Become a rival virtual lover

"I bore you, don't I."

Fu Yueting said softly, "I shouldn't have confessed so early, I gave you enough reasons to break up with me."

The tears in his eyes glistened in the light.

Qin Yan finally turned around: "Stop talking."

"What?" Fu Yueting came back to his senses and smiled, "Why, even you hate me?"

Qin Yan didn't know how much alcohol he had drunk today to be so delirious, but due to his status as an artificial intelligence, he didn't say anything more.

Fu Yueting didn't realize Qin Yan's abnormality, so he murmured: "Qin Yan doesn't want to see me, and you, a fake, don't want to see me either..."

As the words fell, the smile on his lips gradually flattened, and the water in his eyes gradually disappeared.

Qin Yan thought he still had something to say, but suddenly his eyes went dark.

Fu Yueting closed the game.

I don't know how long it took.

Qin Yan woke up to the constant knocking on the door.

"...Qin Yan, Qin Yan, are you asleep?" It was Han Feng's voice, "Someone came from Yue Ting's house and asked you to come over and have a look. If you are free, come out and meet?"

After taking a short rest just now, the tingling pain caused by the headache in Qin Yan's mind also eased a little.

He raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, and looked down at the sofa under his seat.

Fortunately, he didn't stay downstairs for a long time after he came back today, otherwise he would have passed out suddenly just now, and Han Feng would definitely think too much when he saw him.

Hearing what Han Feng said, he got up and walked to the door. As soon as he opened the door, he saw the man standing side by side with Han Feng.

He is the butler of Fu Yueting's family.

The butler looked anxious. When he saw him, he hurriedly bent down to signal, and said first: "Mr. Qin, I'm really sorry to disturb your rest at such a late hour."

Qin Yan knew that he would not come to the door casually, so he asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's sir!" the butler hurriedly said, "If you have time, I would like to ask you to come home and help persuade sir. He was already drunk after returning from the banquet, and he was drinking again not long after returning to his room, and he hasn't stopped until now. "

Fu Yueting has always been self-disciplined, not to mention getting drunk, he seldom drinks alcohol, this time is a problem he has never experienced before, but fortunately he remembered that Qin Yan lived at home for a while before, and also got drunk, the most important thing is Yes, compared to him, the boss seems to obey Mr. Qin in front of him.

As a last resort, he came to ask Qin Yan for help.

In order to fully explain the seriousness of the matter, the housekeeper added another sentence: "Mr.'s injury is still not healed, and he hasn't eaten anything for nearly a week. If he continues to drink like this, he will go to the hospital!"

Haven't eaten for a week?

Qin Yan quickly remembered that he had heard from Song Jingming and Zhang Fu twice that Fu Yueting refused to eat.

After he came back from Fu's that day, the situation still hasn't improved?

Qin Yan frowned slightly, and looked at the butler: "Where is he?"

The housekeeper was overjoyed and said quickly, "I'll take you there!"

After returning from the banquet, Qin Yan hadn't changed his clothes yet. After hearing that, he only greeted Han Feng and went to Fu's house with the housekeeper.

The butler hurriedly led him in, walked through several halls, and then went up the stairs. When he reached the last corner, he said to him again: "Mr. I'll go ask about Hangover Soup first, and I'll be here right away."

Qin Yan nodded slightly: "Okay."

Only then did the housekeeper turn around and quickly leave along the way he came.

Qin Yan has already walked around the corner.

There was no movement in the corridor, and with the dim light, he saw the balcony at the end.

The balcony is open-air, half the size of a bedroom, and the decoration is very simple, with green plants planted around the edge, plus a set of garden tables and chairs.

Summer is coming to an end, and the night wind is soaked in refreshing coolness, blowing from all directions.

Before approaching, Qin Yan could smell the faint aroma of wine in the air.

He walked slowly to the balcony entrance and saw Fu Yueting.

Fu Yueting sat at the table with his back to the entrance, facing the same luxurious buildings, buried in the dark night.

Qin Yan didn't pay attention to what he was looking at, but quickly noticed the wine bottle in front of him.

One bottle is already empty, and the other will be half-empty.

With Fu Yueting's drinking capacity, he should be drunk by only half of it.

Qin Yan raised his hand and rang the wooden fence that was only used for decoration.

Fu Yueting didn't look back, and said indifferently: "Go out."

Qin Yan watched his motionless back and stepped into the threshold.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Fu Yueting turned his face slightly, his tone gradually became cold and hard: "I let you go out, can't you hear—"

Halfway through the conversation, Qin Yan had already walked in front of him.

Fu Yueting's voice stopped abruptly.

Qin Yan took the wine glass away from him and put it on the table beside him.

Fu Yueting stared at him blankly.

Qin Yan said softly, "Don't drink any more, go to sleep."

Fu Yueting finally responded: "... Qin Yan?"

Qin Yan only asked: "Can I still go?"

Fu Yueting subconsciously got up from the chair, his body swayed and his steps staggered during the movement, knocking the table and chairs into a "clang-clang" noise.

Qin Yan took a step forward, raised his hand to clasp his forearm, and helped him stand still.

Fu Yueting also grabbed him violently, and his strength became tight.

Qin Yan paused, but didn't try to break free: "Let's go, I'll take you to the bedroom."

Fu Yueting nodded: "OK."

Then, with the first step forward, he hit the table.

"Snapped!"

Smashed a wine glass.

Qin Yan sighed secretly, took him a step closer, half-supported and half-carried him out of the balcony to the bedroom.

Fu Yueting's hands and feet were stiff at first, but after crossing the threshold, seeing that Qin Yan didn't feel disgusted, he slowly relaxed, put his arms around Qin Yan's waist, and walked forward with strength.

In the bedroom, Qin Yan helped Fu Yueting to sit down by the bed, and was about to step back when he felt his waist tighten.

Fu Yueting embraced him, his voice blurred under the influence of alcohol: "Don't go."

Qin Yan looked down at the top of his hair.

He was so drunk that his hair was messed up, his coat was thrown on the ground, and his tie was also messed up at the ripped neckline.

Fu Yueting tonight is very unlike Fu Yueting.

Qin Yan looked at him quietly for a moment, stretched out his hand to hold his arm, silently pressed his hands down, and retreated from the hot embrace.

"Go to sleep."

After the words fell, he turned and walked towards the door.

But as soon as he took two steps, he heard a soft sound behind him, and couldn't help but look back, so Fu Yueting, who was chasing up, threw himself on him.

Fu Yueting couldn't even stand still, he couldn't control the force of his forward rush, and after bumping into Qin Yan, he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Qin Yan only had time to pull him into his arms before he was brought to the ground together.

His back fell hard to the ground, Fu Yueting let out a muffled snort, and held Qin Yan's hands tightly but did not let go anyway.

Qin Yan was tightly locked in his arms together with his arms, and a look of helplessness flashed across his eyes: "Let go."

Fu Yueting muffled: "Don't let go."

Qin Yan was about to break free when he heard his breathing suddenly heavy, mixed with short tremors. Then he looked down and found a few drops of blood seeping from the shirt on his arm.

The wound opened again.

"It hurts..." Fu Yueting followed his gaze and looked at him again, "There are still many places that hurt."

Qin Yan had no choice but to let him hug him: "If I press on you, the wound will hurt even more. Let me get up."

Fu Yueting's eyes flickered: "That doesn't hurt anymore."

Qin Yan: "..."

Looking at Fu Yueting's face, he calmed down: "Boss Fu, it's getting late, you should go to bed."

Hearing this address, Fu Yueting's expression froze.

He pursed his thin lips, and suddenly with both arms, he hugged Qin Yan and turned it up and down, pressing Qin Yan under him.

Qin Yan looked at him, with a slight frown between his brows: "What are you doing?"

Fu Yueting barely suppressed the momentary pain: "Don't call me Mr. Fu."

"what?"

Fu Yueting repeated: "Call me by my name, don't call me Mr. Fu."

Qin Yan said, "Is there a difference?"

"Yes." Fu Yueting tightened his fingers and said in a bitter voice, "Call me by my name so that I can pretend that you didn't break up with me."

Hearing this, Qin Yan was startled.

Fu Yueting lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "Just take pity on me, okay, don't call me that again."

At such a close distance, his reddish eye sockets and pale lips are clearly visible.

Qin Yan and him looked at each other, and unconsciously lowered their voice: "After drinking so much wine, you should rest."

Fu Yueting stared at the thin lips that kept opening and closing in front of him.

The beating heartbeat covered Qin Yan's voice, and the violent tumbling pain in his heart drowned out what little reason he had left.

Suddenly, he bent down.

A strong smell of alcohol lightly imprinted on Qin Yan's lips.

The soft touch came suddenly, and before Qin Yan could react, he felt a burst of damp heat penetrate into the crevice of his lips.

Fu Yueting sucked his lower lip.

Qin Yan was slightly startled, and then planned to break free from his embrace.

However, Fu Yueting snorted again, and even though his injured left arm was trembling, he insisted on not letting go.

Qin Yan was hesitating, and Fu Yueting took advantage of the situation to stick tighter and kiss deeper.

Qin Yan frowned: "Fu Yueting, let—"

The moment he opened his lips to speak, Fu Yueting immediately seized the opportunity to pry open his lips and teeth with the tip of his tongue, his movements were random and unfamiliar, with desperate treasure.

With his eyes closed, Fu Yueting couldn't help reaching out and inserting his hand into Qin Yan's hair. His lips trembled and his fingers were cold.

He would rather risk everything to continue this kiss.

Qin Yan's left hand was freed, but he couldn't push him away several times, so he couldn't help but sink his face, clenched his fist and swung it over!

But just a second before the fist was about to land on Fu Yueting's cheek.

Qin Yan stopped.

a drop.

Another hot tear fell on his face.

Fu Yueting still closed his eyes tightly.

He has never looked down on others' weakness the most.

But now, in Qin Yan's eyes, he might be even more incompetent than the weakest person.

But the matter has come to this point, he no longer has any worries about being despised by Qin Yan.

After today, can he see Qin Yan again...?

He didn't dare to open his eyes, because he was afraid of seeing the disgust towards him in Qin Yan's eyes with his own eyes, because he was afraid that his fear would become a reality, and even his courage at this moment would disappear in smoke.

But even if he didn't see it, the pain was still so severe, as if a pair of invisible hands were tearing at his chest at will, about to bring him a long-lasting torture.

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In a short period of time, I saw Fu Yueting cry twice in succession.

Qin Yan's clenched hand stopped in place, forgetting to continue.

Until a series of footsteps outside the door from far to near.

The butler hurried upstairs with the hangover soup, saw that the door was open, he walked in, saw the entanglement between the two on the floor, and couldn't help but gasp.

Qin Yan was awakened by the cold air.

Seeing that Fu Yueting still had no intention of stopping, he punched Fu Yueting heavily in the side of the face, flipped him off his body, and fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

The butler exclaimed, "Sir!"

Fu Yueting rolled half a circle on the ground, supported the ground with one hand, and half knelt up.

Qin Yan raised his hand to grab his loose collar, and pressed him against the wall, his usual calm low voice was rarely mixed with audible anger: "Fu Yueting, you are crazy!"

"Yes, I'm crazy." The corner of Fu Yueting's mouth cracked, and a drop of blood quickly oozes out and slides to the corner of his mouth. As if he couldn't feel it, he just forced a smile, "Anyway, I will go crazy sooner or later."

The butler hurried over, flustered in a hurry: "Sir, Mr. Qin, what misunderstanding do you have, why don't you sit down and chat slowly, don't do anything!"

"It has nothing to do with you." Fu Yueting said, "Cough!"

The itchiness rushing to his throat interrupted his words, he coughed, subconsciously raised his hand to press his belly, and frowned fiercely.

"What's wrong?" Qin Yan caught his sliding body and asked again, "What's wrong?"

Fu Yueting opened his mouth: "I...cough!"

This time, in addition to the itching in the throat, there was also a touch of scarlet rushing out.

Qin Yan immediately turned to look at the housekeeper.

The butler was still in a daze, he was stunned by the blood Fu Yueting spit out.

Seeing this, Qin Yan said coldly: "Prepare the car!"

The housekeeper came back to his senses, subconsciously looked over, and saw Qin Yan holding Fu Yueting in his arms, hugging him horizontally.

Then I heard Qin Yan say: "Contact the hospital immediately, he and I will be there soon."

Before waiting for an answer, only his back was left in front of him.