want to lie to me to love you again

Fang Zhiyi did leave, but she did not leave by herself, but was taken away by someone.

The two people who took him away just started pretending to be sitting on the chairs in front of the bar to strike up a conversation, but in fact, Fang Zhiyi was already drunk, so how could he talk to them?

But because of where they sit, the right advantage just blocks the sight of others looking.So for a while, no one noticed anything wrong.

Fang Zhiyi was easily taken away while Zhu Lu was leaving.The two people who took him took him by the arms, one on the left and the other on the right, and put him on the taxi.

Then after telling the driver the name of the place, he stopped talking. There was some silence along the way, and the atmosphere was very strange.

If Zhu Lu was present at this time, he would have realized immediately that what that person said was indeed Song Zhicheng's neighborhood.

Those two threw the drunk Fang Zhiyi at the door of Song Zhicheng's house, knocked on the door several times, and then went downstairs to hide in the darkness.

During the whole process, Fang Zhiyi didn't even wake up. He leaned against the door, subconsciously found a comfortable position for himself, smacked his lips twice, and there was no movement again.

So, when Song Zhicheng opened the door, he was taken aback by the person who turned over from the outside.He had just come out of the hospital at night, and his body was still very weak. When he was hit by Fang Zhiyi's fallen body, he subconsciously took a step back, and his lower back hit the shoe cabinet hard. Fainted.

After finally recovering, he found that it was Fang Zhiyi who was lying on the ground and sleeping soundly.He was shocked at first, wondering how Fang Zhiyi would appear at his door, and was it also he who knocked on the sky just now?

But after thinking about it later, I felt that Fang Zhiyi probably had a hard time during the few days when he was missing. He couldn't find him, so he had to come to guard the door of his house every day, and drank himself like this with wine to drown his sorrows. virtue.

When he thought of this, it was as if a warm current flowed through his heart.After being dazed for a while, he bent down and pulled Fang Zhiyi's arm to help him up.But he was seriously ill and had no strength at all, so not only did he not get up, but he was so tired that he almost fell to the ground.

He had no choice but to support Fang Zhiyi's upper body, let his head rest on his knees, and then patted his face with his hands, hoping that he would be more awake.

Fortunately, under his unremitting efforts, Fang Zhiyi finally opened his eyes slightly, but he was still not sober, his bewildered eyes drifted around, and floated to Song Zhicheng's face, and he stared at it for a while, Then he said with a smile, "Are you back? Where did you go? You didn't answer the phone calls, and you couldn't find anyone..."

Because of being drunk, Fang Zhiyi's voice was limp, like a kitten, and it made people's hearts tickle when they heard it, as if a dog's tail grass was constantly scratching.

Song Zhicheng was stunned for a while, and then he promised in a low voice, "No, never again."

Fang Zhiyi has been staring at him in a daze, and in the end she doesn't know if she has finally calmed down, so when she closes her eyes and tilts her head, she is about to fall asleep again.

Song Zhicheng was so frightened that he quickly patted his face again to wake him up, "Can I get up by myself? Go to sleep in the room. I... I have no energy."

Fang Xiaomao was very understanding at this time. When he really got up from the ground, he was weak and his feet were unsteady. After he got up, his whole body hung on Song Zhicheng like a cloth bag.

Song Zhicheng had no choice but to drag such a large doll and walked to the bedroom step by step with difficulty.

Song Zhicheng was already exhausted by the time he finally got him on the bed.So he himself sat on the bed, covered his abdomen with his hands, and kept breathing.

I don't know why, but his reaction after drinking the medicine was particularly obvious. It has been several days, and his abdomen is still throbbing from time to time.Sometimes the pain was so great that he couldn't help rolling on the bed, and it took several people to hold down his hands and feet to calm down.

Right now, because Fufang Zhiyi has used a lot of strength, a new round of torture has started again.This made him not even have the energy to help Fang Zhiyi change his clothes and take him to take a shower.If he were to be allowed to sleep on his bed all night in such a stinky state, then he probably wouldn't be able to hold back his vomiting.It's not because of disgust, it's not because of his current physical condition, he can't smell such a smell at all.Just sitting on the bed for a while now, he already felt nauseated. If he hadn't lost his strength, he might have rushed to the toilet to vomit.

There is no other way, I still have to wake up Fang Zhiyi.

But who knows, as soon as he leaned over, Fang Zhiyi immediately grabbed his arm and couldn't move.

"Small... Xiaoyi?"

"Brother Song..."

"What did you say?"

Song Zhicheng couldn't hear Fang Zhiyi's muttering in his dream clearly, so he lowered his head, but he didn't want to but heard those three words, and he froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

"What did you say?"

"Brother Song..."

"Xiaoying, you, you remember?" Song Zhicheng looked very excited, he looked at Fang Zhiyi with burning eyes, and urgently needed an answer.

But at this time, Fang Zhiyi was so drunk that he was almost unconscious, so of course it was impossible to respond to him.Therefore, Song Zhicheng's expectations were doomed to fail.

Just when he sighed and was about to get up from Fang Zhiyi's body, he never expected that Fang Zhiyi would get worse, pushing him suddenly, and pushed him to lie on his back on the bed.

Before he could react, Fang Zhiyi was already on top of him, and the strong smell of alcohol came to his nostrils. Song Zhicheng quickly held his breath and turned his head away, otherwise he felt that he would vomit on the bed on the spot.

Enduring his nausea, he pushed the drunk who was lying on top of him and refused to get up, and said, "Xiao Ying, get up first, I can't breathe."

But Fang Zhiyi, as a drunk man, completely ignored his call.At this moment, he had already half-opened his eyes, leaning on Song Zhicheng's body, raising his hand to take off his clothes.

"!!!"

You must know that when Song Zhicheng first came home, he really didn't have the strength to change into normal clothes, so at this time, he was only wearing a piece of home clothes, which had no buttons and was just tied with a rope.And this rope, because of the movement just now, also faintly showed signs of loosening.

At this moment, being drawn by Fang Zhiyi, Song Zhicheng's thin chest appeared completely in front of his eyes.

Song Zhicheng's mind was very confused at this time, but he was more thinking about the same thing when he was drunk last time, did he treat Xiaoying irrationally?