honey has fallen

The next morning, when Yan Buxi opened his eyes, Tang Yun was still curled up in bed and fell asleep, his black fine hair scattered on the pillow, softly outlining his beautiful side face.He was shirtless, and the fragmented light coming through the curtains made his skin so white that it was dazzling.

Yan Buxi stood up a little bit, buried his head into Tang Yun's neck and sucked along the hickey marks one by one, making the color darker, especially the one near the collarbone was even more red and blue.

"Okay." Tang Yun felt the familiar hair scratching his neck in a daze, turned his head, and lazily stretched out his arms to push him, with a nasal voice just waking up. "Are you taking medicine?"

Tossing and tossing for a long time is not enough.

Yan Buxi leaned on top of him, brushed his bangs for him with his fingers, leaving a fair forehead, with a satisfied smile, kissed again, and said softly: "You sleep a little longer, I'll go and give it to you." Make breakfast. What would you like to eat?"

Tang Yun shrank into the quilt, shrank like a little hamster, and said in a daze, "Whatever."

Yan Buxi slowed down and got out of bed, went into the bathroom shirtless, washed his face and brushed his teeth.

Just then the doorbell rang.Yan Buxi went to open the door with toothpaste foam in his mouth, looked through the cat's eyes, and immediately opened the door to let people in as if he had eaten shit.

He pointed at the sofa casually with a toothbrush, and said vaguely: "You sit first." After speaking, he turned his head and plunged into the bathroom.

As he turned around, Yan Yihua saw a few faint scratches on Butterfly Valley on Yan Buxi's back.He frowned slightly and then relaxed.

It's not unusual to see these things from this slutty younger brother. I guess he went somewhere to fool around last night.

Yan Yihua lifted up his regular trousers, sat down on the sofa and slowly looked at everything in the house. He hadn't been here for a long time, but every time he came to this house, he looked almost the same.

Yan Buxi has a rich life outside, and the home is monotonous. Except for the game equipment in the study room, which can be updated, there are few things in the living room and other places.

But this time, Yan Yihua felt something obviously different.For example, the fruit plate on the coffee table in front of me replaced the multi-edged ashtray that was originally here.The magazines are all sorted and neatly stacked in the book basket under the coffee table.

Yan Buxi came out of the bathroom and went into the kitchen. When passing by the living room, he asked, "It's so early in the morning, what are you doing here if you don't come home to take a shower?" Looking at Yan Yihua's tired face with serious dark circles, he must be in the same place again. The office was busy all night.

Yan Buxi tsk tsk thought, no matter how good the face is, it can't bear staying up all night.

Tang Yun was asked to resign from the night shift after a while.

Yan Yihua sat on the sofa, pinching his brows and sinking his whole body into the back of the back. It was rare for him to relax. He was really tired, but he didn't want to go back to that empty place that was so heart-shattering but full of joy. The home of the traces of that person.Say to the kitchen, "Give me a cup of coffee."

Yan Buxi was cracking eggs, and said sarcastically, "You think this is your home, who do you want?"

Having said that, he still swayed to the corner to turn on the kettle.

The oil pan made a crackling sound as the egg liquid fell into it. "Damn it!" Yan Buxi screamed, holding up the spatula, and ran two meters away, watching the frying pan with oil splashing back and forth.

Yan Yihua was sitting in the living room and howling with displeasure, and at the same time smelled the smell of burnt oily smoke. He woke up instantly, got up and rushed into the kitchen.

The eggs in the pan were smoking black with oil.

Yan Yihua ignored the splash of oil and hurried over to turn off the fire, and then turned on the range hood to let the air out.

Seeing Yan Buxi stood there rubbing his arms, pulled him over and asked, "What's wrong? Did you get burned?"

"It's okay." Yan Buxi was still holding the spatula, his arms were already red with a few oil spots because he hid too slowly just now, and he raised his fingers to rub them again.

Yan Yihua frowned, looking at the large scab on his arm from the car accident two days ago and a darkened knife wound, he clasped his wrist. Unlike when he was tired, his eyes and voice were very different this time. Shen, like a cold-faced parent who is training a bear child. "How did you do this?"

Yan Buxi pulled back his arm, carried the spatula back and swayed back to toss his dark cooking eggs, and said casually: "It's nothing, which young man doesn't leave some honorary medals for causing trouble." Then he turned his head and nodded. "You're nobody but you."

Yan Yihua's sobriety just now disappeared again, and he sneered at a lazy retort, dragging his exhausted body back to the living room to sit down.

"I ate porridge with preserved egg and lean meat this morning, served with a plate of sea bamboo shoots, plus two fried eggs, and a cage of steamed buns filled with soup. I want Li Kee."

Yan Buxi stomped the brewed coffee on the coffee table in front of him, and said angrily after hearing him put on a show, "Master Yan, I want Brother Zhou to serve you. I only have soy milk eggs and quick-frozen buns here, and the coffee is Nestle. Like to eat or not."

Yan Yihua raised one eyelid and looked at the steaming cup of instant coffee. "No money?"

Yan Buxi corrected: "To be precise, I haven't made any money yet." After he finished speaking, he went back to the kitchen.

Fried eggs are too difficult for Yan Buxi at the moment, so I picked a few and washed them and threw them into the pot to make boiled eggs.

Just so smart.

After he put the beans and water into the wall breaker in proportion according to the instructions and started to operate, he started to clean up the mushy pots and eggs.

Yan Buxi didn't want Tang Yun to see himself so unreliable after waking up, which would affect his sense of dependence in his heart.He also decided to take the time to enroll in a cooking class or something to improve his own level. There is a saying - yes, to capture a man's heart, you must first grasp his stomach.

Yan Yihua listened to him tinkling in the kitchen to tidy up, and wondered what kind of wind his younger brother, who didn't touch Yang Chunshui, made breakfast early in the morning. Could it be because he came?

Thinking of this, Yan Yihua felt a little moved in his heart, not to blame himself for being so protective as usual, this brat really didn't love him for nothing.

I signed the bill for the car I saw last time and bought it for him.

Yan Yihua was tired all night and didn't have the mood to wait for this dark breakfast, and now she desperately needed a deep sleep.

"Call me when you're done." Yan Yihua got up, and shuffle Chao Yanbuxi out of the room. "I'll go into the house and sleep for a while."

Yan Buxi was taken aback, and rushed out howling before throwing the eggshell into the trash can. "Don't go in! In my room—" Someone hadn't said a word yet.

Yan Yihua's good-looking hand was already on the doorknob, and with a click, the door was opened.

Tang Yun leaned lazily on the head of the bed, still holding the remote control of the curtains in his hand.

The morning light slowly shone in as the curtains were opened, shining on his white and bare upper body, stroking the hickey marks that Yan Buxi had deliberately deepened this morning on his collarbone and neck.

If Yan Buxi saw this picture of a beauty waking up in the morning, it would be enough to spray a 200cc nosebleed, but it was Yan Yihua who came in.

The four eyes met, and the faces of the two great gods were blank.

The author says:

Yan Yihua: This chapter should be called——Be Passionate! .