happy to meet you.”

Zhou Yong hurried down the stairs. Bai Xi looked at the piece of paper without any title, only a string of phone numbers, and said, “Is it a private phone number?”

Han Zhuo nodded.

“He trusts us so much?” Bai Xi asked. “This is our first official meeting.”

“The first time we meet is not necessarily a strange thing.” Han Zhuo said. “If you are willing to send a comatose classmate home, if it weren’t for your supernatural powers, I think every elder would like you very much. As for me, if he can become the deputy director of the Research Institute for Superpowers, he should know my group very well, and most of the things I have done over the years sound very… Ultraman.”

“So, we are the righteous party.” Bai Xi said. “When are we going to contact Uncle Zhou again?”

“Wait for half a month.” Han Zhuo called the waiter to pay the bill. “Maybe he will contact us.”

“Leave now?” Bai Xi said. “I still want to eat cake.”

“Pack up.” Han Zhuo picked up his coat. “There are still other things to do.”

‘What’s the rush?’ Bai Xi was pulled into the car by him in a daze.

Mr. Han, who was running like lightning all the way, replied: “Falling in love.”

Bai Xi let out a long sigh and leaned back on the seat.

‘Liar, let me go back to my dessert.’

The “215” group was still full of news, and the roommates all said that since Mr. Bai was so happy, then they would eat a French dinner worth 5,000 yuan per person, the kind that was sprinkled with gold foil as shown on TV.

Bai Xi waved his hand, no problem.

The group suddenly burst into wailing, and Liu Chunchun was the first to admit defeat, crying and saying, “I’m just kidding, I don’t eat French food, I want to split it into ten meals of Haidilao with an average of 500 yuan per person!”

Wang Xiaosen hated that iron couldn’t become steel. “Look at your potential!”

Then he checked online with great interest about the process and environment of high-end French cuisine, and then decided to join the Haidilao army.

Yu Jiong sighed repeatedly, “you are simply a stumbling block on my way to the upper class. Haidilao must be the bottom line.”

Bai Xi was so happy that he threw away his phone and looked at Han Zhuo. “We are still best friends since college.”

“The three of them are very cute.” Han Zhuo smiled. “Of course, you are the cutest in the world.”

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When he bought a high-rise apartment on Xinghai Road, Bai Xi just liked the large floor-to-ceiling windows, but he never thought that floor-to-ceiling windows would allow for such a romantic moment – he could sit on the carpet with the person he likes hugging each other and sip red wine and desserts, hear love words and soft and soothing music in his ears, and see the sky and the everlasting lights in front of his eyes.

“What are you thinking about?” Han Zhuo hugged him from behind, raised his hand and touched the wine glass gently.

“I’m not thinking about anything.” Bai Xi replied. “I’m just letting my mind wander.”

Han Zhuo tilted the wine glass and poured more than half of his own wine into Bai Xi’s empty glass. “You seem to like its aroma very much.”

“I don’t understand wine, but I like you.” Bai Xi raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, leaning back lazily in Han Zhuo’s arms. The alcohol made the blood burn slightly, which was a very comfortable feeling.

“Shall we play a game?” Han Zhuo whispered in his ear.

Such a night, such an environment, made every word sound ambiguous and full of ulterior motives.

“What?” Bai Xi asked.

“You pretend to be drunk, and then you are not allowed to move or speak,” Han Zhuo hugged him tightly, “until you wake up tomorrow morning, okay?”

Bai Xi asked, “What are you going to do during this time?”

“I won’t do anything.” Han Zhuo raised his right hand and said seriously, “I promise.”

“I don’t believe it,” Bai Xi curled his lips, “You look like a pervert.”

“Being motionless doesn’t mean anything bad. Isn’t it called Sleeping Xiao Bai?” Mr. Han originally wanted to say Sleeping Beauty, but when the words came to his lips, he felt that he should change the name. Unfortunately, the reality was a bit tragic, because “Sleeping Xiao Bai” sounded not only different from Sleeping Beauty, but it also had some other meanings.

Bai Xi was indeed deeply stimulated and dragged the cushion over to pat him.

Han Zhuo smiled and held his wrist, apologized and kissed him, using his superb self-taught skills to quickly calm down this small-scale family turmoil.

Outside the window, the lights were bright and the night was sultry.

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Liu Chunchun was sitting on the bed, lowering his head and mending his socks seriously.

Wang Yuanchen stood at the door and looked at him for a minute, then asked, “Do you know what I want to give you most now?”

Liu Chunchun asked guiltily, “Maserati or Aston Martin?”

Wang Yuanchen replied, “Reading glasses.”

Liu Chunchun: “…”

“I originally wanted to treat you to a drink, but now I’m completely out of the mood,” Wang Yuanchen said again.

That was great. Liu Chunchun breathed a sigh of relief. ‘I will definitely darn socks every night from now on.’

But the necessary procedures still had to be in place, so he said in frustration, “Ah, really, you really can’t drink? Oh! What a pity.”

Wang Yuanchen turned around and said lightly, “Come on then.”

Liu Chunchun burst into tears when he heard this. Why did he follow the routine?

Wang Yuanchen raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a rather unflattering smile.

Five minutes later, Liu Chunchun came over in pajamas, but there was no wine on the table. Wang Yuanchen was already leaning on the sofa, looking like he had fallen asleep.

Liu Chunchun carefully observed for a while, then he took the quilt from the bedroom and covered him gently. When he looked up again, he didn’t know when Mr. Wang had opened his eyes and was looking at him in the dark. He was as scary as “The Big Hawthorn of Love.”

Liu Chunchun was greatly frightened and screamed, “Ahhhh.”

Wang Yuanchen gave him a slap in the face.

Liu Chunchun was aggrieved and shut up.

“The formalities for the house have been completed, and the decoration company will come in next month.” Wang Yuanchen sat up. “The construction period is three months.”

Liu Chunchun said sincerely, “Thank you.” He had been helping everywhere in the past few days. Although he showed his contempt for his small apartment of 50 square meters on average fifty times a day, fortunately, he was quite efficient in doing things, and he was still able to bargain. He specially selected the middle-aged and beautiful female boss. The effect was quite amazing, and he could successfully get the lowest discount every time.

“One more thing,” Wang Yuanchen remembered Han Zhuo’s previous phone call, so he continued to ask, “How many aliens do you think there are in this world?”

“A lot of them?” Liu Chunchun guessed.

So receptive? Wang Yuanchen was surprised by this answer because, according to Han Zhuo’s request, he had to make him realize that “there are other aliens around him” step by step. But now, since he already knew that there were many, Mr. Wang was too lazy to talk in circles, so he said bluntly, “Yes, there are many. Han Zhuo, Bai Xi, and almost 80% of the guests in the bar I worked are all aliens.”

Liu Chunchun: “…”

Wang Yuanchen said alertly: “Hey.”

Wang Yuanchen continued: “Hey!”

Liu Chunchun’s vision went dark, and he fainted again on Mr. Wang’s expensive sofa.