I'm a black fan, you have to get used to me

Cen Xiao's meaningful words made Fu Zhun stunned for a long time.

For a moment, he felt that Cen Xiao might have drunk too much.

Thinking of this possibility, Fu Zhun pursed his lips, unwilling to argue with a drunk again.

His original arrogant arrogance was instantly extinguished, and finally turned into a helpless sigh: "You don't have to do this."

Hearing the sound, Cen Xiao suddenly turned his head and glanced at him.

Seeing that Cen Xiao was silent, Fu Zhun grabbed his arm, trying to help him up from the chair: "Stop drinking, I'll take you home."

Not knowing if he was dizzy from drinking too much, when Cen Xiao stepped down from the bar chair, he suddenly stepped on the air.

Seeing this, Fu Zhun subconsciously supported him.

Cen Xiao raised his eyebrows and leaned into his arms.

The sudden contact made Fu Zhun startled.

Seeing that Fu Zhun was frozen in place, Cen Xiao, who was leaning against his arms, chuckled imperceptibly, and suddenly said, "Ah."

"what?"

"Have you grown a little taller?"

"..."

Hearing this, Fu Zhun was stunned for a long while before hesitating and saying: "I'm tall and I didn't trip you, don't touch porcelain."

Cen Xiao: "..."

Secretly holding the corner of his mouth, Cen Xiao let out a "hmm", got up from his arms and stood up straight, and said calmly, "I'm sorry, I didn't stand firmly just now."

Fu Zhun said "Oh" in a low voice: "Then stand still."

Cen Xiao: "..."

Seeing that he was still in a state of confusion, Cen Xiao couldn't help reminding: "Have you forgotten our relationship?"

"What's our relationship?" Fu Zhun was stunned for a long while, but he couldn't think of how to describe the entangled relationship between the two of them.

"What do you think?" Cen Xiao leaned forward in a daze, and sprayed Fu Zhun's face with drunken breath: "Didn't I promise you everything just now?"

After being reminded by him, Fu Zhun barely realized what Cen Xiao was talking about.

He looked at Cen Xiao in astonishment, and his breathing became more rapid: "I'll just say it casually, are you serious?"

"Yes." Cen Xiao half drooped his eyelids: "I agree."

"Then if I say I want to marry you, will you agree?" Fu Zhun felt incredible.

However, after hearing what he said, Cen Xiao just curled his lips inexplicably: "Didn't you not say that?"

The implication is that the opportunity is given to you, who is to blame?

Fu Zhun: "..."

After being dumb for a long time, Fu Zhun calmed down his expression, put on a look of being too lazy to argue with him, and said slowly: "Forget it, you drank too much, I'll take you home first."

He didn't care what Cen Xiao meant, he just hooked up the mask under his chin and put it on for him, grabbed someone and went out.

"I didn't even counsel you, why are you counseling?" Cen Xiao thought it was funny seeing him like this, and smiled sullenly through the mask.

"Of course I am." Fu Zhun shoved him into the car angrily, and said casually to himself: "Mr. Fu is highly respected now, and I don't want to be talked about."

Hearing his nonsense, Cen Xiao laughed: "Are you highly respected?"

"Why?" Fu Zhun squinted his eyes uncomfortably at being questioned by him, "Do you have an opinion?"

As the car moved, Fu Zhun saw him lazily leaning on the co-pilot without speaking, just as if he hadn't recovered from the alcohol.

Too lazy to argue with him, Fu Zhun simply asked, "Where is your home?"

"Huh?" Cen Xiao's slightly drunken eyes were inexplicably clear: "Master Fu doesn't want to be talked about?"

"I sent you home because I didn't want to be talked about." Fu Zhun snorted coldly and continued, "Otherwise I should take you to the hotel."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cen Xiao suddenly turned his head and told him solemnly: "It's not impossible."

Fu Zhun: "..."

"Stop making trouble." Fu Zhun had never seen Cen Xiao drink alcohol before, and he didn't know that he was so difficult to deal with when he drank too much.

Sighing, he took out his phone: "If you drink too much and have a headache and can't tell, then I'll ask your assistant."

"No, I can tell." Cen Xiao lazily gave him a list of addresses.

Hearing the sound, Fu Zhun finally put down his phone and accelerated his driving.

The place Cen Xiao reported was not his usual residence.

It was Cen Qin who secretly bought him a house.

He said that he couldn't help him when he grew up, so he simply gave him an apartment and a car.

Cen Xiao rarely lives there, and few people know that he still has a house here.

When Fu Zhun found out about this later, he still complained that he was a "Golden House Cangjiao".

Hide him, this delicate little princess.

It's just that Fu Zhun is completely unaware of this now.

He just felt very puzzled.

According to Cen Xiao's address, he lived near his home, but he had never seen Cen Xiao at all.

After a moment of silence, Fu Zhun couldn't help but ask tentatively, "Do you usually live here?"

"Not anymore." Cen Xiao leaned his head back on the chair, closed his eyes and replied, "I've only been here once."

Hearing what he said, Fu Zhun understood, but he just asked casually: "Then why are you here today?"

Hearing the sound, Cen Xiao, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opened them casually, glanced at Fu Zhun, and replied leisurely, "Didn't you bring a highly respected Teacher Fu?"

There was an inexplicable sneer in his tone.

The respected Teacher Fu: "..."

Knowing that Cen Xiao was teasing him, Fu Zhun snorted softly and didn't bother with him anymore.

The two were speechless all the way.

It wasn't until passing by a 24-hour convenience store that Cen Xiao suddenly said, "Wait."

"What are you doing?" Although Fu Zhun was puzzled, he still listened to his words and stopped the car.

"Buy cigarettes." Seeing the car stopped, Cen Xiao put on his mask and hat, and got out of the car without looking back.

Looking at his back, Fu Zhun sighed speechlessly.

After a moment of silence, he finally followed the drunk out of the car uneasy.

When he walked to the convenience store he just passed by, Cen Xiao had already finished shopping and came out.

He had a cigarette in his mouth and was about to light it, but Fu Zhun suddenly took it away and bit it into his own mouth: "Thank you."

Cen Xiao: "..."

Avoiding him, Cen Xiao got into the car by himself.

Fu Zhun looked at his big bag of snacks, and snorted dissatisfied: "I told you not to eat with me."

"I was upset just now." Cen Xiao opened a pack of torn bread, "Now I feel comfortable."

After speaking, he still didn't forget to tear off a piece and hand it to Fu Zhun's mouth: "Do you want to eat?"

Fu Zhun, who was driving, lowered his eyes and glanced at the piece of bread.

Seeing that Cen Xiao didn't intend to withdraw his hand, he opened his mouth slightly to bite the piece of bread.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Cen Xiao took his hand back while he was not paying attention.

In the end, the piece of bread landed in Cen Xiao's mouth without looking back.

Fu Zhun: "..."

"Do you mean to play tricks on me?" Fu Zhun was so angry that he even drove the car a lot faster.

"It's quite interesting." Cen Xiao felt that the greatest pleasure in his life was to play with Fu Zhun.

Fortunately, Fu Zhun's reaction was still the same as before.

One tease is hooked.

Not long after, the car arrived at the door of Cen Xiao's house.

Cen Qin bought him a detached villa with a good location and high security in the community.

Many celebrities and entertainers have houses here. If you just take a walk without driving, you might be able to say hello.

Fu Zhun glanced at Cen Xiao who was leaning against the co-pilot and said in a muffled voice, "We're here."

"En." Cen Xiao also glanced at Fu Zhun from the corner of his eye.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Cen Xiao calmly opened the car door.

I don't know how his legs are so long. In this case, he can step into the air and fall directly outside.

With a "boom", his forehead hit the car door.

Fu Zhun was startled by his sound, and quickly got out of the car to check on him: "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Cen Xiao rubbed his forehead calmly, "I didn't stand still."

Fu Zhun: "..."

Who is the person who bought cigarettes just now?

Fu Zhun stretched out his hand to help him up, then took a look at his hand covering his forehead, and retorted mercilessly: "Drinking alcohol will kill your cerebellum."

Hearing this, Cen Xiao didn't refute him, just leaned in his arms and let him lead her forward.

When he walked to the door of his house, Fu Zhun glanced at the fingerprint lock on his door and asked, "Which finger? Stretch it out yourself."

Cen Xiao lazily stretched out his hand and pressed randomly, then grabbed Fu Zhun's finger and pressed it.

Fu Zhun was so familiar with this process, he was taken aback suddenly: "What are you doing?"

"This is a return gift for you." Cen Xiao still remembers how he changed his family's fingerprint lock before: "I give you a chance to occupy the magpie's nest."

Fu Zhun: "..."

"Thank you." Fu Zhun didn't want this derogatory term.

He opened the door, took Cen Xiao into the room and pushed him on the sofa: "I'm home, I'm leaving."

"Oh." Seeing that he seemed to have no intention of staying, Cen Xiao responded lightly.

But when Fu Zhun turned around and wanted to leave, he stretched out his leg to trip him.

It's a pity that Fu Zhun caught a glimpse of his suddenly outstretched leg at the first moment.

He paused, squinted his eyes and said coldly, "What are you doing?"

"Legs are sore." Even if Xiaosi was discovered, Cen Xiao could calmly excuse himself.

The two stared at each other silently for a moment.

The bright light shone on Cen Xiao's face, making the drunkenness hidden deep in him gradually seep out from his cheeks.

Looking at the wine-smeared red wine, Fu Zhun was silent for a while, unexpectedly feeling like wanting to step forward to have a taste.

He squatted down suddenly, grabbed Cen Xiao's restless leg, put it on his own, pinched his ankle and asked, "Where is the soreness?"

Seeing this, Cen Xiao's face froze, and he raised his eyes unnaturally.

Seeing his eyelashes quivering slightly, Fu Zhun seemed to have turned the tables on him. He suddenly sneered, and asked again: "Where are you sour, Mr. Cen?"

His hand that was originally on Cen Xiao's ankle moved up slowly, and he pinched his calf with his fingertips, with a kind and innocent expression on his face: "Here?"

Cen Xiao: "..."

Even through the fabric, the warm and strange touch can still penetrate.

Sensing something was wrong, Cen Xiao wanted to pull his legs back, but Fu Zhun grabbed him and put him on his shoulders.

"Fu Zhun." Cen Xiao called out to him like a warning.

"What's the matter?" Fu Zhun seemed to be pushing his feet, and the hand that was originally on his calf gradually moved up, and his fingertips ran across his thigh: "Isn't Teacher Cen's legs sore?"

A numb and slightly itchy feeling hit him instantly.

Cen Xiao gritted his teeth, and just as he was thinking whether to kick him with the other foot, Fu Zhun seemed to feel something, and directly stretched out his hand to hold his other leg.

The two of them just kept a weird and ambiguous posture.

One was sitting and the other was squatting, but the squatting one was still between his legs.

As if he didn't realize it, Fu Zhun put his hands on Cen Xiao's lap lazily, and asked innocently with his head on his head, "Have I told Teacher Cen before?"

"?"

"Teacher Cen's legs..."

"..."

"It's really beautiful."

"..."

"If possible," Fu Zhun raised his eyebrows, and before Cen Xiao could react, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed the inside of his leg through the fabric of his trousers——

"I'd much rather not have something so in the way."