The president sent me food

It is true that Si Huang was in a bad mood earlier, but after a match, the speed and passion of facing the wind and waves, his mood has returned to normal, and he has not reached the point where he needs to rely on alcohol to numb himself.

But in the face of such a considerate little brother, nothing can dispel his kindness, Si Huang did not refuse the wine put in front of him.

After one cup after another, in the end he couldn't tell if it was because he didn't want to greet Muchen's kindness, or because the wine in this bar was so delicious that people couldn't stop.

Si Huang's wrist was grabbed by someone, "Enough, drink any more and you'll be drunk."

Xi Muchen's voice was surprisingly cold, which made Si Huang shudder.

"What's wrong with you?" Si Huang's eyes were foggy, and his expression was slightly drunk.

The words that came out were soft and seemed to imply a sense of grievance.

You invited people to drink wine, why are you so aggressive now?

Xi Muchen was amused by his appearance: Why do you look like a child?

"It's nothing, you're not afraid that I'll really sell you out?"

At any rate, they are also called the chief executive, why are they so unprepared, not to mention that they have only met a few times and even just knew their names, even if they are acquaintances, there is no reason to get themselves drunk so casually.

"Not afraid." Si Huang smiled at him, and suddenly leaned in front of him and whispered: "I'm so cute, is my little brother willing to sell me?"

A smell of wine rushed into Xi Muchen's mouth and nose as the man approached, making him slightly startled.

"You're drunk, I'll take you back."

Xi Muchen's face darkened, and he took Si Huang's hand to leave.

Lu Xiao shouted from behind: "Brother Xi, be gentle with your children, don't make them cry."

Xi Muchen staggered and almost fell out.

"If you want to talk more, go make a drink." Meng Yan turned back to Lu Xiao and gave Xi Muchen an apologetic look.

Si Huang let out a laugh, "Who is Lu Xiao, a kid..."

This is the key point... so difficult that it shouldn't be the phrase 'your family's...'?

Xi Muchen frowned, and gave Si Huang another hand, "Say less, hurry up and leave."

"It hurts me when you pinch me lightly." Si Huang groaned and moved the arm that was being pulled by Xi Muchen.

"Why is the big man screaming for pain?" Xi Muchen said fiercely, but the strength in his hand was obviously much lighter when he said this.

"Men are human too, why can't they hurt?"

What logic is this.

Si Huang glared at the man.

As I said before, Si Huang is good-looking and loves to smile. When he smiles, he has dimples at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes are shining with good looks. The man who has had a drink right now....

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her originally bright eyes were stained with a layer of mist, making her even more attractive for no reason.

With a stare and a stern face, he is so cute that people can't bear to attack him.

Xi Muchen felt that this kind of Si Huang was more attractive than his princess-tempered Xi Muya.

It is very strange to be completely unaware of the comparison.

When we came out, it was already dark, and the night wind blew, Si Huang woke up a lot.

"Little brother, are you going to drink and drive?" Si Huang couldn't help saying as he watched Xi Muchen get on the motorcycle and handed him the helmet.

"Why don't you go back?" Xi Muchen looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"That won't work, I don't know the way." Si Huang hardly hesitated, and quickly got into the back seat.

"I'm a drunk driver, are you so relieved?"

"It's okay, I'm also a wine sitter."

"Sedentary?"

Xi Muchen almost didn't react.

"Well, I drank more than you."

Si Huang put his arms around Xi Muchen's waist very consciously, without any hesitation and embarrassment before, the hug was so natural.

"Hey... relax, I can't breathe anymore." Xi Muchen slapped Si Huang on the back of his hand.

Visually, the strength was not weak, and the back of his hand was red, but in fact Xi Muchen didn't use much strength.

I thought this man's skin was too thin, and it would turn red with such a light pat.

"You drink and drive, I drink and sit, you have to hold on tighter, you will fall together."

It makes sense.

Xi Muchen was amused, "Come on, are you really afraid that I'll come down and call you a car?"

"That won't work, I drank too much... It's not safe to drive... It's not safe to drive."

"Is it safe to be with me?"

"Well, you are a little brother, I believe in you."

The unsuspecting and whole-hearted trust made Xi Muchen feel warm inexplicably.

"Fool, sit still."

Xi Muchen obviously didn't drink, but he really felt a little drunk.

After returning to China for so long, he has long forgotten what kind of creature his friend is.

Even with Meng Yan and Lu Xiao, it was only because of this bar that they got in touch. When it comes to friends... maybe a person like him who is naturally cold-hearted can't make real friends.

At this time, Si Huang really made him look forward to his friends, maybe Xi Muya was right, he can't just focus on his career, it's time to learn how to make friends.

The speed of the motorcycle was very fast, and Xi Muchen wanted to stop halfway to ask Si Huang where he lived, but found that the little fool had fallen asleep at some point.

I had no choice but to give up and drove the car back home.

……

Si Huang was awakened by the smell of meat, his head didn't hurt but he was a little dizzy... He opened his eyes in a daze, but didn't realize where he was?

Unfamiliar environment, white walls...a bedroom with a monotonous layout...wait a minute, let him take a good look at it—yesterday he and Xi Muchen raced to the bar and met Lu Xiao, drank a glass of wine called love, and then ...and then he had another drink and another, how many?

Oh forget it, anyway, he drank a lot, then Xi Muchen said that he was drunk and took him back, they came out of the bar together, Xi Muchen wanted to drink and drive...then he sat drunk, then... Then did he sleep? caught?

And then... and then now, so where is he?

Si Huang got up with his head propped up. The room was tidy, the decoration was simple and monotonous, and the style of cool colors could tell at a glance that this was a man's bedroom?

Could it be Xi Muchen's?

Si Huang was slightly startled, stood up cautiously, looked here and there, and didn't have the nerve to move after a circle.

I don't see that Xi Muchen is still a person who loves to learn. Why are there so many books?

Just as Si Huang was about to reach into the bookcase, the door of the room rang.

Someone came in from outside.

Si Huang turned his head to meet the gaze of his superior Xi Muchen.

The man pushed the door with one hand in his pocket and the other. He was dressed in home clothes to hide the coldness and hostility on his body, making him look a lot more kind.

"Are you awake? Do you have a headache?" The man was stunned at the door for a second, then got up and walked over.

Si Huang shook his head: "It doesn't hurt, this is your home? You brought me back last night?"

Si Huang was a little happy.

"Well, you fell asleep after drinking too much, and I couldn't find out the address of your home, so I had to bring you back." Xi Muchen folded the quilt with his hands, and it became a square tofu cube in two or three strokes.

Pretty and well behaved.

"Wow, have you ever been a soldier, and this quilt is so well folded?"

One must know that Si Huang has never folded quilts. In the past, the servants at home did this work. After he dismissed the servants, the quilts seemed to be laid on the bed by him. When had they been folded so neatly?

"It's strange? Didn't you learn it in the military training?"

Xi Muchen looked back at him, with a cold expression, he just felt that his reaction was a bit strange.

"Military training? Who remembers how long ago it was?" Si Huang was noncommittal, and followed Xi Muchen idly while scratching his messy hair.

"The bathroom is over there, you can go wash and clean up your face first."

Xi Muchen politely pointed to the location of the bathroom.

It was only then that Si Huang realized that he had just woken up, with a chicken coop on his head, crumpled clothes, and a face that didn't know what kind of virtue was here, talking to others... It was too detrimental to him Is there any image of President Si?

Si Huang's expression froze, and he trot into the bathroom.

Looking at his panicked back, Xi Muchen couldn't help but bent his lips.

Si Huang sat down on the toilet in frustration, grabbed his chicken feathers with both hands, and twisted his handsome features into a ball, "Si Huang, Si Huang, what the hell are you doing?"

Dong dong dong, there was a knock on the door outside.

Si Huang was startled, and as soon as he raised his head, he heard Xi Muchen outside the door saying: "There are new toiletries on the shelf, and there are clean clothes in the cabinet. If you don't mind, just pick one and wear it."

"Okay...I...I see, thank you." Si Huang's heart was pounding.

Unexplainably nervous.

He didn't stand up until the sound of footsteps outside completely disappeared. The bathroom was very clean, and everything was arranged in an orderly manner.

The towels and bath towels are all white, as clean as Xi Muchen's white shirt.

Si Huang thought to himself, this person either has obsessive-compulsive disorder or is a clean freak, in short, he doesn't look like a takeaway brother running all over the street.

Si Huang felt so unbelievable, after washing up, he hesitated for a moment, and changed into Xi Muchen's clothes.

Although Si Huang didn't have a cleanliness fetish, he couldn't stand the smell of alcohol and the sweaty T-shirt that he had ravaged all night.

Fortunately, although Xi Muchen is a little stronger than him, he is not much taller, and the clothes don't look too big on his body. Instead, he has a hip-hop style and is quite handsome.

Si Huang took a smug picture in the mirror, went downstairs satisfied, and came to the restaurant looking for the smell of meat.

"JK..." The little girl stood up and greeted him with trembling eyelashes.

"Hello." Si Huang never expected Xi Muya to be here.

But thinking about it carefully, it's not surprising that this girl is someone else's younger sister, it's just inexplicable embarrassment.

Asking him to stand still, neither to advance nor to retreat, raised his hand to touch his hair, the smile on his face was a little stiff, and he didn't know what to say.

"You...you can find my brother, he is in the kitchen." The little girl's expression was not much better than his, and her fingers pointing to the kitchen were trembling.

"Yeah." Si Huang walked quickly towards the kitchen, but turned back when he came to the door, "I'm very sorry for what happened last time, if there's anything that makes you uncomfortable, I'll tell you, I didn't mean it... To make you cry."

[The author has something to say: Any professional content is edited by the author, please don't pay attention, ヾ(≧≦Thank you≧≦)ノ]