Rival roommate wants to be my boyfriend

Back at the dining table, Cheng Yue sat still, and Mama An said to him, "Xiao Yue, you're welcome, you can eat whatever you want."

"...Okay." Cheng Yue picked up the chopsticks with a bit of embarrassment.

He just ate more than half of "Little An Mingyu", and his stomach is already full, and he will smell the cream on the table and even feel a little nauseous.

But after An's mother said so, Cheng Yue had no choice but to stick out his chopsticks.

In her expectant gaze, Cheng Yue's chopsticks paused for a while on a large plate of beef, then made a sharp turn, and picked up a small piece of fried lotus root sticks.

Mother Ann: "..."

Cheng Yue: "..."

He really couldn't take it anymore.

Cheng Yue put the fried lotus root sticks into a bowl, and looked at An Mingyu begging for help.

An Mingyu smiled: "Mom, I took him to eat some snacks, he's not hungry now."

An's mother gave him a sideways look: "You don't have a good head."

"Digest for a while, eat when you're hungry." An Mingyu bowed his head and said.

Cheng Yue felt a little sorry: "Is your mother angry?"

"No, that's how she talks. After listening to it for a long time, you will get used to it."

"Oh."

I always feel that this sentence is a bit wrong.

But before he had time to think about it, someone reached out and touched his lips.

Cheng Yue looked at An Mingyu.

The latter looked innocent: "You have cream on your mouth."

Cheng Yue stuck out his tongue and licked it, but he missed it.

He raised his hand to touch it again.

"It's been wiped clean." An Mingyu said, "My dad and the others are here, sit here and wait for me."

He got up and left the restaurant.

Cheng Yue suddenly thought that when they first met in the cafeteria, An Mingyu would give him a pack of napkins to wipe his mouth even when he saw him licking his mouth.

Why do you just wipe his mouth with your hands now?

A chatter from the door interrupted his thoughts.

Cheng Yue looked up, and the man sitting next to Mother An was simply... the mature version of An Mingyu.

It's too similar.

"This is my father." An Mingyu sat back and introduced him.

Papa An looked at Cheng Yue.

"Dad..." Cheng Yue almost followed his words and changed his words urgently, "Hello, Uncle."

Mother Ann suddenly turned her head and poured herself a glass of wine, holding the glass to hide the smile on her lips.

Father An didn't hear the little mistake just now, and nodded to him: "Hello, little classmate."

"My name is Cheng Yue. He has a name." Mama An put down her wine glass.

Dad Ann cleared his throat.

Cheng Yue blushed himself, and took a peek at An Mingyu who was beside him.

The other party didn't seem to hear.

Fortunately.

Almost recognized someone else's father.

The rest of the table was sharing dishes, but he and An Mingyu's tableware was clean.

Cheng Yue had a secret and strange sense of pleasure.

It seems that he and An Mingyu only knew the secret of secretly eating cake in the small garden just now.

How naive, how could he have such naive thoughts.

Cheng Yue fiddled with his chopsticks and lowered his eyes.

He must have been taken away by what An Mingyu said before.

More guests came one after another, and the birthday party officially started at lunch time.

Cheng Yue looked around at the people on the table, except for Guo Yuxiang, he didn't know any of them.

"Why does Yuxiang sit so far away, go and join Mingyu and the others." Papa An laughed.

Guo Yuxiang looked up and saw An Mingyu and Cheng Yue bowed their heads and whispered together, they seemed to be playing some little hand-touching game.

He shrank his neck: "No, no, it's fine for me to sit here. I like these dishes."

"Why didn't you bring a companion?" Mother An asked again, "Where's the female companion from last time?"

Guo's mother glared at her son: "Don't mention it, I just beat him up before going out. That girl maxed out three of his cards in a month. This brat dares to hide it from me."

Guo Yuxiang knew he was wrong: "Oh, I'll break up with her when I go back, right?"

Mama An pursed her lips, glanced at her son and Cheng Yue on the other side, and smiled quietly.

In the middle of the banquet, a girl with a high ponytail came over suddenly, her stiletto heels stepped on the ground and made a loud noise.

As soon as she came, she pulled away the seat on the other side of An Mingyu that had been vacant and sat down.

The girl's appearance is too superior, and her behavior seems to be very familiar with this family. Sitting with An Mingyu, she looks quite handsome, Cheng Yue couldn't help but looked up at her a few more times.

An's father smiled happily: "Xinxin is back? Why don't you say anything, so that Dad can pick you up."

She flicked her ponytail: "What's there to pick up? It's not like I don't have long legs."

An Mingyu frowned: "Is that how you talk when you come back?"

He turned around and introduced to Cheng Yue: "This is my sister, An Mingxin."

"Can you stop calling me by my full name... vulgar." An Mingxin pursed her lips.

It turned out to be my sister.

Cheng Yue's momentary awkwardness disappeared immediately.

Cheng Yue stretched out his hand: "Hi, I'm Cheng Yue."

An Mingxin just turned around, seeing him, the girl's cheeks were a little red: "Hello, hello."

After shaking hands, she poked An Mingyu: "Brother, why didn't you say you have guests at home?"

"The guest I brought, what can I tell you?" An Mingyu glanced at her.

An Mingxin turned her eyes: "Oh! That's what you told me..."

Cheng Yue raised his head curiously.

"Roommate." An Mingyu interrupted.

An Mingxin: "..."

She squeezed her eyes, and sent a signal to An Mingyu, "Why are you still a roommate, can you do it?" with her eyes.

An Mingyu sat forward a little, separating her from Cheng Yue, and returned coldly, "None of your business, kids."

After being teased, An Mingxin held back for a while, but she still couldn't hold back, so she found an excuse and dragged An Mingyu to the side hall for questioning.

An Mingxin: "I thought I came to see my parents today, so why are you still..."

Looking back at Cheng Yue, An Mingyu said, "Keep your voice down."

An Mingxin pursed her lips: "You can't."

An Mingyu raised his eyelids coldly.

"All right, all right, you've been strong seven times in one night..."

An Mingyu: "You don't want Time's friends anymore?"

An Mingxin: "Yes, brother, I was wrong. Hey, I am also worried for you. Tell me about the development of the two of you now. I will give you advice."

An Mingyu: "I'm still chasing him."

An Mingxin: "That's it?"

An Mingyu: "?"

An Mingxin: "Then...then what does he mean? Does he like you?"

An Mingyu lowered her eyes and bent her lips: "I like it."

An Mingxin: "You like him, he likes you, why are you here if you don't confess, are you still waiting for him to take the initiative?"

An Mingyu: "..."

An Mingyu: "Not in a hurry, he's shy."

Cheng Yue has a shy personality. If he wants to get close to him, he has to turn around and sneak around. At the beginning, he will avoid even touching his hands. Once the layer of paper is pierced, there is no turning back.

I have to take care of it again, but it's not time.

After thinking about it, An Mingyu told her sister about the cake: "Let me describe it to you, can you draw it, I want to make it into a doll as a souvenir."

An Mingxin exclaimed in a low voice: "Wow, you two are made of cake? My sister-in-law is too sweet, isn't it so sweet to you? Brother, I look down on you."

An Mingyu frowned: "What's wrong with me?"

An Mingxin: "He already made a portrait cake of you two, what's the difference between this and a wedding photo? It's hinted to this point, what are you waiting for?"

An Mingyu paused.

Thinking about it this way, the two villains on the cake are close together, acting intimately, it seems that...

When Cheng Yue shared with him, his eyes were dodged, his face was very red, and he didn't dare to look at him with his head down.

So there is such a meaning?

An Mingyu's heart was stuffed with a handful of candy, and she was very happy, but she still maintained her elder brother's majesty: "I know how to deal with the two of us, and I added your account as a friend of Time. It will be borrowed for a while longer."

An Mingxin: "No problem at all, it's best to wait until I get my account back, and there are already friends of all professional players on it."

"Don't you like Time?"

An Mingxin was puzzled: "I like it, but I also like other contestants. Is there any conflict?"

An Mingyu: "."

An Mingyu: "No."

Now the little girl is getting more and more difficult to understand.

The two ended their secret meeting, and when they returned to the restaurant, the people at the table had been divided into two factions.

Papa An and Papa Guo sat together and chatted happily, and Mama An took An Mingyu's place just now.

An Mingyu's eyes fell on the wine glass in front of Cheng Yue and the little bottle of red wine left.

"Hmm..." The person at the table has turned red into a shrimp, with a confused expression, tilting his head, "Uncomfortable..."

How long has he been gone, how did he become like this?

An Mingyu's face darkened.

Mother An felt guilty: "I didn't know he didn't know how to drink, so I let him drink two small cups. The alcohol content is not high."

An Mingxin was also speechless: "Mom, you are really..."

In the eyes of their mothers, not getting drunk after a thousand cups is the normal amount of alcohol.

Cheng Yue's mind has become a mess, and his stomach feels uncomfortable: "I want to vomit..."

He wanted to stand up, but his hands and feet seemed to be cramped, as soft as noodles, and he couldn't exert any strength.

An Mingyu quickly helped him up: "Be patient, I'll take you to the bathroom."

"I'll ask Auntie to get some hangover soup." Mother An knew that something was wrong, so she stood up to make way for them.

Cheng Yue's arms hung on his shoulders, but his legs were completely dragged away. An Mingyu simply bent down and hugged him horizontally.

As soon as he turned his gaze, Cheng Yue felt his eyes staring even more.

"It fell..."

He grabbed An Mingyu's hair softly.

"I can't fall." An Mingyu comforted her, quickened her pace, and carried him to the bathroom of the guest room.

Facing the sink, Cheng Yue was stunned.

After a while, he looked up, eyes full of confusion.

"Didn't you want to vomit?" An Mingyu raised his eyebrows, he held the opponent's arms, otherwise if he relaxed a little, he would slip to the ground.

Cheng Yue shook his head.

An Mingyu: "Don't want to throw up?"

Cheng Yue continued to shake his head.

An Mingyu thought his stupid look was funny, picked him up and put him on the bed in the guest room: "Let's rest, it won't be uncomfortable after a night of sleep."

Cheng Yue rubbed his belly and frowned: "Hungry."

He moved quite a bit, lifting up the hem of his clothes, exposing his thin waist and white belly.

Indeed, it has been a long time since the cake was eaten.

An Mingyu's eyes darkened, she held down his hand, and straightened her clothes: "Whatever you want to eat, I'll get it for you."

Cheng Yue blinked slowly: "Cake."

An Mingyu chuckled lightly: "Still eating cake?"

Cheng Yue nodded.

"Okay." An Mingyu asked him to lean against the head of the bed to prevent him from slipping and falling, "Do you want more cream or more cake?"

"cake."

Cheng Yue's voice suddenly became very small.

An Mingyu was about to get up to help him get the cake, but he grabbed her face with one hand.

"I'll get you something to eat, Teacher Cheng." An Mingyu held down his hand, trying to reason with the drunk, "Don't make trouble."

Cheng Yue clung to him and refused to let go: "Cake..."

"Okay, cake, let go, I'll get it for you."

"It smells so good..."

An Mingyu turned her head and asked amusedly, "What's good... um..."

His smile froze on his face.

Cheng Yue's face was close at hand, the soft and warm touch was printed on the corners of An Mingyu's mouth, and the alcohol-smelling breath puffed between his lips and teeth.

As if he was a little puzzled about the texture of this cake, he frowned and licked it again: "It's not sweet."

An Mingyu froze all over.

After a long while, he belatedly raised his hand, and his fingertips touched the wetness of his lips.