Eli Don pressed his finger to the key and twisted it around, and the roar and sound of the food delivery truck suddenly stopped. He tilted his head to look out the window at the two-story building, frowned, and then he tore the note from his dashboard with the address and the list of food orders, and confirmed the address again.

* Cashew nut fried rice x2

* Kung Pao Chicken x1

* Sweet and sour pork ribs x1

*Stir-fried shrimp with oyster sauce x1

* Fried dumplings x2

Address: 102 Griffey Street West Diamond District CA91001

He ticked a circle around that address with his pen and jumped out of the car. He pressed the doorbell of the French villa with a few white lunch boxes, identified himself, and waited for the door to open.

It was an unusually clear day, and even though it was approaching dusk, the sun was still dazzling. But the lush trees that surrounded the streets gave Eli Don cool shade, and he wiped his sweat, not quite remembering the last time he enjoyed this natural shade.

He wasn't used to the environment, it was too quiet, the air was filled with the scent of roses, jasmine and other flowers that needed to be tended, the tall trees were swaying, the lawns in the courtyards of all the houses he saw along the way were rich and green, and the pool behind them glistened like sapphires in the sun.

Eli Tang rarely comes to deliver food in this kind of place, and the people who live here don't feel like they can order Chinese takeaway, but it was clearly an accident today.

"Click-"

The door to the villa opened with a soft thud, and one of the prettiest young men Eli Tang had ever seen since he came to America appeared behind the door.

To be honest, like many Americans who can't tell the difference between Vietnamese, Koreans and Chinese, Airy doesn't have much of an idea of what Europeans and Americans look like, and many times they all look similar, but the young man he saw today completely subverted his concept.

The other party is so slender and handsome, unlike those white guys who have sunned themselves like newborn piglets, his skin is as white and delicate as marble, his facial features are perfect, the slight shadows under his eyes and the frown that he unconsciously furrows make him look a little haggard, but this still does not detract from his amazing beauty that makes people unable to take their eyes off.

Maybe it's a celebrity, but maybe it's a model......

Erry Tang couldn't help but think.

His heart beat a little faster, but fortunately, he had accumulated a strong professionalism over the years, and he tried to take the delivery slip to the other party as calmly as possible, and sent a smile after getting the signature.

"Mr. J. H, here's the food you want. ”

He handed the cardboard boxes to the young man, and when he looked down, he saw the two pairs of shoes on the stall.

One of them was a couple of beautiful light brown 180 loafers, (which Erry knew because his son had spent a year of his part-time job to get himself a pair of similar shoes, which was the source of that terrible family war.) ）

The other pair was a pair of extremely cheap black leather shoes, the surface of the collapsed shoe shape was cracked, revealing the white lining underneath.

It was at this time that Eli Tang suddenly realized where the trace of something that was not right in his heart came from.

This incredibly beautiful young man is ...... with this villa The temperament of this whole neighborhood is out of place.

Eri Don would not miss the cheap shirts and jeans of the youth, the kind of poor class wear, and he was very sure that the tattered shoes should belong to the youth...... Erry couldn't help but look at Mr. J.H. again, perhaps because his gaze was too direct, and a look of unease appeared on the young man's face. The young man's reaction made Eli Tang instantly alarmed, he knew that he should not be nosy, but the appearance of this Mr. J.H. was so striking that he undoubtedly aroused Erie's instinctive inquiring. The delivery man quickly walked past Mr. J.H. and looked into the villa, which looked like a different world in a TV show, with high ceilings, expensive furniture, and a woolen carpet on the hardwood floor that could only be tended by a professional company.

"I'm glad you like what our restaurant stuff—" Erry knew how reckless he was the moment he spoke, and he continued under Mr. J.H.'s surprised gaze, "People here rarely order Chinese food. ”

He said.

As he finished speaking, he noticed that Mr. J. H had noticeably become more agitated.

"Oh, maybe. ”

Calvin replied to Erry's temptation with a distraught heart.

If possible, he just wanted the other party to leave quickly after the delivery of the food cleanly and without any speculation, just like the cute little food delivery man he met in his shabby apartment, after all, Vicili's current state was not suitable for others to see. Anyway, this boy with a golden soup spoon is still a "dog" in the psychological sense at this time.

But Virgilli's refrigerator was as empty as his head now, and there was nothing in it. When Calvin, who was half starved to death, did not expect to meet such an inquiring delivery man when he called to order takeout.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, but it was clear that something must have caught the Chinese's attention.

As many times in the past, his appearance always caused him problems in various situations.

"Bang ......"

Just then, some strange crashing sound came from the living room behind him.

Calvin saw the delivery man glance quickly into the room, his eyes blazing.

Oh, damn it—he couldn't help but groan in his heart.

He pulled out a crumpled five-dollar from his trouser pocket and shoved it into the delivery man's hand.

"Thank you. ”

He said dryly to the other man, but the latter did not leave as he had hoped.

"You...... Is there anything else you need?"

The food delivery man stood at the door of Vigilli's villa, his eyes full of vigilance and vigilance as he spoke.

Calvin's temples jumped, he stared at the Chinese expressionlessly, and was about to open his mouth to make an excuse, when a whirring voice came behind him from far and near.

"Whew......"

A muffled barking of dogs rang out.

"V-Mother?!"

Calvin turned his head in shock, just in time to see Moser crawling lightly towards him on his knees.

Vigilli's shirt had faded to his waist due to various previous exercises, revealing his upper body, and his posture perfectly showed off his strong and beautiful muscles, and the fine sweat made his light skin shine. Moser glanced indifferently at the delivery man and quickly determined that the other party was not a threat.

"Woo. ”

Then Moser heard Calvin's somewhat alarmed bark, and like any good military dog, he responded very quickly: he quickly came to Calvin's side, waiting for further instructions from his master.

However, unlike other military dogs, his affection for Calvin made Messer lose control slightly, and he stared at the blue face of the former angel with his head held high, his gaze wet and full of antiquity due to strong attachment and love.

Of course, it wasn't the worst, the worst thing was that Moser was holding the damn black leather leash in his mouth, and the metal nameplate swayed slightly in midair, reflecting the golden light.

After Calvin got the leash, Vicky ...... Oh no...... Moser became very interested in it. Calvin didn't want to think about what that meant (after all, the first thing the puppies he knew thought of when they saw the leash was to go out for a walk, but Moser ...... Undoubtedly not the type to put on a collar and lead dog food to the park to play frisbee), he had to show the cold-blooded ruthlessness of a human in front of Moser: in a pitiful whimper, he put the collar in the kitchen drawer and prayed that he didn't need to explain why there was a dog chain next to the high-end bone china cutlery after the other human personalities returned to the body.

Calvin's troubled childhood made it almost impossible for him to have a pet of his own, and it was clear that he was now suffering the heavy consequences of this absence—he had no idea how obsessed and ...... a creature could be when it came to something he loved Actionable.

Hearing the door open, Moser pushed open the drawer with considerable ease, and then took the leash in his mouth, and affectionately brought the cute little gadget to Calvin.

You can't expect a dog to understand Calvin's concerns—and of course, he doesn't know anything about the awkward situation that Calvin is facing.

"Wow. ”

When Eli saw the "Messer", he let out a small snort.

He knew that rich people always had some special preferences, but as a traditional Asian, he was still shocked by the scene in front of him.

A handsome young man who seemed to be down-and-out and his boyfriend who was lying on the ground - I forgot to mention, Erry Don was quite keenly aware of the logo on the latter's belt, and even if he didn't know anything about the upper class, he knew that anything with that loge was damn expensive.

What words to use to describe it - oh yes, luxury.

Now that everything made sense, Erry's gaze quickly snapped back from the two in front of him, and he even felt a faint shame for his previous little meddling.

"Thank you for your patronage. ”

He slipped his tip into his purse and sped away from the door—it almost smacked of desertion.

Calvin stiffened and stood there as he watched the food delivery truck slip away.

"Oh, shit. ”

It was a long time before he let out a weak curse from between his teeth.

"Huh?"

Moser looked up curiously, and he let out a soft call.

“……”

Never in Calvin's life did he miss a man named Virgilli so deeply. 166 Reading Network